The evening world. Newspaper, December 11, 1915, Page 12

_ Adequate fighting power in case of need. The cost—and this is for the army only—is large. Nevertheless The Evenin Cee ee ! ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. Published Dally Except su by the Preas ‘atk Row, New YT RALPH PULITZER, Prema SMANGUS SHAW. Treasurer, JOSHPH PULITZER, Jr., Secretar: t the Post-Office C) New T tos to The Evening 8 Park Row, Park Row. , 68 Park Row. aa Second-Clase Matter. ir gland and the Continent and All Countries n the International Postal Union, veces $8.60/One Year. stew os O18 + 80/One Monta. 86 seeee NO, 10,835 IT MUST SINK IN. T SECRETARY GARRISON the country owes another cogent rid for the United States and Canada. One Year... One Month. VOLUME 50...... presentation of its practical needs as a nation in a world which has postponed the millennium indefinitely. Not every American will read Secretary Garrison's report. Por- tions of it, at least, should, however, percolate to almost every intelli gence. Many of its details have been already presented. The in- crease of the regular army to a total of 141,843 enlisted men and offi- cers, and the addition of a civilian force of 400,000 citizens under! training for three months cach year for a period of three years, are) proposals already familiar. | It is unfortunate that their moderation should be obscured by) the flamboyant plan offered by the War College for a continental | army of 1,500,000—nssuming, it would seem, that any navy this coun-/ try could build must be expected to disappear. at an carly stage in the hostilities, Discussion will level extravagance. The main point is that dis- cussion ought to bo scrious and based on conviction. | The people of the United States are asked to spend on an average $200,000,000 yearly for the next four years to provide the nation with it has become tle duty of every American to measure the cost, to take counsel with himself as to. the why and wherefore of it and to face squarely the consequences of refusing to admit its necessity. | Americans whose awareness of the world embraces more than! the portion bounded by the cozy limite of their daily existence will, | as the Secretary of War says, “disregard those who distort facts or ignore facts and who would substitute sentiment for reason. They, ve reached a realization that this matter is their business and that like all business it most be treated from the standpoint of reason and| common sense.” < Civilization has not guaranteed the United States eternal peace #nd protection merely betause it behaves itself and is entitled to theso| precious favors, If it expects justice it must stand ready to exact) justice, If it is to be preparad it must spend’money to thatend. =| ‘The ‘sooner tho country absorbs thie idea and quits squinting at preparedness as if expecting to see it change suddenly to politics, the surer is Congress to catch the right spirit, forget party lines, and eg Publishing Company, Now 62 to ork. 4 Changing the Signal — World Daily Magazine, nee | | | | | | | unite as one representative body to perform conscientiously an impera-| tive duty toward the nation, | —— +4 - } Not catistied with slaying billions of the enemy lest summer "e the fy, swatters urge a winter campaign. With the coming of cold weather, they tell us, the latedorn fly who escaped the | slaughter bies himself to a warm crack in house or atebdleand prepares to replenish the ranks for the coming season. One fly that survives the winter, wo are assured, will become the | parent of hundreds of millions next summer. | ‘Therefore, O housekeeper, swat the winter fly in his cozy | corner. Don't think he’s dead when you find him sleeping on | his back. He's only playing ‘possum while the thermometer is | low. Swat him, kill him and be sure to burn his body. Quick or deed, he's a menace to health as long as there's anything left | of him, WEALTH STOPS WORRYING. apartment house projects come to be regarded in this city as! The Week’s Wash — By Martin Green—— Covretgh!, 1910, by the Vem Publishing Co, (The New York Prentng World), “ HEY tell me,” remarked the Head Poltsher, “that Henry Ford offered Thomas A. Edi- #0n one million regular dollars to go over and help the boys out of the trenches, and Thomas A. turned; Henry down.” “Bear in mind,” gaid the Laundry Man, “that Thomas A. is quite deaf. If he sees the Ups of a perwon who A S CROCUSES herald the approach of spring, so have coatty | promises of quickened building activity in all directions. _ There is no overlooking current signe. The most luxurious stack of one story dwellings the world has ever seen is presently to rise in |e talking to him he can read the) ‘message without hearing the words. But Henry didn’t stand in front of; Thomas A. when he offered to divest’ himself of the retadl price of 4,645 5-11! flivvers. Fifth Avenue on the site of the old Progress Club at Sixty-third Streef. Another pile of princely flats is going up on the southeast corner of Fifth Avenue and Seventy-second Street. Twenty room apartments with eight baths—renting for $25,000 and $30,000 a year!| Either the realty experts have got it right that some of us aro going to be mighty prosperous the next few years or they are taking vig chances, Over $50,000,000 has been furnished in building loans im this city during the past year, Most of it has gone into apartment | houses in Manhattan and the Bronx. | “If anybody doubts that Gen. Prospority is expected let him look about and see the additional facilities that are being provided for expensive living. The rich are getting ready to spend again—which is always good news for-the poor. | Hits From Sharp Wits In some ways mules are safer than; Some women can really keep a N # money On &) cret, while others simply keep | = ing.—Macon News. | . eee | A friend in need—most of them are} Even a lazy man will put upa hard “Acoording to the newspaper ac- counts, Henry stood on the o, p. side of Thowas A. and talked into his ear, Now, if is possible to make Thomas A. hear by talking into his ear, but everybody else within a block would share the information so imparted, Inasmuch as only those in the imme- diate vicinity heard what Henry said to Thomas A, there is a strong sus- picion that Thomas A. didn't hear him at all, You know, there «re persons who are too deaf to hear anything when they don't want to hear anything and these same per- sons can hear a fly land in a plate of butter when they want to hear anything, On the other hand, maybe Thomas A. had looked over bunch on the boat. “Anyhow, he had been on the boat an hour or more and had seen every- body. Of course Thomas A. is a rich man, but a million dollars is a lot of money. Even Thomas A. knows that a million dollars is a lot of money. A million dollars is more to Thomas A. than it is to Henry because while Henry is gone that way. fight if an attempt 9 made to inter- |fere with his lounging liberties.—To- | A “pacifist” in a man wio likes to!ledo Blade, get up a fight on the subject of peace, | # ‘© 3 ‘ee Some young men feel like patting | “A womau, seams always to be wor-| themselves on the back for living oe ried about something.” And if she) Within their fathers’ incomes. n't worried about nometbing she is! 8 worrying about ber husband, or some-| When expediency is always consid. | thing equally infinitesimal.—Phila- ered there's small chance for princi ~Albany Journal, \elphia Wourer. t ~_ | the same court means forfetture license, ANTI-SPEED, A Plea for Tarean Man's Lion, Bo the Raitor of Tie According to the National Highway ; Protective Society $12 persons hav® | To the Editor of Tee Evewlng World: | been killed in the streets of this city! I am writing regarding B. R. Bur- durin the lat eleven months by au- | roughs's recent story, "The Man But- tomotilos, Ibex not such @ slaughter | er." It is very cruel to leave splendid argue well for the establishment of a| “Big Ben,” the lion in the story, a TreMe Court, to which all violators of | prisoner in t® Zoo. How unhappy traM@c ordinanees could be brought! the lion would be, wondering why hiv from all of the five boroughs? Thus! man friend a rocarg sods be prourrly Kept tu be: while I was ao afraid Mr. Burroughs 4 check woul): rely Lo placed upou | Would kill the lion’ at the end of the such }y making them lose a day to! story, yet I wish he could have ended foumey ircin all the ends of the five by having Mr, and Mrs. Dick Gardon borouxhs to some one place in Man- take a trip to Africa and return Ben wae to be tried fer i vioauion. to his native jungle, it be decreed tied to ge = MR, of | did not come for him. aad i ad at least 6,6455-11 flivvers, yielding |Henry a@ million iron men, gross, Nevertheless, as have said, even his salespeople will undoubtedly sell assuming that maybe Thomas A. did hear Henry «Yer him a million dollars, we are still bound to con- sider the fact that he had been on the boat an hour or more and had Tt might be that tle and roar of his factories over at East Orange and concluded to remain at home and enjoy some peace and quiet.” j Pity the Aged! { o> 66 HAT dotyqu think of the President’? plan of prepar- edness?” asked the Head Polisher. “The only thing I don't like about it is the effect it has had on William Jennings Bryan,” replied the Laundry “Mr, raven's Wing under the brilliant lighte of the lecture platform there is now @ cold, hard reflection such as is dis- 1 by & peeled onion, His Voice is not as strong as it used to be, After talking continuously for a week he gets a little hoarse nowa- days, He is a grandfather and ought “On the other hand, maybe Thovnas | | A. did hear. | have an army and navy. } | “But is he? He is not, Just when we hadn't heard anything about Mr. Bryan for a few days and thought he Was out in Lincoln, Neb., or down in Florida under his own vine and fig- tree, out comes President Wilson with the announcement that we ought to As soon as William Jennings Bryan heard about it he sent for 2,000 time tablea, put a clean collar in his grip and ran to the nearest railroad station. It is a shame to force an aging man to travel all over the country and entail upon him the toll of talkin; 1d talking ead talking, And that is just what Preal- dent Wilson has done to William Jen- nings Bryan.” $ Maybe q > 66] SEE," said the Head Polisher, “that Charl. F. Murpby says he will have nothing to do with naming a Democratic Postmaster,” “Well,” said the Laundry Man, “maybe he has inside information. Maybe he won't,’ ITH life fast leaving her as @ result of bullet wounds, a young woman bewaila the poison of tho evil tongue, ‘Thus the end of one life and W jthe near end of another are lald to the door of gossip. It also marks a tragedy that will cause sorrow and suffering to mapy other people, A man left this word: “People have made life unbearable by talking about us, and I am going to leave it all, People's talk is respon- sible for my deed.” A girl said: “I want to stop all this talk that is going on.” Before the tragedy she gave up her position in a store to try to stop the “talk,” but was unable to do so. When, oh, when, will the person not concerned quit prying into the affairs of others? When, oh, when, will there be such a ban put on baneful gossip that it will forever be crushed? If people had attended to thelr own business two ves might have been saved and’ made useful. Tho affair would probably have adjusted itself, since the young woman was willing to give up work and sacrifice her own feelings in order to make It so, But the evildoers continued thelr work and her effort was without avail, }hey continued to hound her and blacken her good name until her sen- When, oh, when, shall we make to be allowed to remain at home and play witb the children. e pa J How Do You Treat Gossip? By Sophie Irene Loeb —— Copyright, 1015, by the Prem Publishing Go, (The New York Brening World), Saturd wrright, 1018, ate ey it etng On, jew York Evening World.) — By Roy L. OULD you—ahem— let me have $2 this morn- ing, my deart, asked Mr, Jarr as he was de- parting for the duties 66 C of the day. "Two dollars!” cried Mrs. Jarr. “What do you do with all your money? You had $2 from me just the other day.” “I had to buy some tickets for one of the boss's wife’s charities," grum- bled Mr. Jars, “and I haven't car- fare.” ‘ “Carfare doesn't cost two dollars? remarked Mrs. Jarr, “and I'm ea- pecting some things C. 0. D. You had @ lot of money last week.” “T had to pay. my insurance, you remember,” explained Mr. Jarr. “You're very extravagant with your insurance; it never seems to be paid for,” remarked Mra. Jarr, "Yet you or she belongs, and where fbitter tongues will go unheeded? If it were possible to sum it all up, the largest per cent. of human sufferings would be traced to the malignant methods used by the creature who lives on gossip; who forgets to cleanse his own soul in attacking the purity of an- other. As a general thing, In many cases, punishment comes, even if late. ‘The evil word, like a bullet, cannot be recalled, but times without number It rebounds and bits the sender. Yet when it does not, there is one big remedy left to socjety against the gos- sip—a remedy that cannot fail. If every person would eliminate the gos- siper from his lat of acquaintances the gossiper would soon find he was wasting his deadly arrows on the des- ert air, and his atms would therefore be defeated, When one comes to you to whisper evil of another, remember that if this trait is in his makeup, to-morrow he may do the same thing with you as a victim, If you turn a deaf ear to him and decry his soul-killing wares, you help break the back of his traffic. This should not only be the desire but the duty of everybody who hopes for fair treatment for himself from his neighbors and from Ufe world at large. Break it up wherever you find it. Let the gossip realize he is working on fruitless ground. Make him under- stand that you see through him and show him how ignoble he is in your eyes. If each person would take this bit of responsibility in the protection of his brother-and-sister humans, the world would be a much better place to live in, and many an unnecessary sible spirit could not stand the strain. | pain would be prevented, A little of the old Chinese adage laws so that the idle gossiper will] goes along way: “See not, hear not, properly get bebind bara where ke| speak not, evil of anyone.’ The Jarr Family ay. December 1 1, By J.H. Cassel McCardell — Copyright, 1915, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Bening World), always fuss with me if I buy things on instalments,” “Well, with Insurance one has to die to win,” explained Mr. Jarr. “Oh, don't talk that way,” said Mrs, Jarr, “You'll outlive me, and after I am gone through economising to pay your insurance the second Mra, Jarr will laugh at me, But I tell you I don’t care if she spende all your money and isn’t economical like I have to be—if she abuses my children I'll come back and haunt you both!" Here Mrs. Jarr sobbed. “Good gracious!” cried Mr. Jarr. “You think I'd ever marry again after’—here he hesitated—"after bay- ing the best wife in the world?” “You men all say that,” protested Mrs, Jarr, “But I believe you'll marry before the year of mourning 1s out, Maybe you won't go into mourning for me. And that re- minds .me, you should have a new black sult. How could you go to @ funeral when you haven't a black sult?” “I don’t want to go to funerals,” sald Mr, Jarr, “You never want to go anywhere, even to funerals with me,” declared Mrs, Jarr, “and when you do you act so nervous that it spoils the day for me. I don't believe you'll go to my funeral unless you are compelled to,” “Let's talk of something serious,” remarked Mr. Jarr. “Aren't yoy go- ing to let me have $2, kiddo?” “If you mean me by that expression kiddo, I can only say kiddO hasn't $2." “Give me $2, Mr. Jarr. “I haven't any money left,” said Mrs, Jarr, “and I told you I'm ex- pecting some things C. O. D." “Haven't you a dime?” asked Mr. Jarr. know." Mrs. Jarr declared she had not a dime, and Mr. Jarr looked worried. “T hate to go in Gus’s place and panhandle him for a dime,” he de. clared, “Go to Mullor, the grocer, or Bep- ler, the butcher, somewhere where I trade,” suggested Mrs. Jarr, and then she added, “No, you better not; I haven't paid the butcher or the grocer this week, and they get very testy if you don't pay them promptly at this time of the year, because they say eo dearte,” interrupted many people do not pay thelr bills on! account of buying things for the holl- days. But that 1s no reason they should be testy with me; I am not to lame if other people de not pa), them “I have to have carfare, you | at REGR MADrATEROER The Woman of It - By Helen Rowland Copnelen, a th 9 . Pasting . pd Ne Tork Frening World), She Gives Some Christmas Advice to Bachelors. a got It!” erled the Widow as she shook the snow from her mufty ' | furs and put her small hands out toward the crackling fire, wih @ feminine purr of comfort, 2 “Got—what?" inquired the Bachelor, throwing down his overcoat em@ drawing up the two deep, cushtoned chairs, “The last present of the wae | fever, or the skating fad, or hypochondria, or’—— @ “The Christmas spirit!” broke in the Widow gaily. “It alway sooner or later, but this year I thought I wasn't going to catch It at all.” “Ah,” murmured the Bachelor, taking out a cigarette with a sigh of cone tentment, “What are the symptoms?” “Oh, that choky feeling that comes up into your throat,” explained the Widow, “and makes delicious little chills run up and down your shoulder blades whenever you glance in a toy shop window or see a rosy cheeked kiddy looking at a doll counter, or whenever you smell oranges and remem- ber the one they used to put In the toe of your stocking to make it look fat }on Christmas morning; or whenever you fancy you hear sleigh bella or se@ churches covered with snow and lit up at night. It's a sort of all-over em hilaration—like—like love or religion or patriotism, that just grips you and thrills right through you, and that you can no more escape than you can any. | other infection, It is the mystic, magic spell of the winter solstice that steals ” lise you and hypnotizes you, and makes you believe in Santa Claus and love, and fairies and witches, and happiness and—and all the other mythal™ i | “The Maddest, Saddest, Gloomiest Time!” | y eeaananaaaanaaaaaaoeaonammmemnnan iy" never comes to ME!" declared the Bachelor with a groan, 1s the hour of my discontent—the maddest, saddest, gloomiest time oe all the year!” . “Of course,” asseverated the Widow, pityingly. “You are nothing but @ poor, lone, unattached bachelor, with nothing but a closet full of dead loves and memories to keep you company.” "Don't you believe it!” exclaimed the Bachelor, bitterly. “I've got a more gruesome closet than Bluebeard ever dreamed of having! ‘'ve been going baie te Sneath ae closet where I keep my Christmas junk.” e low, « r | you fina?” clapping her hands delightedly. “And what dig { “Six moth-eaten smoking Jackets,” returged the Bachelor calmly, “seven | tnused crocheted mufflers, two dozen paper cutters, twenty untouched amoke ing seta, nine pairs of embroidered slippers (not one my size), fourteen pipeg |and not one that will draw, two rickety cellarettes, enough sofa cushions te fill an asylum—and drive me to one—forty-two brase ashtrays an} about four hundred necktie holders, handkerchief cases, shaving balls, suspender buckles, pn etal bil folders, girl calendars, pipe racks, Rubatyats, glove i } | “Stop! Stop!” cried the Widow, putting her hands over her cars, “Tt sounds like a department store advertisement labelled ‘What to Give a Man |for Christmas,’ But why in the world do you KEEP them all If you don’t want them?” “Oh, for—for sentimental reasons,” answered the Bachelor virtuously—s | “cues fa, there HAVE been sentimental reasons—for all of them. And, bee sides, what in the world would I do with them? No live MAN wants such things, and it seems cold-blooded to throw ‘em away. But I take a look at them every year just before Christmas, and.after that I shudder every time |e girl looks at me sweetly, I know just what's coming. She's going to sen@ me another ashtray, or emoking set—and I'm going to have to go out an@ hunt up something ‘appropriate’ for HER. I'm already tn for four watohe bracelets, two ostrich fans, seven vanity cases, two dozen orchids, four boxes. of American Beauties, ten pounds of candy and about two tons of violets? And that's not saying anything of the twenty-four fond, fervent and enthue @iastio letters of thanks I shall have to write the day after Christmas % over!” and the Bachelor groaned audibly as he it another cigarette, “Poor boy!" murmured the Widow sootringly. “You DO have to pay fog ft, don’t you?” ; A Heroio Remedy for a Mild Malady. i BR), bs for what?" inquired the Bachelor, i} ay “For being a bachelor,” explained the Widow. “Now, If you were MARRIED, don't you see that you would be IMMUNE from Christe mas gifts and sentiment and all that sort of thing!” “I never thought of THAT!” exclaimed the Bachelor, taking his clrarétte trom his mouth and gazing at the Widow in awed admiration. “Of course you didn’t!” returned the Widow. “But don’t you see that i@ Would settle the awful problem? All you'd have to do, If you were marriedy would be to write a nice, handsome check for your wife”—— Yes, yes! Go on!" urged the Bachelor, nd all you'd get in the way of presents yourself would be a nico re@ necktie, or a pair of candelabra, or a new rug for tne drawing room.” | __ “But,” protested the Bachelor feebly, “doesn't a married man—ian'the j expected to give his wife something which will SURPRISE her at Christe ane “Oh, as for that,” laughed the Widow with a wave of y b. 4 | might ‘surprise’ her by giving her a compliment, or a fonder ieee oF eraaee enthusiastic kiss, on Christmas morning. Marrtage settles a lot of probleme and supplies you with a whole set of brand new ones!” “Hear, bear!" grunted the Bachelor. “And as Shakespeare sald, "Bette suffer those ilis we have than fly to others t We know not of! the JUNK!" The “Oldest” Christmas Custom ERHAPS the very oldest of all amid the strewn branches of mt La , te On with Christmas customs is that of | multitud We must not for, th decorating our houses, churches | ang “lovel ‘Bet the welcome ¥ mistletoe an and our streets with evergreens. At|deed Christmas without ‘them’ woud the very dawn of history began the hot, with us, seam quite complete. worship of the trees, or forest wor- istletoe was for ages regarded ap sacred bj ship, and the groves were man's first | Druids and een suena ite temples, gemat mystery and sentiment, little All our instincts, our passion about | Understood by usy nature are forest memorie, for for| 1,788, muphomed to pow healing cor est worship was universal, evil spirits. The roverenge "asia te In later times to each god some tree| thia little parasite seems to have was dedicated: Apollo bad the laurel, | been restricted to it, only, when Jupiter the oak, and Greece for ages| was found growing on the gnored had its sacred groves, trees tp the Druids’ 8, The forest wershippers could not| Once every year the Druld hij worship without giving, because to|priest out it with a golden slo! worship 1s to give, and these boughs | blessed it and distributed the spra: and garlands were the oldest gifts of |among the people, praying aloud th man, Before he had learned to shape each one who received tt might ree offerings of his own rude skill he|ceive divine blessin, could bring to the sacred trees and|was the symbol. haa je hang up on them the first flowers and/the sprays, greenery of spring and the perfect fruits of autumn, ‘These gifts, remember, were never, as with us, decorations; they were sacrifices, The Romané, with a fine eye for beauty, used to garland their temples and homes and gathering places and even the big Coliseum with boughs of green and ropes of flowers, This particular custom was received by the Christians with a special sort of approval, recalling as it did, the fact that our Lord entered Jerusalem the people hung them above the doors to propl gode Cusine She year. rite uid the @ only remaining algnifican tached to-day to the tulstletoe ie i {dea that if a majden is not ki under It on Christmas day she go unwed throughout the year. 'T idea goes so far back Into the P| that one cannot trace it. It is because the mistletoe ts and not easy to get that we fow and brought forward the holly, whidh though lovely, 1s used ONLY at @ substitute for the mistletoe, Jungle Tales for Children. 66T\AD. you haven't told mo a|and they were chased one day bd; I ) story for a long time,” said| white men. They ran and ran br] Jimmy Monkey to his father|ran. In those days every ‘ran’ meant “you call me ‘Dad’ another time|® hundred miles, so when they ‘mam ie and ran and ran’ they went 800 m! and I'll never read to you again,” re-| and all the time the white men we plied his father, chasing them, Finally they eame “Father, dear,” began Jimmy once|the top of a high cliff, a steep ‘alk more, “I should be extremely obliged | and”—— if you would tell me an exciting} “Did the white men kill thom? ate. ,” said his father slowly, “One “Well,” began Jimmy's fagher, “a|of the Indians had a piece of long time ago, even before moon | and with that they made a lather crawled down the lather,” “Oh!” exclaimed Jimmy, was made of buttermilk instead of green cheese, there lived two Indians because the holidays are near at hand.” 4 “But you haven't paid them on that account,” remarked Mr, Jarr, “You mind your own affairs and I will attend to mine,” suggested Mrs, Jarr crisply. “But how wil I get downtown?” asked Mr, Jarr, “I have to go down to my work, you know, If I am not in the trenches every day in the week, | how can I face the cashier on Satur- “If you give me the wherewithal te get down to the office to borrow it will,” sald Mr, Jarr, “Well, here's two dollars,” sald Mra, Jarr, “Now give me a dollar and ninety cents change before you leave this house.” Uttering a despairing shriek, Mx Jarr rushed out without taking the proffered money, Mra, Jarr went to the window and looked after him, day?" "Lt wonder what mdkes him get = “Couldn't you borrow carfare at tho cited over every little thing!” office?” asked Mrs, Jarry mused, -