The evening world. Newspaper, January 21, 1916, Page 18

BSTABLISHOD RY JOSEPH PULITZER. Published Daily Except Sunday by the Press Publishing Company, Nos. 53 to 45 Park tow, New York. * Comme RALPH PULITZDR, President, 62 Park Row. «J. ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, 6% Park Row JOSHPH PULITZER, Jr. ary, 63 Park Row. — ee Entered at te Post-Office at ciption t yw York as Becond-Class Matter, o The Evening| For England and the Continent and ‘ ‘World for the United States All Countries in the International oy. Postal Union, One Year. « $2.60 VEAP. si seeeeeereseeees 15! One donth + 80 One MOMtRssssccesesreresseceoes 188) VOLUME 56.....5.....05 z05 +. NO, 19,876 THRIFT DAY. DAY to be observed as Now that the Thrift Campaign inaugurated by The Evening World and the American Bankers’ Association is fairly under way, a suggestion comes from Philadelphia that a day b chosen to be celebrated as Thrift Day, No bell ringing, banqueting, carousing or squandering of good dollars on expensive festivities. On the contrary, Thrift Day is to be celebrated by cach individual wit! the f es thrifty ac Ed Men, women and children all over tl a kind of celebration and be the better of t. There are plenty of es holidays that invite idleness and the spending of money on good tines. he This Way is not a holiday in that sense, ‘or spend: ing but for saving: A day for starting a savings bauk account. A day for getting a new angle on the family budget. A day for stopping tiny leaks that drain the pocket. A day for planning a new system of marketing and keep- ing the kitchen accounts. rift Day. Why not? rformance of at least on isa day not a ety # ee | ‘Br | A day for adjusting expenditure’ wore accurately to - income. og Thrift is saving and something more. It is getting value out of eevery dollar—fair return from every direction for money earned a épent. Cal 1 , 1 Be Many well-to-do families with good incomes are too easy go'ag ® to worry about minor household expenses. ‘They think there is some “'taing small in scrutinizing too closely the monthly grocer’s bill. v They are wrong. Indifference and waste ar | gerbe ashamed of. Any fool van throw away ise man, whether he has much or little, takes | wastes not. Though mone his househol’ he be generous in thousands, yet is he prudent p.. im pennies. om Plan ahead for Thrift 1 y—the day figin which to 4 mh bit that shall prove a life-long help, ie ea os, Pid THAT HOTEL BILL. W HAS taken Assemblyman MeQuistion’s bill at the Biltmore a long time to come to protest. o> The $87.50 charge for a room that Mr, MeQuistion says ae ~ mever slept in, and the $193.41 for food Mr, McQuistion declares he Suever ate, were paid by the State last spring as part of the expenses ‘Ss of the Thompson Legislative Committee. Surely individual members that committee should have bad opportunity to O. K. items set Sgeant-at-Arms or the Comptroller, or whoever settled this hotel ac- “4s count, seems to have handled taxpayers’ money with even more thot “Deusual freehandedness. But we cannot see why this belated discovery of a bungled hotel charge should be turned into an attack on the Thompson commii’ce spor used to shorten its usefulness <a Tnvestigating committees have usually proved expensive luxuries. No one can deny, however, that this one has been doing the work ex- seepected of it. It has already pulled the Public Service Commission of %y thig district out of a slough of discredit and put it in a way to become _ Mat it was meant to be. wethe Governor and every member of the Legislature. tr After all, when it P State, the complete rehabilitation of the Public Service Commi - is an item that takes precedence of a padded board bill, a CHEATING THE DEVIL. HE fifteen-year-old boy who robbed his benefactor because, he said, “a devil inside him made him steal,” will have kind handling in a hospital with the benefit of expert medical ob- svervation and treatment, A few years ago this boy would have been shaved all over § “body and pricked with sharp instruments to discover where the ov spirit lodged; he might have had his arms and legs pulled from thei sockets on the rack or been hung up by his thumbs until he had “vel- teas “or weighed him against the Bible, or tied his thumbs and toes cross- “wise and thrown him into the water to sve if he would sink, “ If he came through the tests his fellowmen would have con- cluded that the Evil Oue had ouly an imperfect grip on him and they “would have given his immortal soul a chance on earth. Thanks be, we have to-day progressed so far that it is neve _slnore the devil who gets the benefit of the doubt, Coe — r any Lo Hits From Sharp Wits , ‘ jain-spoken man can trust the , way friends that he makes. Banne . rr , where ian’t much diffe nee in the Unfortunately the loads that are carried in this life,!not always the best thinkers.—Albany Dut there is a lot of difference in the |dournal. sical Dollars and Sense By H. J. Barrett All Is Not Paint That Splatter: "'Now, then, here's the Government SOYY THEN sealing, ax 1 do, in a wnalysls of | my paint, 1 added, Product tn which the wide | “Ni,! Lresented him with i: range of qualities is rep-! and but on: ‘reventod,” remarked a paint dealer, | water, “it Is well to have specific knowledge | | “Well, I'd lib raing competing brands. eee ae Calling ‘Phe other day a customer inquired | ajjke’ the price on a gallon of a certain se tly su,’ T replies brand of paint | carried. find even re: “Pwo dollars,’ I replied, ‘yervice rendered _ #*Poo much,’ was the response, ‘1 | would indicate.’ “ean Yay a gallon of the Blank brand “Give me a can for seventy-five cents less. customer's — cone ” "Yes, and here's what you'll be get-! paint real lu t-Lo-goodnes fy, T answered, and handed bim wn || could All a ca lysis of the cheap brand, made by/if thut were w T wanted. And gent chemists! they have the nerve to charge § 1 nine-tenths linseed tenth of one per «i at o: both those products han chalk und chees ‘and you'll r differen the han the analyses want paint of Imseod oil In it, Congrer> ought to pass & Pure Paint Laws” | | “Boo’ful Baby” country can join in that) the real things to it he has it, The) “flown against their names before the whole bill was paid. The Ser-} By J. H. Cassel | i | i The Jarr Family —— By Roy L. McCardell —— THINK Yl start letle music,” said Mra, Jarr, ‘Ah, now L remember!" replied Mr. KID LAW . “L think | heard her asy that Delhiine little bit too young kept at t hate it, “My Cousin Emma, after whom little girl is named, knew all her notes when she was half our little I age—or, at least, 1 KNOW she w more than a year os two oldert “Oh, very well, then,” sald Mr, Jarr. | ‘ou know best,” 1 suppose you mean by that, 'Go|did say it, that has nothing to do} thorou ahead and take all the trouble, but! with us. I am going to start ma at her music, and Ul! see that does practise H oe Not only should the Thompson committee be permitted to go! on and finish its job, but it should have the earnest co-operation of | never touch a piano again. | never heard her say it” » a question of serving the best interests cf) darr. don’t bother me about | kind,” said Mr, Jarr, es, you did!" chimed in Mra, young, and if you will wait just was That's the way T'm not getting out of anything!” | think it is terrible drudgery at firs:,, "but go slow and lebtly with | declared Mr, “Good gracious! Do you think I must sii down to the plano and teach the her notes and scales? play the plano—and would | play it if huis! You wouldn't do anything that would Suntarily” admitted his complete alliance with hell. Again, TGY) AN cur’ children cultured and ve Ellabelle Mae Doolittle -—-- By Bide Dudley —— : - Goo tta: 6, " 0 Put ‘ The New York ag World), ne returned to the scene of the and found the negroes sitting fence. Approachiag then, she revently by Kllabe Mt ie noted po she was a lito girl sive as » plano so much she got to . and that she made up her Uttle was passing alongs she just would not learn to nue in her home town when ou the bo oe! "AR wah. fightin, * who ro Miss Doolittle,” vere fight play, and as soon as she could defy “Pen Skid and Pickie enxag wah.’ parents and toachers she would atercation. One word led to another) “Naw, sah!" replied Pickle. “Siid| stop the drudgery of practisiuvg and “ud the negroes came to blows, Tho| Wah the one whe nly thought he tight lasted bu W minutes, as) "4h fightin” somebody yelled “Police!” and frughi- | “One iMoment, please," said the ‘ened the blacks, It was long enough, Pt tess itis not my ntion to fo realize | Provake another quarrel, On the cons trary, [ here to make you each a the negroes {Present wich L ivpe will do you of kindness | Much good please them | king @ lled a poe at least, even if she however, te) and sh a lesson, th at the same h unusual gifts, . mo. 1 won't) Hurrying to her home, Pegasus Ma- follown: hor, the poetess Wet seclusion in Suid awson, | am aatiatn i of so lier room and wrote two rhymes. One! po; ddvessed to Skid and the other tand before them she un- hand read it to Skid. It loo! Mr. Jarr. “Sut she tle Ul she is older, vou will find to Pickie, With the poema in her © Sou to do aneh fei ag Pqietaa tt hs oe madaeis oslee =s ot bw. A peacetime, ind more able to grasp it, f pinching. Kicking’ and bitiog . tte, and I've seen lots of cases where too, A little later Mrs, Jarr was talking motiesry | alr music when children were to the music teacher, who hod called im toaltin ereone bee | too young seemed to make them dull-! before, looking for pupils. at Haten, Skid t »abat 1 aay, | witted “Little wouldn't mak sald Mrs. Ja “Oh, all right.” replied Mr. Jarr, nd sullen | “My husband is just f me dmma is a Very bright child; | t@ Mart the ehijdren, but I think they hes dull-witted,” too young,” she said, “Bapecially pepe = Emma. Why, she’s only a baby { ytarting children so young makes rem dull-witted! » ma'am!” sald Skid, when Mise ue had finished reading tha aright have made him walk backward toward the sun until he dropped, | yourself and you have none Emma to be a scrubwoman and Wilh streetsweeper.” well,” said Mr, Jarr. “Oh, don't try to i. suid Mrs. Jarr. mbitions for | “As [ said, you have mall boy who puts a chip on his | pe shoulder and double-dog-dasts any-| | body to k | are carried.—Nashville when the unders | taking music gard the large, well-built mon as st talkers are} big stuf.” Nothing of the sous that a | her to touch it," said Mr as soon as you want to know what's the! bovine he exciaimed, "They're no more | S24 | frank with mo and say you want the tip in ignorance?” 1 don't want | telling us me 4 re! op grow ht children to gr pal the homely girl was known +o|Waste a single youths as far beck as the days die of the Hylsos Kings of Egypt. And if the flirtatious murried man) “ts that what this papah t was the) § little Emma were a Women love to read or to be | that 1 thought sie was too young to ies thos're “inyst t playin the pi with water myself perception, Men, knowing that they | fan: gallop for that stut—without a trace| mma played the plano grandly at It, Keep) up the comedy by telling |RICKSl’s Worth of lard ih ® paper bag! ward Bcorney 4 Ice Cream Parlor both Ob, well, she | was only cloven or twelve,” n that the feminine nature iy “too |? - - _ - -~ she nid. <i i hi mn nd all is L 1 d } he beautiful o Wags the World : i ee mu un a dd Skid again. re & 4 u "% ah kain't read,’ By Clarence L. Cullen | "Then get some ono to read it to 1910, lw The Pres Publiching Co, (The New York Evening World i 79" HE man who brags abou. the in- mind, And the woman who culti-| i" PUPS ETE aced Pickle ndence of his convictions ,Vates the “mysterious,” “subtle” pose vely at the stupidity of men whieh | its her to get away with it, The st thing that men do in the y nce of such a Wuman Is to look act stupid de somehow always 1 am ashamed of rinds us of }m: ith lags oek It off, | “Dong fothing “out will come ably the time 1 A man won't re When, on Saturd the sardonic dowagers of the winter Jresort hotel sve the pretty young marrted woman Gome downstairs all dolled up, and Wearing her week-end Lure OX on, in preparation for Jate afternoons, rmitted tle poem f ours ty all aly ra chum a girl as homely fence. Ho says that he al homely one un bis man friend being unable ¢ ved young f the n ed her throat and sald? r husband on the 'm going to give you this rhyme, train from the eity—how thos kie. L- would advive you to learn same sardonic dowagers (knowing |!t and recive it each morning as you ‘ ire preparing to take your bath,’ jWhat they think they know) do smile,|""syjunt” grunted Skid, That’ man naded on aim fand smile and smile! on o aie the two ils, he's asked 19 | d smile mile! jonly talees a bath when he falls into joomplete the party of four, (Wetoosed | 4¢ tho eiderly, fat, wheezy man do-|, “Who—me?" replied Pickie, frown. when he uncofled this and pers | ia) OR TEKPAK OR Ne on | PE ‘ited bite 10 suppoao that he was | eerhe anwe: OF foxtrot, oF healtation "ives, yoh!" said @kid, threnteningiy, tied hin to suppose that he was i with a pretty young woman really] «4 me young men," said hiss thing new, But the in- iiity of the prec jcould know What is passing in her! Doolittle. “Go home, ‘show your girl and ver |mind with regard to him ho wouldn’t| poems to your folks and tell them litury minute, in our) you have learned a great and lastin, opinion, in tangoing away from there,| lesson. ‘Tell them you have fount tranquillity. Will you?" asked holding up bis poem, "replied the postess, "In t the winter resort hotel knew what | Skid was thought of HIM by the saturnine, elderly and not #o elk Woinen those papers you will both tind much rocking back and forth, with th that will benefit you.” work, he'd feel so mucii like a! As Miss Doolittle moved away toe ld mus" to the ina nan August day that he'd have to | Skid and Pickie unrolled their poems senger boy to tell him the, and were disappointed at finding nothing wrapped in them, call am to be understood by the male ‘difference, ; 80 infuriated the drunkard t | Pluto's neck and hanged the cat to a tree in his garden, “- | A Strange j {and nurso for iittle Jack, Jwere setued in our new ; replied Skid, “Wiekle only thought he | Roked vide r, yet he had the same The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune Copyright, 1916, by The Vres Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), No. 99.--THE BLACK CAT, by Edgar Allan Pane. T HE man and his wife hud a huge black cat, Pluto by neme; @ creature so uncannily clever as to seem to justify the old tras dition that black cats are witches in disguise. Drink was beginning to affect the man's brain. One night he came home crazy drunk. At sight of him Pluto ran away. Angered at his pet's fear, the man struck at the frightened beast with his penknife, Tho blow blinded one of the cat's eyes, Thenceforth the maimed beast always fled in terror from him. This it one morning he put a slip noose around That night, the man's house burned down. He and his wife were awakened barely in time io escape through the flames, At dawn, nothing remained of their home but one compartment wall that rose grimly above the wreckage. Etched against the white plaster of this wail the man fan- cied he could trace the outlines of a gigantic cat, a rope around its neck. Tho loss of his home and of much ef his wealth drove the man still further toward insanity. Moving to a hovel in another neighborhood, he drank more and more heavily, Late one night, In a saloon, a big black cag came up to him, purring and rubbing itself against be eee he cat was the ima Pluto (even to the lose except that Pluto had been wholly black d this cat had an irregular bloteh of white on its Resemblance, chest ton took a strange fancy to the beast. He * nkeeper to sell it to him, The saloonk r replied that the not hist that he hod never see So tho new cat was installed in th And presently—for 0 reason J explain—he began to hate it as crasily as he had hated ito, But, somehow, he fear y strike or in a way injure the animal, Vor he felt an almost superstitious terror of it, The more so when he noticed the white marks ou yest were in the exact shape of a gallows. One day he and lis wife went to the cellar for firewood, The vat went with them. It got it of the man’s fect, as he was descending the cellar 8 Moat ca him to fall headway, Ra overcame his fear, He swung 4 » aloft to Kill the eat. Fis wife sprang forward to save the uxe bhule crashed (hromeh her skull, She fell dead at her And the sight robbed hin of his last feeble hold upon sah madman with all a madman's perverse cunnin his crime, But b 1 no wish to p ite penalty. So he planned } to hide his wife's At length he dug out @ niche in the cellar wall, pluced Vietim in the niche, and carefully walled it up t the black eat had ateo vanished. The man slept soundly that first time in weeks, A few days later the police came ta h the cottag The man accompanied them on Ch aeaaananaanaaainil trip. lic chuckled as they examined the cellar |g } A Lunatic’s i withomt suspecting w was hidden there. As they Blunder. turned to leay ud. § riking the new , ‘ cellar wall he exclaimed: tlomen, this house is well constructed As if in answe F 1 hideous shriek sounded f an ‘nea ed anguish and triumph, threw thomsely The patch of fresh masonry tumbled outward, There, in the he, was reveaied Above her crouched the black ca i accidentally e The Woman Who Dared | 4 —— By Dale Drummond —- e New York Kecning We Covrright, 1916, vy The 1 : CHAPTER XLV n wondered if any one was ever su happy 1, All the sorrow, the WAS right, Two days atter | disappointments of my life were swal- he signed the papers mak- {lowed up in the glad fact. The man ing Jack legally nobe| I loved was wafting. for me, It passed away. 3 tina | ened nl it 1 saw ‘s smile in ~ everything. | was rantly happy. by bis side when the OF) During this last month Neil Lamar stole across his f unexpected visit. “Kiss me, Ka that Erle and ho murmured, and as 1b bent over lim | y married and ex. he wa plai ed the Ih took an | busines | | ierine, and to be ny plans concerning. the 1 neue my busi Mi e,"" she declared ful fashion, "fC way another minute, > you remember a little tale we had, stherine, many years ago, before 4s were married? You what I should do if I found r 1 was married that I loved else? That T bad married ap ‘ aris Went with ine a uldn't si Bric Lucknow cume to me when we NM ens K step, the si 5 ous | os manner rad always hi He spent ob an hour um so with me, but simply os @ friend. 2 Do you recall the Whe next montis were busy one The business, Jack, filled my days) “Yes, 1 remember it very well® & and many of my evenings. ‘The others | ! pu said you didn’t think de, Lb went out bat ya Woman to sit down lke were given io F littl d the long, pleasant hours we] time cat just because she had spent together were all the entertain + matrime nder. And € ment I craved, |rold you T shouldn man spoil “What will you do with the shop?" | my life if L could help it he asked one pight in the fall, about Yet that's just) what you did, a year after kall's death. herine, He's dead, and Ul say I have thinking of that, Eric, hing harsh about him, but my 1 have bude up a big business. T hute| heart ached for you all the years you to wive it up. Suppose Linitiate Mra.jspont win him, Yet even then & 4 jae thanagement of it, and); Knew you would never Jeave him, still keep a guiding " at you were too convehtional, that 5 would) make you hapoler, {you wouldn't DARE.” Katherine, 1 have no objections. « Pat dared to play the better, though you must know it is not es-jnobler part.” Eric said. He had 1 have alt,” jJoined us unnoticed, we were so bus- now, “E know iy talkin Hard. enough it hi lyou are a very rich man, but unless |beon for her, and—for me; hard a j¥ou object | Should like to try my) t tried to persuade her to do other plan, ‘There's little Jack, you know." | wise, T know she has been right all, “L know, dear, and if you prefer to|t iy through, The woman who keep th usiness for him, do se, al- to be true to herself.” though f will gladly do for him he-| ifter all she has been a woman cause of your love and—T'll confess | who dared Nell laughed as she lit. dear, Iam fond of the little chap | left me alone with the man who so my_ husband, yaelf.” svon was to me HE END. We were to be married in a month —y \a | Green? lalcohol one and nobod: ero's brain Mise| any mo: Making a Hit. By Alma Woodward, The Now York Rrening World) and Worcestershire sauce before — but them in--makes all the difference my dear, n that bottle of bee ¢ ihe opener? Oh, dear, every ime L get a cise er the 1 think it's #0 much|an opener and wo never can And one more fun when every one has] Isn’ limit? No, don't open it Pe dent sou, ME of the buffet, you' finger in ay ae sept ree oh it, Can't you open ie oun Yes, dear, Ik ar teeth, or something ?—and if you usin jm] don't hurry the cheese will get all And we could have an| tough Eddie, beat the yolks of those twa ess in that little bow! and beat ‘ery {up light, Keddie. Why, didn't you | know that eggs kept it from bel: stringy, Mrs, Brown? Indeed! How funny! L thought everybody knew Copyright, 110, iy The Vrews 0 With a Welsh Rabbit, nes ts speaking, Hut M juni eRe “Ur thonnanda, whe’ have. the right, everybody must| electric one, because the current is ere, but I said to George right, hertie use of apending all tha money when this one is in pe condition?” And, anyway, I like to Jook at the cute little blue flame. Hthat little thing. Will Perry, you come here and cut! “Tr may seem a lot of fussing, tolice, the cheese—that's your job. Yes, of | but wait till you taste it. George ale course, cut it all—it won't be any too] ways says that [ make the best rabs much when you folks get at it. And) pit he ever ate, Beats the restauran:s cut, it small, Will, and if that knife ail hollow, he thinks. Now, jour ta Hign't sharp enougi use your penknif «KS, slowly, Eddie, while > keep | Is the lamp filled, George? Shake rring, Fine! Why, you're a reg. it and find out, because I think we're| ular ct die. Now it'll be ready Jow on wood alcohol, and f hate to/ ina second, Some one put the tones | burn grain aleohol in a hating dish) on the plates |What's that you said, Mrs. Hrown?| Oh! o-oh! Something’ Oh, yes, that's quite enough butter.) Look! All kind of malate cn ene This is’ my own little recipe and it! side and lumpy in the centre, I don't never goes wrong. | know what it is, I'm sure, unless Will you hand me that box, Mr.| Hic didn't beat the eggs tight. On Brown? Of course that's the sami you all know that the ingredi. kind of mustard that you make mu ‘cause you saw ne we i nts are good, tard plasters of. Didn't you know | pnt them in. And it'll taste all right that? Certainly, it's good to eat, You! But, POSIT) TIVELY, vi fee, I mix my paprika and mustard betore! BLY, it never happened ry