The evening world. Newspaper, December 22, 1915, Page 14

s The Evening World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, December 22, 1918 g the Bridle anne nnn nAnAnennnOAPOAARAAOCORREPOCEOPEORD ILO ODELIEDIOOD POOL I. SSTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, *““ sonbr OEE Te esate REE he at al as Becond-Clase Matter, ee ee Se one ss AGAINST UP-STATE TYRANNY. | | se teres + 5 EMOORATIO legislators from this city have picked a good watchword to take with them to Albany next month. “Fight up-State tyranny” has long been needed to set ageinet “Soak the City,” the favorite slogan in Legislatures bent on! giving the rural districts anything the City of New York can be made| to pay for. ‘ | “The cards are stacked against the city,” as Senator Wagner eays. | This year a Republican Governor stacked them worse than ever| with a $20,000,000 State direct tax which levied $14,000,000 upon taxpayers in Greater New York. This direct tax was proved by The Evening World to be utterly unnecessary. The State Comptroller has since admitted that it was, based on clumey figuring. For this $14,000,000 imposition New York City has to thank Gov. Whitman. When a Governor permits up-State greed and extravagance to loot his home city it is about time ite representatives in the Legisla- ture came to the rescue. ——__4—- How great din a little dinner rouseth! pa ae SPAIN ASTIR? UMOR is ready to drag Spain into the war. Spanish recruite R are drilling in large numbers, 60 the story goes; 60,000 Span- ish carabineers have been fitted out with up-to-date Reming- ton rifles and $20,000,000 worth of war material has been ordered in| American markets. German influences, needless to say, are credited with having produced these martial stirrings in the old peninsula monarchy. ° Nobody can predict what any Huropean government that has so} far kept out of the war may sooner or later do as the situation devel- ops. We have seen Balkan nations plunge fiercely into the struggle. Greece has been almost racked to pieces by conflicts between sympathy and eelf-interest. Holland has been several times reported ready to take a hand—exasperated by the cutting off of her once great com- ‘merce, Who can say what ancient rancore or ambitions may etir in Madrid at the prospect of a coming rearrangement of all Europe? Gibraltar, which in the days of Ferdinand and Isabella gave a title | to Spanish dukes and marquesses, was wrested from Spain in 1704 by the British and Dutch. Spain tried more than once to get it back, | her greatest effort being the costly and futile four year siege of the) Rock while England was occupied with the American Revolution. | Remember, too, that before the twelfth century there was no Portugal. | The desire of any nation that has not fought is to stand well with | the victor when the spoils are counted and the maps redrawn. The German Kaiger has a knack of keeping his stock quoted well above par in the courts and cabinets of minor monarchies. a 0 6 Year's Eve. po | | | 4 A, study in nice adjustment: The angle of the lid on New | < YALE IN CHINA. Hunan, about as big as the State of Idaho, with a population of 22,000,000. The capital of Hunan is Changsha, a city of 900,000 inhabitante on the Siang River, 250 miles south of Hangkow, which has been called the “Chicago of China.” ~ At Changshs, in the very heart of the Celestial Empire, grad- ates of Yale University have in the last ten years built up an educa- tional centre which, beginning with a preparatory school, has pros- pered and expanded until this year it opened a college of arts and, sciences, put its medical department on a new footing and broke| ground for more buildings. The Central Government at Peking at first watehed the under- taking with some doubts. Last year, however, it not only approved Cr: to the geographic centre of China is the province of ba and the hospital. i Lucile, the Waitress ——- By Bide Dudley —— * Hidin BH had another one of those W the would-be comedians here to-day,” said Lucile waitress in the little restaurant, as the news- “Well, talking, but it per man unfolded his napkin. “Did he entertain you?” he asked. hardly! He did a lot of didn’t add up to much, You know those kinds of fellows! All you got to do Is jolt "em a couple of times verbastically and they'll be good. First 1 sits down ia, fried eres. hing he says when he ‘Lady, bring me two I want Incubator-taid exes. They're better than the Kind the hens lny.’ “I could see on account of look. ‘You're 1 ask. He admits it, "Well, you know all about eggs, the; he was 4 jitney actor his clothes and hunted an actor, ain't you?’ and T sa: You see he wanted me to tell him in- the work but agreed that the Hunan Government should furnish a|cubators don't lay eges. They can't subsidy to provide for the expenses*of the medical and nursing gchools; none of ‘em fool me with that sort of hokum, kid. "The ‘actor’ jolt slowed him down So excellent is the outlook that Treasurer Amos P. Wilder, who!a pit, but pretty soon he's at it looks after the interests of Yale's Chinese Branch from the New| Haven end, is sending out an urgent appeal for funds. The chief need at present a general recitation hall, which can be built for $25,000. | Here is an American centre in China, concerning which the gen-| eral publie has heard little or nothing. What can be gained by de-, again, ‘Say,’ he says, ‘do you know what they make doughnuts of? “I scorn him, time with such “He persists. ‘Don't waste my hb palaver,’ I suya, “They make ‘em out of whole wheat flour,’ he says, "Get it, kid? Tho doughnut has a veloping it ought to be plain to many outside of academic circles.| poie—henco the whole wheat flour! American trade is groping for points of contact with China, Whether] ‘And | suppose tho Turks won't eat ‘em because they're fried in Greece, it be in the field of education or industry, every spof where close rela- tions are already established is a promise. | Dollars and Sense w By H. J.Barrett | 66] WAS glancing at a chart the|19 per cent. You want to make 20 other day,” remarked a pros- + Perous grocer, “which showed the relation between the wholesale| 4, and retail prices for food in this country from 1890 to 1913. The curves were obtained by averaging the prices of fifty-five staples in the wholesale lines and fifteen in the per cont, net. At what price do you! wel 3.43,’ I replied after a moment's ing. ‘You should sell at $3.93," ‘Why? I demanded, \ “Consider the selling price as 100| per cent., or all of the selling price | except the 19 per cent, overhead plus | the 20 per cent. desired profit. i, jan't it? Yes,’ I admitted, Now, then, look here, slip of paper i. mm 1890 to 1896 prices steadliy declined. Then they started to aviate. By 1901 they had reached the of 1890, From 1901 on they've idly advanced, and there's no sign y “any immediate check in this| Selling price.... 100% | Upward movement. 4 Cost of doing business... 19% “One strange feature of the situa-| Net profit wanted, + 206 tion is the fact that since 1907 retail| Gross profit .csesssesees 89% | prices have dd & greater pro- + portionate amount than wholesale.| Wholesale cost,......... 61% | “One day « representative of a big Cost price in percentage. 16Y; $3.98 selling price. manufacturer of a certain time saving device $2.93 you'll be actually netting | clerical wandered into my store. ‘How do you figure your profits?’ he inquired, I showed hii. “*You're all wrong,’ calmly in- ‘AL done since you've been in business.’ i says, ‘Old stuff!’ ‘Then y “He decides fraternize me, ‘Bay,’ he says, vaudeville, | my new suit of | “Oh, #0 it's @ clothes line, eht'| per cent, Then your cost price is 61 Comes from me, “It vexes him a little. he sabs. th Vest kota, and'=—— “"Wow!' I sings out, ‘That's the! oldest lino of stuff 1 know of. I! “How old al “Thirty.” “Then he by,’ he saya, “T give him a frown, 20 per cent., something you've never |insinuous remark,’ | Now, now!" he answers; ‘I didn't makes me sore, -61, $2.40/ the age all women find so hard to get says he, scornful u ought to like it,’ I says, | ‘It's of your brand.’ to be pleasant and He begins to laugh. ‘J got the reputation of ‘having the best Mne of chatter im Ever hear me tell about} if clothes?" ‘Forget It!” it 1 got pants the | heard it when [ was a little girl.’ ve you now?’ he asks. ‘That's 1 suys sternly, “It took me some time to grasp) mean to depreciate you, but I can formed me. ‘You arrive at your cost| the truth of the visitor's claim, But | usually tell a woman's age by lookin, of doing ness figuring from|finaliy I saw it, And at about the|at her.’ your gross sales, then apply it to your| same time my competitors saw it.) "'Oh, fine!’ I says, ‘Tell me, te Gost price, In other words, you're} Our prices promptly went up and| Clara Kimball Young?’ Suppose! they've flayed up, Possibly that| ‘He shuts up like a clam. I see my Bia. eye a ails which cone th tae, cost of doing business 1s 1 noled in the aetna edo | advaniage an’ land the knockou go night after him ti ft punch, a u ‘In my act I tell ‘em I got 4) out co often to be nothing but a castle iu the air. That's! now suit of clothes, ‘The y Virginia; He showed | Pantsylvania; the cout in South Da-| in} ott RE Fox et, — By Roy L. ‘Where at are you performing this week?’ I ask, “He thinks I'm really interested. ‘Down at the Idlewylde,” he answers, ‘Why—want to come down and sce me?" “‘Not me!’ I gays. ‘I just wanted to know. You see, I was afraid I raat get into the theatre by acci- lent.’ “A bean patron next to him is just swallowing a couple of Boston bakeds when the humorougness of it strikes him. He does a choking laugh that gets him all red. The comedian gets #0 nad he grabs his check and leaves bop a Seed corwt end ous half a emg on his face. 9 foes out Isay: ‘Goodby, Incubator!’ “Lizgie, the cashier, comes to me laughing. ‘Listen, Lucile,’ she says, ‘what's an incubator? “I explained it materially to ‘her, and she goes back to the siand-and- ‘T the auction sale at the horsemart, Mr. Jarr was greatly pleased at his friend Rafferty having bought the pair of handsome dark dapple grays. But then remember- ing that his friend, the contractor, had come to the sale for the express purpose of buying a span of mules, Mr, Jarre with airy irresponslbility— he did not have to pay for the horses or find use for them—remarked trite- ly, “Now you got them, what you going to do with them?” “Oh, I'll sell them again and turn a Uttle money on them,” replied the contractor. “They are too swell to put to trucking. Only they're a little too heavy, but just only @ little, deliver desk.” they'd make a fine pair of coach "What did you tell her?” asked the | horses ~ DOF THSN. “That pair,” Mr. Rafferty went on, ewan: “Why, I told her an incubator was @ fancy ice box, of course. you think I told her t centennial gun?” “would be just the thing for a swell delivery turnout. Or for an under- taker,” he added. “For an undertaker What did Was--a 42 Refiections of a Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Conyrigtt, 1015, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), MAN'S idea of a “merry Christmas" seems to be one from the ef- fects of which he manages to recover just in time to begin having a “happy New Year.” , A a When two attractive women fall in love with the same man he is usu- ally the last of the three to find out which of them he ts going to marry, and jewels ahe brings into the Customs House as it is to make a man de- clare his love, nowadays, What should a man do when he finds that ho has kissed a girl against her wil? Why, Marie, he should apologize at once-—or kiss fer again! “Love in a cottage” would be all right if the “cottage” did not turn | infallible “beautifier’ is a heavy application of flattery at least once a day. “Temperament” is the gentle name given to the caprices of a protty women or the vagaries of @ brilliant man, when they have money enough to back it up. The average man complains that the modern girl thinks hinf penurt- ‘That's a very | ous if he doesn't order champagne; but somehow he never appears to &rasp at the opportunity of taking out the kind of gir) who is satisfied to | “drink to bim only with her eyes.” | When a mon marries a girl purely for the sake of her ivory complexion he shouldn't be disappointed to discover that she bas a brain to match, A flirtation is just @ delightful oasis in the desert of Monotony. The Jarr Family. It seems to be almost as hard to make a woman declare the gowns, The best “wrinkle eradicator” is a brand new flirtation, and the only} By J. H. Cassel McCardell Coprright, 1015, by the Press Publishing Co, (Tho New York Erening World), that pair couldn't be beaten for a hearse for middle-aged people. For Young folks they want white horses, you know, and for old folks the black ones. But for middle aged people a pair of them dark dapple grays is a great comfort to the surviving mem- bers of the family, I'm told.” “But what will you do with the dapple grays; you haven't a swell de- livery system and you're not an un- dertaker?" queried Mr. Javr. “1 bought them on spec, | told you,” replied Rafferty. “I'll find somebody who's looking for just such a pair, and I'll make sixty or seventy-five dollars apiece on them, at the price 1 got them.” Here he turned to Mr. Jarr. “You know a lot of people here and there,” he s@id. “What's the matter with your picking up a pleco of change? If you introduce me to anybody who has use for a fine pair of horses like them, T'll do the rest and I'll slip you 20, yes, 25 per cent, if I make a quick turn on them’ “Nothing doing!" retorted Mr. Jarr promptly. “I'm proud of my isolated position as the only male human be- ing in the United States that doesn't | carry a side Mne—as the only person who is not promoting, selling stock or #teering other people into whole- sale oy retail purchasing that will net mo a commission, Friends and foes alike may approach me without fear and trembling. I don’t know | any ‘good things.’ I've no ‘friend in the gutomobile business’ who wilt deduct his profit on a 1916 model, I do not know any firm or person in | the wholesale cloak or suit trade nor am I a lodge brother of a tailor who will sell my friends at cost, No man or woman may meet with any lurking doubt that I am other than what I am—¥Fadward Jarr, friend and philo- sopher, with nothing to sell except present employer!” | ‘Well, don't get chesty about tt,” replied Rafferty. To my mind, you're a big boob if you don't pick up a | piece of change when you get a chance from people you know—espe- clally as you say they're all trying to pick up @ piece of change from you, Beasldes,” added the astute con- tractor, “I guess your wife wouldn't speak to you if you slipped her sixty extra bones to do her Christmas shop- ping early with.” | As Mr, Jarr afterward confessed, | this was something cise again, He was tempted and ho fell. “That listens pretty good, I've got |to admit,” said Mr, Jarr, “So if T hear from any 0 0 could use a \fne pair of dapple grays Tl let you know.” “4 i his services, and those only to his! Stories 4 Of Stories: Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune tr the Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York NO. 88.—THE REVENGE OF ST. NICHOLAS. By James Paulding. HE place was New York City, The time was the year 1760. The T season was Yuletide, It was @ wonderfully prosperous period im the venerable city of New York. That was the year when six | new three-story houses (all of them south of Canal Street, of course) were built. That was the year when no less than three New York- ers made so much money that they bought carriages. “That was the year when Amos Shuttle, the master-weaver, cleared up a fortune and retired. } Amos Was @ prosperous old fellow in the financial world. But tm bis own ‘home there was only one will; and that was his wife's. When he re | tired from work he wanted to celebrate the occasion in soméd way, fo did. his wife, She sald she wanted to travel. Amos agreed. He suggested? } “Let's go and make @ tour as far as Jamaica or Hackensack or Spuyten Duyvil. There's excellent fishing for striped bass"——~ | “I won't go to Jamaica!” flared his good wife. “Or to Hackensack |among the Dutch Hottentots, nor to Spuyten Duyvil to catch striped bass. T'll go to Europe.” And to Europe they went—Amos, his wife and their son, When they returned, in early December, Amos had become such an epicure he could | almost tell the difference between a ham omelet and a alice of bacon, The son had been formally betrothed (by his mother’s diplomacy) to an im~ | poverished French Count’s daughter—whom he loathed. And as for’ Mrs, Shuttle herself, she not only One Woman's § Prought back a trully marvellous set of Parisian draw- Vent H Ing-room furniture, but also a very lofty and hearty ‘anity. contempt for her native town and for all its pleasant, Onmmmnnnnnnrnnn®) old-fashioned customs, The Shuttles reached New York just as the Christmas preparations were in full blast. Housewives were busy making mince pies and cookies | and crullers and all sorts of holiday delicacies. Young folks were arranging | for Christmas dances and for eleighing parties. New Yorkers were planning, as usual, to keep “open house” and entertain all their friends on Christmas and New Year's days, | “We shall have a merry Christmas and a happy New Year,” gushed a | welcoming friend who met Mrs, Shuttle on the street. “You've come home in good time to enjoy the holidays.” : | “The holidays?” drawled Mrs. Shuttle, “Christmas and New Year? Pray, | what are they? These things are out of fasion abroad. For my part, iS | mean to close my house on Christmas and New Year.” | Jolly St, Nicholas, the patron saint of New York and of Christmas, |heard her foolish words, and he flew into a mighty rage at the woman who Gared to sneer at his sacred rites, | “Fire and flames!” he enorted, “I'll be even with you, my indy!” |, _And the Christmas saint set to work making good his threat, He began to smash the edifice of false pride Mrs. Shuttle had upreared. First of all, jhe put an idea into the minds of several New York husbands—an idea to | duplicate for thetr own wives the wondrous drawing-room set the Shuttles |‘had brought from Paris, So, when Mrs, Shuttle condescended to call upgs her rich friends she found that most of them had just such furniture. s | Wonderful drawing-room set was no longer a novelty, She almost fainted | with chagrin. | Next, St. Nicholas made her son fall in love with a sweet New York The’ girl. The French Count’s daughter was thrown over—to Mrs, Shuttle’s horrified grief—and the JoUns people were duly married. , ¢ 4 a crowning Mow, So saint made Mre Shiittic Brow #o extravagant that jusband's wealth Mitel i i tere H away Iike springtime snow. ap a me i esson, Stripped of money, social prestige and ambj!ions, the woman who bad dared to sneer about Ch. | Was at last forced to admit the Saint's power and to see that nobod i Udi safely, shut out the blessed Yuletide spirit faa % catastrophe such a frightening effect on the nelghbor+ from 1760 down to the present minute, rue eee hie tee. | crazily presumptuous as to deny the {lieneseeaeeneeenee ee 3 true New Yorker has ever | mystic power of Christmas, The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drummond Covsright, 1915, by the Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Brening Wo CHAPTER XXXII. ing it. { made no remark, but im- WATCHED my husband tor some] Médiaiely he had left the uouse I nat Kittle time before I could under-| was to keep any ‘babys the Yvon stand why he, who knew every-|pay her whatever was necessary, et | thing I did, and who read all my let-|that I would provide his clotees, t was in @ perfect fever of impatien « until that letter was off. He wou! be quite a big boy now, he was ne! @ year old. I would drive out to ) little town in Jersey the first fiir and see my little charge. The very next day I did » scarcely able to talc © Bo lor. but I could wait no longer, | tere, should be enough interested in my «fairs to spend his time going | through my desk. | Then of a sudden tt came to me. He! | Was searching for the note tnclosed | in Clara Mullen‘s letter, I closed my eyes 60 that should he turn around \ he would not know I was awake and | the dearest, sweete, " watching him, while I. tried to|aginable. Ite wen, to basil fathom his interest and his motive. | whuiesome, it Was a joy to % Hut tn vain,” Soon he left the room. | him, ; | new by the sounds that reacned| I was u me he searching in the library. | biome ery eros Clark, She was just the kind, + erly soul one instinctively truc knew she would be good to the Indeed, she told me had she bee she would have kept hin as her aw, but she felt It was Wrong to atle t when she was #0 poor, “His mother wanted him to havé education,” she sald, “and I comity do much for him, so we or and she then asked you, wa Finally I again fell asleep and he did | |not waken me when he came to bed, |1n the morning I said nothing about | what I had seen and heard, but after he had finished his breakfast I asked: “Have you decided what I may do about Clara Mullen's baby?" “Oh, look after it if you want to, but see that I am not bothered with |Nearme about him. And I'll not be |put to much expense either," be) had refused T ah ere | biustered, nd done the best T sould fortee. |.,"Oh, Til be 96 careful!” I ox-| little thing,” she added ee claimed. “The ‘woman, that Mra Of cowrse, knowlte she love: |Clark, will keep him for wery ittle, | baby made me most crore only ‘twenty-five dollars a month. | leaving him with me, morta) jAnd thank’ you, Haskall, I am s0|were almost at hand, aud’ t |glad you aro willing I should look | the baby was my Gurieneas (2: | after him" —— af and we made quite merry ove |__“I haven't finished,” he interrupted, | idea. |“You can do this only on one con- | dition, and that Is that you give me that note she sent you and give it to me unread.” | I went upstairs and got the note and gave it to him. To my surprise he put it in his pocket without open- ——s | ’ Pop’s Mutual Motor By Alma Woodward Conreight, 1018, to the Prem Publishing Co (The New York Brening World), 667): Um 80 glad you gat home| | “Butcher store! For a solid hour? 4 little early to-night!" Ma} Why, they close at # o'clock!” greeted Pop joyously before | ,. ri ont get me any madder’n I he had @ chance to take off his hat| on a. Make eee, Lve been sitting on a high, wooden stool, und coat. “There's a little some-| lamb chops and calves’ liver, tm ite Every time I looked at the 1\:i) fellow he reminded me of cone che, Just a haunting resemblance I could not trace, Finally I decided it must be his mother, although the child looked nothing like her, (To Be Continued.) thing T want you to do for me be-| Past hour, If that can give you a " “ A souse, I've got one. You said ‘Geo: foro dinner, Milton—a iittle errand,| Wouldn't be busy’ beret George dene at near six o'clock, He was, So I walt. ed until he got through.” “Well” * “Well, he didn't through. had a string of teins pig pills,’ he called them—and not ot them bought more than thirts cents’ worth. Ten cents’ wort! liver ‘for the cat’—George says tio. ¢ eat it themselves, Two pork cli» ‘tor the mald’—George they haven't got any maid, bone for "Tootsle'—George says "1. sic’ 1s the soup! George sayg thaw. | jlemons wait unui six o'clock tu: | their marketing/ because they knw tho butchers 80 Anxious to j. ‘home that maybe they'll give then, overweight, by mistake, George si: People Who go shopping at six o'cloe! ought to be shot, George saya “Oh, for goodness sake, stop quot- ing, George," acreamed’ Ma, “Yes, dear, It's a happy errand, though—a real Santa Claus one, I want you to take the car and go and get a load of holly and our tree,” “Have you picked out the tree? Won't the stores be closed? Which one do I get ‘em at? How much will they be?” “Oh you little question box!" poked Ma. “Go to that market two blocks down on Broadway where we trade, you know. They've got lovely holly there, Ask George to wait on you, He's the butcher who has the second block from the door, It's almost 6 o'clock, Ho won't be busy with meats now, so he can wait on Christmas greens. And, Milton, pick out @ nice tree, dear, a full, short one, And you know the kind of holly that I lke~ lots of berries and not too scraggly. ‘Tell George It's for me and he'll give|/show me the greens you ‘bousit. you the best he has.” Milton, do you call those things our later | One a drawn, pallid person dragged @ shedding Christmas tree and « forlorn mass_of dried, crackling holy through the narrow japertment door and dropped them | carelessly on the floor, “Where on earth sere you been?” she burst out indignantly, “Butoher etore,’ greens? Milton, did you toll George they were for me?" “George says he couldn't recall the name. George says he can't recall hardly said the witness for the defens “Milton,” sald Mi meat going