The evening world. Newspaper, January 5, 1916, Page 14

Murtionca Daily Breept or Faditentng Company, Nos 58 16 Soden Claas Matt: 1 Bnetan oy the Contin at and All Countries in the International ,, Postal Union. «+ NO, 19,860 THE WRONG WAY. ENRY WILSON HODGE, newly appointed. member of the Public Service Commission of this district, is a distinguished ‘mgineer who has made himself an authority on bridge ¢on- etruction. His firm has built some of the largest railroad bridges in the country. ‘he City of New York appointed Mr. Hodge engineer Wor the Melrose Avenue Viaduct and the Ninety-sixth Street bridge. Whe Canadian Government retained him as consulting engineer on the new plan for the Quebec Bridge. Technical knowledge and experience should make Mr. Hodge a waluable addition to the Public Service Commission. His position in his profession ought to put him above entanglements with either cor- porations or political cliques. Expert service on behalf of the public 8 to be-expected of him. ; As for Robert C, Wood, whose resignation from the commission Gov. Whitman made such haste to accept, the charges against this Hiscredited Commissioner are too serious to admit any such sleight of hand evasion. The Thompson legislative committee has forwarded to the Gov-| ernor charges against Wood which require not resignation but | removal. Wood is accused of having, as Public Service Commissioner, | Bolicited bribes from signal and switch companies, of having unduly} favored the Edison Electric I!luminating Company of Brooklyn and ‘the Third Avenue Railroad Company, and of having sworn to con-| Mlicting testimony before the legislative committee. Three weeks ago Wood tried to crawl out of his difficulties by ‘offering to resign provided the inquiry was dropped. The Thompson tommittee refused to accept this offer. By what right dogs Gov. Whitman let out through a side door | ® public official accused by a legislative inquiry of scandalous betrayal | ef public trust? Wood should not be let out. He should be put out—to face the fegal consequences of his acts. AER aRRE Se One HELD UP. far-reaching measures ever secured for the State of New York, TT": Widows’ Pension Law, one of the wisest, most humane and was put through the Legislature and signed by the Governor a Jear ago last spring, after'a vigorous campaign led by Tho Evening World. It wont into effect July 1, 1915. A month later Mayor Mitchel appointed a Child Welfare Board to supervise the carrying out of the jaw in this city. Six thousand dollars was granted by the Board of Estimate for investigation and eighteen investigators were appointed. ~ After more than a year the Welfare Board now reports that more than 2,000 children in institutions where the city pays $2.50 per week for each could have a mother’s care if the city would do its duty by them. Five thousand widows have applied under the law for help to enable them to bring up their 15,000 children at home. No Junds are available, City officials can’t seem to get it through their heads that money spent for this purpose is not charif¥ and was never meant to go through the Department of Charitics. The law expressly provides that the Board of Child Welfare shall receive and expend appropria- tions for this end. The Child Welfare Board is doing its best to untangle.the snarl ‘and secure means to help the mothers and children. Tsn’t it about time, Mr. Mayor, for co-operation from those whose first duty is not to hinder but to make easy the carrying out ‘of beneficent laws - Hits From Sharp Wits. Some men in this town are so busy: Cyt they can spend hours and hours ling you how busy they are. bors observe each, other more than thor obegrve.the trodden rule, A tman full of woes ts rarely too full for utterance.—Deseret News, taken, she nover can understand why the photagre her doesn't put it ri, ry nt Those who fish for complimen: apt to get “stringed,” ve About nine times out of low who is called a brute ee the fel- is mar 5 ‘Tig sad but true, the so-called baat se {call of the people” in generally noth- ing more or less than the voice of the —Pittabursh, Press. The more good health there is in the world the more work People can get done, Considerable time is Wasted in listening to stories of aches and When a woman has her picture} pains.—Toledo Blade, ———_ —_ —__ Letters From the People Calke tm Western Cities, ‘To the Editor ef The Evening World: I wae very much pleased with your recent editorig) on “Calks for All Horses.” In the Northwest (Mil- ‘waukee, St. Louis, Minneapolis, &c.), Where they have ice and snow all winter, one seldom sees a slipping or fallen » because they are all properly shod. ‘Depart: asphalt pavements. An ordinance Roles hag TF of avy horse that son the etreet would probably bring the desired results, , ARTHUR TOTTEN, The Bride's Inttials, ‘To the Editar of The Deening World When a wedding gift of sliver (i,| e. knives, forks, @c.) is presented and same is to be engraved with ini- tials, whose initials should be en. ®raved on the silver—the wife's or the bridegrovm's? 8. T. The Street Cleaning ment is one of the worst of- fenders, This department's ash-cart horaes go slipping and falling on the Dollars and Sense w w ByH. J. Barrett AMUEL BUTLER, English icon)-| “I wonder why that principle clast, who devoted a good part consent 4 apple’ te 4 counting ma- . .|ehin pondered. “I'll wee it of twenty years’ time to the writs | can't work out something along those {ng of that unusual novel, “The Way |lines in my first Spare moment,” of All Flesh,” was fond of emphasiz- ' ihanksgiving Day gave the desired ) | elsure. ith & macaron) case fro: ios fare Meams Of Our indebtednens ¢)1 heer, grocery neces meat skewers from a butcher shop, rubber “There is no such thing asa purely |from & drug store wad '« eupe te otiginal idea,” aM@rmed Butler, “All| wire staples trom ah Ware store, | the young inventor sought to evolve @ practicable adding machine. By night, he had it, so-called original ideas are merely modifications — developments — im- provements—of some previous con- ception.’ It increases the eMcien: its Probably, to a greater extent than|users five or six-fold: it a ‘ realized, this is the co: ®reat extent, freed the race from tho ie an example: age-old burden of grinding, monoton. One November day back in the|ous mental figuring. at early ‘80's a young mechanic sat} But now the question arises: watching Ba operation ofa planer of|what degree is the inventor of which he was in charge. time | planer to be credited with the inven- to ©) to Lucile, the By Bide Coprright, 7 the Drew ba Ei? kid,” said Luaile, the Waitress, as she handed the newspaperman a napkin, “was you out New Year's E “Went to bed at 11 o'clock,’ plied. ‘ “That was the'essence of sensibility,” Lucile continued. “I hit the feathers at 10. But say, you should ‘a’ seen the assortment of hangovers we had in here the next day. I guess they was a hundred. None of ‘em couldn't eat much. About all they did was rub their heads and wish. One fellow in particular got my goat. When'I ask him what he wants he shakes his head and gays: ‘Nothin’ doing!’ ‘Well, what did you come in here I demand. © ‘This ain't no place fop surcease and balmbo to tho: who've been kicking holes in Broad- he re- way He looks up like @ disheartened cat. ‘Smile, please,’ he says. might hum a soothing tun “I was furious. ‘Maybe,’ ‘you'd like to have me turn a hand- spring for you, or perhaps I could give you @ scene from opera, just to ten up your declining years.’ ‘It wasn't my fault, he say: “No, of course not!’ I says, to blame. thing? ‘Ta Now, what about this food What do you want to muss “Wrong pew, frien graphically. “My head's going round and round,’ he states 5 “Just like a marble,’ I suggest. ‘What'll you have “My head demands soup,’ says “Oh, so your head's a soup bono, eh?’ I say by way of restitution. ‘What demonstration of soup do you aspire to? “‘Barley,’ be says, ‘My namo’s Harley, That's near enough,’ “‘Listen, Harley,’ I says, wetung awful. the body sent?’ “He straightens up and looks for- lorn at me. ‘You're breaking my heart,’ he says, ‘It wasn't my fault.’ “Whose fault was it?’ Task, | “'Priend named Byrt,’ he replies, ‘He took me to évery bar on Broad. way. ‘Tonsorial artist, eh?’ I says. “Whaddye mean?’ “*®& regular bar Burr.” “Liseie, the cashier, is close by en- jJoying the sport, She #! out a laugh that shoots straight into’ the ‘you're Where do you want the table travelled back the cutting | tion of the calculatiug machine? And tool automatically shifted one notch|to whom was the inventor of the the next cut. The young man fell | planer indebied for his achievement? ty idly counting the shifte—one, two,|And to whom was~ler’s credit it all three, four, five and so on, Ww Adam and let it go at that, poor guy's sarah beltum and he Jumps like as if he was being electro- juited. When he recovers he gets up " mind Lhe soup,’ he saya, ‘Keep (sting Co, (The New York Brening World), | I says, Waitress Dudley. ——By Roy L. it for gome fellow with pleasant memories.’ “‘All right,’ I sa ‘Watch your step! “When he's outside ‘Trixie, the queen of the pie counter, comes to me and asks who he is. ‘Why,’ [ re- ply, ‘that's Hang-Over Harley, the hero of New’ Year's Eve.’ “ ‘Lueil he says, smiling, ‘you're the wittiest thing in this joint.’ think you're witty, too,” said the newspaperman. Lucile gave him a look of mock digdain. “Gwan, kid!” she sald. “You don't see no funny editors coming in here and abducting me ‘suey to help ‘em out-on the Breezy Bits columns, do you?" OT u eoul he knew had seen Mr, Jarr riding around with an undertaker on a hearse for the sake of @ commis- @lon on the sale of the pair of dappie gray horses drawing it. That is if any one who knew Mr. Jarr had so beheld him Mr, Jarr had not seen him, And Mr, Jarr had kept his eager glance darting in al! directions \untit an observer might have thought head was op 4 pivot. Mr. Berry, egrossed in, his tryout of the horses he contemplated buying from Mafferty, the contractor, had been only vaguely aware of Mr. Jarr’s |apprehension and was not conversant , as he leaves. “No,” replied the newaspaperman,|with its cause, He thought it was “But Joe Miller never had anything | perhaps merely nervousness, perhaps on you,” t ex- ‘Joe Miller,” came from Lucile ag} Pride, that Mr. Jarr felt in bis alted position beside him on the box of the hearse, Reflections of a Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1914, by. the Prom Pullshing Co, (The New York Rvenizg World), HE amateur siren, like the amateur angler, usually ends by getting the “hook” inttead of landing the fish. she knit her brow. “What restaurant did he wait at?” 1 T A “sport,” in the New York senge, appears to be @ mau Who will “hang up” his tailor and dodge his laundry bills in order to buy champagne and orchids for a git) who needs a pair of shoes. ° Don't look for a husband who understands Browning, nor even for one who @hinls he understands women, to make you happy. Find oné who un- derstands stocks, tonds, margins, first mortgages, how to sign a check, and things like that, which you don't understand yourself. Modern Fairy Tale—Once upon a time there was @ man who came home and told his wife that he had been sitting up all night with a sick friend and he HAD. : When @ girl begins to look cheerfully on the war, to aesert that suffrage is réally not vitally necessary to woman’ happiness and to argue that men are awfully good and noble, after all, it’s a sign that she has just gotten engaged. ’ “The smile that is sadder than tears” is that which il]tminates the face of a girl when she is trying to look interested in the wrong man’s conversa- tion and at the same time is straining her ears to catch the right man’s ring at the telephone. Men say they have no curiosity—and if you aren't convinced of it just start to tell one of them something and then suddeniy decide not to finish it. Love is never quite dead until a man begins to pride himself-on being patient and magnanimous” toward his wife's shortcomings, A woman's sentiment gradually ossifies, but a man's heart Just seems to srow softer and more impresslonable with age. ‘ r \ The Jarr Family Copyright, 1918, by the Prems Publishing Co, (The New York Frening World). e Eventng World Daily Magazine. Wednesday, Januar McCard-+il— “A little disappointed that we at- tract so little attention?” asked Mr. Berry. Mr. Jarr cut him short. “I'm glad you're going to buy the horses,” he said, “they make a spanking team, and are spirited and yet sedate. You find them all right in every particular, don’t you “They seem so, they seem so!” re- plied Mr, Berry, “They are kind, Sentle, seemingly sound, are not hard to handle and move in a dignified manner, and yet with commendable celerity, They do not seem to be frightened at any thing, and their morals appear to be above reproach Did you notice the large billboard advertising Bungstarter’s beer?” he added, Mr. Jarr sald he had not remem- bered it, “That is not strange,” replied Mr. Berry. ‘These horses passed it with- out giving it a glance. But Bung- starter’s beer was tho favorite tipple of Clarence, ‘The doletul equipage had just reached Raffertyts stables and Mr. Jarr had deemed his commission for effecting the sale was practically in is pocket, and the danger of being beheld on a hearse by friends and ac- quaintances safely passed, when the catastrophe that blighted his life for several weeks to come occurred, With @ clanging of bells and the shrieking of an automobile siren, sundry fire apparatuses tore suddenly around the corner and flashed past, in moving streaks of brass and crim. son, At the first sound of the ap- Proachingy@notor ‘hose carts and en- giner, at the first cries of ‘Fire!"’ from excited urchins on the lewalk, the dapple grays d started to life, as (hough electrified. With a sudden jerk they bolted off ere the hands of Rafferty and his hostler could grab at thelr bridles. Vain were Mr, Berry's efforts to re- strain them. The fire horses (for such they were) felt the call of the wild alarm and responded to it in- siantly. Down the street they tore after (be swifter moving motor ap- paratuses, Motor Supsretusse had displaced them from the Fire Department in thi prime of their active and interested career. But duty called them at the wild alarm, motors or no motors, hearse or no hearse. ‘They galloped away at terrific speed, nor stoppad| nor stayed until they arrived at the scene of conflagration, Here they paused so quickly by a fire plug that Mr. Jarr and the under- taker were catapulted into the arm of the innocent bystanders. It was a trifling fire, but not tfilng to Mr. Jarr, for it was in Gus’ humillatingly he was hurled m a hearse into the midst of his dearest friends 4 [One way we can stop it, Huldy—it | To tho grief of the congregation's hopeful spin | self, less critical of others. y. 3: 1916 Cn The Stories — Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces’ By Albert Payson Terhune Cepreight. 1918, by the Prem Publishing Oo. (The New York Brentag Would). No.92—-THE MINISTER’ S WOOING. By Harrtet Beecher Stowe HEN the Rev, Dr, Carryl’s wife died he bired « village girl aamed W ‘The minister fared A But, when Mrs. Carryl been dead a year, some of the village spinsters grew uneasy. They hinted that the minister ought to have mature woman to look after his welfare, instead of an inexperienced ike Hulda. Dr. Carryl latened attentively to these hints; but he quite | their inner meaning. He thought only that! the parsotage work was dificult for Hulda and that he ought to help her with her tasks, He tried to do this. And he speedily learned how.yery little he knew ‘household matters and how extremely competent Hulda was and how in- Possibje it would be for him to get on without her. Thus, the net result of the y echemeé wag to throw the minister and Hulda more together and to make Dr, Carry! more and more dependent upon the girl. So the good ladies tried another plan. Several of them went around to various members of the i. tion amd asked mysteriously “if they wasn't that the way the parson and Huldy was a-goin’ on niight make talk.” And, of course, now that people's attention waa brought te the matter, everybody decided that it most assuredly WOULD “make talk.” And it aid, ‘Within a week the whole village was buzzing with the choice moreél of |#candal about Dr, Carry! and hie little housekeeper, | When Hulda went to church the next Sunday morning she realized | something was amiss. People were etaring at her and whispering. premely uncomfortable, but not at all knowing what was the matter, | hurried out of church the moment the service ended, But she was not quick enough to avold Miss Sawin, an elderly maiden, | Who accosted her as she started homeward, Patting the girl's arm, Mies | Sawin whispered confidentially: | pin, ty dear, didn't you never think folk would talk about you and the | minister?” | No." answered Hulda in perfect innocence. “Why should they?” “Wal,” pursued Miss Sawin, “I think it's a shame, But they say you're tryin’ to catch him, and that it's #o bold and improper for you to be courtin' of him right én his own house. You know folke will talk. I thought I'd tell you, ‘cause I think so much of you.” 4 Hulda shook off the spinster’s grasp from her arm and fied homeward, sick with horror, Straight to Dr, Carry! #he went. “Oh, air!" she gasped. ‘Ts it improper for me to be here?” Fe The minister undorstood. There was no need |$ The Breath } Pod o | The Girl } and the Parson. that scandal was stretching its filthy r3 ty arm toward thia ARDS Pace ee sceataes bure young girl and himself. With @ queer little thei | at his heart he made answer: ‘0, dear, it is not Ymproper.’ Tll-natured folks will talk. But there’ you'll marry me, Yeu'll make me vere happy, and T'll do all I can to make you happy. she had always loved him. In a flash Hulda knew she loved him—that sters she and the miniate: drove Abe to the nearby village of Oldtown a day or two later and w 4 married. eee The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drummond Covrright, 1916, by the Rrew Publishing Go, (The New York CHAPTER XXXVIII. HE day that Haskall left the hos- pital I returned home. I was a| different woman, Even in this; short time I had developed. I had discovered that I could DO something, something worth while, and in conse. quence was less impatient with my- Breniog World), to find little Jack library. He ‘a."" Ob, how T had ld I felt T cowd attached to the chi: | Mot bear to lose him. I feared he iutruded upon Haskall and that he would be angry. letermined not to mention it, b Wralt and see it he would speak about it to me. But I sought out Mrs. j Clark and yeprimanded her severely. She promised that it should never happen again, Haskall, prise, did not mention ‘t #0 I also ignored it. { asked Haskall to let Jack and Mrs, Clark come to live with us, “send for them if that's the only Way I can be cared for decently! he said ungraciously after I had urged ‘him to let them come, “but she must keep that child out-of my way. I don't Want to see him.” The day he left the hospital he learned that Madelaine Arnott had been killed. Neither of us mentioned it, however, Mrs. Clark and little Jack came im- mediately and were soon settled. T haa) arranged the room for Jack's nursery and playroom. And what delight 1 took in it, although I was obliged to work evenings, to get it ready for him. “They won't be here long, thank goodness,” Haskall had said when he gave his consent. T made no remark, but. smiled to myself. I had fully made up iny mind to keep them if possible. I cautioned Mre. Clark Again and again not to allow Jack in thé part of the house Mr. Borroughs used. As soon as he was able to to his office the child could bave more liberty, but for the present she must keep him out of the way. He was just beginning to run about\and was mischievous, but very bright and wonderfully pretty. What was my surprise upon re- turning from the shop earlier than (To Be Continued.) Mollie of the Movies By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1916, by the Prew Vublishing Co, (The New York Krening W, E doctor says that pretty soon) was finished, ve I'll be able to assimilate a Uttle| Before they were half thro bolled water flavored with pep- ines io cal It rained until the sin, Well, even that sounds encourag-| he wy advertising once tine though ing after what I've been through. I]and the harmonica’ hed ta neers went home for New Year's! balling. It rained until the skeina Gee, ever since I got successful in Id Fed worsted ran gory streams into vies I’ ed to “go bi the road. But, by ginger, they had the movics I've planned to “go home | started the tune and they were going on a visit.” Why, jf I got my temper- ature working, { could even make peop! ry just talking about “going to finish it! At last it was over. I 4 I t all togged Snare nome.” So [ went. I went all tog ering from infla: ry expana} in gray kitten’s ear cloth and mole-|of the hinges and hubs and constant skin, I igoked Jike 8 Fores, pine longevity of motive power. And in dream, | could see the population of | this manner I was t) ‘ansported Tompton, N. J. going wild with de- r tothe sight of me, by troy? 4a} coach, homestead ell, I may be sour, After four hours in a but it looked with a streaky baby trying to feed me to me that the thing ‘that would ae that homestead t damp cream puffs, in the seat ahead, he most good was ‘nd a farmer toting home the tail end some adhesive tape and a o Wh: of a jag, in (he next seat, the con- safety pin: ductor called “Pompton ‘ jumped to my feet, put on a gay, democratic manner, ready to shake ach Zeke and Martha by the hand— but they didn’t come near enough for that. As soon as I appeared on the platform, some one gave a signal, the population formed a hollow square and the wild Strains of @ three. atringed fiddle, an asthmatic cornet and an intermittent harmonica shat- tered the stillness. A few feet behind them, stretching from the hotel over to Jake Kinney's saloon, Was @ corn shucks arch with “Welcome, Mollie,” done in skins of red worsted, | I meade an attempt to get through to the walting chariot, but the master of ceremonies raised @ reproving hand | sanguine physician that implied I must stay put until |drops of boiled the musical selection now rendering|« few days. engrossing. I had made a success it —- the very frst. "0 OH excitement of the business, I handling the beautiful re te | molding them to frame the faces of my customers, “A milliner should be an once rr C rkéd to Mrs, Larki “That's just what you are,’ plied, in artist in hats,” never tried to sell just: for th te of ey but I conscientiously o make my custom becoming headgear. Tt’ mee” fan, hi my success myself and offered to ‘advance ant capital I wanted, Occasionally he would look in upon me on his w: iy home, pit me to my best ef. . wife, I am gure, more hats the first three Sonat was in business th; the rest of her lite apes fhe yh it sive ‘pool and the walla on the wris en t Spare r ! Beauti red bluebirds on the pitcher and wee, in between the cracks, eheery lithograph of the xhuming of @ per- on who had been burie the bed. @ alive, over he Ss poll rd, pale gray lemon plo - niscent of soft soap, and vchtchens that had finally succumbed to a jong and lingering illness. To this my mother added her delicious coffee, next to which the murky depthe |That was my feed for three . But, as I said in the Denne the t a fow water'll set Micely im ler to say more. Dr, Carryl knew what a hotl | of gossip a country neighborhood can be, He reall: My work had become more and mord agtist,” fe the Chicago River seemed crvatailing| | shalt for 1