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The Evening World Daily Magazine, sein 4 gyi lyeores & foe i: Wiorio “Safety” a ae . e arety | SSTABLISHDD BY JOSEPH SURITERE, atenida've _ 7 Except Bungay NY low. Kew Fore nein st , 20 / tiho SBP art ae 3 RALPH Presi $3 Park Row. b® J. SMaUs gta arremurer #8 Park Row. : JOSHPH PULITZER, Jr, Secretary, @ Park Row, a ntered -4 Now York as Becond-Clace Matter. © unscription Wate ie the eening| Yor tnelana and the Continent end World for the United States All Countries in the International 9 nd Canada, Postal Union, . “ Tear... + 68.50] One Tear. ee78 nF Month... as! One Month. “VOLUME 56.... jo vevdisn casuya¥ eyes NONLDMIO® | 35 © -*A HINT IN A FOOTBALL GAME. W' happened in the stadium at Cambridge on Saturday is an 2 tS a neat argument for preparedness, ‘The Yale team was not lacking in brawn. ‘The Yale . spirit was all there. Individual players on the Yale side did their * hrave and desperate best. But the sum of their best efforts as ind'- | viduals availed nothing against the disciplined team play of their "opponents. ‘ ‘The Harvard eleven had been trained to work as a unit. The |. tactios it used were the tactics of generalship faithfully carried out © by every man in the part assigned him. Each player put double power * into what he did because of his consciousness that it fitted accurately “© into « thought out plan. . ~ “Bom Shewlin no doubt did the best thing he could to put heart "Gute ‘Yale’s irregularly coached team by scoffing at system. But when © $8 came to the test Coach Haughton’s boys showed what system can Goto mare strength and dash, however heroic. ' Saturday’s game carries a lesson for those who are willing to * gtalbe.everything on muscle and courage. These two put up « big ‘fight at Cambridge against discipline and team play. Unprepared- By eis came out at the wrong end of the score without a point to com- “an it es ‘With se many big hands on the pan, how can Greece escape °°. getting epilied in the fire? rs et AS IT SEEMS TO HIS EMPLOYERS. HNATOR THOMPSON promises to doi i’s and cross t’s in the ° charges against Edward E. MoCall, improperly Chairman of a Se” commission created for public service. pe We are glad to think that the State is under no obligation to con- vince Mr. MoCali of his unfitness for the office he has misused. Suck ** a task might be indeed arduous. | he facts about Mr. Mcall—his ownership of stock in a private |” corporation subject to his official decisions, his repeated perversion “ef hie functions in favoring and protecting corporate interests, his . meglect of his public duties when they interfered with his private law 5 ly suffice to convince Mr. MoCall’s employere—who re, if we mistake not, those who have paid him a large salary to do -qwhat he has not done. ¢ A man does not have to commit a State’s prison offense to dis- fmalify himself for the office of Public Service Commissioner. The “office sis one of peculiar trust. Freedom from financial entangle- ments, unquestioned motives and conscientious devotion to the puv- Pi lic’s interéstw are indispensable qualifications in any one who is to vhold it. In few other public servants of the State is the standard set by Caesar’s wife more jealously to be maintained. © © “love suspicion” has not fitted the present Chairman of the Public Service Commission. It is his own fault that the better the has come to know him the more distrustfully it has eyed him. Satisfied that he is incompetent, convinced that he holds office $n defiance of the law of the State, his employers have no wish to i | —By Roy L. HEN Mr. Jarr came home the} other evening the children met him at the door, hand in handy phrases with him. They have heard enough to feel they have every right to expect his speedy removal. { ood Great Britain has reduced drunkenness forty per cent.— ‘ ‘The figures might be allowed to oscillate a little the night , efter a big viciory. . ee ———— nde + o>. ’° THE CITY A BAD EXAMPLE. ber: HE new head of the Health Department believes that since sanitary regulations are enforced in the case of private prop- erty owners the city cuts a poor figure when it ignores thy | PS game rules on premises for which it is responsible. »»_, Prom time to time inspection has revealed neglected sewage sys- hems in jails, common drinking cups and unemptied cesspools in “uehools, and unsanitary conditions in stables connected with city insti- : Lack of money is the usual excuse for not promptly reme- “ying such evils. . | Commissioner Emerson has issued a general order covering all 1°” eases of the sort. The order will be followed up and each city dk ” par t held answerable for sanitary conditions in places over which 22 it haa jurisdiction. . New York is not exactly flush. But at least it can find money enough to comply with its own laws, Hits From Sharp Wits. \ "Twill never settled just where Little question for to-day: in leaves off and wed! Way don't people give useful wedding pres- ents? eee All mothers say that while their children may not be the most beauti- ML everything by trying to] tu) children in the world, they cer- their stories sound plausible, 0 Blade. . tainly are the smartest.—Macon yj the heroes are not in the A re: mohes. Some of are still eat-| Probably the secret of happiness is bi their brides’ its. to convert yesterday's disgust into 4 ° . spiritual sunshine to-day, ") "he defeated side always appears ie ee f consolation out of t there is nothing si result.—Columbia State Probably the unhappiest person is the one who can’t think of anything to wish for.-Toledo Blade. For “Dying” Coral, Bo the Editor of The Kvewing World, not let wife and husband try and strike a happy medium? Of course I have a very large piece of white| there will always be domentic quar. coral, brought to me from Huytl. I rels and disputes, and when these had it for gome time, and it|come into your home, stop and take Bes as though it was “dying.” Can|note of yourself. Are you. selfish, “any experienced person please tell|mean or domineering? Let common how I can make it look well) sense rule at home. If you haven't ? R, D, | this, you should get busy and get R.A. he som. Demestic Home Ru! Wo the Editor of The Evening World Af a man rules entirely in the home, or if a woman rules entirely, there . always be trouble, for peace and an never bet If this is No. To the Kaitor of The Hvening World country but whose father ig not a citizen need any naturalizatiyn pa- pore? BBL ly Does @ young man born in this hand, with their locks all smoothly combed, their faces clean and bright. And they ran and kissed him with; wild cries of delight to see their dear papa home—the darling cherubs! “Look, papa, look at my school re- port!” cried the little boy. “See what good, marks I got!” ‘ “And look at mine!” cried tnd little girl. “I've been good, too, and we've been helping mamma since we come home ‘from school,” “They have been regular darlings!" interjected Mrs. Jarr as she joined the little group at the threshold. “Gertrude's married sister is sick and she left the breakfast dishes and the house not straightened up and rushed away, but the children have been helping me dust and straighten up since they came home from school ‘Then they washed their faces and combed their hair to look nice when papa came home. I never saw such good children!” Mr. Jarr expressed his gratification at the juvenile pulchritude of his offspring, and then Master Jarr be- trayed a clue to this astonishing state of affairs, “How long it till Christmas, paw?” he asked. is it next week, papa?” inquired the little girl. “L have be gooder than Willie, ain't J, mamma “No, you ain't, no, you ain't!" ex- claimed the boy, crowding in front of his sister to present his claims for reward for good behavior; whereat the little girl began to stamp her je feet and wail *hristmas is a long way off yet, my dears,” said Mr. Jarr as he parted the two and stilled the tumult “Christmas is over a month away.” The faces of the children fell, In Mt The Jarr Family Copyright, 1015, by the Prow Publishing McCardell — (The New York Evening World), the janitor would burn him up.” At this Implied combustion of the Patron of* Christmas Cheer, little Emma Jag; to weep afresh, "You m alk that way, Willie,” remarked Jarr. “There is a Santa Claus to bring things to chil- dren who believe in him, but if they don't believe in him he doesn't bring them anything.” “I believe in Santa Claus!" cried the little girl, “and I want him to bring me a doll house and a new doll baby carriage and a set of dishes and a wax doll and a lot of little dolls and some more dolls, and lots and lots of candy.” “I believe in Santa Claus if he brings me what I want,” said the more practical Master Jarr. “I want ® pony and an automobile and an electric train of cars and a gun and @ pistol and a sword, and if I don't ay ertaht. 19) siete Oe Willie Jarr Turns Blackmailer; Poor Santa Are not going to get dangerous things like guns. You are big enough now to want and appreciate practical gifts. Santa Claus is going to bring you an overcoat and.a nice pair of stout shoes.” This presage of practical gifts had no appeal for Master Jarr. He began to whimper and Mrs. Jarr turned to the little girl and said: “And you are going to get a nice dress and a nice coat for Christmas this year. Both you children should be glad you are going to get clothes in- stead of foolish toys that you will only break. Santa Claus ts very poor this year.” At this announcement of Santa Claus's poverty the little girl also be- gan to protest plaintively. “Oh, don't take the joy of life from the children,” said Mr. Jarr. Then he winked at his ood lady. “I hear that Santa Clads has speculated in war brides,’" he added, “so I guess Claus Is His Victim and slippers. For just before Christ: mi can be-if they are not threatened with u “Mollie of the Movies By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1915, by The Press Vublshing Pr Twe New York reuse wera) @ regular repository for the talented offspring of management—the talent that recites “Maud Muller” with Swedish massage ges- tures, when it’s nine years old and there's company to dinner. I always knew it was the custom to shove sons just out of high school into the firm where papa has worked himself up from office boy to head porter after fifteen years. But that's just work. Here it is a question of genius—and most of these recruits have about as much genius as a cold, boiled onion! Mamma used to go to hoarding school with the wife of the head director, so of course that gives her a cast iron claim on his auld lang syne sentiments forever, nd when daughter's looking around for a job to hold down mother wishes her on him. the - i HIS business is getting to be of sort all children are as good as they Monday: November 22; 1918 Stories Of Stories The Conyeight, No. 76—THE BOX-TUNNEL, By Charles Reade. women. The mon were Capts. Dolignan and White of the cavalry..-The AR along on the railway line between London and Bath js « hole ‘women were Marian Haythorn and a friend who was so colorless alongside Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Bvening World), — through @ hill. And this hole is, or used to be, known as “The Box-Tunnel.” 4 Late one afternoon a half century ago a first clase compart- ment on the Bath Express was occupied by four people—two men, two Marilen’s glowing beauty that it 1s really not worth while to give’ her « name. : Dolignan was « dashing, handsome young dare-devil. He could not keep his eyes turned from Marian. He was, minute by minute, falling a hope- lens victim to “love at first sight.” White, who was leaving the train at a way station, noticed his fellow Captain’s keen interest in the girl. He whie pered: ‘ “T'll wager ten poundsito three that you will not be able to kiss either of those ladies before you reach Bath.” Impulsively, Dolignan took the bet. A few minutes later White left the train. Anda very few minutes after that the gallant Dolignan had to nnenmmonncon ecrape an acquaintance with Miss Haythorn by offering Love et her one of his magazines. Firet Sight. He 4id not know her name, though #he knew his from hearing White address himgy it several times. They fel! into pleasant chat that lasted for the best part of an hour, Then the train plunged into the darkness of the Box Tunnel. Through the dense blackness came two sounds in quick succession—the almost noiseless impact of a kies, and the scream of an indignant girl. After ‘which the train rolled out once more into the daylight. When they reached Bath the Captain ventured to hold open the door for the two girls. Miss Haythorn—whom he had insulted—dropped her gaze and slipped past him, blushing hotly. The other woman—whom he had not insulted—glared furi- ously at him as she strode past. For weeks, search as he might, Dolignan could find no trace of the girl ip hed eo quickly learned to adore. Then came notice of a damage sult brought against him by Mies Marian Haythorn of Such-and-Such an ad- Gress for kissing her against her will. Dolignan read and reread her ad- Gress, then hurried to Marian’s home. She was coming out of the house as he drew near. He ventured to speak to her—to apologize humbly for ‘his fault. She listened with seeming reluctance, then mentioned by mere chance a ball she was to attend that evening and left him standing there. Dolignan managed to get an invitation to the ball. He devoted himself to Marian all evening, and at last won permission to call on her. the next month Dolignan found time to call on Mies Haythorn nearly every day. At the end of the month he was engaged to her. As they set forth on the Bath-London railroad for their wedding jour- ney, Doliggan mustered courage to tell his bride about the bet he had made waned with White, A Kies “I know,” she answered demurely. “I overheard, And in the Dark, $ “!dn't you hear me whisper to my companton? I made a , bet with her that if you kissed me you should be my my husband.” dice sputtered the amazed Dolignan, “why did you bring that action net me 1—t ree i “Why!” he cried gleefully as sudden darkness shut them in. “Here is the Box Tunnel again!” And this time no indignant acream followed the faint sound of the kisé. The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drummond afraid you were forgetting me. Copyright, 1918, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), CHAPTER XIX. ¥ week was up. I must leave the Lamars in the, morning. I' knew, however, that my visit had done me gootl In many ways, aside from the pleasure it had afforded me. I had a broader outlook on life, more faith in possible, But in spite of all I could do he was constantly calling my at- tention to something on the stage or in the house. I could not very weil refuse to speak to him, as he was Mrs. Larkin’s guest. All through the play I had an un- comfortable feelin& that something unpleasant was about to happen, but I {tled to appear interested and I . nk succeeded. Dear Mrs, men and thingsthan when I left New| was so solicitous, so delighied with York. If was impossible to be with |my account of my visit, which I gave : “ ‘ Rae V. g intermissions, that I wi people whose love for each other wes [have been unkind to have allowed my as perfect as Nell's and he: personal feelings to. spoil her little band’s without feeling its benediction. | party, I reached home before noon, and al-} When the play was over Mr. Latti- vas| More rather insisted that we go to though I had written Haskall I mee supper. Mrs, Larkin looked at me, coming, there was no one to meet) ang when I declined, she remarked me. I had spent all the ten dollars | frankly: had given me for tpys for the} “I am 80 glad you don't care to go, [ata 0 t lett my haila luggage |! ®™ setting old, and late suppers do \Stthe baggage desk and walked home. | Dot agree either with me or Mr, Lar. “Perhaps it Was really necessary for kin, Haskall to be down town to-day. “But just something Ught!" Mr, t es télepbone and tell him I'm at bome.”|/#ttimore insisted. I imagined he “Hello—I would like to speak to looked chagrined that hig invitation ‘e ad been refused. Mr. Borroughs, please. Not there | “wny not unless Mrs, you mean hie hasn't been down at v wishes to go.” to-day? Very well. o. SoEee “Thank you, no," I sald decidedly. tell him Mrs, Borroughs called.” | hen we reached the sidewalk, Mr, I bung up the receiver, sick. with Lattimore told Mrs. Larkin: kall had not been at the office al “I will take Mrs. Borroughs home.” Borroughs day. ‘They evidently knew nothing} apWii,'ake Mrs. Borough of where he was, or had been for-| ),nnank you: and xood night both of bidden to tell. So without a word to me I wa as- inally I rang up Mrs. Larkin. I aan y at nelly A Berd ions ail the lous sisted oad George Lattimore’s lux- dreary evening. I can never remember that ride “We are going fo. the. theatre wii without shuddering. We had scarcely a Dh naa a ah tld ies marted when, he commenced to tell me ; ‘ 4 a] what w neglected wife I was, how hen I arrived at the theatre I told) Haskall devoted himselt to Madelaing | James he need not © Arnott. ‘Then again he tried to make the bright calendar of youth “over a month” Is a long time. | “Will it come sooner next week, paw?” asked Willie Jarr “It will come soon enough, my boy,” replied Mr. Jarr, “And when you are as old as I am the Christ- mases will just race toward you." This reation of maturity and speeding time had no great appeal to the little Jarrs, Their faces fell, | “Watcha goin to gimme me for Christmas, paw?” asked the boy “Well, suid Mr. Jarr, “if you are as | ood every day till Christmas as you |have n to-day, 1 know Santa Claus will bring you something nice.” “There ain't no Santa Claus,” sald the young skeptic Anta Claus comes down the chimneys, and there's only one chimney in this house, and get them I won't believe in Santa| there will be the usual greatly app: Claus." ciated useless gifts as well as the “You will believe in Santa Claus,| useful this year as usual.” whether you get what you ask for or] At this comforting. announcement not," remarked Mrs, Jarr, who was aj the children beamed and ran, jostling stickier for old traditions, “But youleach other, to get papa’s housecoat ~~ Reflections of : ee a Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland , ularishil, 1018, by he Prew Publishing Go, (The New York Evening World), OVE is not dead until the marital kiss becomes merely a “morning chore” and an “after-dinner custom,” Many a girl who might have gone through life with a “terrible secret,’ hasn't any, now that the new short skirts have become 6o frankly re vealing Some women would lose all joy in the thought of a future life if they didn't believe that they could idle away the mornings in Heaven in # pink peignoir and a frilly boudoir cap. To a bachelor, “luck in love” consists not so much in making succesa- ful advances as in making a successful retreat, A man begs for the first kiss, takes the second, demands the third, ac- cepts the rest—and endures the last. A woman can be constant to any man she happens to prefer, even though she doesn't love him; but a man may love @ woman better than anyone else on earth, yet his heart simply won't “stay in dock.” | As long as a man looks at a girl through the rose-colored glasses of 5 | new romance, there ts no use trying to disillusion him by telling him that her hair and complexion come in bottles. It Is a lot easier for a woman to forgive a man for apything trom a | folly to & crime, than it is for him to forgive her for nagging him about it if Santa Claus went down that hed o into the furnace in the cellar and The “yell of ilusions’=4Phe wedding veh... yea . Mr. and Mrs, Larkin would bring me Mine rnen I turned to find George Lattlinore waiting for me. “Mrs, Larkin asked me to see you to her box," he said with a peculiar smile as he approached me, “Thank you!” I replied simply, and followed him to the Larkin box. ‘To my surprise he and I were the only guests, Fora moment I was terribly Embarrassed, I had not seen George {lattimore since the day he tried to make love to me in the park. She tells him all about her big hit | in the Christmas play at bigh school | and how the school paper wrote her up as a coming star.. And then he say “Yeh. That's fine. Here, Mollie, take this young lady and | coach: her in the part of Gladoline in “The Destiny of Dolanda!” The part of Gladoline is terribly heavy. Her big scene is where she trips in from the garden with @ couple of carrots-and throws them me believe my happiness rested with him; that he would make up to me, not only for all I had lost, but would make my future a blissful one. I was both frightened and disgusted, and declared angrily: “T shall be true to Haskall, to my duties as his wife, If you say another word to me I shall appeal to your chauffeur.” In silence we rode the rest of the way, and in silence he assisted me out of the car, Haskall bad not yet come into the soup! I devoted myself to Mrs, Larkin, in- But do you suppose for a minute] sisting upon sitting beside her and that this’ legitimate successor to|as far away from Mr, Lattimore Sarah Bernhardt can do it? Do you) think she can put an atom of verve or thrill.into it? trimmed boots! The way she puts those carrots in the soup,, you'd think she was strew- ing tuberoses on the grave of a dear- ly beloved child. Any one knows that there's no. tragedy in soup except standing behind the coun- when it's hotter than you thought Not on your fur- By H. J. “ce Orr as I observe the clerks 1918, by the Prees Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World), home. (To Be Continued). % Dollars and Sense Barrett. pense, no bad billa Henee my tacti- cal advantage over the retailer. Also IT sell carbon paper at a similar 0 stores I it was. ters in various So I rab the carrots from her and| wonder why they remain in such & dash ‘em in myself, showing her that | confining occupation at such low FO ee ee nse commonplace ‘by | wae.” anid a young man wi earns Reales te . ie “i a a camera {SHIe8 in am inde I was really surprised, myself, at| pendent p the rare technique I put into it. Any venpake y case, for instance. I was one can ‘act ‘all over the shop If t's a| working {n a stationery and office case of “Save my child!” or “Yes,| supply store for $15 a week, I know Harold, it’e got to be But to make |the percentage of profit we made on a chef d'oeuvre of @ soup incident| our goods and I realized that al- requires ‘Anesse, though many of the articles we So you can't blame me for being | handled were marked up 109 percent, slightly upset when I turn to her and| ihe overhead expense connect nel say, “You wee, that’s the way to do! a store reduced that profit to byt a {t,”' And she comes back with: “Ex. | # (FTO yan. Berionce dope count, doesn't it? You! “"wpinglly I established contact with PG i eC Oe a manufacturer. Resigning my pos!- tet ecnent’ ME to be up| tion, I started out to canvass the of- ® ings. 1am not a particularly That was the glad finish af right. [Ace Vinoing salenman, But most any I went. to the director sald: “ ry One can sell silver dollars for 75 conts. Say, Lye got a kind heart, and 1 /ont jell two 75 cent typewriter rib- t a hetp to human- Ie tae wiv vou fair warning |bons for $1. By buying several gross that if your wife's friends have arty |at a time this figure shows me a very more children that they want to keep |comfortable profit, And naturally [ tell ‘em not to send ‘am here, I'm | make a sale in almost every office at just ripe for « bally fine little madga- which I call. I have no office: I pay orem me: sent; I have-Do- ox 3 Te- duction. My net earnings a pr $30 a week, and as my Gentale mes establighed this will increase, “Another friend of mine noticed that the cheapest copy holder on the local market sold at $1.50, It was @ rather elaborate affair of metal. Its high price restricted its sale, ste Think twice before spending $1.50. With a@ jackknife he whittled one out of wood, which was exactly ag ser- viceable, and contracted wi! small woodworking plamt for its ma@ufac- ture. They cost him about seven cents apiec he sells them at fifty cents, As he places about twenty a day, his weekly income is @ shade over $50, “still another friend of mine makes a good thing out of selling maps from office to office, Just glance over the stock of most any retail store and you'll see scores of articles which you can buy almost if not quite as cheaply as the proprietor, Figure that he op- erates on a 40 per cent. to 100 per cent. markup; then estimate how many you could sell in a day at a 25 cent, profit. You'll be amoned tw © vast fleld which li