The evening world. Newspaper, January 14, 1916, Page 18

mene + Ohe iy Wiorld. bh BETABLISHDD BY JOSEPH PULITZER. _ Purtianes Daily Bxcept Press Publishing Company. Nos, 53 to ers ay How. Rew York soobe RULER Feels York as Second-Clans Matter. Cont! One Tear. 20: One Month.. NO. 19,869 . THE COURT HOUSE MUDDLE. EBATE whether the entire City of New York ought to pay for the Court House or whether the expense should be borne by New York County alone—meaning, of course, Man- hattan—will keep. Of far greater moment is the question how many millions it is going to cost taxpayers to carry along the Court House project before there can be even a hint of laying the foundations. The colossa] muddle in which this much heralded civic centre plan is now involved was exposed by The Evening World last month. To secure additional land for tho site the city acquired property which it is now feared it cannot hold without violating the State Con- stitution. It cannot sell without the sanction of the Legislature. ‘And, in any case, in selling it would have to lose 62 per cent. of the! purchase price—a loss amounting to $8,000,000. Here, as The Evening World has pointed out, is a costly bungle for texpayere to contemplate: The city owns a site for which it paid $13,000,000. It has plans for a Court House to cost $10,000,000. It can't afford to build the Court Hout It stands to lose heavily in disposing of the land—even if suthorized to do so. And meanwhile it ts carrying the whole project for nobody knows how much longer at charges amounting to $2,100 a day, A huge piece of progressive, cumulative éxiravagance. What it needs first of all is checking—not discussion as to who shall finally Dear the weight of it. a De-Mexicanize Mexico, Why not? Plenty of people in this country seem to know how to do the trick well enough to tell somebody else. ———- THE ANTI-SPITTING CAMPAIGN. ANGEROUS and disturbing as it is, the grip epidemic has done one good thing. It has revived efforts to stamp out the filthy habit of spitting on car floors, station platforms and sidewalks. | The Healt: Squad inspectors and the regular police have the} campaign against the evil well under way in every borough. Since Wednesday hundreds of summonses have been served upon offenders. | Among those who appear before Magistrates, plead guilty and) pay fines are a surprising number of educated and apparently self-| respecting men who ought to know better. It is to be hoped that this time the police will not relax their vigilance until everybody in this city is convinced that anti-spitting | regulations mean something. Health officials say the campaign will| continue as long as the grip epidemic lasts. Why only till then? Tn cars, stations and public places the anti-spilting law, con- spicuously posted, has for a long time past warned all who can read. ‘Yet who cannot testify to instance after instancg.in which men not ten feet away from the warning have repeatedly spat upon the floor of « subway or trolley car in plain view of the guard, with maybe a policeman sitting by—without drawing upon themselves so much as a rebuke? Why bulletin the law if it is to be only occasionally enforced ? $$ al The Japanese Premier owed his escape from sudden death toachauffeur. Kverything’s wrong end to in the Kast. 4+ MARRIAGE COSTS LOWERED. RNIN AOL IME! AAD IGRI oe AD HEIN RS HY I The Even |she minced along like a geisha girl Well? | | | | | RCS IO AON ARIE ABE 82 ef FA ABN FORA Cee ASC ERED hu O LOPE RARE WH tee Seinen, Et ¢ “W matter with you Mr, Jarr anxiously. An expression of deep anxiety sat upon Mrs, Jarr’s classic brow. Lver and anon she stared nervously and clutched Mr. Jarr's arm as they walked along. Her step was halting and peculiar, Now and then she took a long stride, but for the most part asked in a musical comedy. ‘There's nothing the matter!” an- swered Mrs, Jarr. “I'm all right!” OLLECTORS of United States Internal Revenue are commonly thought to be merciless, hard-hearted creatures who never smile and never overlook a nickel that can be pried from its | reluctant owner and dropped into Uncle Sam’s cash box, | Yet it appears they have feelings. The Collector of the Second District recently obeyed the kindlier promptings of his soul and an- { nounced that nobody need put a ten-cent internal revenue stamp on { @ marriage certificate. Yesterday Corporation Counsel Hardy made haste to hand down the ruling for the city. Henceforth the City Clerk will require no stamps to be affixed to the marriage certificates he issues. Last year the dollar toll for each marriage performed in the Woicipal Marriage Chapel was abolished. The initial cost of mar- riage in New York is going down, Its subsequent expenses, to be sure, keep far beyond the reach of legislation or official rulings. But never mind that. It is leap year and we need dwell only on the new ten-cent saving at the start. eccpslibeecesstadelieiiemsttoni Anyhow, it was too warm yesterday. Dollars and Sense 6698 common with practically al! By H. J. Barrett po AL advertising campaign designed to Reetiie manufacturers,” cad tho | stimulate & consumer demand for my ademarked goods, ‘This should b owner of a large factory re-| mutually beneficial,’ 1 arsued itt will cently, “for years I labored under the| increase the demand, hence increase Gieadvantage of selling my product| your profits. loth of us will do a minus a trademark, 1 sold through | S™eMter volume of business . ealizing, however, that On @ few jobbers, who affixed their own! jonpers prefer to market ponds under private brands to my goods. This| their own private brand, | shall offer moar} thet with the passage of time| YoU 4 choice of purchasing my goods ag Yen with the ultimate con-| ether under my trodemark or ul sumer was no stronger than origin-| “Thuy 1 played sat @ily, A jobber handling my product, for instance, might label it the Star brand. A consumer might become { t The first year of the new regime sulted in the sale of 16 per cent. of my product under my own trademark, the balance of $4 per cent, convinced that the Star brand was! branded. | ° 4 the best value on the market. ‘This| The second year 43 per cent, of | em as setting a new pair almost. ? ‘was no asset to me. Suppose the job. |™Y product was trademarked, the bal-| “Aré you talking about your new Jance of 67 per cent, was sold un-| shoes? asked Mr, Jarr. Ser for some resson severed connec: | branued. ‘The jobber beman to seo| ven 1 ana” replied the good lady tions with me. 1 couldn't enter his| the wisdom of deriving the benefit ot ae da ry, and offer the Star brand, customers gained by the merit of goods were in that case irretriev- ‘ lost to me. however, IT announced i ‘was about to trademark my | 4 yt refused to sell them un- gare Tas thought, I concluded announced ‘was about to to my jobbers te an my publicity efforts, “phe third year I sold 62 per cent of my product under my own trade. mark, the balance of 88 per cent. still reaching the consumer under the job- ber’s brand. This, my fourth year, should show nearly per cent, going out under my own heme. Thus I am attaining my object diplomati- cally, with no danger of loving valu- able trade connections, aly naeniew eee Haseena | Mr. Jarr, coming to a halt, “What P| And just then Mr. Jarr stepped into | a wall puddle of slush and Mrs. Jarr | screamed. “There 18 something wrong," sald jis ite” “Oh,” moaned Mrs, Jarr, “it's all | right for the rich, who have accounts jand.don't mind how they run them |up, or who are wasteful and ex- |travagant, or who have thelr own | carriages or electric broughams, but for people as poor as we are it's a sin and a shame." “Now, look here," aid Mr. Jarr, “I |naven't done a single thing, and | please don't accuse me of anything, | either.” Mrs, Jarr paid little or no atten- tion to his remarks, her mind being ncentrated on troubles of her own. “Maybe it would have been cheaper to call a taxi," she said, “but riding In taxis always did seem a senseless | extravagance to me. Of course, we | could live on a street that had a car | ine or was near the subway, but I'm \frald of the children getting run ‘over, And, anyway, I'm sure I don't often indulge myself, and I did so them, Every other woman I know has tt “What ARE you talking about?” « 80 | want —— By Roy L. McCardell Copyright, 1916, by The Prews Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), ILL you tell me what's the, I am dressed well now, and not that it doesn’t take every cent I can spare to get things for “I take from Jointed remarks, you are solicitou new pair of shoes of shoes costs no more than hiring a “Oh, they don't, don't they “Well, Mrs. Jarr, that these shoes c you say a word about it, either! isn't often I indulge myself, but did want a pair of shoes to match my best dress, and now this hateful) old snow and slush comes along, and TL know they are he Jarr Family them hese vague and dis- "said Mr. Jarr, “that| Discussing the matter with P. Silas} h ple's s lest you spoll ? Well, a new tax!, so what care you?” I'd have you know ‘ost $12! Now, don't It just ruined! Oh, dear, what shall I do?” “Why didn’t you say something?" asked Mr, Jarr, taxi. say,’ that I couldn't th “You've been thinking of one ever since we started “That's because you" sald Mrs, Jarr, “T'd have gotten a Anything to make you happy.”| “Oh, that's easy enough for you to “but I feel as if I had spent so much money on the shoes-—that's how over every cent I spend on myself— 7 | I Copyright, 1916, hy The Press sLABELLE the Delhi, E recently that her badly in need of an official song. tibone, the tongorial artist, with hom she lunched at Hodge Pe restaurant, The Eatwell, she said: puddle we've come to, plaintively. “But that's always the way; everything happons just worry me! Here was the Just beautiful till I bought the shoes, and now look how it is! a station downtown Mr. Jarr halted at the musicale. Mr, Jarr alsc Ellabelle Mae Doolittle —By Bide Dudley —— Mshing Go, (The New York Evening World), MAE DOOLITTLE, I'll take another hot biscutt, please.” X., poctess, decided | home town “The country has a national anthem satd!and States have their ditt shouldn't Delhi have an official song? Why said Mrs, Jarr to weather By this time they reached the sub- and when they got out at their a taxi and Mrs. Jarr and he arrived in o| arranged for a taxi the whole way back, despite Mrs. Jarr’s protests, and they arrived home with the shoes un- spotted, Tam, worrying | ut 1 tell you wha Mrs, Jarr, half regre x ink of @ taxi!” travagunce only leads to . ypose I'll have to have a taxi out,” said Mr, Jarr, been lead- cost and that $6 tt paid half for another pair I'd Ike t ing me right through every mud’ have to wear with my other dress! Mollie of the Movies By Alma Woodward —— Coprright, 1916, by The Prees Publis! (The New York Evening World), in your clear of crow's-fe that @ beautiful soul will Recamier| lyour complexion much sooner than cosmetica at $2.50 per jar, you ever found any one who gave the treatment a try? ‘OU read a lot of articles of how beautiful thoughts and singing bath will eet, They tell yo But have 1 haven't, keep you Harp- stay put (be Job), they her to the sé "] didn’t lke the ides , & tu ne that he'd pick assured time I wear these shoes now; us would have} use she doesn't fancy handcuff her and chain t | palr so down-and-out that tt *| bombproof, The. ingenue has a flivver. She must aved her money when she 1 am Was a waiterette down at Beefand's Jasked Mr. Jarr, ‘Here I come homo |#nd-angel talk doesn’t budge people) his her equipment ts all second-hand | end take you out to a musicale, and | nowadays. ROM yk aten tem end her horn Me i sounds r didn't @ with a penalty, y: “If you don't do | like ng moan of a deafinute, | goodness inown I didn't want to go, | Mil) @ Panay aM elephants) Juat to ahow you what 6 sneak and you scemed 60 pleased, and now |iige”' ‘Then watoh ‘em do it, | reall She gves and looks up tho you are walking like @ lady with! ‘Phis sounds irrelevant, but I'm just | of those nags. And just |wooden legs and raving, fairly |trying to lead up to the disposition of | When the parade ts moving grand, leaeitass # certain person in the company: | with me all chained and struggl n : 1 am not raving,” sald Mrs, Jarr, ‘but if the tops get spotty they are | "You didn't notice them, you never | notice anything I get or wear, but they are a pair of the very latest fad—plain kid, very high and laced. I bad a nice dress,” she continued \plaintively, “and the children are growing up, and in a few years there but from the | jher disposition fac Ww the Volga,"t in tiy iled from Russi a parade, police get next, when she's out worth of dill pi won't be money enough to dress them well and dress me Mike royalty and ell, too; not that page to be bom! ups she'll soon be sul being sold un- | spoiled, and it costs as much to renew| Woman Who Li he cat who thinks she's an ingenue ook of recent close ia, She comes to America and joins a band of Nihilists, A Russian Grand Duke and his frau come to America. There's going to be The Nihilists get on to it and bire a house along the route, They plan to throw a bomb at the royal carriage from the window, They capture Olgy buy! ickles; be is dress The five cents’ 8 her up it her in the car- d, To make her she seoots down flivver with a no: a side street o| fivver. a job since came in. Well, Fire he the 8, of course motor fire truck: the use of wa that they ting the way I looke: might as well take fl mited, bef hospital. Was thera venom In that trick? ask you? they took me to th out 0: Old | doom con m a gr ht It's| fra gong on the back oozing out on her! In a second the two Johns har- nessed to my equipage did a double weve doing “Olga, Vampire of| kangaroo hop and beat it like a e reels, Olga is ex-| streak of forke lightning after tha | ft 3 when they rescued me from the wreck the director sald what was | d | a “still” of me to show how the grand | invited M duchess looked after she was dyna- o I | | “I like the idea,” re Mr, Pet- | tibone, passing the bi “Why don’t you write such a song? Of all} the people in Delhi there 1s none| more suited to the task The an-| jMouncement that Ellabelle Mae Doo- jl » the renowned poctess, has fur- nished her home town with an official anthem would go resounding through- | out the land, I'll thank you for the salt,” Miss Doolittle passed him the salt and the pepper, too. “I'll do It,” she | said. “I'll go home at once and| write the song. Don't drink out of that, please. It's the finger bowl.” The poetess lost no time in reaching | her home, Pegasus Manor. Kicking | | aside the cat, she rushed upstairs and | dropped into a seat before her desk. One hand went to her forehead; but | thoughts were not slow in coming, and | soon she had finished a Delhi song. | | She then called up Prof. Oscar Coop: the piano teacher, and arranged with ie to compose the music. The lyric! ‘ollows? Mot balk Sea are very broads, COURT 4, Teen or Ricketta, rhe “AN pees But Delt Tn joy ¥ Miss Doolittle took the poem next ‘door to the home of the Kellys and | read it to Ephremista Kelly, j Yh, I love it,” replied the young wor “It should make a fine fox trot The poetess was very much put out at Miss Kelly's remark Please—please!” she sald. “Don't suggest that the Delhi official song jbe tarnished with the scuffling of frivolous feet, It shall never be a fox trot.” ‘4 Kelly apologized and Miss Doolittle went home and wrote a rhyme of address, Cyrus Perkins Walker, She intends to read it,to him if he ever comes home from New York where, reports say, he 19 doing the giddy on Broad- way The seco ties of L three cheers! ay Pe gla to hav the houre. flit ter betore the: Cowncal, a shy ‘poanplientay “please; ne bong should {navtre our love, ‘And bring the patriotic to thee knees. The Women's Betterment League has Doolittle to read her Delhi song to the members of that organtza- tion next week at a special meeting to Doint, ear Walker hooray Dear Mayor Hip, hy ¢ sould “a fo ing as Ct ™ aimed at Mayor | ing World Daily Magazine, Friday, January 14, 1916 beautiful girl. and the two fought fiercely. /at @ far-off oasis in the Sahara. help his master out of the difficulty. | Cloverness, that was no drawback. ing when the money was lent. six miles away, ing low to the Judge, he entd: “I demand of this mere’ ounces. He refuses to pay. ewered: “There were witnesses, paid aecrows a certain rock. will bear witness for my master, “The merchant broke “Your Honor." toa he sneered the money as paid to him across it." The merchant, dumfounded at his own blunder, fell on hts knees and confessed, The Judge ordered him led forth to Mount Oreb and manacied to the | rock, there to remain, without food or drink, until the five hundred ounces of silver should be paid tn full to Setoc. Thus, the case was won; the debt was quickly settled, and ZadH; single day rose from the position of a mere slave to foremost counsellor of the tribe, ¢ Covyrtght, 1916, by The Press Publishing Oo. (The New York Drentng World). OHAPTER XLII. UR short stay at Atlantic City rested and refreshed me. I returned hore with new determination to over- come my love, my longing for Eric, for the happiness I felt never could be mine n_ after our return Mrs, Clark 1 all the closets In the house, aving th jothing out, so that [ might look it over in the evening and decide what was fit to be worn and what we could give away. U was surprised to find so many of Haskall’s cast off clothes, Indifferently, more as a matter of caution than because I expected to find anything, I looked through them, A rumpled plece of paper fell out. Mechanically I smoothed it out, It 0 an was the note which had been inclosed | in Clara Mullen’s letter to me, and which I was to open if Haskall re- fused to allow me to care for her baby our husband, Mr. Borroughs, ts the father of my child. It was while I worked in his office as stenog- rapher”’-—— Something whispered: “This Is your chance to go to Eric. To claim your happiness at last.” Oh, what a temptation it was for a minute, to grasp this excuse and go to him! ‘I knew he wanted me, would rejoice at anything that would send me to him. Just then I heard little Jack call me. Another element had entered into my problem. I loved the little boy dearly. Would my knowledge of his parentage make any difference in my love for him? Would I think always of Haskall's Infidelity when he was with me? Could I talk of him, his future, to Haskall as I had always done? I By J. H. Cassel | The Stories Of Stories — Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune Oeprright, 1914, sy The Press Publishing Oo. (The New York Drening World), NO. 96.—THE STONE.—By Voltaire. HIS ts one of the many tales of Zadig, the wise man of Babylon. During his travels, Zadig chanced to stop for rest at an Egyptian town on the edge of the Sahara. There, as he was on his way to an inn, he saw a man who was beating a young and Zadig sprang to the girl's rescuc. Zadig was as skilled in warfare as in knowl- |edge. After @ briet conflict, he laid his foe dead at his feet. The authorities brought Zadig to trial. ‘was not put to death. But, because he, a stranger, had slain a man of their town, he was condemned to be sold into slavery. A rich Arab, Setoc by name, bought Zacig and took him to « tribal camp Zadig did not repine over his servitude, Being wies, ‘he wasted no time in sulking, but set to work in an effort to make himself so useful that his new master should treat him ee a friend instead of a slave. His chance came soon after they reached the oasis, Betoc had lent five hundred ounces of silver to a merchant. The debt was due. The merchant denied owing the money. There had been two wit- | neawes to the loan, but both of them were dead. Setoo told Zadig the story of the swindle, There was no evidence to hold the debtor. But, to a man of Zatige He merely stopped to ask where Setoo and the merchant had been stand. Setoo replied that the five hundred ounoss of ‘ellver had been handed to the debtor acroas a huge flat rock on Mount Oreb, With this meagre information Zadig took the ffimsy case to court, Bow~ nt, in my master’s name, a debt of five hundred “Have you no witnesses of the loan?” asked the Judge; and Zadig an- Roth of them are dead. If you will have that rock sent for I am eure @ I will watt here until it arrives,” ll of derisive laughter, lressing the Judge, “no matter how ton; and it is eo large that fifteen strong men he rock would bear witness for my master!” “And [was » the rock is and how large it is, headmite that You choose to wait, the rock will never . 4, Miles from here 1$ A Clever § ould not possibly move it.” | $ Manoeuvre. ; “T sald t Snr) cried Zadig. just whe ‘|The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drummond — | The man turned on bim in fury, As it had been a fair fight, he And Zatig at once offered to But the money was ive. It ison Mount Oreb, « full six ight. Since the defendant knows would settle these questions at Bo, telling Mrs. Clark to fetch himn te me, I Waited impatientiy, “T’se comin'!" his baby voice and then, with a rush he was ines armas, his little curly head nestled on my breast, his moist Ittle mouth raised for his customary Iki knew at once that my love for the boy— Haskall’s son—was stronger than my resentment toward my huaband, and that for the boy's sake I shout over- look his sin against me, Then I dee cided all of a sudden that I would never mention that I had found the note, nor that I knew he waa the boy's father. it would make tt infinitely enate: for both of us, I knew, if I assume: this attitude, TI tore up the note had found; then, not satisfied, bummed the scraps. Surely now Haakall would never mistrust that I anything more than I had always known, that the boy was the eon of a poor girl I had befriended, Now I knew of whom the boy had ys reminded me, That fleeting ess I had seen go often was his likeness to Haskall.’ I told the lt fellow off and studied his face How could I have been so bind? He had the same forehead, the same square chin, the same shaped head. His eyes were the color of ‘his mother’s, and lis mouth hed the same upward curve, but in all else he resembled Haskal!, That 1s, tn eo far ae 60 young a child can resemble @ person #0 much older, Of a sudden I wondered how Hias- kall could have steeled iimaelt against the child. ‘Then the thought came to me that it was a pose, part of it, at least, to prevent any = clons on my part. How could 1, 5 out betraying my knowledge, male him feel that he could #how fondness for the boy? (To Be Continued.) HEN, in sour moments, we say W that we don't care a hang what people think of us, we're cheating ourselves. We do care. We've got to care, The individual opinion of us may be, often is, wrong. ‘The collective opinion of us genorally is right, That opinion makes our life. We've got to live by and with it; eat, sleep and work with it, abide by it, stand or fall with it, And when we reach the point where we really do not value the good opinion of folks, we've slipped irreparably, The man who imagines that he has leonquered all of his prejudices is a mighty monotonous dub to ride with in @ smoking compartment, After you've paid $18.50 for one of those weight-pulling exercising con- traptions and installed it in your ror it's queer how many excuses you can find for not wsing It except about once in eight months, A lot of men wonder why it ts that | women s0 all-fired pretty as those who pose for the whole-figure corset ad- vertisements have to do that kind of work for a living. Although he never knows it, there's be held in Peeweep'e Hall. Miss e Mttle has accepted. She will wear tulle fringed with genuine Denver soksrack, something blisteringly funny about the would-be glubbily-poetio ad. So Wags the World By Clarence L. Cullen Copyright, 1916, by The Prees Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), writer who quotes Keats, Shelley and sich in his ad. stuff. It's queer how poignantly lonesome « feller of forty-five or 80 can be, even, with family and friends around him, when for the first time he ts foroed acknowledge to himself that Youth has scampered away from him, Maybe you've noticed that the women who say or write the smart. est and sneeringest things about men are the ones who like ‘em the mos The cleverest woman tn the worl, will “bite” if the he-flatterer is bis ficiently well acquainted with the idiom of the thing to descant to her upon “woman's mystery.” Not long ago we came upon a Iittle old shack in @ suburb that we oc- cupied twenty years ago. It gave us sort of a shock and we blinked at it through the fool sunshine, kind of hoping to seo ourselves emerge through the front door, with the twenty years obligingt: eC Neediees to eay—— oY CAnoslled, It's a lot of tun to h woman just out of colle, burning eyes about “th sciousness," r a tan with civic oon- No matter how poor your mem ory may be. you never forget visit to a pawn shop, av! your SR