The evening world. Newspaper, December 18, 1915, Page 12

-ening World Daily Magazine, “Horse Sense Saturday, 1915 December 18, The Woman of It By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1915, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New Kork Brening World). She Says That Life Is Like a Christmas Tree. HERE!” cried the Widow, clapping her hands delightedly and gozing up with starry eyes at the glittering tree as the Bachelor fastened on the last tinsel bauble and stood back to admire his handiwork. “Isn't it simply DAZZLING!" “Dazzling!” agreed the Bachelor. “But what ia it all FOR?" ‘or me! For you! For—instance!” retorted the Widow airily. “Isn't |that just Hke a man! Why does everything in the world have to be of USD | anyway?” she demanded. “Why does there have to be a reason for every«” | thing? The Christmas tree is just a eymbo “Oh!" gcoffed the Bachelor, “A symbol of folly, or paranota, or’—= “A symbol of Eternal YOUTH and of its thousands and thousands of glittering dreams and illusions, Mr. Weatherby!” broke in the Widow with a dramatic gesture that sent a tiny sliver glass ball crashing at the Bachelor's ” SHAW, re Row. ITZER, Jr, Secretary, 63 Park Row. hy kK See hi and the Conti for the United States All Countries in the International end Canada $2.80 Postal Union, 4 oe Ets NO TIME FOR INDULGENCE. ‘ TIONS, said to emanate from German sources, are to the , { effect that the Austrian Government, in order to maintain its OF ' prestige in the eyes of its own people, must bluster before it vis ' bleat. } There is no denying this accords with our recent experience in | ALDERMAN: extracting satisfactory answers from Teutonic ministers of etate. | H “To have bowed down to Washington in the reply it has just de-) i ’ { One Year... One Month. NO. 19,842 BOARD " he remarked cynically glancing at the fragments, "Hollow o lvered,” so a German official is reported to have said, “would have raised a storm of protest in Austria. Austria, having maintained her} position in « dignified manner in her reply, can now gracefully yield| 7 te America in a eubsequent note.” | No doubt. We can imagine circumstances under which Uncle * Sam might humor well-meaning dynasties by helping them to keep up , appearances at home. | ¥ In the present case, however, something more is at stake. The lives of American travellers, the safety of non-combatants on merchant vessels must again be defended from the most murderous acts that medern nations have ever dared to commit under cover of war. Pro- __ tection must be prompt, effective, complete. < Under these circumstances this nation cannot wait to smooth out! =, the difficulties of foreign ministries or aid governments to conce the consequences of their crimes. ef War Has Cost Europe $38,800,000,000 So Far.—Headline. Tacky some who will have to help pay it won't know ft til! after they're born. | 4 AAA AAA AAA AAR ARRRAER ORR DERADOODODDDODODS ‘ | $ Glass Baubles and Glass Hearts. $ reel OR On OCC SS Santee man who hag never HAD them, just as f pity the child who has never had @ Christmas tree, or the woman who has never had & jlove affair!” | “Yea, dear Lady,” assented the Bachelor, “But you and T are no longer children. And besides in that eilver tulle thing you have on YOU are | Christmas tree enough for—for ANY man's dreams and {llusions"—— “MR. Weatherby!” intetrupted the Widow coldly. “I shall always have ® Christmas tree so long as there remains one epark of youth and en- | thustasm, and hope, and imagination in my heart! Christmas without snow and a tree would be like girlhood without a sweetheart or an opera without a chorus or a dance without @ partner. Of what use ARH all the nicest jand most fascinating things in this world anyway—toys, fairy tales, romano, art, muste, flowers, chiffons, flirtations, wine, kisses, FAME”— “And women?" interpolated the Bachelor sotto voce. “And yet those are the things that we pine, and long, and yearn, an@ ra for moat!” declared the Widows “Did you ever think how much life lke a Christmas tree?” she added, gazing pensively at the symbol, “We ok at it at first and it dazzles us with {ts thousands and thousands of fascinating possibilities. We feel that the moment we grow big and tall enough we will only have to reach up and grasp anything we want, and |{t_ will be ours for the taking—fame, money, love, happiness. And then, | when we DO grow big enough, Fate comes along and saya, ‘There! Tak | What you want, but you can have only ONE thing. Make your CHOICE!’ “And whatever wa choose,” sighed the Bachelor, “we always find it hollow and breakable and wish we had chosen something else.” Yes.” agreed the Widow, “And then we go running back to Fate and the Christmas tree and try to exchange it. If we choose Fame wo wish we had taken love, or home, or happiness, or wealth, Or maybe we choose Love and then when the glamour has worn off find it just like the empty bauble that dropped at your feet. Or, perhaps we choose a hushand"— | “And then go running back to ask Fate to hang him on a hickory limb and give you another husband!" put in the Bachelor grimly. eee $ “A Doll, a Career, or—a Husband!” 3 o) AAARAARDRDOPARDRDPDRPODPDLDDPDDDDDDDDDD DAN ee ONSENS exclaimed the Widow. “It's the little boys who always choose the brightest, fanciest and most pe’ ‘6 ELL, what if they are?” laughed the Widow lightly. “I pity the “W aS PN berate : ns THE ALDERMEN WILL ACT. HE EVENING WORLD'S proposal that cruelty and neglect, which add to the sufferings of thousands of work horses when- ever the pavements are ice-coverod, be stopped by an ordinance ©* requiring all horses in the city to be caulk-shod during the winter . months, has met with prompt approval and support. Alderman Dowling, majority leader of the Board, declares The able things—the most frivolous women and the most foolish to “, Evening World’s ordinance in the interest of humanity “should receive » the support of every Alderman.’* Alderman Henry H. Curran, minor- "ity leader, says: “I shall support the ordinance and speak for it.” Al- * derman Alexander S. Drescher of Brooklyn calls “heartless” any man who is not “filled with indignation over the plight of the average horse , on days like these.” A poor, winded animal, straining and slipping in the effort to ‘@tag « heavy load over an icy surface upon which smooth shoes give him no foothold, is a sight as painful as it is frequent. Nine times out \ of ten the horse in the end comes heavily to the ground and, if he .. escapes breaking a leg, is cut and bruised in his efforts to get up. The chance of all this is minimized if the horse is shod with sharp +» caulks. Devices of the sort are plentiful and cheap. Every owner "© ean thus protect his horses. The Evening World proposes to make it the law that he shall. , —_— + —_ If good wishes were aeroplanes Washington would see no stars to-night. ————_-4 JOBS FOR MOST THIS WINTER. DOLLAR AND A HALF A DAY is not enough to keep an aver- age family on a plane of decent living in New York. The Charity Organization Society reaches this conclusion © in its annual report, and adds: “Health, education, morals, one or all, are almost certain to break undersuch a wage. Sooner or later sick- ‘ness, malnutrition, low vitality or bad housing bring the family to * vharity for help.” The minimum living wage: Sociologists, industrial commissions and various other experts are forever seeking to fix it. Yet it still * eludes them. Experienced employers of labor protest they cannot be sure of it. Labor hesitates to commit itself. Set a lowest wage upon which families can properly live and thrive in city or country and straightway from somewhere press forward thousands upon thousands . eager to prove it can be done for less, However, the society has chosen a good season to criticise what it calls the “apparently accepted minimum wage in thia city.” From its own report we learn that whereas last February 38 per cent. of the families under its care had members out of work, early this fall the number had fallen to 12 per cent, The winter may not see the actual labor famine which is in some quarters predicted. But it is many a Christmastide since New York haa felt more hopeful that there will be work and wages enough to go rege Hits From Sharp Wits Now and then Conscience whispers: ; And then there 1s some charity “Just wait till I get you alone to- | which ts largely for show and !s rare- night!"—Toledo Blade. ly to be found at home.—Albany ee journal. * & man never feels exactly oom- eo 2 2 fortable when his wife picks long| Man is @ strange animal, To-day \ hairs off his coat, even though he/he has vague ideas about becoming knowe they originally belonged to her, | creat. To-morrow he will worry ‘ —Macon News. about holding his Job, oT af So Wa OT claiming that we can lick Mike Gibbons or anything like that, we nevertheless have wrought some frightful havoc in our time on folks who recklessly tried to read aloud to us their “first short story” which they had “just dashed off in idle moments.” It bas got to be a pretty nifty “boudoir cap" that can kid a man into forgetting the frumpy, disheveiled hair underneath it, “How Can TI keep My Husband?” ‘The cagiest and most successful way we know anything about is to make It appear as if you're not trying to keep him. Our idea of a fob utterly destiiute of jocundity is helping her put the curtains up, There isn't much difference between a boy and a man. A boy will take great care of bis Santa Claus Noah's Ar until some time in the afternoon of December the twenty-sixth, Re- cently we toted a new gold watch in ite cute little ehaimols bag for nearly three days It's wonderful how tittivated and abbloviated a woman of fifty can be when she's telling about how some horrid good-looking —son-of-a-gun tried to flirt with her down tho strevt Just now, A Swiss jeweller has made a filigree finger riug smail enough to be passed through the eye of a tine needle, It is understood that it will be used as 4 crown by one of the Balkan Kings, All of us expect her to call us a rute” some time or another, id we're rarely disappointed, But’ how caloric around the collar-bone it does make us when she craftily shifts the cut and calls us « “bully.” You never know until you try It what a thundering hard job it ts to take an impersonal view of yourself, ‘There's something remarkable about the unanimity with which the mem- vers of our family when they see group picture of a bunch of “so- By gs t he W |. 1018, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), ning back to the Frehange Departm that when they have made a choice —and are forever run- But little girls ave taught to fesi y must stick to it, whether it is a | doll, or a career, or a husband, THAT'S why men stay young so much \longer than women! Nobody is OLD so long as he can look on life as a | Christmas tree and believe that there is still some glittering possibility |hanging there for him. And most men DO keep up that flusion, about themselves, much, much longer than women! And when they have taken ALL the baubles off the tree, they still have the moss at the foot and the star at the top—Work and Hope!" severely. orld but this here picter makes a hit with me," sald he as he signed his namo to the check. And the $55,000 was only cigarette change to him Twenty-three years ago we picked Brand Whitlock for a comer. It was in 1892. We were a cub on the Chi- cago Intor-Ocean, and Brand, then a cub himself, worked for another Chi- cago paper, There was a convincing, impressive youthful dignity about him. He looked the part, wrote the Part, acted the part and WAS the Part. And here he's done come like the Regular People he was born to by After a certain type of man has ceased to care for a woman he takes 4 great amount of amug credit unto Limself for being “kind” to her, iH By Sophie li Consright Two Christmas Gifts. NCE upon a time there was & woman. She was a wom- 1915, by the Press Publish) an of modest means—that her income was small and many times she had to skimp to make enda meet. The woman was ambitious, anxious to climb in @ soclal way; but her limited means vetarded her progress. Now it came to pass that in her at- tempts at social climbing Mrs, Climb- er met @ woman whose husband had made considerable money. These peo- plo Uved in a fine neighborhood up- town, ‘The rich woman liked Mrs. | Climber and many a time invited hor to tho “house uptown.” Mrs. Climber | would come back and tell her ighe hors all about how bewitifully eho was entertained One of these neighbors was a poor woman who often helped = Mrs. Climber, She would come in of eve- nings and help sew on nice dresses to wear in the society “uptown.” When M Climber was away the poor hbor would run in and get the | husband's dinner; #o it was all ready when Mrs, Clim |a time when pennie is to say, came home. Many ere scarce in — By Roy L. GOT the loveliest letter 6c from Cora = Hickett! She's down in Florida with her mother!” said Mrs, Jarr with great en- thusiasm. “She sends a picture showing herself and her mother on a ladder, picking oranges from the tree.” “Pshaw!" said Mr. Jarr. “That's Just like Coney Island, where you can get your picture on a postcard ‘taken In an automobile,’ for 10 cents.” Here Mr. Jarr examined the photo- graph from Florida very critically. “Looks like a ‘prop’ tree to me," he added. “And these are not | Fables of Everyday Folks i Irene Loeb = ng Co, (The New York Evening World), stay by her task in order to com- plete it. ‘hus, many a weary hour in the early morning she spent in | stitching very tiny flowers to make them look “perfect.” In a word, her ery best efforts were put on’ this Pisce of embroidery. At such times the neighbor woman would come in and look with awe and {admiration at this wonderful piece jof handiwork, Often she would wish that SHE might have such a shirt | Waist to wear. “But such things are | not for tho likes of me,” she sighed, Christinas morning came, and the beautiful gift was despatched by spe- | cial messenger to the home of the rich woman, The poor neighbor also received a box containing a little vase for hew mantel—an ornament that did not take but five minutes to select and purchase. Mrs, Rich received the box, opened it and raid, “Oh, Isn't this pretty? But, good heavens, another whirt waist!” The next time that Mrs, Rich saw Mrs, Climber she said: “Oh, my dear, [ hope you won't feel hurt, but, really, [had so many shirt waists that [sent the one you gave me to a friend of mine who sent mo a Chr mas present I didn’t expect, 1 kn you wouldn't mind." Many conflicting thoughts went through Mrs, Climber’s brain: the w The Jarr Family Coprright, 1915, by the Prea Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), “Only—er, two—worth whil “Oh, yes," said the Widow. “Thi summer and the red-headed girl you 1 ‘onsense!" protested the Bache! had Freedom—and I've had a good | bauble!” | “Well, whatever it 1s,” announ McCardell oranges, they're potatoes, Sure it| isn't a potato tree they are climbing?” | tulle draperies and all, swung her lig “How you talk!” cried Mrs. Jarr.| knew it and—TOOK tt. “I never saw a man with such a| “There!” moaned the Widow et mean and sneering disposition! 1/®nd mussed my hair, and broken your never mafd that I would like to go to| “Just for a—prectous ‘bauble!’ " 1s Florida. I never complained; I never | 2 Yuletide envied Cora Hickett and her mother: | down’; I never get any place; ‘reste TS old England Christmas customs T never said to you: ‘I'm all run| go to Florida!" and festivities lasted for days, end- And Mrs. Jarr wiped her weeping|® ing with Twelfth Night, which eyes. commemorated the visit of the three “My dear, I am not depriving you) Kings of the Hast to Bethlehom. of a trip to Florida,” said Mr, Jarr| Christmas in England during fea soothingly, “I’m sure I'd be glad to/dal times meant merrymaking and send you there, But you know we |feasting—in which all classes shared. haven't the money,” lrhe great feudal castle was kept open “1 wouldn't go without you and the | ‘9 Kucsts for many days, The fous children,” said Mrs, Jarr, checking | lord of the castle on Christmas day her grief. to his kin and vassals. “You know I'm not selfish and 1|. Our big family gatherings are no think the trip would do you good, and | 12Ube & survival. a and 44 | Goths called their winter festival the {know it would do the children good. | Yuletide, and when they caine over to Cora Hickett and her mother are hav- | Britain all thelr customs became min- ing « lovely time.” | gled with those ulready there, . The bringing in of the great Yule “What does she write?” asked Mr.! log on Christinas Eve has come down Jarr. \to-us from old England and tho Sax- “Here, ll read it to you," sala Mra, | OMS and ts full of picturesque detail. ‘The log, @ massive one of ouk, was Jarr, and she picked up the feminine | drawn in triumph from the forest to scrawl that was crossed and recrossed | the hearth amid shouts of and written all around the edges: On ite entrance “Dear Clara: We arrived at Palm | Hill minstrels or r ‘ alm | its coming with special songs, or, in Beach Tuesday ail tired out after aj tho absence of minstrels, each mem- terrible ride from Jacksonville over ber of the faintly sat upon the log anc re ( ver | Sing a Yulo song. the roughest and dustlest road I ever|"“Afts'o¢ the log were preserved each saw, The weather Js quite raw, and/vear and the new one was lighted I'm sorry I wasn't wearing my'"—| with remnants of last year's, While Jarr paused. “I'll skip that,” she | burning it was felt to be full of good confidential.” promises for the coming year and l the flames as they leaped up the fire- She hunted for a license to begin | place were thought to burn out all further on in the letter, and found it,|old_ wron It was then that the “'We're stopping at The Swellfront, | Yule cakes were passed round, washed It isn't as big an the Stingthebood,|4oWD with mighty draughts from the wassall bowl! but we think {t has the most refined The Saxons “Here, here!" cried the Bachelor clapping his hands. And I'm going to make another choice!” | “How many have you had already, Mr. Weatherby!" asked the Widow “I'm a ROY! answered the Bachelor promptly. at blonde you were engaged to last met at Newport” lor, “I said ‘WORTH WHILE,” time. Tve And now I want a—another ced the Widow firmly, “you can’t VE it “Oh, ves, [can!" said the Bachelor. And he caught the Widow, silver } jitly beneath the mistletoe before she ruggling. “You've crushed my frock promise, all for—for THAT!" aughed the Bachelor unrepentantly, — Customs an Important feature of the Yuletide and, like the Yule log, came down to us from the Saxons. The bowl is always pictured to us as a inaasive o of silver (is our punch bow! @ survival?) and round its rim was @ wreath of green leaves. [n it was the assail, which Was really nothing but hot spi alé with roasted apples bobbing on its steaming surface, Only on three days in all the year waa Wassail served, on Christmas, New | Year's Day and Twelfth Nighi ‘The fair lady of the castle—wite or daughter—followed it the servant ‘t round from guest to guest and from it were drunk the toasts of the season and pledges for the future between friends, Wassall in Sa correspr nm meant “be well" — to our toasts to our nd Sir Walter Scott shows wena, daughter of Hengist, pree the wassail bowl to her guests, with the words “wass At those great feasts in feudal days the bear's head was always served. Its entrance was heralded by a juble lant flourish of trumpets, and the minstrels added their songs to up the merriment. ‘The bour's head appeared early at the feast, brought in held high on « silver saiver, and it was placed at the head of the board before the host, while at the other end was invariably found a peacock, roasted and decor- ated with its own gay feathers, Our mince pies were years ago made in the shape of mangers and the mix- ture in them represents the gold, frankincense and myrrh of the three kings patronage. Mrs, Stryver is down here! and is right in the thick of the hattle| Talks With My Paren E-the gowns. My deny, Zou Maver sae ] HAVE been trying to find out what a promise really is, I think it must he something serious like, such dresses In your lifa’" | Mrs, Jarr sighed at this, but went on reading the letter. Sherer gin: *tAnd the fat and vulgar old things | PUTyiRetanee Be ay ts By a Child Men are SO funny. But a promise ts different, mother docs not keep her promise father Is hot under the collar and he says things as only he can aay then ‘When ‘The passing of the wassail howl was | oom, { own mother weary hours spent in the making of by that shirtwaist, the ambitions in con- nection with it and the seeming fall- ure of it all, clety girls watching a polo or a | the Climber family, this good neigh- tennis game all exclaim at once: | por woman would share her last cent “Gosh, what a homely looking bunch | ag as any foods that were in her of freaks,” cupboards. In @ word, she was a de- that wear the dresses and jewels!|can lie so gracefully that even my They wear diamonds at breakfast! | father can't catch her ot it, and al- 4 - though he has his suspicions, mother They never go in bathing. “But then,| iiways hugs him and kisses him and = It's not so much what father as the way he says it, and it nite the spot like a dagger. There must be Letters From the People something funny - a | ; : Also, by a strane coincidence, | that’s easy to seo why, The younger|ho forgets that he haa caught her] about broken prombass! ~ A Christmas Appeal. verty, distress and almost despair- ae Voted woul whose kind’ acts wore only |,,Alee, by a strane in q © forgets ut broken promiasal : To the KAitor of The Bveotag World: circumstances, you would, 1 am| Times have changed, When We were oxceeded by her good will to be of LPS Che 10 Nor ae oe pleture| women who still have their figures | in a He. Perhaps they can never be mended, Trrough your kind insertion of a| Ue. Understand in fuller degree the|& cub reporter there warkt © Diels | service, very best friend, tho friend in need, | &° 1” for bathing. necessity of our endeavor at this, When some soured longshoreman| In the course of events Christmas ‘4 very m0; “Mo. » men down he: 4 a jh s| yo! ie boy a » etter at this season each year, your| time. Lot ‘me impress upon your| didn't drag ‘his wife around with «| camo along and Mra, Climber began | Wry nid tnat, Meu mmornink aéain | “Most of the men down here got up| crowd come over tn the rush chairs) your itttie boy an alligator, ‘They welt ” seeders have aided us in our nevded| readers that a comparatively small| cotton hook and then throw a blazing | planning her Christmas gifts. The] how much the rich lady must now be | °°" every morning and put on thetr| to the Swellfront and sit on the} :hem down here-—-the cutest ttle practical work at Christmas, While| Um will provide @ basket. Sir, prea.|coal oll lamp at her. | Now, alas, | main thing that worried her was What | enjoying it, bathing sults and go fishing, In the} piazza and “hurl booze," as they call | things’ "—— + others making it ible for] St-tense help is thrice valuable and| they're using Gas in all the tene | to give her rich friend, She wanted to) ‘rhe kind neighbor meant it as an| afternoon they golf till it 1s time to| it, High balls, cocktails and gin| “isn't that sweet of hor!” sald Mre Ry tlern Mis craanetantian| il aneble us better to gauge the| ments. | make the proper NG, eid, Ghe pons expression of appreciation of the good | dress for dinner, fizzes! ‘Thoy drink one after another | Jurr, looking up. “Well, I'm glad he many pat oul number of families to whom we — dered as 6 Vo oe Wal of her eis. bus Ae hie, ines! y Tarr, look . i dinner on Christmas Day, we are| give Christmas cheer and encourage.| Those “Chin-Chin” face screens |she could give, At last it came to| Climber thought about it at thistime| "Phere 1s a woman down here who! till half past twelve, and then they| has such « grand time,” . aiming to send a well-filled basket/ ment. The Volunteers of America is| cover a multitude of frights, her, She would make something with | \t stung like an arrow. has a cottage, and she gives a musi-| hurry off to dress for the midday] “Does she drink?” asked Mr, Jarr, 4 into the homes o! 080| for all amounts. Please make checks fot so very lo A peau’ shirt I an} now apparent to her. © returned I 4 deserving ‘’ whom we have found to be {ington Booth, No. salesroom in Fifth Avenue, we saw | intricate embroidery design and set in shocked tones, pris Gen. Bal home a wise woman and learned this | should see the shameful way some of| “ ‘The expenses are frightful, and “But she’ taken ** and im positive need. Could you see| 34 West Twenty-elghth Street, New © Middle Westerner draw a chosk| to work embroidering it. Daya and | moral: the vulgar, fat old women try to at-|{t ls a crowd that Thinks only of/ ten trunks of dresses with her, Oh, it : the hundreds of letters, as| York City. Youre to foster the Christ- for $55,000 for an Alma-Tadema, “I | nights she worked at this thing, Many} Remorse always comes to him Who | tract notice, to get Invited! ‘clothes. Women change their dresses| must be grand ¢o be able to go to 2 ‘don't care nothin’ about Corot or}@ time she was tired to death, but as ” ml t of those cases investt- neglects the friend in need in favor | 8° K hee found worthy, bespoaking ™EALLINGTON BOOTH, President, Millet or the rest o them old masters, Yuletide was drawing near she bad to of the friend in prowperity, és "At LL o'clock r Stringthcboob four times a day, I'm going to send Palm Beach for one's health,” a t { ‘ ve | ~ news ¥