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Rr ee: IR ~ ESTABLIGHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. u Press Publishing C r, Nos, 88 to PiMshed Daily Except Sunday vy tne Tee Tov) ing Company, 43 Park Row. ALPH PULATZER, President, MALOU SHAW, Treasurer, 6) Park Row, OSEPH Park Row. PULITZMR, Jr, Secretary, 6 Entered at the Post-Ofice at New York Gudectipuon fates to The Breniog |For ‘Worla for the United States and Canada. ‘One Tear. One Month. NOT FATE. O THE strain put upon the Public Service Commission of thi ceveesNO, 19,814 district by its discredited but defiant Chairman is added the weight of Commissioner Williams's extraordinary alliance with the Kings County Lighting Company to keep residents of South Brooklyn from enjoying the benefits of an 80-cent gas rate. How much of this sort of thing can the Public Service Commis. sion stand before the people of the State lose faith in the law that established the Commission and are ready to sce it thrown on the junk heap of abandoned hopes? Here is an admirably conceived power created to protect the pnblic from injustice at the hands of corporations. Every aid the State can furnish in the shape of money and efficient machinery goes with this power. All it needs to work it is able, honest men who will faithfully serve the public that trusts them. New York has not lost all such. It can still find men fit to be Public Service Commissioners who will stay fit after they have entered upon their duties. Mr. McCall and his kind are not born to be Public Service Commissioners, nor is there any reason why the type should be perpetuated in the office. There is no popular delusion on this point. Nor can any Gov- oe PROOF OF PROSPERITY. ernor create one. HERE is good ground for hope that the city's problem of the T unemployed may come down this winter to a plain job of hand- ling those who won’t work. Charity organizations report a progressive falling off in the num- ber of applicants for aid. The average number applying daily at the Municipal Lodging House during October, according to W. A. Whiting, who is in charge there, was about 400 as against 750 for the same month of 1914. A list of ten churches in the poorer sections of Man- hattan and Brooklyn report that appeals for help are from 15 to 50 per cent. less than at this time last year. The Bowery missions and the Salvation Army say they too are caring for fewer people. It is not hard to see what has happened. Doubts and fears that seized upon this country last fall, after the outbreak of the war ‘in Europe, have been dispelled. ‘I'rade and industry have been push- Ang ahead until now the calamity howlers find hardly anybody with ‘time to listen to them. The minute the average man becomes optim- istic about his own job he begins to have jobs for somebody else. The new spirit vibrates down the line until sooner or later it is felt in the employment bureaus and aid societies. The war was to do terrible things to us. It hasn’t done them. On the contrary the country is glowing with industrial health and ‘energy. Prosperity becomes too insistent to be denied. < OBEYING THE LAW. HE city can congratulate itself that ite places of amusement have 4y never been better protected against fire, according to a report . made to the Mayor by Commissioner of Licenses Bell. The Department of Licenses looks after approximately 1,700 places of public gathering, including 200 theatres, 750 motion picture theatres and 750 dance halls. “There is no violation placed by the Fire Department or the Buildings Department pending against any one of these places,” declares Commissioner Bell. “So far as the power vested in the Commissioner of Licenses can make them safe every theatre, motion picture theatre and dance hall in the city is safe.” Fire immunity is never absolute. Experience constantly proves ‘that safeguards are only sefeguards. In this city, where nothing con- forms, where fireproof structures adjoin firetraps, no building is en- tively independent of what may happen to its neighbors. Nevertheless it is satisfactory to know that places where people gather in large numbers in the city are observing requirements of public health and precautions against fire. The system of factory inspection is now under criticism. The Diamond tragedy exposed weak spots in the State’s fire prevention methods. The more reason for the city to redouble its watchfulness over theatres and all other places that lie within the jurisdiction of iis departments. —_—-+-—____—_ The death is reported from Upperville, Va., of Dr, Francis L, Galt, surgeon of the Confederate cruiser Alabama. Dr, Galt was also acting paymaster and had served in the United States avy before the war when, with others, he shifted his colors and went to sea in the rover fitted out at Birkenhead by Theo- dore Roosevelt's uncle, J. D. Bullock. The Evening World noted recently the statement that John Prussia, then of Yoko- hama, Japan, was reported as being a “sole” survivor, though no such name is found on the vessel's roster. Hits From Sharp Wits. When they have moved into theirs Tt takes all kinds of people to make @ world, including the folks who wad. dle leisurely across a crowded street as if there were no such thing as a buze-bugey in existence, ee h ‘wife discovers is that she could use at deast ten more closets. | A woman buys 4 dress at the store where she has credit, but if it is made by a high-priced modiste then It is uate creation} grind.--Columbia Stat . . 28 ‘What a lot of time restaurant pro-| “Experience” is the business of de- prietors could save if they put stars| voting one's time toward learning or other marks on the menu cards op-| how to do a thing well until {t is time posite all the dishes they cannot fur-| to retire in favor of a younger man.— Rish.—Albany Journal, Nashville Banner, Letters From the People Is She Extravagant! Be whe Editor of The Evening World: ‘Win wise readers tell me whether 2am extravagant or not? My hus- Brees y a 0 “ses, piano, insurance, 4, He é Pe eee \ e » The chronic knocker uses a ham- mer, but he generally has an axe to scolds me about it and says I should save more than I do. Here is my account; $25 rent, $10 piano, $5.60 in- surance, $7 coal every month, $4 gas (cooking and light), $5 to building loan, Total $66.60, On the balance I must keep the table and buy clothes, é MRS. The Evening World Daily Magazine, Saturday. November 20. 1915 “I'm mot going to work while father has a good job.” The Wee — By Martin Green — k’s Wash Coprright, 1015, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World), 66 HAT do you think of the se of the doctor in Chi- cago who let the defective baby di asked the head polisher. think he ought to be working In| @ circus,” replied the laundry man. "He probably bas his professional cards prifted in three colors dnd a tint, and stations @ brass band out- side the barber shop when he goes to get his hair cut. “This doctor did what doctors do right along. Many practitioners are unexpectedly confronted with a simi- lar situation. It is in thelr province to send into the world a partial hu- man being doomed to cheerless mis- ery or to allow the feeble spark of life to filcker and die. They let the spark of life flicker and die, but they don’t put ads in the papers about it. “The Chicago doctor didn’t use a moving picture camera to help along his publicity performance, but he had his photograph taken with the un- publican Party is approaching the campaign with a small army of ¢ didates, each of whom is grimly de- termined that none of the other fel- lows shall win the nomination. They may all unite on a dark horse, and the only dark horse in sight is Hughes “Anyhow, it is quite time the peo- ple of the nation should have a chance to vote on the whisker ques- tion, We haven't had a full set of whiskers running for the Presidency on eithe of the big tickets since Harrison's time.” jremannnnnnnnnsnnnnnanne iy H An Inside Job, Ont said the head polisher, 66 I “that Warden Osborne says no one is more anxious to have Sing Sing Prison investigated than he is. “Quite right,” replied the laundry man, “but he wants to do the investi gating himself. fortunate mother of the child and he had bis photograph taken with no- pictures were scattered all over the country, It was all yery much on the Chicago. “Those who maintain that the Chi- cago doctor did wrong, virtually ac cuse him of murder. Among such there are probably few who have visited the institution for the care of incurable defective juveniles, In these places one may find, growing up, children who came into the world under conditions such as attended the birth of the Chicago baby “I have seen many depressing sights in my time, but never anything that created such a spirit of dejection as the sight of the inmates of one of these homes. With nothing to live for except the physical satinfaction of eating and sleeping, often entirely deserted by relatives, they live through the drab days, condemned to associate to the end with only th own kind, for the normal would flee from them in horror. “There can be but one opinion about the right or the wrong of letting a hopelessly deficient baby die, in th minds of those who have seen a cx lection of these babies growing like unhealthy weeds. And there can be but one opinion about the man who decides to let such a ba then sends for the report { Wanted: Ono Dark Horse$ DRA having a desperate struggle to keep himself from being nom- inated for President on the Republic ticket," remarked the head polisher. “Most of the patriots who hope to name the candidate don't Hughes,” said the laundry man “but they admit in private conver. ation that they fear the conven. tion will put Alm across, The Re: want body else in the vicinity; and these | Yin HUGHES appears to be | Copsrvtht | HIS ts a plea for the girl be | B hind «the counter, And there are many thousand, strong and wenk of her. She is probably heaving @ sigh as she notices that Thanksgiving ts to be here next week, and then that there are but four weeks until Christmas | Toast thousands of people who put off the Christmas buying until the: rush made mn re- next time, It fs year | last-minute 4 #0) Ive to do it early text time 1 know of a young woman, the sole of family, who te just over a long fines that re- ristmas rush, In } support her getting sulted from the he |. weakened condition she stood for he mw, Trying to please the purchaser is presemts—the eleventh As usual, she is the one | who has tir | In the wo nt s of a woman head of It in the leisure folks us the most trouble, ‘They have many social duties the holiday time, and they thelr buying, Fur- ther, they take little time, and expect much when they do come to it, They wre very cawcting and are impatient if they to walt for attention, With the busy people it is differ- jent, ‘They are ustomed to taking time by the forelock, and are conse- quently thoughtful of others, It is sually the people Who have nothing to do eacept think of thelr own com- forts. who the most concern. Times without number I have seen fluffy Liiue blond society bud come a deparin that give to —By Roy L. “The Jarr Family McCardell — Copyright, 1915, by the Press Publishing Co. (The New York Brening World) RS. JARR at the breakfast table sat gazing gravely at her coffeo 80 fixedly that Mr. Jarr marked her mental concentration. “Waiting for the ‘money’ to gather at the centre of the cup?” he asked. “That's the only place I'd see any money, I suppose,” said Mrs. Jarr, dolefully. “And with everything s0 dear and Christmas is coming, it's no wonder that I fee] something is going to happen.” Mr. Jarr affected to be unconvinced by thes» dismal forebodings and light- ly remarked that his good lady should not trouble trouble till trouble trou- bled her. “That's all very well for you to say, You don't have to worry about every- thing as I do,” replied Mrs, Jarr. “Then when I say a word, because I @m the only one that worries in this bouse, you sneer at me.” “Why, you are mistaken, my dear,” said the most amiable of husbands. By Sophie Irene Loeb. Behind the Counter. | 1015, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), in to buy her best beau a trin! wear out the patience of the sales- girl almost to exhaustion over some foolish and insignificant detuils con- nected with it. “Another great hardship ts the woman who, at such a busy time, goes around ‘looking’ at things with little or no intention of buying until some other day. She takes the time of the girl behind the counter to find things for her, and promises to ‘come ck,’ She reasons that the clerk is there for that purpose~to show her anything she desires—which is quite true, Yet she does not aes that when a girl fails to make a sale by wait- ing on her she loses just that much in the day's summing up. It is all very well for women to be shopping without buying, outside the busy sea- son, but it is inconsiderate in the mad maelstrom of Yuletide, “Another deplorable feature is the woman who dees purchase, but ever- lastingly returns her purchases. She does not know her own mind. she buys everything ‘on approval.’ She forgets that a girl's salary as a rule depends on the actual sales made; land when the goods come back the of that sale is taken away | from her. “If people only knew how tncon- siderate they are, and how much real sorrow and sadness they bring into the lives of those who serve them, during @ season that should be joyous and bright for all, I am sure | they would reflect and act different- ly. They would become early buyers Resides, the eariy buyer catches the beautiful bargains before they have been ‘picked over.’” Perhaps this saleswoman means you. What are you going to do about it? ’ t \ ’ “I didn’t sneer at you at all.” “Yos, you did,” retorted Mri seemingly on the verge of tears. Jarr, “Yet if I ever say a word, no matter with what justification, you take your hat and fling yourself out of the house.” “Oh, say not so,” said Mr. Jarr playfully. “I'm off the fling thing. So cheer up; I'm not going to fling a single thing. Not this A. M. anyway. But tell me what's the matter? The children are all right, aren't they?” “Yes, they're well enough,” replied Mrs. Jarr, “and that reminds me that they should be having their breakfast and be off to school, Ger- trude is dressing them now.” “There you see!" cried old Mr. Opti- mist, “you're well and I'm well and the children are well, and we have no trouble that money cannot cure. So cheer up!” “I am not feeling well, If I was I would not complain,” said Mrs, Jarr. “As for the children, they look well, but who can tell what minute they may be ill? There's scarlet fever in the next block, I heard, and our Willie tells me the Rangle children were not at school yesterday, Suppose they had the scarlet fever?” “I think you're Wrong there,” said Mr. Jarre cheerfully. “I came home with Rangle last night and he told me his wife had taken the children down- town that day with her to buy clothes for them.” “Some people are very fortunate,” whispered Mre, Jarr. “Our children need new clothes and I need new cloth Oh, dear!” Mr. Jarr passed his cup for more coffee and lhummed a tune in an ef- fort to shed an aura of cheerfulness. “Please don’t do that!” cried Mrs Jarr, “It always is a sign of trouble to hum at the table.” Mr, Jarr stopped humming, and just then the doorbell rang. Gertrude, leaving her morning battle that was concomitant of dressing the children, went to the door and admitted a visitation in the shape of trouble coming early in the day—Mrs, Jarr’s mother, The old warrior bore with her a m expression, an umbrella and a wide-mouthed jar of home-made pre- serves tied with paper, (Of course the jar had leaked.) “T couldn't get here yesterday,” 1d the old lady. “I was shopping and \t took so long to get my trading stamps. You never saw such a crowd of unmannerly women as was at the stamp counter pushing and shoving. T had almost to knock some of them down.” Then she turned to Mr, Javr, “Humph!" she said. “It's po mlenosinal and"—— | wera: Then You don't understand the ‘{ivine my "announced the Widow. “Have you ever observed that when & fascinating woman “arries-a homely, impossible little man, or a handsome, brill { man marries a little gray | Makes you dream dreams together and bulld air castles together and forget The Woman of It By Helen Rowland Covstivltt, 1015, by the Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Hreniny World), She Discusses the ‘Divine Mystery” of Love. ‘ ‘T HERE'S « mystery,” remarked the Bachelor, glancing thoughtfully across the rose lit tables at a runty little man and a sallow woman | in a bottle green hat, who sat gazing soulfully into one another's | eves, while their wine glasses stood untouched. “How on earth did two euch people manage to fall in jove—with each other?” “Ail love," quoth the Widow, toying daintily with her creme yvette, “ls a | mystery—a ‘divine mystery'—Mr, Weatherby!” “Or a joke,” amended the Bachelor cynically as he empticd his liqueur Giase with unsentiment¢ relish, “It's ‘no Joke’ to them!” declared the Widow, indicating the interestingly uninteresting couple, “Those two people are as much in love as—as”—= ‘As we are?” suggested the Bachelor hopefully, “As Antony and Cleopatra, as Helen and Paris, as ANYBODY!" cor- rected the Widow. “There are so many var degrees of love, you know. “Yes, [ kno degree’ myself “But you've never been through that!” ties, brands, qualities and acquiesced the Bachelor, “I've been through the ‘third declared the Widow, the rumy little man surreptitiously clasped the saliow g hand beneath ts die, RRNA AAAARAAROODDDRRADODDODDDDDDD | H The Only Kind Worth Having. H a3 OOH! I've done that lots of time: protested the Bachelor, “I mean, you've never experienced that kind of love,” explained the Widow coldly. “And it’s the only kind worth having! Have you ever been in love with a homely woman, Mr. W Great Scott, no!" protested the Bachelor. herb: ‘ma man of artistic tastes, grub of a woman, or two utterly unprepossessing pe they are always perfectly happy? And have y heart winners or two geniuses marry, they “What is it?” inquired the Bache) fascination of the grotesque? "I don’t know,” sighed the Widow, shal! stand most kinds of love; the kind that is instance, and ts inspired by a dimpie, or a Grecian nose or a flashing smile"— “And makes you long to catch a girl in your arms, before you have been introduced to her ten minutes,” Interpolated the Bache! “Yes, or want to be kissed by a man before you even know his first name,” added the Widow. “That's elemental love! And I understand the kind that comes from a perfect communion of two minds: the kind that > marry one another, u ever noticed that when two ys perfectly miserable? som or biack art or the her head enviously. “Tl under- alled ‘love at first sight,’ for r of perfect shoulders or a that other people are around, when you are gazing into one another's eyes.” ‘What's that?” inquired the Bachelor cynically in mental?" Both, Mr. Weatherby,” returned the Widow dreemily. “Sentimental—or Just “It's tue wee It's spiritual “Otherwise, ‘real love’? queried the Bachelor, But the Widow only shook her head. “No more real than the others!" sho sighed. “It's more unreal, It's just a fairy spell—and the moment you are married the spell fs quite as likely to vanish as not. Did you ever see two ‘soul mates’ who couldn't quarrel over everything from the weather to the eoffec? But the ‘divine mystery’ Bann AAA AR AARAAAARRAR ARRAY 2 Putting the “Mental” in “Sentimental.” § 66 AH, yes!) What ts that?” A It's what makes you fall in love with somebody for no par- ticular reason on earth,” explained the Widow, gazing out over the rose colored light with softly shining eyes. “He, or she, may not have a visible personal attraction, nor a aingle thought or idea in common with yours, nor @ spark of brilliancy nor originality nor wit nor savoir faire, and yet--you can no more HELP loving him—or her—than you can help breath! or eating or being hungry or sleepy! That's the ‘divine mystery’—the eiec- tric attraction, the Intangible, unnamable something, that makes two chemi- cals or two batteries or two people respond to one another.’ And, when tha: enters the equation, all the rest—beauty, brilliancy, character, suitability everything ise on earth simply doesn't coun’ ae ° "Amen!” said the Bachelor fervently. “But—-I wonder which kind T'vs aie Wantherein to take you in my arms the firat time I saw you"—- “And when I'm looking into your eyes I forget everybody else, and Lean no more help loving you than I can help breathing or being. “Heavens!” exclaimed the Widow. Your love is a ‘mixture’—like tobacco.” “Like—tobacco! “Like tobacco!" repeated the Widow sadly smoke. . “Huh!” grunted the Bachelor reproachfully, feast and she gives me—a atone. hiraty~ have—'‘complications'! “You must “And just as apt to go up in “I offer her the whole love That's the woman of it!” True Love Stories The Evening World will pay $5 apiece for all true love stories accepted, The stories must be 250 words or less in length and truthful in every detatl, Address “Love Story Editor, Evening World, New York City.” “Book- Rival: me. If only I had my life to Mve n Seabic 1 LTA LOVELL, WAS sixteen, He was twenty No, 326 West Forty-fitth Breet @ young physician just home from A Whit 5 Misa Ghndierse) aed wcilian fe House Proposal, eae eel daleve ike thik Wee HEN I was living in Washing- Shipped him—it seemed such a won- ington, D. C., I invited a dear Reet akec Gd Aa RASA tae friend to visit me at the time stooped to me; he so fins (he bad un-|f & White House wedding. ‘usual gifts) and 1 so young and ig-| This friend had been engaged to norant. fine young man, but a foolish quarrel We married, As I look buck now I| (for which she was more to blame don't think he realzed how young I!than he) separated them. She re- was, He used to read to me the|mained in her Western home town books of Stevenson, Browning, &c.,| while he became a reporter on one ct wanting to enjoy them with me; 1I|the big Eastern newspapers, didn't understand, and finally he| Chancing to see a news item refer- stopped. I was a good cook, and I|ring to the girl's visit to me, t tried to make up to him in this by|porter managed to secure ai tending to his comfort. How pitifully! ment to go to Washington [ tried! And how bitterly [ hated| same time. those companions of his, his books. | It was while she and I were walking His practice grew and I was more|through the White House that me and more alone, Driven by fear of] friend said: “How nice it must seem losing him, Jealous of every educated|to he a White House bridat”™ woman he met, [ began to nag day| A man stepped up to us as sho after day. Our child was born and I) spoke, The glad light in his eyes wae was more wretched than before. Then|for my friend alone, and | heard him I discovered that for months he had) say to her: “Even if you cannot be been using morphine, I left him, se-|a White House bride, will you accept cured a divoree and with my baby|a White House proposal?” moved to another city, Divining the real situation T quickly Two years later [ stood beside hia|left the room. LgWas bridesmald nt coffin. gazing at a face so changed’ their wedding and am a frequent visi- uid scarcely recognize it, and tor at their cozy home, M. W. EL shedly I prayed God to forgive ert Talks With My Parents HOPE those who read my book will not lose sight of the fact that I be- come a grown up person for one hour daily. During this hour I write my book My subject to-day ts “IMPULSE.” I have seen more trouble In our happy home over an impulse than over any other thing. Mother is forever doing things im- assign- at the By a Child pulsively forever for it She throws her shoes room and--then calmly and picks them up. When I start ihe same kind of thing there is @ terrible time. [ wish some people could see themselves as others see them 1 am going to study and find out what that word “impulse” means, I bat temper has a lot to do with tt! and being sorry across the walks over wonder some people lose their posi-] The dear old Indy took up the tlon getting to their office late.|sauntiet. “1 may be shabby,” she Where are/the children? In bed yet, | explained, “but I'm respectable and I suppose? I've been up aince 6 o'clock’ this morning. ‘Early to bed and early to rise makes one healthy, wealthy and wise," she added. Mr, Jarr was only human, ‘The]and flung challenge was too much, “I see no| Mra, Jarr had presaged correctly great evidences of either wealth or] when sho had remarked that she bad I'm honest, and that's more than [ can say of some other people! Although he had flinging habit, Mr renounced the Jury took his hat wisdom about you,” he remarked to} felt trouble coming, in her bones, Jt lis mother-in-law, was here in (he flesh,

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