The evening world. Newspaper, January 7, 1916, Page 20

The E iorid, , 4 ‘ SSTABLISHHD BY JOSEPH PULITZER. sua 0 Publishiny , Now. 88 to Pubkished Daily Except Sunday by tts, Freee Feb ig Company. SH ANOUE SAW. reagan » reas: Mh PULITZOR, Jr Scr at Post-Office at New York as Second-Clasa Matter, @udecription tonto The Bvening For England and the Continent and ‘World for the United States All Countries in the International |, 7 fend Canada, tat Union, VOLUME 56... AN ATMOSPHERE OF PEACE. HOSE who expected that the meeting of Congress would , lead to fire eating and arm brandishing will be disagreeably disappointed. MeYet there can be no doubt that the spirit in which the nation’s sobbecntatives approach problems raised by the war in Burope rep- resents a very considerable preponderance of national sentiment, Nor should this attitude be mistaken for one of cowardice or foar of consequences. Rather is it to be traced to a deeply imbued in- stinet for peace—an instinct of which no American noed be or is ashamed. It may well be « fortunate thing for the world that tho law- making bodies of the greatest republic hold firm and steadfast against the madness that has seized upon nations, The dove must have home ground somewhere unless it is to fly no more over this earth. The manifest abhorrence of Congress, and of the majority of the 1100,000,000 people for whom Congress legislates, for war and all that goes with war should have a far-reaching effect sooner or later upon raging powers anxious to find sanction for the hideous slaughter and| @estruction at which they begin themselves to be aghast. | No euch sanction should ever come from this nation. Neither approve! nor imitation should even hint it. We are not afraid. We are not unwilling to spend money. But—let us not hesitate to say it—we are anti-war, anti-murder, anti- militaristic, anti all things that make against civilization, CLEANING UP. N DEMANDING the immediate resignation of State Superintend- ent of Prisons John B. Riley, Gov. Whitman has taken the longest step yet toward straightening out the Sing Sing muddle. ‘The act for which Riley is blamed—the transfer of sixty-six prisoners from Sing Sing to Dannemora over the head of Dr. Kirch- wey, who replaced Thomas Mott Osborne in the Wardenship of Sing Sing after the latter had been indicted—was obviously a move to break up the Mutual Welfare League of the prison and so destroy as rapidly as possible the effects of the Osborne regime. The public has had little doubt as to how matters stood. Riley scarcely took the trouble to conceal his efforts to hound Osborne out of Sing Sing. Once the reform Warden had been ousted it was to be expected no time would be lost in trying to reconvert Sing Sing + NO. 19,862 inte the political pocket it used to be. The appointment of Dr. Kirchwey balked the echeme, Py . Now that Riley has brought about his own downfall, Gov. Whit- y has a chance to put the supervision of State prisons on a new of openness and efficiency. Persecution of Mr. Osborne will lose most of its vindictivencss. Hoe stands a better chance of getting the fair trial he deserves. p So far as the State prison systom is concerned the Sing Sing Tow may not be a waste. But how much longer must the State be mullied with the foul, old dungeon whose cramped and reeking walls have for years bred scandal and filth? AUTO DRIVERS’ LICENSES. The Evening World has received the following: ‘To the Editor of The Evening World: ‘Why doesn't somebody advocate laws as to the qualifica- tlons of chauffeurs? I have suffered two accidents from incompetent chauf- fours, both of whom held licenses. I think that there should de laws enacted that would prevent incompetent persons from obtaining licenses. They should be examined as to their abil- ity to drive an auto and also as to good judgment. My first accident was caused by a woman chauffeur who got nervous. After knocking me down she started her car ehead and ran over me. The #cond accident was by a young fellow, seventeen or ‘eighteon years of age, driving a butcher's auto, He: declared he would never drive another. He lost his head, knocked ‘me down and thought he had killed me. I am still living, but I don't want to have any more of these accidents, I hope The Evening World will advocate stringent regu- lations as to what persons should be allowed to have licenses. JOSIAH WHITE. remost in pointing out .The Evening World was first and fg that the way to check automobile slaughter is to begin at the license| ‘ end. We urged it early and often. “Last month we got results. Police Commissioner Woods, Chief Clty Magistrate McAdoo and Secretary of State Hugo announced that they would prepare a bill for the stricter regulation of auto drivers, providing, among other things, that “every chauffeur, whether owner, employer or member of an owner's family, must be licensed by the Secretary of State after an examination as to his ability and good character.” Licenses when abused to be revoked, When this becomes law, Mr. White and milffons of others may walk abroad with less risk—if they are nimble in the meantime Dollars and Sense w« “yy, Judson is a good Wnan,"| I @dmitted the young proprie- tor of a Jobbing house, “and he had more original ideas than any I've ever employed, Bui I'm w ByH. J. Barrett ‘4 himself a hobby; every hour spent in ealing or sleeping was devoted to business. “On (rains, street cars and in his home Melton was #lways studying business or trade magazines, reading Jetting bim go. He has received an| books dealing with various aspects of Offer at @ higher salary and l'm pay-| is business or volumes concerning ing bim all 1 can afford to. A man|the manufacture and marketing of (With genuinely original ideas is a tre-| the vast range of merchandise which he handled, asset to the community. “As Melto Measured in terms of value to read he clipped, and as his employer, 1 prefer an able adapter, | le clipped tiled. few eve- “I once had the opportunity tol ings he would t his files the methods of a man whoin 1; With the idea of refreshing his mem- always consider the ablest bus- man of my acquaintance, ‘At the time | k: Melton he was between thirty-five and forty years of > ig lmortond and held the position ating manager of a chain of ‘tly sizable department stores. were the largest stores in cities over a half million population, had worked his way up from @ week behind-the-counter job, have I seen a man more ut- concentrated upon one object— ory. ‘Phe result of all this was that shortly after the application of a new idea to department store operation anywhere in the world Melton heard of it and, if practicable, promptly in- stalled the new method in his chain of stores. He subscribed to the serv- foe of two clipping bureaus and ceived many new ideas from this source. In @ word, he cashed in on the combined originality of the human race. Isn't it obvious that this type of mind is more valuable to its em- ployer than the original mind which of | evolves & new idea perhaps once ‘@ month’ The Offi By Bide Copyright, 1916, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Kvening World), 66] SEE," said Popple, the shipping clerk, as he turned from his newspaper, “that Henry Ford isn't going to let the women pacifists wear their fine gowns at ‘The Hague Conference. Why does he discrim- inate against those from the Pacific Coast?” Miss Primm, private secretary to the boss, laughed. “Goodness me!" o sald. “You're terribly 'gnorant of the language we speak, Mr. Popple. That word, ‘pacifist,’ doesn't mean they come from the Pacific Coast. It designates all the peace ielegates. It's from the word ‘pacify’ which, in this case, means to settle it.” “Like the egg shell in the coffee,” suggested Bobbie, the office boy. “What do you mean?” demanded Primm, hat settles it.” t egg shells settle it, then we ought to call Mr. Ford ‘Hennery,’ eh, wot?” came from the blonde stenog- rapher. jut he hasn't settled it,” suid Pop- ‘Well, he's hardly gone to bat yet,” the blonde. He hasn't?” sang out Bobbie, hucks, he’s made # home run al- ready!” want to say to you people,” said Miss Primm testily, “that if you don’t quit your silly attempts at humor I shall speak vo Mr, Snooks. I'm very fond of @ good joke like"— “Like Spooner,” suggested Bobbie, The bookkeeper, Miss Primm's favor- ite, frowned. u're going too far, my littla friend,” he said, “Kindly refrain from making me the butt of your jokes. Now let's change the 1 right,” said the blonde, “let's 6 4 ten-dollar bill the subject. “Why? asked Popple. “Phen we can send Bobbie out to change it." “Go to it, Lady Peroxide!" shouted him frown, boy The blonde turned Dust of Paradise. By Cora M. W. Greenleaf. OPH throws so much dust In I | my eyes, It need not give you much surprise ‘To learn I'm anything but wise. Shoe throws her dust so fast and free It blinds me so T cannot see When grim Disaster threatens me, Meantime she sings so loud and clear It's just impossible to hear Misfortune’s footsteps drawing near Her sweet unceasing roundelay Just keeps me happy day by day; 1 don't know any other way. But if by being deaf and blind I'm leaving aught of worth behind, You're welcome, friends, to all you That has escaped my dazzled eyes, Blinded with dust from Paradise! And—what's the use of being wise? ce Force Dudley. Before she vould speak, however, Miss Primm arose and headed off words by golng straight into the private office of Mr. Snooks. A min- ute or two later she emerged, followed by the boss. “Who's springing all the bum jokes out here?” he demanded. ry. it stopped. Miss Primm thinks your humor is terrible and I have no doubt she is right about it, She suspicions it is like the wall paper.” “How's that, Mr. Snooks?” asked the blonde, smiling sweetly. “A put-up job. Let'a have more work and less wit around here from now on,” ‘ The boss retired in his room. A moment later Spooner chuckled and sald: “He forgot | puperbanger bein; | “A criminal?" Primm with @ rising inflection, “Why, yes—a stickup an,” The private secretary Mughed h tilly. “Oh, Mr. Spooner,” she said, “you're so funny!" Silence for a couple of minutes fol- lowed. Then Bobbie spoke up. “Everybody's springin’ old Jokes around here but Mr. Spooner,” he low tone. “Wow!” ‘9 right—bark, you little fice, snapped Miss Primm, Pop’s Mutual Mot hae all right to follow the beaten Ma, ‘The extraordinary thing; is to be economical in unheard of way Save money on thi that other people never think of.” “For instance?” questioned Pop, “Well,” declared Ma, watching to see the effect, “I've decided that I'm going to make the now slip covers for the car instead of having them made at a supply place.” “You!” Pop gasped, “Great Guns! You can't make slip covera, They're jawfully hard to make. “| have yet (o see the garment for man, beast or motor that | cannot | make,” declared Ma Joftily, “What color do you fancy for tty “As near dirt color as you can get,” Pop replied instantly. “Every- thing about an automobile ought to be as near dirt color as possible.” “Haven't you any individuality, Milton Mitt?" scorned Ma, “Haven' you ever had the desire to cover th ple will sa; family, ‘There goes Mitt I know his «lip have not." A lght slowly wned on Pop's hazy understanding. |"Say, what are you driving at?” he Jinquired. “I'll bet you've gone and bought the material and want to get me to commit myself before you show it to me. Am I right?” Ma hung her head. Then she smiled and left the room. A minute after she came back, bearing a huge By of heavy material tn arms, ly, she disclosed to Pop's ourlous leyes @ cloth of vivid green, pass p al paths of economy,” persisted |We're not |seats of your car 80 that when you | nj oe eo, vening World Daily Magazine, Friday, January 7, Armed to the Teeth! By J. — By Roy L. Copyright, 1016, by the Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), 66QQAY, lady, dem ain't no good S on dis line,” said the street car conductor, regarding the transfers that Mrs. Jarr tendered, “I can't take dem!’ “I'm not concerned whether you take them or not,” said Mra, Jarr, with that air of aloof courtesy that marked her intercourse with the toll- ing masses; and she passed on into the street car, bearing with her Mas- ter Willie Jarr, who had just reached that militant age which desires to show its parents ita physical prowess, But the conductor had long ago given up the fight His crosstown line was patronized mainly by ag- gressive women on bargains bent. Be- sides, the conductor was a married man and ali fight was taken out of him before he left home. He followed Mrs. Jarr and her hero boy into the car, and asked in @ tone of pleading erief, “Didn't youse read on the transfer dey ain't no good on dis line? Youse will have to come across wid de fares, lady.” “I shall do nothing of the kind,” sald Mrs, Jacr firm; “It the trans- By Alma Woodward or | Copyright, 1916, by the Press Publishing Oo, (The New Yor Wvening World), “For the love of Mike!" quoth he, ing im the parade on the 17th of March. What on earth tempted Jou to get that pastel shade?” “I had three reasons. First, be- couse the doctors say that green is restful to the eyes. Don't they even Aine the hoods and parasols of baby carriages with it?” Say, any baby whose parasol was lined ‘with that stuff wonld the blind staggers or the d. t.w “Second,” continued Ma, severely, ignoring the facetious interruption, “Nora is getting a bit grumpy—things point to storm signals. I've had enough trouble with cooks. When she sees the car dressed in those it will flatter her vanity.” Ah!" murmured Pop. Third," Ma ground out viciously, “I'm sick of those Smiths grafting on 2 our good nature in taking them out| with us all the time, Mrs, Smith ts partial to purple. She just got a purple suit and a purplish sport coat. Purple ettting in this shade of green would make any one bilious, So as oon as We get these on, we say ‘good ht’ to the Smiths, “I've always said you were a truth. ful woman as women go,” said Pop slowly, “but you take so blamed long to get to tt. The first two reasons were superfluous, And wouldn't it be a joke if she got another coat “Hal” Ma laughed flendishly. ve got her there! She can't, I know she ewiped the money for this ono out of her husband's pocket, a little at a time for three weeks, If she get's another, I'll squeal—and she katowe it.” The Jarr Family McCardell — fers are not good on thie line they should be. Besides, I have no change.” A dapper-looking man, sitting near, extended a gloved hand holding a dime toward the conductor. “If the lady will permit me,” said the dapper individual, “I will pay her fare and that of the little boy.” Mrs. Jarr gave the dapper man @ glance of cold hauteur, and then turned from him. The dapper man put his dime in his pocket and ne- treated behind his newspaper, feeling overcome with cold. Mrs. Jarr opened her handbag and, displacing strata of keys, tollet ar- ticles, miniature handkerchiefs, cloth samples, newspaper clippings, &c., fished out ten pennies, Among the strange and varied col- lection of objects in my lady's hand- bag was one of those lead pencils the female gex is never without. These pencils are of about the thickness of @ straw, witb @ little metal cap and ring at one end, to which a flossy little tassel has at some time been tled. Mrs. Jarr regarded the pencil in- tently. She seemed surprised (heaven only knows why) that dt had no point. “If this pencil’ was sharpened, I'd take down your number and report you,” said Mrs, Jarr, to the now utterly subdued conductor. “What for?" asked the conductor plaintively, ‘When a guy is a gen- tlemen, and a guy is acting like a gentleman, 18 @ guy to be give ten pence in coppers, when he already has three hundred of dem, and de company don't allow him to turn dem in, and then a guy is to be knocked to de company and lose his job, just when a guy has been laid off for a Christmas gift for ten daye, when he got complained on by odder ladies!" Then a bright idea occurred to him. He advanced once more upon the foe's intrenchment and launched a poison attack, “Say, lady,” be asked, “three of these pennies Is bad,” and he pre- sented three dublous looking coppers from a supply he kept in his hip | pocket, obtained from friends in the slot machine business, Mrs. Jarr determined to invoke the ald of the allies. Sho fished out the imitation lead pencil and turned to the dapper man still lurking behind his newspaper. ‘I beg your pardon,” waid Mrs, Jarr sweetly, “have you a penknife to sharpen a lead pencil? I wish to take this éumpertinent fel- low’s number,” But the conductor fled to the rear platform utterly disorganised, and for | ‘You have @ transparent, idyllic six blocks he would not.stop the oar ture,” cooed Pop, fecling for bis abe or | sor anyboax. ss ’ . sete re meen ee ne ories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces <onppabeansisicaoeanaiaieiacanssiataaies By Albert Payson Terhun served them as eral servant, I One day a tramp came, begging, to the door. When the servant slammod the door shut in his face he swore. This was not much of an adventure, perhaps. But it was the most exciting thing that had happened at that house in many years. It shook the old ladies’ nerves. It made them fool helplessly lonely and unprotected. Thoy decided to buy a dog to guard their man-less home. A relative suggested a St. Bernard and volunteered to get one for them, Boon afterward he told them he had bought a splendid St. Bernard puppy and had ordered it shipped to them. The two old ladies were delighted. They were afraid of dogs and had had no experience with them. But a furry baby puppy was different. No one could possibly be afraid of that. No. 93.—HECTOR. By H. C. Bunner. My TIHY lived in an old-fashioned house in an old-fashioned New York street—the two old-maid sisters, with one elderly woman who was far different from the downy Httle puppy they had imagined, the old ladies soon became badly fea ‘The puppy grew to be the idol of the house- hold. pusuenA-leueees Something of heroic sound was needed. At last they decided to call it “Hector,” in memory of the hero who had fought the Greeks and who married the gentle Trojan damsel, Andromache, And henceforth the puppy was known as Hector. As the monthe went by, the sisters grew to love Hector more and The whole little family’s life seemed to revolve about the dog. Then, one day, came Tragedy. The maid opened the front door in reply to a visitor's ring, And Heoter bounded out and down the front steps into the street. Paying no heed to the bens agonized appeal, the dog dashed away, and, a moment later, was out Despair filled the house, Sisters and servant alike bewalled their loss, They searched, they made inquiries, they offered rewards; all in vain. Then @ tradesman consented to look for Hector at the dog-pound, He returned presently in triumph, dragging the missing dog on the end of a rope and de- manding ten dollars for his services, The money was gladly paid, and the three women were diszy with dew Nght over the restoration of their runaway pet. The most intricate precau- tions were taken to prevent Hector from running away again. And once more the household settled down to its old-time peaceful routine, with Heoter as the centre of its universe, But surprise was lurking in the background, waiting to upset the re. united family’s composure. One morning the sisters went to the back yar to call Hector to break- fast. The dog did not comb at the summons. Apart from a friendly wagging of the tail, there was no response to their call. They went over to the big Md kennel to investigate. \ Orr Hector lay in the #hadows at the back of the kennel, An Amazing Diesevery. but would not rush forth as usual to greet them. One } > of the sisters knelt down in front of the kennel and reached in to try to haul the dog forth into the Nght. Her groping hand closed on something small and warm and fuzzy, Her first thought was that a ferocious kitten had crawled into the kennel to at- tack Hector. Then, feeling around, she found there were several “kittens,” She drew out one of them. It was a puppy—a blind, squirming, squealing, fat, yellow puppy: ie After the first wordless shock, the two old ladies rose nobly to the occas- in. They adjusted themselves to new conditions by the «im ohang- ing their adored pet's name from “Hector” to “Andromadty a ehiee The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drummond Copyright, 1916, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), CHAPTER XXXIX. with Haskall. AM becoming quite the fashion,” |. “9%, 1 keep the child," 1 asked, “ce “keep him here with me?” I I remarked to Haskall. we both knew that now rT could care “Um!" he grunted, for the child without his assistan “Really I am, Haskall. I wish you|>ut I wanted him in my home, a tat aiteeente about my going into | for that I needed my husband's per- business,” I continued. mission. Mrs. Larkin had from the begin-| “I've no objections, but # will mean ning shared my love for the little boy |™ore work and care for 4 who held s0 close a place in my af- had T could scarcely believe beard fections. She never came to see me| Tightly. Could this be Haskall? He that she did not bring him something. had spoken very gently for him, and She knew ny fear of losing him now the tears came to my eyes. that Haskall was about again, and| We decided that Mra. Clark said: “If I were you, Katherine, I should let Mr, Borrougha see little Jack oc- casionally, 1.6 knows he is in the house, and I feel sure his cunning waye would win your husband over.” But I made no plana, said nothing to Mrs. Clark, who kept the obild with her all the time. Really I dared not attempt anything that might even at- tract undue attention to the bo: But one rainy afternoon I left the shop earlier than usual, thinking I should have time for a romp with him before Haskall came in, Aa lL entered the hall I heard volces in the brary, and upon quietly open- ing the door was speechless with sur- should remain to look after the and also to take the nce of the Wounee ecoer whe nod 5 or pede that she ot rem, ere wee a $9ug,'5 the howee, bah is “Jacl me so insistently ome one, and I do not think it is mother,” I said to Haskall, doesn't resemble her either in features or coloring.” Haskall looked up at me ao that tt answered sharply, rather I should say, puszied me. But when he calmly: “T do not see that he resembles any. one we know,” I f inciaeme until later, erent Se My business had ou prise. Little Jack was perched on | quarters in which I started, es wae Haskall's lap, playing with hia watch. | looking about for another place. Mn They had not heard me, and I closed| Larkin gave me the benefit of bis ad- the door softly and went to my room. I was eo thankful, so happy I could scarcely contain myself, and after taking off my things I returned to the brary, this time making no attempt to be quiet. Jack was still on Has- kall’s lap and Haskall was laughing as I had seldom heard him. “Are you having a nice time, Jack, dear?” I asked, trying to speak nat- urally. “Nice mans,” he answered, patting Haskall’s face, My husband set him down, flushed and embarrassed. “Run away now,” he said, and the little fellow, looking puzzled, came to vice, and once Haskall objected shop I spoke of hiring on acount of the location. I was as pleased as child that he took enough inte! even to object to somet connect with my affairs, and fnenetacnay agreed with him, Then too, strange as it may seem @ view of the attitude Haskall had at first taken as regarded the boy, be was now a@ link between us. Haskall noticed him but seldom, but I could see he was beginning to care for the ohild, lonalty he would bring bim some little toy, and once when I again came in unexpect- edly T found him on ail fours, the boy perched on hia back laugh- ing immoderately, wd (To Be Continued.) The White Sa'es. HE days for replenishing the] factory to the nen closet and the lingerie} who must cousider the nrisne haben wanirobe are now at hand and|,, The woman who bes bea, Jonging the “white sales” this year are more| cannot “afford ey) ow attractive than ever, Possess this treasured article, ‘The In undermuslins there seem to be|and-machine work has attained such larger quantities than usual, due to|®, Perfection thet it hes 4 hands the fact that all types have returned | keeps the garment, to favor and there is a generally in-| popular priced underenusline, creasing demand for separate gar-|really ia nothing prettier nor more merfts, ractical tl The long petulcoate are fuller this|hot surprising Chey eos ene, te geaaon end abe would scarcely expect great. We. wear @ petticoat less than yards| The fuller proportt in width, while many women are buy- | apparent in petlooate but the can ing those 2% yards wide, Dinations are wide enough to take The princess slip which has been | the place of the short petticoat. When relegated to the shelves for several, the cut is not so full there is @ ruffle years is again found upon the tables! at the edge from 8 to 6 inohes wide, @nd there is every indication that Many of the new oorset this garment will soon be restored| show the sleeve puff, which ts an pr © its former popularity. vantage for wear under the trang. In consequence, these types are not} parent evening gowns, over-trimmed with oheap lace, as| prefer the ribbons over the sh was formerly customary, but are fin-| as these readily untied and ighed with a narrow fine lace at neck| out of when wearing @ me. I called Mrs. Clark and gave him to her, then sat down to have it out if