The evening world. Newspaper, December 17, 1915, Page 22

ners ommrmererermnsene ere meaner earmeenersceerenernairesrany ne NRT | The Eveni ng ESTABLISHHD BY JOSEPH PULITZER, : i Pebtiened Daily Except Bunday by the Press Publishing Company, Nos, 63 to lark Row, New York. Osler. PULITZPR, President, 63 Park Row, | ANGUS. park Ri Josie H SHAW, Treagurer, at the Posl-Office at Now York ans Second-Clans Matter. tes to Th PULITZER, Jr, Secretary, 6 ¢ Hvening| For Pngland and the Cont (World for the United States Canada, 0" One Tear, and Sees: oe 80: One Month. WOLUME 56.........ccccceeeeeeeeeeseeeeeeeees NO, 19,841 AN IMPOSITION, AS THE EVENING WORLD CONTENDED. AXPAYERS in this city can now see from the State Comp- troller’s own figures how they have been bled by the mistakes of the finance bunglers at Albany. The $6,000,000 direct State tax predicted by Gov. Whitman for wext year will not be needed. This Oomptroller Travis’s statement establishes. But it shows far more: The $20,000,000 direct tax which Gov. Whitman urged upon the Plate was aloo unnecessary. The $14,000,000 levy laid upon this city en its share of the tax was uncalled for and unjust. The Evening World fought theee impositions from the etart. It @emonstrated in detail that approprietions upon which the tax was based were reckless waste of money, thet estimated shrinkages in State gevenues were moonshine. Finally it showed, by analyzing the official that on Sept. 30, 1916, the State should have on hand « eur- at the lowest equal to the amount of the supposedly indispensable tex. Comptroller Travie now admits that “there Will be available « eedh eurplus at the beginning of thet fiscal year (Sept. 30, 1916) of probably $11,208,709.79,” allowing, be it noted, $15,000,000 for special Geficiency bille—of which, the Chairman of the Assembly Ways and Means Committee assured the people of the State last April, there ‘will be none necessary in 1916. From first to last thie bears out the contention of The Evening World: No direct tax was needed. What has Mr. Whitman to say now about the $20,000,000 load he helped to put upon the taxpayers of the State? Does he think this city will forget the 814,000,000 burden which Manust bear because he couldn’t get his figures straight? By its own books his administration has shown itself to be + \emddle of financial weakness and incompetence. \ nt and All Countries tn the International Postal Union. \ en Unofficial excerpts from the reply due from the Austro Hungarian Government resemble the statement of the Austrian Admiralty in that they seem to contemplate the possibility of a cM cid lengthy point-by-point discussion of the Ancona cane. ‘We know of but one point: Are innocent and defenseless travellers on merchant ships to be murdered by submarines under Austrian auspices? If Vienna doubted whether such a question can be answered, ‘Vienna should have consulted Berlin. Only we would politely suggest that our patience is consideratly more fraszied than formerly. eS “LET THE END TRY THE MAN.” 'T I8 no disparagement of « distinguished General and a brave man to assert that the retirement of Field Marshal Sir John ™ French from the chief command of the British forces in the west strengthens the allies. Careful historians will later approach from all angles the fiasco at Loos, the failure of Neuve Chapelle, the lack of ammunition, the alleged weaknesses of staff, the mishandling of reserves. Out of it all | Sir John will get his due, and the handicaps against which he has hed to contend will have their proper emphasis. At present war is on. There is no time for nice balancing of whys and wherefores. “Men are able because they seem to be able.” “The result proves the action.” So the Romans held. The relations of peoples and their generals in the field have not changed much. In proportion to what was expected of it, the English army in France and Belgium has been the great disappointment of the war. Byplanations offered have only partially satisfied the British public. Prolonged inaction finally turns to stagnation. In response to ceaseless proddings, Britons at home have poured men, money and munitions into the etruggle. Their efforte now reach thelr height. Is it any wonder that they begin to ask for results and to look for a leader whose faculties are undulled by past discouragements ? World Daily Magazine, Frid pre 7 re ar r y. December 17, “Speaking” For It. an Dy J.H. Cassel Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune DODONANNDAOOAOCSNNNNAVNONNNNHNOO | Copyright, 1915, ty the Pres Publishing Co, ,(The New York Evening World), NO. 86.—DR. HEIDEGGER’S EXPERIMENT. By Nathantel Hawthorne. R. HEIDEGGER was very, very old and very, very wise, Ho ha@ four friends as old as himself, but by no means as wise, And these four he summoned to his house one day, telling them the affair was of tremendous importance, All four responded to the summons, and were duly ushered into the study where Dr. Heldegger gravely weloomed them. They were Col, Killigrew, a dissofite wreck, who was tottering on the | edge of the gravo; Medbourne, a crippled old failure; Gascoigne, a ruined doddering ex-politiclan, and the Widow Wycherly, who had been a gay if not decorous beauty a half century earlter. ‘They were a sorry sight, this quartet of human ruins, Dr. Heidegger pointed to a great jar of water on his study table, He told them that one of his friends had discovered, in Florida, Ponce de Leon's fabled Fountain of Youth, and had sent him this water from Taking a faded rose from his wallet, the doctor explained: “Thie withered flower blossomed fifty years ago. Bee!” He laid the dead rose in the jar, Presently its brown petals began t» turn pink In a few minutes it wae fresh and fragrant, Next Heidegger produced four glasses, “All of you,” he said, “are welcome to as ‘The Peomain { of this fluid as may restore to you the bloom ot eof Youth. youth. For my own part, having had much trouble ammmmnnnnnrrrr®> in growing olf, I am in no hurry to grow young again, I will merely watch the experiment.” He filled the four glasses, The doddering old guests gathered around the table, agog with senile eagerness. Heidegger held up a warning hand, “Before you drink,” he urged, ‘it would be well, with the experiences off @ Nfetime to direct you, to draw up rules for your guidance in passing @ second time through the perils of youth. With your peculiar advantages You should become patterns of virtue and wisdom to all young people.” The others broke into a chorus of scornful laughter and clamored treme tlously to be allowed to taste the waters of youth. “Drink, then,” sighed the doctor, “I rejoice that I have so well selected the subjects of my experiment.” ‘They drank greedily, avidly, ewigging glass after glass of the iaqutd. And as they drank they grew young. Feebleness, wrinkles, weariness, fell away from them, to be replaced by glowing youth, The four stared at one another in amaze, They were no longer three | @ged men and a withered crone, They were three handsome young fellowd and a dashingly beautiful girl, |. _Dr. Heldogger sat back, eyes half shut, watching the miracle. A bute |terfly that had crawled into the house to die at summer's end tasted a drop |of water that had fallen from one of the glasses and grew strong agning | eireling happily around the room and Hehting on the doctor's #llvery head, Meanwhile, revelling in their new-found youth, the three rejuvenated men were making violent love to the Widow herly, She flirted gayly, | “Doctor, get up and dance with me!” she invited, and the four young people broke into a roar of derision at thourht of what a ridiculous figure the poor old doctor would cut dancing. | __ The men began to quarrel with each other for the widow's smiles, | A romp grew into a fight. The prectous jar of water was overturned in the scramble and {ts priceless contents sank unheeded into the floor, Dn Heldegver at last broke in on tho orgy by exclatmini | “My rose! It appenrs to be fading again!” The flower was indeed withering. The butterfly dropped dead to the ground, The four gueats blinked doubtingly at one another, Into thel® _ , cared faces old age was once more creeping, haar ener aaa And the jar of w and lost! Ite i virtues were only transient, The doctor had omitted 3 to explain that to them ONO OAD “Yes, friends,” 1 Hetdegger, sadly, “you are old again. And the Water of Youth is all ished upon the ground, I be« moan it not. For if the Fountain gushed at my very doorstep I would not stoop to bathe my lips in it. No, though the delirium were for years instead, of moments. Such is the lesson you have taught me.” By Bide LLABELLE MAB LITTLE, the noted poetess of Delhi, has an original plan for remembering ber friends at Christmas time. One value of it lies in the fact that it does not call for the expenditure of @ single cent for presents. Postage ia all she'll have to pay. Her plan is to write a poem for each of her friends —a different poem for each one, of course. Could anything be more ac ceptable as a Christmas gift than an original rhyme from the pen of Ella belle Mae Doolittle? Already Misa Doolittle has begun preparing the poems. We are enable: to print several of them here, sinc she has sent them to us, with the suggestion that we let all poets see whet she is doing and thus demon- strate to them how to save money en Suffocating the poor of Venice by means of gas bombs @ropped from aeroplanes into crowded quarters of the city is no doubt also war—with ite Teutonic embellishments. Hits From Sharp Wits who never tried it will whistle when he tights his last match. Rat honesty ts the best policy. ;—~Toledo Blade, ca ig val oe How much easter ft te debtors than credit teachings of © News, perience are ¢ffective until some other expe- Fence comes along and upests them. robably ts no fool ike an ef nn, aby the single exception of | #des, 4s @ rule. a young eel--Coens Btate. ee, Na cane oa a) never thinks of itting his shoulder Why is {t that as goon as @ man|{o the wheel Deseret ‘News. 3 does something that is really worth his friends imagine he is hungry needs a banquet? ee There is a time to be merry, but only an absent-minded man will around on your seat in @ street car and find the fellow who is pushing his knees {nto your back is @ personal friend.—Nashville Banner, Would Tax Land Val B @e Wiitor of The Brening World In reply to the arguments advocat- ing @ direct income tax on gross in- of corporations doing business fm New York City, permit me to sug- ‘what see method of start, He boasts he can le to the Court and fool all who try to help me. He boasts of turning our oldest cbtld against me, and says I am wasting time tn trying to bring the others up rightly, Then when I try to get free from him he says to the Court: “I support her and my chil- dren.” If he fails to know every step I take during the day and all I aa: he files in @ rage and finds fault with his meals. He calls me @ lunatio be- cause eome few veers ago } could ao longer stand bis abuse and tried to end it all. Then, for my little chil- dren's sake, I wanted to get over that feeling and went to a sanitartum where I could Fd built up, as I wasa nervous and physical wreck, Read- ers, hag a man the right to treat bis taxation: reader can advise me? for more than @ score ake a kind and respect- When it is considered that Miss Doo- Uttle is giving the idea away to her fellow bards, absolutely free of cost, one may readily realize why this gen- erous girl is #0 thoroughly idolized by the people of Delhi. In taking up the Idea, Miss Doo- Uttle firet thought of Sebastia Tuley, @ maiden lady. Miss Tuley has never said a word about a desire to get married, but Miss Doolittle's keen in- tuition hes told her that a beau would be @ real delight for a friend. Here's the poem she wrote for the maiden Another Christmas poem Miss Doo Mttle has written 1s addressed to George Weeks, proprietor of the dry goods store where she trades, In this rhyme the poetess lets the merchant know that she has been an excellent customer of his and is, therefore, en- titled to offer him her best wishes for ‘a pleasant holiday season, The rhyme follows: 4 n L eke te pa CAG he Ge nye yess SS of wer ee. My father ‘couple ot nack.tiee, ‘weapon Dring 200 its biewing. “fot loves are Numioe Trees” Sees, frites Seem Vesa Pes tei. Dudley. Copyright, 1015, by the Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), DOO- | Doolittie, father of the poetess, once contracted a cold while sloshing about in the rain one night trying to locate the side of the house that had the door in it, and he ran up a bill of $9 with the physician, This account was never paid, because Mies Doo- ttle figured that some day she would be able to do the doctor @ favor by writing him @ rhyme to read to a patient, or something Uke that. The poetess has red Dr, i Christmas gitt Here it fer) e*® sass ‘twould be a nice d"not mention sich @ hristmas, di 0 yOu, May you be as hapry as @ king!’ T hope sou ant « lot of Several to have operat: We, tipet, father's sccmunt 48 0, joke, He'd stopped at several liquid stations, Merry Christmas Dr, Bings! ‘ery, blue, Bot end father a recetpted bill; T ahall be provoked if you do, Miss Doolittle 4# to write twenty- one of these gift rhymes, Bhe says she hopes no one will send her any- patients, soma, —By Roy L. Copyright, 101 ‘6 HEN do you get your new W dress?” asked Mra. Rangle. If you do not believe that women discuss nothing else but clothes just listen to them anywhere, on the cars, in the homes, on the streets. “It will be finished to-morrow,” re- plied Mrs. Jarr. “I had another fit- ting day before yesterday, to make sure, Because, you know how they are, those dressmakers! [t's hard enough to get a dress from them by the time they promise, and you never do get it at the time they promise, either, unless, of course, It is for a wedding or funeral, and even then they disappoint you unless it is YOUR wedding or YOUR funeral, for, thank goodness, even dressmakers are human; and, as 1 was saying’—— here Mrs. Jarr stopped to gulp down @ little brea@h, but hurried away at it again, quickly, for fear Mrs, Rangle might interrupt her—‘‘as I thing for Christmas, as she kni old Santa Claus is poor this year, tember, when they first put the swell skating togs into the win- dows of department stores, my mouth’s been watering for one of those stunning and utterly useless wot-ups, So you can tmagine my delight when the director told me last week that be had chartered the lake in the park for a skating scene for the third reel of “Fires of Love on Ice!" “Now,” he says, “this {s going to ne an innovation, I'm going to have an exhibition of fancy skating fret vnd then weave in tbe thread of the story, Here's your chance to look like the spirit of @ snowflake, Mollie, because in the big scene where you meet Claude face to face on the ice, after a year’s separation, you're go- ing to float right into his arms and we're going to get a close-up of that float—see?” So I trot down to a specialty shop and assassinate eighty-five golden buoks on a white kid, beaver trimmed skating suit that makes me look like Ingrid, the Snow Queen's little step- child, I can skate all right. There used to be an empty lot next to where I lived when I was a kid and ice skating’s one of those things you never forget, like swimming and riding a bike, while the others were tuning up, I gave a little exhibition all my own. All the women, except one, were green with envy, That one was Lucille de Harty, the wife so ix. Lewes ylineg 2 Dr. Horatio Bings of Delhi ts the Doce Gunhiy phoedian Paix ¥, weere ter new ingenue, Ingenue! Well, I wouldn't case ‘#® bang since ‘she Kissed thirty-five good-bye. But she hein go fax over her was saying, I had a last fitting day before yesterday, bec: you know Mollie of the Movies By Alma Woodward | Oovrright, 1918, by the Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), VER since the hot spell last Sep-| that it hides all the crowsteet and hollows and what she lacks in yout she makes up in kitteniahness, oUt? To be terribly tngenuish Lucille started @ little sliding pond, just out- side the ten-foot Mine. She'd come down the pond shrieking like a tug siren, her ourls all bobbing, and man- age to bump Into one of the men #0 he'd have to catch her, We'll, I didn’t pay any attention to her until {t came time for my bist scene where Claude and I come face to face. We'd rehearsed tt ten times to get ft right and the director said we were ready to take the picture. Even though I do say tt, I looked like 4 faghton fete in that white kid outfit with my high, white boots and every- thing. And when you know you look well you can act 80 much better. So we etarted. It was going fine, when all of @ sudden Lucille comes silding down her pond, can't stop her. If, scoots over the ten-foot line bang to Claude and me, catches her feet in our skates and the three kerfiop! Well, the ice wasn't any ¢ |in the'firet place! I heard the igs ing man splashing around for syno- nyms of “Oh mercy!” as he went down for the second time. And when they pulled me out! Y, that tee water hadn't do: thing to the white kid uniform” A plaster of paris mold couldn't have been @ snugger fit and every time I tried to move, the blooming thing would split some place, So they had to lay me on the bank and roll me in automobile robes. And after they id-creamed that elghty- five dollar garment off me, at home, there wasn't a big enough piece left to make a patr of kid gloves for a iis posleny fw (at's what you ce eae The Jarr Family . by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), | —— The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drumniond McCardell Copyright CHAPTER XXX. JRING this period of enforced 1018, by the Pres Publishing Co, how they are about alt mn reer ¢ It's hard enough to get the dress from them, and go it's better to make sure ‘ations; The New York Evening World), “Don't! Don't do that!" he sal husky with feeling. 2 that it does fit than to be so anxious Fest and idleness I thought /« slg Hate weenie he gee | to get It that it comes to you too full much of my project. Once I| have lost control of myself since thig across the back, or somethi: lke remarked to Haskall, trying td hide illness commenced.” that!” ? ead my interest by speaking carelessly: | me haa aoe not be alone, eucty ! é a gloomy day," he replied, “tte “Well, you are very lucky to wet never harmed my salty Mat E MAG coun to give a well’ person the your dress on time,” said Mrs. “Well, isn't it true?” he interrupted. | He was surprise I. e prised Rangle, “I just simply cannot get a “Yoo. I suppose it ts, What if I 4 eate 5 oe that Haskall had been going to office as usual for several days. He had expected to find him at home, “He really ia not himself nada to should try to earn it now—when [ am stronger? You know many soci- ety women are in trade nowadays.” “[ won't listen to such talk,” Has- kall again interrupted, dressmaker to keep her promise me,”" “Tt isn't because they are eo busy,” said Mrs, Jarre. ‘They tell you they nothing more. Just speaking of it, | added, are busy whether they are or not. however, had made me more deter-| “Yes, we are regular beasts But the trouble with them is that mined, more eager. That I must be| we are ill, all of us. We can't att inaction. May I stay with you they lay aside an old customers work 9° inactive galled me beyond expres- a li ion, while, or as he ie not at hom to take up the work of a new cus- Everything In life has compensa-|you prefer me to nor" i asked, and knew he waa thinkin~ of the tomer, The longer you have a dress- | tions, maker and the better you treat her Mine sare one stormy afternoon when I told him thet Haskall the more apt she is to treat you that When I was frettting over my inability | forbidden me to receive any calle, {to accomplish what I desired. Lying| “Oh, do stay,” I bet i way. Mrs. Stryver saya she thinks it Hankel we. on cee “Tm ware jon the couch in the ibrary, dream- would be better to go to « new dress- | ing of the different life | should make| My heart was Iizhter than it be@ been for weeks as he sat beside maker every time, because they are’ for myself, a life of work and useful- nese, I must have fallen into @ doze, | telling mo such bits of gossl #0 anxious to get and keep your trade thought might interest me. oe ane as Thad not heard the bell, that they will give you @ reasonable “'s, jying on the couch alone, weak, tertaining he was, 1 thought, how strong and handsome, price and always have your dress! palt sick, Eric Lucknow found me. tone at de tine thar team? He had called up many times to| “Is that you, Haskall?™ I called a@ “But how did you get your dress on inquire for Haskall during his 1- Lea ya wap ia the hall, “Come time? That was whet I was soins | the house. But I had not seen him, i z to ask,” remarked Mre, Rangle. and he had no knowledge of my col-|tion, but went with a heavy step directly to hig room. ° glad that I had not mentioned thet Erio was calling. dinner time. When I told him that Eric Lucknow was with me when him for that reason, he made no coms ment. There must be something very told him, “but he will not rer and I gald/home, Men are like that, I ue didn't you tell me—send know I wanted the dress to go © | for me? he asked. Mrs, Stryver’s affair the firet week of Here at least was one man who dreas- (appreciated me, who thought me tha, Now Year So T told my Adress. worth while. ‘This knowledge waa « maker it was for.6 week sg {balm to my wounded pride, my lonely that's how I got it on time.” |woul. I thought of the day in Has- “Told her the affair was for a week | kall's office when he had taken my! ago?” repeated Mrs, Rangle. |part, when he had told Haskall he | ness, and once or twice had called at He paid no attention to my invites “ ” “ lapse from nursing my husband, . “Well, really,” said Mrs. Jarr, “you ‘PRY I _was terribly embarrassed, Haskall remained upstairs unt he came home, and that I had called to ” pera was not treating me as a husband /serious on his mind when he wi “Yes,” eaid Mrs. Jerr. “It'e the wmowd, and in my weakness tears’ ignora what U did in that MMe only way to do. And then she told came to my eyes. (To Bo Continued.) me she couldn't possibly finish it until he first of this week, and #o I get z ! ieee * Dollars and Sense ow w« ByH.-J. Barrett “But, while {t will be in good time, NERALLY re- speaking,” initials of the yet the dressmaker thinks it's too Ore marked @ travelling sales: | Hitced with other tags accumulating late," said Mrs. Rangle, man who serves ae a sort of | Wurine » of the day'a baste “What do I care what she thinks?” | travelling encyclopedia for his trade, | fork No. lsht out to’ replace replied Mra, Jarr, “I get it in time, “the more a merchant can simplify 4 and that's all I care, As it 1s, I will and condense his records, the less s tho bookkeeper res # accruing fro lot it go back, when it comes, because |his overhead expense. vious day's business, He ieee there is twenty dollars due on tt and| “Suppose a shipm 3 them or comes I don't see how in the world I am Ptchforks arrives, the ¢ sh re ” tached a heavy ca to the filing clert to, pay tor i | tags are then numb he fulng clerte “How much did it cost?” asked Mrs, from one to twelve. And upon ‘tea them te aegis Rangle tag is entered in cipher the dat ft] under 4 indicating the articla_ “pighty-five dollars. But don’t tell purchase, Cost of silos prices on dis 1 0 | play and the balance kept in reserv« Hero you have tho entire bust Mr, Rangle. He may tell Mr. Jarr, |" ‘Suppose a customer orders a pitch: | of the store condensed into these tage and you know how the men are, They |fork. "Upon receiving Numivor 22, ho | Prom tien : to tho at a woman to get a dress for sisns his name to th: ; ista required amount received is entered; als 4 perpetual inve, Ran, = i Halysis will serve to show Nees a bed ate promiend he woulds't day ahead of time, and Mra, Jarr urnover of various articles. It breathe Ht to « soul, but hurried home | tieq nor husband for $20 to pay the | hws A mailing ist of customers, to tell Mr, Rangle fons it Jet ley balance due. urticla will last enabl a the ueesnent oduld get @ dress that cost $200 she | iiow much did it cost all to-|!0A ‘t a repurchase at tho pene did not see why she could id ust one miei re ca i 0 ak the pay for $75, That's all she aske ; 1 fibbed Mrs. duces clerical labor “Only forty dollar minimum and ye , * (She had twenty planted.) wachineantia; ininimum and yet it preserve aah tor 5 As for Mr. Jarr, for some strange’ But at that Mr, Jagr paved violently | information can, be ye & nesaom the Grose comme thet nibh & fs eo \