The evening world. Newspaper, December 10, 1915, Page 26

f ——— , BY JOSEPH PULITZER‘ Mee Yar Now. New York, nt Company. Nos, 63 t0 Prosident, 6% Tow. fi Ine Secretary, @ Park Row, New ¥ Becond. one ees. Hho ivening| For Bnglana and the. contin ‘World for the United States All Countries in the 1 en Canals. Pos Tear. coves Month. VOLUME 56. T equally the need of every individual citizen. | Complicated plans for squeezing more taxes out of the country are now under consideration—all promising to add to the disagreeable features of life and to produce a Babel of whining and protest from various interests who are sure to think their share of the load unjust. Why not go about the job with direct and simple equity? One hundred million dollars is needed. Who needs it? The 100,000,000 people whose interests are the interests of the nation. Assets them at the uniform rate of $1 per head. So distributed, the borden would hardly be felt. For the few who could prove their inability to pay, others more opulent would make good, What conceivable tax could be collected with so little friction, perjury, pestering or perplexity? Every citizen would share equally in taking care of a responsi- Dility which is his or hers.” The protection is for all. Give cach a chance to feel that he or she is directly efficient in providing it. The tax experts are always groping along devious roads. Here's a straight one. . «NO, 19,834 A SIMPLE WAY. HE United States has to raise $100,000,000 added revenue for Chancellor von Bethmann-Hollweg’s “peace talk” distilled about as much peace as would squeeze out of a Theodore Roose- velt sermon to the militia, AN ADMIRABLE APPOINTMENT. | HE appointment of Oscar 8. Straus to the Chairmanship of the T Public Service Commission of this district ig in all respects an excellent one. As Peace Commissioner to The Hague, as Secretary of the De- partment of Labor and as Ambassador to Turkey Mr. Straus has long | been known to the whole country as an American of first rate intellect and highest ideals, who has combined with wide knowledge of public) affairs a practical efficency and rare tact that have been in evidence} in every office he has held. The people of this State and city have known him as a student of public problems and a citizen of deep civic devotion and enthusiasm. He is able, active, of unquestioned integrity. No better man could be thought vf to stand wiere Gov. Hughes meant Public Service Commissioners to stand—on guard over the in- terests of the people wherever corporations are on the watch to extend their power or evade their responsibilities. In naming Mr. Straus Chairman, Gov. Whitman sets himself a high standard to follow in selecting other members of the Comiis- sion. If he keeps to it he can do himself more good in this State tha astute appointments on poet lines could ever accomplish for him. Let him put the Public Service Commissions back on the plar where they belong. There is nothing New York needs more at this) moment or will remember longer to the credit of the Governor that does it. The choice of Mr. Straus is the best kind of a beginning. baton, The Colonel cannot trust himself to speak—in Toronto! His heart fa full of war! He is hardly safe alone with himself in Oyster Bay! Now we know how Vesuvius, Stromboll, Aetna and Popocatapetl feel before they blow up! —¢-——_—_—_ GOOD PROGRESS. ‘GLAND seems to have been able to grasp the reasonableness E of this Government's point of view regarding the high-handed ; seizure of American ships registered under the American flag on the bare chance that German money might have helped pur- chase them. ‘No more ships of the American Transatlantic Company will be *reqnisitioned, Great Britain assures us. And the order requisitioning Ahe steamers Hocking and Genessee will be cancelled while the prize court is determining the standing of these vessels. It is encouraging to find that we make ourselves understood, We believe it will presently be quite plain to Great Britain that we do not mean to leave either our ships or their cargoes lo the tender mer- cies of belligerent nations who draw up their own code of sea law. We also expect to make it clear that our commerce is not to be regulated, Wiverted or suppressed for the profit of British trade or the trade of} |, any other country, When forced to remind England of these things we have used plain words meant to carry conviction. It is gratifying to note that they penetrate. Hits From Sharp Wits. ‘There are a lot of people who would rather have poor times than good times if only for an excuse to loaf. Pittsburgh Sun | | How hard it seems to be as good as the good men one reads about in the obituaries. Dollars and Sense Lists and Their Efficacy. 66] THOUGHT that every business man was familiar with the high degree of perfection attained in the compilation of lista," remarked a merchant recently, “but I find that they aren't. “Only the other day a young man told me that be wished to become a manufacturer's agent for this terri- but that he didn’t know how to get in touch with manufacturers. ‘IT banded him a catalogue of one of the big list brokers, and within five minutes be found what he was look- for, irk this catalogue, for instance, ‘The concern issuing it was established eighty-five years ago. In contains a iption and prices per thousand, covering over 6,000 separate and dis- Unct Hats, Some cost as little as $1 per ‘The average woman's idea of a place like heaven is a place where she can wder her nose fifty times a day.— acon News. . He who uses his friend for a crutch has a poor stick to lean upon.—Des- eret News, vw ow ByH. J. Barret | sales force to cover all parts of the| Union. A mailing campaign covering lists of dealers will result in repre- sentation in many sections which his| sales force has never covered, “I knew of a realty man who was commissioned to sell a princely estate Valued at nearly a million dollars, He compiled a beautiful illustrated deseriptive booklet costing about cents a copy, purchased a list of multl- millionaires and matled the booklet accompanied by a letter, Within a few wocks be had sold the property His commission on the deal has made him independent for life, “Another man of my acquainta developed a unique business w involved the reeutting of the p: waste sold for a song by the i metropolitan dailies. A letter mall to a list of country newspapers sup- plied him with an outlet for his en- tire product “Many men have become rich thousand. through the medium of Ists. They “Suppose a manufacturer ie con-| have sold direct to thousands of cus- ducting @ national advertising caw wemery Wh whom Sey Awie ateor paign, but bas not developed his come tm personal contact.” purposes of defense, In'this case the need of the nation is} \ | father? Bi Ge mene NG — By Roy L. | [Qa] JARR surprised his wife and family by arriving home early in the afternoon, Mrs. Jarr was somewhat alarmed at his appearance at this unusual hour, fearing he had received as a pre-holiday present a notice that his services were nd longer required at his place of em- ployment. But Mr. Jarr set her fears to rest by assuring her It was one of his lucky days, “Why.” he further ex- plained, “f escaped from having to serve as a juryman,” Mra, Jarr was “fixing up” little Emma to go to a children’s party, and in her excitement at the news she dug the cdémb Into the tender scalp of the little girl, who watled in pain, “You keep quiet, Emmat” exclaimed her mother, “Your father and I can't have a moment's talk without you children interrupting.” When quiet was restored Mr, Jarr repeated, “Yes, I came near being taken as a juror, but they won't have “Why not?” asked Mra, Jarr, ‘1! hope nobudy has been telling people | that you frequent that awful Gua's place, It won't get In the papers that they won't take you, will it “Oh, nothing ike that,” Jarr. “The defense obj “Why did they object Jarr. “Why didn’t you tell them you were as good as they were?” What Mr. Jarr said in reply waa lost In the howls of the little girl. “T never saw such @ child," sald Mrs, Jarr complainingly. ‘There! Does that hurt you?" The little girl quieted, and Mr, Jarr! remarked he was glad ho escaped, as| it was a breach of promise case and| he might have been a@ prisoner for a week. | “Why a prisoner?” asked Mra, Jarr, “Had you done anything? How a you get mixed up in such a case As she asked the question she bore down on the comb, and the little girl howled again. | “Oh, do be quiet!” cried Mrs, Jacr. | “My heart ls broken between }0u aud} your father. What thanks will I get for all I do for my cl.iidren and their And what is to become of us if ho gets an Unenviable notoriety in court because of his acquaintance with creatures"— i} Here she bore down on the comb) again, and thé little girl yelled inj protest at being punished in vicari- Falling in Line! The Jarr Family Covrright, 1015, by the Prem Publishing Co, (‘The New York Brening World) | | Piffleham Manor, | clothes over McCardell out cause, go gently with the child,” “I won't go gently with anybody!” said Mrs, Jarr, “At least I am trying to bring my children up right, but when thelr own father comes home and brags he's mixed up in divorce cases and such things, because he's too friendly with all sorts of people, well, I can't control myself." And here she rapped the little girl on the head with the comb and told her to stop fidgeting. “Do be reasonable, my dear,” said Mr. Jarr, “I know nothing of the case and was only rejected as a juror because I told the lawyer for the de- fense, In answer to his question, that I was most happily married.” | “You shouldn't have discussed our private affairs that way,” remarked Mrs. Jarr severely. “Oh, come now,” replied Mr, Jarr, “Would you have preferred me to be * i] =-=-By Bide > THE CONCEITED WASP. (For Very Little Folk.) WASP one fine morning de- cided that he would go out and call on a Miss Honey Bee, He took a soft brush and he brightened his wings and put on his eyeglass and other swell things. Equipped with his cane and his bright yellow vest dressed. And as on his journey he wouldn't have accepted you. But did they ask you if I was happily mar- ried?” Mr, Jarr smiled and answered that he supposed they took tt for granted, Then he gave Mrs. Jarr and the little girl each a Kiss and the incident was closed, But Mrs, Jarr told him later that accepted?” “If I hadn't preferred you to be ac- cepted,” remarked Mrs, Jarr, “I i How Men’s C No, 7—Buttons. UPPOSE one of our revered and S long buried forefathers should wake up some fine morning in find that he had overslept and that it was forty min- utes past seven o'clock, Could he hurl himself out of bed, dress, and piece of pie in right hand and hard boiled ese in left, run the mile to the station and catch the 7.62 for town? He could not, A regular commuter can do it nine times out of ten, but this poor old fellow would be fatally handicap- ped, There weren't any buttons tn als days, and he'd lose too many priceless seconds in knotting and pinning bis clothes together, As a matter of fact, they seem tu have had to get along for a good many thousands of years without buttonp. They used to drape thelr thelr shoulders, wrap them around themselves like band- ages, and in general made a mean, fussy job of dressing. You read about buttons as being In use in the 14th century, but only for orna- ment, and not In “high collar’ circles. Later, however, the society crowd took them up and they became very classy gold and gilt affairs, Then some inventive chap saw the big idea and put them to thelr present use, along in the 15th century. Unluckily, his name not appear in any Hall of Fame, Brass buttons date from 1689 and always have been ar, There is nothing that makes # inan hate him- self so much a8 a row or so of them ous atonement for the parental sins. Sew't Wa wil @ald Ate dare, “But even if you must roast me with- something like the “war bride” sicy- thing on earth. down his coat front. There w ‘ax 4 boom tn the button manta misao ye Sos 4 in 1750, Copyright, 1016, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World) she was sorry he did not stay around the court to tell her about the case, If the case was interesting. lothes Began i rocketing here. Fellows went the business in Birmingham on a “shoestring” and cleaned up @ lot of money According to an old story, Fred- erick I, of Prussia ts responsible for the row of buttons on the under side of a man's cuff. Every seven-footer he saw he used to grab for his pet regiment, the Potsdam Guard, until he had the finest bunch of “white hopes” ever gathered together un- der one canvas. He was tickled to death over what he'd done, i) wanted each one of ‘em to be a real “college” dresser, But they used to rub their noses and greasy heats with their coat sleeves. To cure them of this habit, the King ordered a,row of rough and scratchy buttons sewed on the sleeves, from wrist to elbow It must have been heavy sledding for the joke builders up to seventy~ five years or #0 ago. collars hadn't come into use then, and writers couldn't start off their columns every Friday with the old collar-button wheeze, Collar but- jtons do take freak bounces some- times when they hit the floor, but that’s only because they're playful; they are not vicious, Mothers-in- law date from a much eariler time than collar buttons, but, consider- jing the bad start, the little teasers run the older wheeze a close race for space in the funny columns, . Buttons “made in America” got their start at Easthampton, Mass., jin 1827, and it’s a big business in |these parts to-day. Manufacturers yen make several million dollars worth a year out of the mussel shells they dredge up out of the Mis- sissippi, and which used to be scorn- fully referred to the mgBt useless | A Tale or Two in Rhyme and long satin coat, he was stylishly| into | Detachable | | no! —— Dudley.«=«= Copyright, 1915, by the Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), started he said: love me, I'l ask her to wed.” He knocked at the door of Miss Bee's honeycomb and smiled when the servant announced her at home. He thought as he waited, “She can't refuse me, for I'm of the Wasps of the highest degree. In fact, I'm quite certain she'll be very proud and grasp at the chance to get into our crowd, Then, when in her ear all my love talgp I buzz, she'll simply adore me, as Gv'ry bee does.” At length sweet Miss Honey was heard drawing nigh. He pulled down his vest and he straightened his tie and, with a last peep in a small look- ing-glass, he waited to grect her the sweet little lass! And when in a moment she came through the door he bowed; yes, he bended well-nigh to the floor; and then, on his kc. » 4s each true lover docs, he started to whisper the following buzz: “Oh, lovely, most beautiful, sweet little bee, I come of a race with a long pedigree. You see, I'm descend- ed from blue-blooded kings. Just look at the gloss on my elegant wings, And, though you are naught but a common sweet bee, | feel that you'd make a good helpmeet for me, Now kindly consider these words [ have sald and come, sweet Miss Honey, with me and be wed.” He rose from his knees and he ;@lanced in her face, while hoping |that there her reply he might trace. Then softly, but firmly, through blushes of red, she looked in his eyes and she scornfully said: “Perhaps in your veins is the royal blue blood, | but I wouldn't wed you—your house |is of mud, So pardon me, sir! I |must leave you, I fear, for young Mr, Workingbee soon will be here,” | Then quickly she bowed as she step- “She'll certainly ped through the door and proud Mr,| Wasp saw his visit was o'er, Enraged through and through, to his home he then fled and swore by his sword that he never should wed. And up to this day every wasp lives his life without any sweet little bee for his wife. It's Just on account of the tale I've told here. Now isn't it funny and isn’t it queer? . HOW JIM PROPOSED. Jim Barnabee loved Mattie Lane, but he was shy on sana, He never could | get brave enough to ask her for her hand. At times they'd talk of love an’ Jim would get right to the point an’ then his nerve would fail an’ he'd grow weak in ev'ry joint. It went along in this way, well, two years or thereabout. The words kept stickin’ in his throat, refusin’ to come out. But finally the climax came; "twas Just a month ago when Jim an’ Mat sat in @ box one ev'nin’ at a show. “Twas in the second act, I think, A man came out an’ sung a song called “Won't You Marry Me?” It got Jim all unstrung. An’, would you believe it, Just about the time the song was through Jim turned an’ whispered, “Will you?" Mat says “Yes.” She meant it, too, Well, right before the audience (he Jelean forgot the show), Jim hugged the girl an’ kissed her cheeks a dozen times or so. An’ they left-—the happi- est of people on this earth, The show was hum, but Jim proposed, We got our money's worth. | | | ATHALIE DE HAUTEVILLE erately rich young widow. nineteen, She was now twe and abundant money, she shi N she had very foolishly invited to come tories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces Conright, 1915, by the Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Brening World), No. 83. THE GUILTY SECRET. By Paul de Kock. Terhune was a gloriously beautiful and mod- Her husband had died when she was nty-two. With youth and good looks ould have been happy. But she was t. She was a slave—a slave to her sly old uncle, M. d’Ablaincourt, whom to live with her, Like most other sublimely selfish people, d’Ablaincourt was a domestic tyrant. ment and changes in Nathalie’s dally This was good; but It was too good enough to realize it. He kne' * Nathalie’s heart An Uncle's Btratagem. banagye-Y ~_—~—~—~_—~_e_—-_e but welcome the hold, and who would willingly humor all the unc! He was forever suggesting changes in the household’s arrange- ifte—changes that added to his own comfort and which made everybody else horribly uncomfortable. to last, And 4’Ablaincourt hed sense that soon or late some man was certain to win and hand and fortune. And thes goodby to his own soft berth as petty tyrant of her So d'Ablaincourt set about to find a husband for Nathalie—a husband who would not only tolerate presence of her unole in the house- silly whims, especially in the matter of playing backgammon, a game 4’Abiaincourt adored and Nathalie detested. But such D’Ablaincourt found him last in ® young fellow who evidently adored to love backgammon. When the Captain proposed, the iu man seemed hard to find. the person of one Capt. 4*Apremont, Nathalie and who craftily professed nele urgently indorsed his euft. And Nathalie consented to become Mme, d’Apremont. “IL will marry you,” she told her me to give up emoking. then. beloved backgammon game, fiance, “if you will solemnly promise I hate tobacco, and I can't endure men who use {t.* ‘The lovelorn Captain promised—he ould have promised anything just And they were married. Every evening now 4’Ablaincourt had hie ‘ For a time everything went beautifully, Then d'Apremont began to grow sullen, irritable, restless. He took to going out for two hours each evening. No one knew whither he went nor why. Nathalie wos miserably suapictous, Her uncle was heartbroken over ‘losing his evening backgammon game, At last Nathalle act a private detec« tive one night to follow her husband. The detective came back in half an hour with news that he had traced @’Apremont to an upper room in a poor-looking house; had watehed him enter the room, and, looking through the keyhole, had seen the Captain Nathalie, scenting a love affair, # Bolving a Mystery. eee “I have trac perfidy!” | wrap himself tn a long gray blouse. Then he had come back to report. et out with the detective, and pres- werner, ently found herself at the threshold of the mysterious room. She threw open the door, exclaiming: ‘ked you down and discovered your Then she halted uncertainty, for the startled | @'Apremont was all alone in the room. Clad tn a Peasant blouse, he was puffing at an enormous and amelly pipe. Nevertheless, he looked guilt~ stricken, Confusedly, he stammered: “Won't you forgive me? I tried to keep my promise not to amoke, but I found I was becoming cranky and unhappy, I couidn’t stand it any longer, | So I rented this room, and Dut on this blouse, eo that my clothes would not 1 smell of tobacco, and"—— “Come home!” pleaded Nathalle, half laughing, half crying in joyous relief, as she threw her arms around his neck kissed ome | | And bring the pipe along!” ana eae , room, “bring it along. You can our backgammou game!” The Woman By Dale D CHAPTER XXVII. N spite of all my good reao- lutions, my pride, I had be- trayed myself. Erio knew that I loved him, and I knew my love was returned. It hap- pened one beautiful afterroon, when, following my usual custo a, | walked home through the park. How it happened I could never re- member, but as if it were yesterday I remember Eric's pleading: “You are unhappy, dear. There is no reason why you should remain #0, You have no children, no ties, Di- yvorce Borroughs and marry me. Ah, you are afraid of the conventions!" aa I made no answer. “You cannot deny now that you love me, but you think only of the world. What has the world done for you? You will al- ways miss the best in life if you think of others, and what they may think. Convention has been your God, a fetish as well as a religion— Then contritely, “Forgive me, forgive me! I will not offend again.’ Bric walked all the way home with me. As he leaned to me when I stood on the steps above him I was buoy- antly conscious in every surge of my blood that he loved me as I loved him. When he took my hand in his two strong, warm ones, he sent @ wave of courage through me that remained many long hours. For some time I had been turning an idea over in my mind, I would be independent. I would do something by which I could earn money and so be spared the humiliation of asking for every penny I had, the aelf- abasement that was mine when It was refused. The idea grow and grew, Bleeping Mythology ala Mode Perseus, HE Silikform Corset Com- pany, established in 1880, did a business of fifteen I millions @ year, A man who had gone with them during their first year at a salary of eight dollars a week had progressed year by year until he was known as the most expert corset salesman in the United Stater it and richest terri- tory, He was popular with heads of firms. He was respected by women buyers, He was the marvel of the wholesale world. Naturally a man who fever has red-inked figures on his sales slips at the end of the year; whose salary is raised with regular precision; who is the president's white-hatred boy, &o., gets some opinion of himself. One day a fitvver of a salesman, with gold plate down on his upper lip, weary of this eternal self-infla- tion, hit back, He said: “Aw, g'wan! One of these days your own grandson will put you on the asb heap!" Now, Aaron had no grandson. But he had a marriageable daughter, And, the pert observation of the half-baked salesman got on his nerves. ‘Then one day his daughter eloped. And a year later his son-in-law wired that a bouncing baby boy had been born to them; that he was strong for naming it Perseus, after the spring water house he worked for, but the mother made It Peroy. Aaron Bunk grew his first gray hair, Wher Percy was twenty years old he got a job, He got It with the Many Curve Corset Company, « hated rival Copyrigin:, 1916, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Drening World, Aaron Bunk. Hoe| “Yes,” chimed tn Uncle d’Abiaincourt, who had followed her to the smoke svery evening while we're blaying Who Dared rummond I dreamed of it, wakt: compat my thoughts. I begun to teen Lawl rest in the shops I knew ware either run or managed by wee bee women's rom Mrs, ‘kin and read of the successful wome busin won m of the ese n all the stories I hy read women going Into Pheiness ea orores of thelr success had been their ability to care for the financial end of it themselves, instead of intrusting it to others. I immediately began th study of mathematics, not in a d sultory way, but so many hours a day. Then T procured a book which taught a simple method of bool keeping. This I studied for weeks be- fore I bought one more advanced. Pcteed hours selling and Ing @c- int of Imaginary material, seem that I was beginning in eee cullar way to fit myself for ing something. But the idea had taken such possession of me that I would wane oe tie, 888 T figured that a ry okkeeping was neces- sary in any business, ie aren such a little thing that de- me. One afte fog ton wits rnoon T was hav- Mrs. Larkin, 8) Anew bonnet; gent har® on exclusive she eatd. ~ the trim: ” b id, taking the bonnet, at 0 work. few moments it was tran: from an unbecom- ing headpiece to one that ed her studied hi ‘ure! er feat’ my, 8 in the one,’ (To Be Continued.) <a em ENE ener renemmemamrn msn w =By Alma Woodward Coprrtght, 1015, ty the Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Brening Word), of the Slikform, eeny Aaron smiled indul~ ! ‘en Percy set out on his first He infested grandpa's territory, “e Impressed heads of firms with his clear cut reasoning. He captivated women buyers with his ravishing eyes and all-for-you manners, He got Siiere—ood oad mi hem. He cleaned 08. He a ‘i neee all to indent ange ny pee bial @ old mai ; broken 2 n returoed t6 Now York instead of lunching at thi Grill, he turned sadly toward the Bean and Binker Cafe. Just as ho Was about to enter a strong young hand fell on his shoulder, He turned Af tee Percy Benes him, on across the street & decent feed, old top!" peed Soe boy, “I want to talk to you, any- way. gramp,” he said, when “Now see here, they were seated, “most likely you in your Sut don’t were a hummer you've run out of gasoline, Want you going out on the road get- ting orders for a sixth of a dogen and Influenza, So I'm going to buy you a nice little house down at Far k= Away, and a year’s sub: the ‘Corset Guide, so's you can read all about me and mom: ord, What nay? “Game? Hah Fy mi cause he was old wiee Aaron was game, He piaye pinche with his cronies, He reads the column headed “Buyers in Town.” And he slope a great deal. sometimes, at breakfast, when he dips his poppy-seed roll into his prophecy! e haunted by the grim ¥, 7, #' Wan! One of these daye your own grandeon pat you om the aeh heapi” SSS | et sect ag ~h: