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if = BWinrkld, Reraniisimp Br sosrrn punrrzm 4 Padlished Dally Rxcept Sunday by the Press Publishing Company, Noa, 63 to How. New Yor ” RALPH PULITZOR, President, 63 Park Row. |. ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, 63 Park Row, JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr, Secretary, 6 Park Row. En at the Post-Office at Now York as Second—Class Matter. Gubbeription hates 10 The bvening| For Pnelant and the Continent and <q World for the United States All Countries in the International ke ‘and Canada, Pos Union. ‘One Year. s+ 68.60 One Tear. ooes O978 One Moni 30. One Month 5 THE PERSIA. F THE Persia was torpedoed without warning then submarine murder as dastardly as that which ravaged the English Channel is still a menace in the Mediterranean, Assuming that the torpedo which sent hundreds more innocent travellers to their death was launched from an Austrian submarine, the Austro-Hungarian Government has an imperative account to tender: Had the commander of the undersea murderer received instruc- tions based upon the formal assurances recently offered this Govern- ment by the Austro-Hungarian Foreign Office? Or can the author- ities at Vienna rest the responsibility for this latest outrage upon the ignorance or disobedience of the submarine captain? It is hard to believe that the Austro-Hungarian Government ¢ouid deliberately choose to disrupt the diplomatic understanding at) which it has been laboring to arrive with this country. The wanton) sinking of the Persia with American citizens on board would set upon Teutonic diplomacy the final brand of perfidy. To this country such an act must inevitably suggest a sinister progression—Lusitania: Arabic—Ancona: Persia—with a possible passing on of the submarine murder policy to Turkey. If solicitude for Hapsburg honor still has influence with her sninisters Austria-Hungary will lose no time in getting at the actual facts regarding the Persia that she may forward prompt explanation | or disavowal to Washington. a Columbia to Teach U, 8, Citizenship.—Headline. Why can’t the whole nation resolve itself into a university and make this course compulsory? —_———=++- ——_ ——— PUBLIC LECTURES. HIS city’s public lecture system, which has brought instruction and enjoyment each year to more than 1,300,000 adult New Yorkers, is held up as an example to Philadelphia by Har- vey M. Watts in the Philadelphia Public Ledger. : These admirable free lectures, established twenty-seven years ago a6 a result of the efforts of The World, have been developed under the skilled direction of Supervisor Henry M. Leipziger to a point where between six and seven hundred first rate lecturers are available €ach season for popular talks on almost any subject of interest in Politics, history, economics, science and art. -To show what the lectures have meant to the people of New ‘Work City Mr. Watts quotes from three letters: One, from a woman sixty-five years old, reads: “I want to thank -you for my greatest pleasure during the last five years.” Another woman, in her eightieth year, writes: “To me they have been a Godsend. There is little in my lonely life. They have been food for thought and food for talk.” Still another says: “The lectures have creaied for me, a busy housewife, a different mental atmosphere and have afforded about the only recreation that has come into my busy life.” Tn an editorial calling attention to the article, the Public Ledger gives high praise to what it calls New York’s “university of the people” which has “enabled literally millions in the great metropolis to ‘grow old learning’,” and urges Philadelphia to spend $200,000 an- nually on a similar lecture system. + Within the last few months hectic search for easy ways to cut down this city’s expenses has seriously menaced the public lectures, The allowance for the lectures in 1915 was $65,000, The appropria- tion for 1916 has been cut to $35,000. Only seven lecture centres can be opened this week, Here is a situation that reflects scant credit upon the great city of New York. We have built up a public lecture system which at small expense to the city brings to millions of citizens benefits which money cannot measure. Other municipalities begin to study our plan and imitate it. they adopt it are we to starve it to death? pL SENS asian Henry Ford is home. Maybe if nobody else can tell him what ought to be done next, W. J. Bryan could be coaxed to advise. Hits From Sharp Wits. A man may have all kinds of lia- bilities, but if he has the faculty of critical introspection he is far from ‘bankrupt. —Philadelphia Inquirer, Seme men are amateur gardeners, others raise beards, . a a ttt As thelr washing done they feel as though they have taken the first step toward going into soclety.—Macon News. eee The trouble with most of us is that when we get what we deserve we ‘The average fellow who has money] don't, belleve 1t—Memphis Comsmer- to Durn is the one Woo hae lone san eee Pittsburg fearned not to burn 59) when you eee it stated that a good Press. man has gone wrong you know that @ natural born crook had his first good chance, rs | ee Some people don't eat hash away from home because they don’t know ‘what Is in it, while others do not eat 4t at home because they do know knowledge that he has faults doesn’t what ts in it. * bd like to specify what they ai #nen some families begin to have} bany Journal. Dollars and Sense w oe OST men can point to some ; specific episode in their lives, often apparently very trivial, which in later years loomed @ veritable edict of Fate, so fraught significance did it prove to be,’ the manager of a manufacturing recently. years ago I went to work here as a helper to one of the me- 1 had a little room not far the works and used to get iny meals at a cheap restaurant near my » One day after I'd been em- about a year, as I entered the rant, I noted that some radical had been effected. A marble- inclosure had been erected di- ee Even a man who is willing to ac- w ByH. J. Barrett obliged to go to the kitchen far back in the bullding for their trays of food. I fell into conversation with the Proprietor and he told me that the tm- Provement had decreased his payroll out 20 per cent, “Our stockroom, located on the rail- road spur, was relatively as inacces- ible as the restaurant's kitchen had been, ‘his meant a great loss of daily—-often the time of Miatepriset mechanics. I set to work to figure out the present consumption of non-pro- ductive effort as compared to that which would obtain if the stockroom were relacated at a central point. “I then presented my findings to jthe manager, He saw the point at in the centre of the room from’ once, ordered the change and added $38 '|[Men Who Fail The Evening World Daily Magazine, Monday, January 3, 1916 Copsright the first of the rieht, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co (The New York Evening Word.) & By J. H. Cassel “I'm mot going to hurt myself working. The boss didn’t raise me year.” . Ja | QomIomMDDIAereamemEnIEEssaaRTeETs i The Stories Of Storics Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces § By Albert Paysoa 17 GQDHIGHOIDIHHH HS y or No. 91—A PIECE OF STRING. By Guy de Mauparsart. AITRE HAUCHECOME, stingy old Norman farmer, was plodding M ville. As ho limped along he happened to see a plece of string lying in the road, He thought the string might come in handy He knew the neighbors made fun of his crafty stinginess. He hated to be laughed at. So, as he picked up the string, he looked cautiously about who was watching him from some distance away. The old man shoved the string hastily into his pocket and hobbled on to Goderville. at the Goderville inn, the local erier marched by, beating a dtum and am nouncing that a merchant had dropped a wallet containing $200. ibe erhune Coprriaht, 1016, by the Pres Publishin New York Evening Worl). ‘ from his native village of Breaute to attend market day at Goder later on, s0 he stooped to pick it up. him, He met the amused gave of a harness-maker whom he hated and, ¥ That noon, as Hauchecome and a crowd of other farmers were lunching A few minutes later two policemen entered the inn and asked Maitre le Hauchecome to go with them to the Mayor's office, Wome . de , the old man obeyed, a litle flattered at eo great } ag } an honor, But when he stood before the Mayor MMe Soy 3 od ‘ ch red to horror, For he found himself charged with the theft of the maker had just testified that Hauchecome had pieked | up something—presumably the wailet—on the Goderville Road, and that he |had looked around guiltily before thrusting it into his pocket, Hauchecome | declared in rage | “It was a plece of string I picked up. He fished the strir yea-examine him. | wallet, ‘The harne Here it is, pocket and displ wecome The Mayor tried ly repeated, over and over: of string ur the Mayor, it's just a piece of string!" The Mayo. ed him searched, No wallet was found on him. And he was set free for lack of evidence to hold him | Indignant at the outrage, Maitre Hauchecome went back to the inn and |told what had happened. He even showed the string to prove his story, | His friends roared with laughter. ‘ Jet out, you old crook!” they shouted, b Mad of them believed him, They knew his craftiness and his love 3 @ they thought ho was teiling a clumsy lie to hide his guilt, frantic old man went out into the market squi But the etory had } eded him, He tried to explain to every one who would listen, But every ed, | jet out, you old crook!” | «Next day the wallet was returned to its owner. picked it up. Hauchecome w wild with delight. around to his friends, telling them his tale a dozen times. the on reply he pt wis: | “Get out, you old crook | 1t dw Jed upon the miserable They belle that he put it back in the by all his vehemen onde A farm laborer had Now he was exonerated, But, man that people still took him for a thief, had stolen the wallet, and then, afraid of prison, had could Haucheco shake public opinion ywhere he went he saw people grin and e other, He kept on trying to exy And Fie Final | uways he was met by that laughing eateh-phi ud m nu put, you old crook Appeal. Branded by his nelg’ | * man became a recluse. |of those who thought him a thief, He he fell il. One January day he died As the death rattl | thrusting out one hand a “A piece of string! Se bors as a criminal, the poor ola He could not bear to meet the eyes brooded bitterly on his disgrace, until de sounded tn his throat, he . M'sieur the M started up convulsively, or, it's Just a plece of string!” The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drummond Fovsright, 1910, by rete Wublishing Co, (The New York Evening World), “The Jarr Family —By Roy L. McCardell 1916, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), Copyright PO. TE wouldn't mind that, ma'am,” sard the wily Gertrude, will think she's your m: along with you to carry “Well, she looks like it,” said Mrs, Jarr"And, Gertrude, you can have that brown dress of mine. I think it will fit you nicely, as I'm not #0 stout as T was, about rtrude,” sald Mrs. Jarr peevishly when Mr, Jarr cam home. “What is amiss with our maid-of- all work? asked Mr, Jarr, “Well, I can't stand her, and I've simply got to get rid of her,” sald iverybody id, going reels." country.” dered who tt was that had remarked that the thing not to be explained was the way of a man with a maid, “It's the way of a woman with her pared evidently to giv trude, the old family retainer—she had with the Jarrs on and off for six months—a notice to quit; when the telephone rang. Mra, Jarr answered it. _Misi been maid! dared say calls me up and asks me if I am going ‘the food was served. This was a k to my pay envelope the time and steps of the wait- “That was really the beginning who. had previously ‘been my upward climb.” ""° * get up th t vee ey ad whose name-|POUNCed that he intended having # to diacharge Gertrude, and that she'lt Poker and love are two games at which the amateur should neve: | says. Swell’ joke, any! MY Tear’ be | onine | (uuiet evening at home, Juno showed e her, fe has no g resent, | Play, and in which “beginner's luck” net d= “Oh, my land!" sald Misa Pr es uNiter mith had never lived | Hr sreat delight, take her, as she has no sir] at pr a ? iy ic! c ete nothing In the end—but experi: | 1 heard thae tom nal Miss Primm. x gh as 4 while dainty little aquabs | me At nine sharp there was a ring et She hasn't any girl at any time, No| ence, el show thirty years agae, "| we taped in white tulle and | front door. | The butler answerede girl will stay with her, She makes How long ago?” asked the blonde | crystal rosel night, and white | {1 Dunet of le wre! chattering gtrts r Joue " : er 2 blon Lda} enita’ a : mbled ove he th: t herself too free with them, ° Nosey The best cure-all ever patented ts a starvation diet; @ little fudicous | ie wy yarem, 2eMns aKo broadcloth 1 a ota mentee Ly y. They were vivacean 01d, thing vere Just saying that you |#8eHce from the dinner table or the loved one ia an equally effective rem- | ed Iiebble ie," shouts | toma By fhy, fringe j Just as adorable am. miele = rf , “You're Insulting, Bobbic ex would have loved to| Soul Juno welcomed themes were going to let Gertrude go," sug- | °4Y for dyspepsia or a grande passion. the private coca Sno'was long and sinus | Se she wished them on Jupiter gested Mr, Jarr, — people know [ haven't reached Her copper-colored hair lighted ; mallce a own house he “Well, not to oblige Mrs, Hickett,” If @ man would show as much blind enthusiasm tn pratsing his wife |‘hirtieth birthday yet." waxen pallor of her cheeks wita patted atti L) meet sald Mra, Jarr, hotly. I guess not!” | as he does tn praising his motor car there would be no such thing as mat- Nate Rad Sir eee R Biivate room| MEGNES den Tee oe ur | Me had wonderful gins But if you were going to let her 80) rimonial unrest—perbaps, “Listen, folks!” he suid. "haven't | pearing Shc Pate feet tia chat, on you wouldn't mind whom she engaged pee. at elven you any New Ye haven't utin| ie, Mor at his’ feet—everywherem with, would you?” asked Mr, Jarr, yet, but I'm going to. I'm going to| 10 She and Jupiter uniter ber te ibe’ ®, pid Gaal” dala’ Se. How many women can @ man really love in a lifetime? Well, dear me,| give you a dollar bill for od, he woae| wore married, Inet cater Began to fool as though he'd Jarr. “And not content with my|let’s see, How many women ARE there? you have lived. What shall 1° put| But before many weeks had passed hated the sight of them, tes, He telling her that I am not going to you down for, Miss Primm?” | Juno tired of seving h inning | an eptdemiet + They were ver ; Phe private secretary hesitate spouse flirting with other girls, She At iienia thay part with Gertrude, that Gertrude Those tender, fascinating little ways for which a woman marries a| srew red in the fy “Oh, er, fc thought out a “cure hin eney oat ae frassled tesnny fake ras perfectly gatlefactoryy she's com |man are often the very things for which she afterward divorces him. Oe Me mircne ene replied, ne hanstion with Just enough sthengeh 1 know it's to see if she can get a others and retired in his »ri to call her on the . gain, dear, T like to chance to get Gertrude away trom és gaat | fice. There was silenco a yay ee Per ea ie wi ear. Tt Mke us! But I'll fix her; I'll go to the A man's ides of Purgatory: A game "on" at the club, cafe oo the | Sot men Mies Primm, said: mailod ten cute li ) mmited Inte nee nes door inyself, and I'll be dressed to go} corner, a girl on the telephone—and the wife “onto” everything! the first lie I've told in years,” [ones to ten girls. dinner gown, and wrote in eee out when she comes and I'll take } “Ooch!” shouted Bobbie. | Phat night at dinner the butter in-| memoranduin Hooker Metta Hee, Meee with me!"" eeaitg r "Yes, ooch! you little fool, you!” terrupted ten times to call Madam to| tnoculation with nip ‘tant ala Then Mrs, Jarr hurried to change! | One woman's “mate” is auother woman's peatime, mapped, the infuriated Mise Primm. the ‘phone, She anawered all calls tmenine ter ni iyetty (© Seht | gtr, ” ? ¥ a pers?” she asked, a minister He came over here for the starving Serbs who live in his “L see he's gone ba “Did he get the aid? “Ask George?’ shouted Bobbie, the orge who?” ton at ‘ ; I won't be long. And | office boy. Mra. Jarr, “I've made up my mind! yoy can go out this evening if you| 7 to that! want to,’ blonde, She started for the kitchen, pre- M , overhearing all this, won. “Ade, of course.” Primm, private secretary to thought Mr. The Office Force By Bide Dudiey. i Copyright, 1916, by de Press Publishing oe (The New York Evening World), my liking, I opened the paper indif- | accident, anything about th ‘ ET ua intermit, for a day, the, her attire and called to Gertrude to AY," said Popple, the shipping) the boss, ng around in her chair. | ferently, But my indifference van-|— «po no / tale of Mr, Jarr, Berry, Mr. | hook her dress, “ey clerk, turning from his desk,| “OM Bosh!” she said, “In the first | ished When 1 saw Haskall’s name in| was ines ter him that Mise Arnots Rafferty ant the sale of the}, “That awful Mra, Hickett will be rae ‘| place Mr. Whitlock 1s United States | largo type on the first. pa Was (illed.” I sald to the nurse, She afferty and jhere any minute,” said Mrs, Jarr ‘who is , this fellow Brand) Minister to Belgium. And in the sec-| “Haskall Borroughs seriously in-| Pree ped be should be kept in ignore team of dapplo grays, and turn back | sweetly to Gertrude; “she wants me| Whitlock we read so much about] ond place, that joke the little smart| jured in an automobile ient) One [422 DUE KaVe me a peculiar glanoe as to a home scone in the Jarr family|to go out with her, and I do hate to| these days?’ aleeh Gt my sight perpetrated in| .t hie’ compenie an ielted |! a*ked it on the day after New Year's. be seen with her, she's such a! ‘The blond stenographer smiled.) nothing more or less than a crime. | outright. ‘Th ipants of "ate Meet fo the hospital until “Oh, dear, I don't know what to do dowdy! “Why don’t you read the newspa-| You people would all do well to think | the car practic rs ad not spoken, but bee “Mr. Whitlock is| more and talk les yhose church is in Belgia.| | “Tut! 8 ecently to ask ald | bookkeeper, mildly. “Let's be trie ly this morning. Who was tt t Said: ‘Let him who is without si throw the first rock?” Nobody!" snapped 3 Spooner, " said Popple. Mis tions,"” demanded the suggested Popple. returned Miss Primm, erary quotations. tried to use | throw “L meant The one Mr. Spoot ‘Let him who is w the first stone,’ Jarr, but he nothing. " sang out Bobbie, a foolish, ain't it? e 2 guy without skin throwin’ mopen® Haskall's head was bound up, and | damage ts already done," Ler ed aaa a Mg Refiections of anit there arte rocks" | fteteMand hands. were aimont cove| "What damage Hosta r# inquirer for Mrs, Jarr, whose answers throwing stones?" asked Poppe; wt | ered with lone airing of plaster, but] | “Oh, never mind! You geem to thaye ey e “Sure,” sal c ‘ager, | these covered only minot uries, the | made ‘up your weret RG ae, a Bachel r Gir] Sete we it meenge hogit’| nurse said; they feared concussion of | please, ripatalenn eee. & ba dh, no, indeed You m shouldn't throw stones. T ingenea lt brain, and perhaps internal in- | wish mistaken me.” “No, I'm not & that one in school.” eaened | Furies as well: “Very well. I'l come, Haskall. y f 4 ! bye rhere was nothing T could do for “iN », Haskall, That maiko any change ‘ot By Helen Rowland Mi Mi mAll ANG HOt t0 aay." wala | rere Mier A day Twas faces LeMne Ewin” Buddenty T thot joing a great deal bett that ane a you learned + sto business. Whe Marl nee an : e in ool yo ‘ : nable of attending to business o| Mra. Clatk with me, “ 1 tainly, [ understand~you wouldn't do Copyright, 1916; by the Press Publishing Co, (Nhe New York Ereniug Weeld), have done Sa cat might bet er | Were the women with Haskall? Whol padded, sure that way Ee Rs anything like that! And, conclua- Smash, splash, crash! mill,” 6 inp lumber | was. it stnet had been killed? | The FThank vou, Katharine,” “Haskall ing with, “Certainly, come over!” Are the armies crossing the sea’ “That's right," early editions of the ¢ s papers! said humbly, a cht," sald Robbi ro scarcely out before I sent a When the conversation over the wire ‘Ab, no, {tis only the sad refrain got your board ‘free, most “ikely were scar aly ut t ree sent an (To Be Continued.) wap. ended Min. Jhry seurned win 6 Of the broken VOWS, as they fall Ike rait oldest Sako ele, HOpple. “That's the| — By Al high color. “Would you believe it?” ps a ‘a! e 1— wf nel © is, In . ant \ ~ m posite oo rg The vows they will make—and break—again, fe ale ius on about Colorado's My thology a Mode we a Woodwa: ee enact! reviled Mr: Jerr, Next year, to you and met “Whats thet ates ad the office boy, Conyriedt, 10916 ; F Press Publishing ¢ * ¥ x ng World), , “The nerve of that woman!" said a4 * Why, a Jupiter and Juno, na cheery, friendly Vow di; Mra, Jarr. “I just happened to men! When you consider how difficult it ts for a woman to find a mate who| nay asks the fall 8 Colorado ang Be eee rout ctl nner thank you. Mn Blank, Sp 4 ‘lee: ‘ lady . gon, rey eo fumbe came out of sband ha AME ahd tion to Alrs, Hickott that Gerituit lis as good as she is, you are forced to acknowledge that it must be next | ‘Himate, my dear!" Then the ts aa raat all New York (eapes | Will be a ea ae, noes Ad: ASR thove cheap: things I got from, the| ‘2 "Possible for @ bachelor to find his “mate"—who, of course, must be a| that aint gor mut I Cotorato| oy hose with marriageablo dauyh- p:lupiter stood it"tor five cats, Agter > i athe, ol. 4 0 a nor no! ° : iown and orshipped, | the sixth he chewed u 1 Gve-and-ten cent store—and here she | 't better than HE is, patna, up A He says people live on Kol gl te Teena | cent elgar, Over tthe ae, %, Bétze dy asks how t as Primm, | hy ‘Ou ought to study up on quota. “And lose all his dough on stocks,” “T said nothing at all about stock “That is Kin you imagine a CHAPTER XVI. errand girl for one. I think I knew IT" morning paper lay on MY,| oeyectie opened It what 1 should 800, tray as I sipped my coffee. I} yay that pelt ved shocked when J] f as M had never gone down to break- | had been killed. pecelelhe Areca fast in the bo: house, It cost] I hurried to the hospital as soon as but little m ave it served in} the shop was closed. Haskall -was | my hgh jconscious, and knew me, but bad beet h more tO) unable to. tell mut te and was so muc room fore I left he smiled @ crooked smile, and just for a moment I ‘housse bis boor bruised fingers pressed mine, It was nearly six weeks kall could be moved, pe | 1 sat for a me t like one dazed. the| Was this then to be the end? nd-| the thought came, “Haskall is serious- hat}ly hurt and [am not with him.” Of Kin}a sudden all the mother tenderness | * Every moment every woman feels for the man she | Could spare from my Dusidess Tepene once loved rushed over me, I 1 him, The day they were to take called up the shop, told my forewomen nu home I asked {f there wai 1 should be late, then went at once to % particular I could do for him, the hospital. ves, Katharine, you can When I told who I was they ad-|¥our trunks home," he answered, me at once, Haskell had not {looking at me, , not | mitted tits | yet nei he | He) “Do you really me; rarer 'y mean that, Haskall? 8. Will you come? And you will not object to my business? hat's the use?” he with touch of his old insolent maton “The y covered consciousness, He was brought in about 3 o'clock that morn- ing, the head nurse told me, I wanted to ask about (he women who were with him, but could not bring myself to do so, and the nurse volunteered no information. liqueur he an-