The evening world. Newspaper, February 9, 1916, Page 14

The Evening ‘World Daily Maga She World. ESTABLISHBD BY JOSEPH PULITZER. Published Daily Bxoept Oangey by ate Prose Fudliching Sompany, Nos. 63 to iow, New You RALPH. 1 President, 63 Park Row. soubiott PURSUE, Froseersiats Pea how: Entered at the OF! Now York BecondCh Matt Subscription Rater to tne’ iver Dastans ae ‘World for the United States and Canada, All Countries In the International Postal Union, $8.60) One Year. w80lOne Month. csceee RUSSIA PREPARED. memory.” “A nage of slaughter. Russia, announces Gen. Polivanoff, is now ready. The munition crisis is a thing of the past. Fresh, well-drilled recruits will take the Places of the dead and disabled. “We have a permanent reserve large| enough to enable us to keep all the unite up to their full strength | without having to send to the front half-trained men.” A hint of what Russia’s experience has cost in eacrifice is the War, Minister's significant comment on the importance of full training for all troops: Tt has been observed that the morale of the soldier is apt to deteriorate when he sees his company, which originally had 250 or 300 men, reduced to a few dozen. “An unpleasant memory.” What nation, however high the stand- ard of the volunteers whom it might count on to defend it, would not wish to take the last precaution in advance to spare itself euch memories ? a ate The Thompson committees may presently discover some bonus that Father Knickerbocker received from the Interbor- ough or J. P. Morgan @ Co. at the time of the dual subway con tract, Or was the old gentleman entirely overlooked? ——————_-4+- THE ARMOR PLATE BRAND. T ® fair sample of the sort of patriotism that prosperity produces and prepareduess must reckon with, _ These same makers of armor plate have admitted that in order to swell their profits from new business they have been selling armor | plate io foreign governments more cheaply than to the United States. Now they propose to bleed their own Government to the extent of an extra $24,000,000 on what they sell it for ite immediate needs ff there is any more talk about Government ownership of armor plants. It has ali along been clear that when the country got ready to talk preparedness on its practical side we should see where certain industries and interests really stood. There seems to be no doubt where steel stands: National Defense means, firet and last, profits on armor plate. If the Government is @eing into the business, then private makers of armor plate must be paid in advance their regular profits plus those they hoped to pile up. Preparedness ie getting itself defined. ‘The armor makers have made clear their notion of it. phe eae Paris refuses to listen to Wagner. Ottawa balks at the New York Symphony Orchestra (in which, as it happens, there are only four Germans who are not naturalized American citi- zens). Why hasn't music drawn up its code of neutrality? ing} Por England and the Continent and UNPLEASANT MEMORY, but, fortunately, only a The Russian Minister of War thus refers to a state of national unpreparedness which sent millions of half-trained troops, | lucking equipment, lacking munitions, to take theif chances in a car-| HE threat of private armor plate manufacturers in this country to raise the price of armor plate $200 a ton if Congress votes to build or buy armor plate factories for the Government is| a e “THE ORANGE STANDARD.” HE Women’s Club of Orange, N. J., may not succeed in stand- ardizing low-necked evening gowns at the full height it is aiming for. Nevertheless the Orange Standard will not have Deen proclaimed in vain. Few American women ever really like to have their dress called unseemly, When criticism gathers force, unconsciously they make eoncessions. Whenever they pursue any extreme of style to certain lengths something ie pretty eure to draw them back toward modera- tion and modesty, A couple of years ago this town was shocked by the famous X- ray summer skirt. It was more than a nine days wonder. Yet before we had a chance to get used to it public taste condemned it and it began to disappear. Last summer it was a rare phenomenon here- abouts. The same way with the peek-a-boo shirtwaist, so-called. Everybody shuddered at what it might develop into. But it grew betier before it had time to grow worse. And so with short skirta, slashed skirts, harem skirts and all such menaces to modesty and decorum, The Orange Standard asserts itself in time. Fashion shrugs and scorns to conform, but takes heed, nevertheless, and turns back. Hits From Sharp Wits. Tere are times when one's philoso-( olden days before sweethearts knew that Kissing phy won't work, because It iy out of to pneumonia, ty- harmony | X | | | | | | oo © | [66 QVAY, kid,” said Lucile, the wait- | ress, as the newspaperman { took a seat in the Little res- taurant, “do I look like a Mterary per- son?” “{ don't know,” ne replied with @ smile, “Why?” “Well, I'm the author of a moving ‘picture scenarious, |before yesterday. It's a restaurant story called ‘Two Fried Eggs." “Have you sold tt?” “Now that's the part that I'm dub- dious about. You eee, u fellow comes in here and, after ordering a ham sandwich, beckons me to him, “ ‘Listen,’ he say! ‘I'm scenarius editor for a big film company, 1 want to get a film about a restaurant. Why don’t you write it for me? You look bright.’ “1 see he's serious—that is, 1 think I do; so 1 ay I'll try, He ays be'll come back in the afternoon, and out he goes without thinking of a up nor nothing gratuitous, I'm off from 1 to 2 o'clock that day, so | go out in |the dishwashing department and {write the scenarius with a pencil, It tells how a fellow orders two fried ‘eggs and falls in Jove with the wait- jress because they're good ones. He asks her to marry him and she does. Then she turns out to be « imitation lof a wife and he yows he'll never @at eggs again. <A friend finally gets him to reconnoiter bis decision and he jeats six egge at one sitting. Then he ‘finds his friend has a chicken farm and that makes them enemies for life, You see, his friend double- crossed him for gold, | “Well, the scenartus editor comes about 3 o'clock and I hand him the He glances them over and natural born scenarius I wrote it day in papers. jaays I'm a writer | “Now, lsten,’ he saya, ‘I'l sell this to my firm’ for $100, but I must have 5 per cent. for my trouble. That's | five dollars.’ H Fair enough!’ I says. ‘You gimme Fat Chance! Lucile, the Waitress By Bide Dudley — Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Co, (‘The New York Evening World.) zine, Wednesday, Februar ote Rees ale, —— By Roy L. Copyright, 1916, ry The Pres: Pubitshi | was the night of Madame Sing- vell’s recital, and Mrs, Jarr and those of her select social Were on the point of nervous pros- scenarius editor. “'No, 1 saya. scenariuses.’ “Well, listen, kid! Somehow, I got @ feeling that there's something de- Want to meet him?” ‘I couldn't write cayed in Denmark, the Fifth| tration. For a week past there had Reader used to sayin school, That| been emotional, conversational and fellow listens phoney to me now. But| almost physical contests between all In a life-time. What Uterary waitress bring you?" hall the! Meg, Jarr and her dressmaker. By J. H. Cassel The Jarr Family McCardell —— 6 Co. (The New York Brentng World.) through that dark crack in the wall that is called a ‘private hall” tal. He was under strict orders, how- ever, not to leave the premises in case he was needed to go out for) anything. So he walked the narrow in| circle apartment houses of moderate ren-|threwing on a bath robe, hurried into “Two fried eggs,” sald the news- paperman, Lucile's hand went to her forehead. “Don't, kid!” she sald. “Take beans or hash, will you? The title you just renunciated to me gives me a five- dollar headache.” All day in the Jarr household—or! pathway of the “private hall” in the at least such part of the day as Mr.| gloom and wondered if he would ever Jarr was home—and he came home! be weulthy enough to have a separ- early under letters of marque from ate pair of suspenders for every pair his wife, because of the great event; of trousers he possessed. Few men, of the evening—Mr. Jarr wandered!even the most successful, ever ob- | | waken you. y 9. 1916 o Copy R. AND MRS. BREDE joined were a young couple; good IM iThe Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune . 1016, by The Prews Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) | THE NICE PEOPLE; by H. C. Bunner. the jolly little summer colony at the Jacobus boarding house on the crest of Orange Mountain. They looking, amusing, and still devoted to each other, although they had evidently been married for 6ev jeral years. Also, they seemed to be rich; for Mrs, Brede wore a new dress levery day. ‘They were very popular at the Jacobus boarding house from the day Y arrived le. The people to whom they said this But a little later Brede mentioned | ment as , that they lived at | A Queer | 3 Tangle of Lie eee? ‘This was too much, the boarders compared notes. queer about these two “nice people.” climbed the Matterhorn—surely since he was in Switzerland. Others of the guests brought to past? And promptly came the reply: Jacobus was horrified. amination, As a result, Brede flared | notel. the porch steps. parasol. The sun was hot and | Od | § The Mystery } 13 Explained. 3 W8Y, didn't you ® | the bride, as they "I recognize the obligations of the | the way to the nearest bar. ! OHAPTER V. } OBERT HARDING raised bim- self on his elbow, at once con- scious that he had overslept. He would be late at the office, an al- most unforgivable crime in the eyes of his employer. Although it was so late, he felt tired, stale, Suddenly he remembered, He and Jane had quar- relied until late in the night—quar- relled about nothing that he could Fe-| member—that is, in the beginning. | He slipped quietly out of bed, and \the kitohen. Quickly he made a cup of coffee on the gas stove, then re- turned to the bedroom and gently woke Jane. “Come, dear, tt is horribly late. You |were sleeping so soundly I hated to But if you drink the coffee night away it will help a lot. You can have breakfast ready by the time I ain dressed,” and without wait- ing for an ancwer he disappeared tate | ! the bathroom. Jane yielded to his caress, but did not return his kiss. Robert pretend- | one of the two “nice people” had spoken in jest or by the hearers. So the incident was forgotten, |to the number of their children or the address of their home. As she raised It, out flew a shower of rice. boarders changed to a how! of laughter.. All the women bore down upon the dreadfully embarrassed Mrs. Brede. “You poor dear atlly children!" laughed one of them. When a Man’s Married =— By Dale Drummond — Why Your Clothes Are Not Becoming —— By Andre Dupont Copyright, 1916, ty The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) Colors That Set Off the Complexion. ID you ever read a list of becoming colors? A list in which you are told D that a blonde should wear such and such shades if she wants to look her best and that the brunette should clothe herself in quite other and much more assertive tints to enhance her loveliness? Ever take any of the And were you ever so unbecomingly dressed in your life? It did not work out nearly as well aa it sounded. That is because such Nsts are worthless for all practical purposes, Their compilers seem to labor under the impression that all women are either blondes or brunettes; whereas the majority are neither one nor the other, but all sorts of inter- mediate types. Generalities about dress are of no particular use, What with the other fellow’s.—| phoid, grippe, colds and all sorts of | $9 and keep the deficiency.’ \ we need aro a few important details, Toledo Blade diseases.—Macon News. “But, he continues, ‘i must have If a woman has straw color or ye eae gar” |the five now, to show sincerity on| Ught brown hair we call her a blonde, ‘The theory that poverty fs no dis- z arp at ea your part.’ regardless of what the tone of her grace in not a good excuse for ahitt-| goog early tue quickest mmay te wet tn) "well, kd, darn if 1 don’t fall tor| skin may be. But such a woman, if Jeusness Ce and er aati tate | m'so full of the idea of seeing | she has a sallow complexion or skin bes praine her cookings Columbie Bite? | Two Fried Eggs’ on the screen that that iy dark and muddy, should wear Telephone giris continue to roll thelr king. —Col | tilp him the five and he goes on entirely different colors from the vs wimereifully, but they can't do| go " oak ia eating. He says he'll be back next | woman with the same hair and rosy much to other Jetters of the} ery nny mee Thea Tate dole eta te | corning: I'm so pleased at myself checks, The sallow or dark skinned aiphabet—-Toledo Blade. piven them concusmon ee te, neads | with having done it all that I Just] woman with Hight hair looks well in iy ia Pree SDR, 90 “| Jean on the counter and conjure up | & rather warm shade of dark blue, ST faite ‘tation ig * yah Mee Sees |wrhat J'h, do with the money.” W nile Hot midnight blue, but a ttle brighter Breen cs Sellow mars : ape a m stan , Edna, who started shade and in pale turquolse, A so: Bee ne hover give bg pay went ine bot Ms b Srery man B liv: to work here only recent, comes along | shade of pink is becoming; but any- Wick Fe he usually finds a better one holding | miter DAES BAIGOE, | thing bright in this color will make It must have been glorious in the| down tho job. Boston ‘Traveeric: c Hello says Edna to him. a ‘Where her look “washed out Very dark , rip 1s the cash for my scenarius? | red can also be worn, and a warm Te 8 xt: wee. | Il bring it in to-morrow,’ he says. | fawn color, but gray 1s disastrous, ————| “I'm remonstrating the ‘situation She can wear white and black, if set letters From the People. over in my mind when another new off by white, but, unrelieved, it will i \gir) named Grace comes along, She make ‘her look ‘very sallow, The Por which to prosecute the offenders with 8s the editor, woman with the game shade of hair Fo the Fai due severity, JTW. Hot my hundred? she asks. Then but with color in her skin can wear ree ae - hada? is: ‘I'm from the Dreamland gray, sand color, green and cadet At thin time of ne and for ete le ' you know!" flue as well ag all'the tints mentioned eign influence Congress should show $ | Why, howdy!’ says tho editor. | for her paler sister, In fact, she some wort of activity and pasy the to the discussion on| ‘Sure I've got it, It's in the bank. | looks well in almost anything but MN irae tas wadiras ecchevitis should @ person pay 10/T'll go right out and write you a! brilliant purple or very bright red, Re eat crit ane tevcine more on his bill than | check and fetch it back.’ } The dark haired woman with pale vant 0 a ‘Olu tis asked of hir instance, if you| “He quits his banquet and goes out, skin, and the true brunette, and the tionary t might — plot | wet © hatreut why should | glancing back. Edna and Grace come | dark haired rosy cheeked type, naturally do not all look their best in the against ad safety of our|you tip t You are paying | to me smiling. ‘We're each going to|same shades, Dark hair with color can wear pale blue, all shades of pink, Reput Go Ment possesses for vi When you pay the) get a hundred bones for writing pie-|tan color, purple, shades of rich dark green, dull tones of red and yellow, the menns to check any atwck, but I|cashier your check, He is making a| ture sconariuses, says Edna, ‘Why | White is becoming to nearly all types, but dark haired women look better in it has no adequate lawe under Iliving trom you, ‘M, |don't you try it? That's a big soft cream white rather than the a i blue-white, advice, and experiment on yourself?! {tain wealth to this extent. True, Mr, | Jarr did not have many pairs of trou- sers; stil, to be rich enough to have suspenders, separate and distinct for ‘each pair of trousers he did possess, was a vision of wealth beyond the dreams of avarice! While meditating upon this thing, | of black shoes needed heeling, if that fact would he noticed by Mrs, Jarr when he attired himself for the re- cital, the telephone rang. Gertrude | charged past him for the instrument, ‘followed by Margaret, the, hair- dresser, Gertrude emerging from her jjroning in the kitchen and Margaret |from Mrs, Jarr’s boudolr, holding the door almost entirely shut inst her {lawfully wedded husband, while she ‘called after both handmaidens or- | ders to threaten the dressmaker with death and loss of patronage in case Mrs, Jarr’s gown was not delivered at 4 P. M., as promised by the dress- maker under oath. “If she says she is going to disap- point me, tell her I'l send Mr. Jarr | around for it, even if he has to take a policeman with him!” cried Mrs, Jarr in anguished accents. But the telephone call was not from Mrs. Jarr's dressmaker, It was for Mr. Jarr from Jack Silver on impor- tant business. ? Mr. Silver requested Mr.“Jarr to meet him at 8 P. M., sharp, at the St, Vitus Hotel, as there was, as Mr. Sil- ver significantly remarked, “a hen on.” As this hen was to hatch some money for them both, Mr. Jarr sald he would be there at the time ap- pointed, Hearing this, Mrs. Jarr would have burst into tears, except for the fact that Margaret had already lald the foundation of her complexion, “How can you go there at 8 o'clock to talk business when we are to be at the Hotel St. Croesus for Madame Singvell’s recital at half past elght?” asked Mro. Jarr. But Mr, Jarr said it could be ar- ranged. What happened will be told to-morrow. yd | and wondering also, as his only pair) ed not to notice, but he felt hurt that sbe repulsed him, and ewallowing his breakfast hurried for hie train. When he reached the office he re- |ceived a reprimand for being late, He expressed his regret and promised it should never happen again, “It better not!” his employer tn- formed him, “I can reach the office on time, and I expect my clerks to do the sam I don't think I am unrea- sonable,” sarcastically. Robert was a steady, faithful em- ployee, but scarcely understood his lown worth. His promotions had \been slow, and he naturally envied the more brilliant young men who forged ahead more rapidly. Mr. Bar~ ton, his employer, knew, however, and had long had Rapert slated in his mind for @ substantial raise. ‘As he returned home that night— ‘OU know, there used to be a time, not so long ago, when the movie people could put over a good many things on a long-suffering public, For instance, I've heard audt- ences whisper: “They must have taken those pictures in India!” about a set consisting of three papler | mache palms, a Boy Scout tent and a | decrepit settee, But not any more! The periscopic eye of the movie fan |has the X-ray screaming for mercy. All of which leads up to my tale of | woe, The director- called me into the |sanctum last Friday and sald: | “Remember that scene in “Che Es- litmo's Escapade’ that we took last October? The one where we used !two carloads of salt for snow? Well, we gotta do that over again. The jboss says that salt looks like per- | |tectly good plaster of paris and he isn't going to spoil the whole picture for that_one scene.” Last October is pretty far back to remember in the movie business. I} had to think hard to recall whether I had played an Eskimo maid or a sportive seal. Then It came to me! I played the spirit of the aurora bo- realis that scared a couple of Eskimos | to death. Dear feader, do you vision| to yourself the costume fitting to the robe? If I remember correctly, it was three-quarters of a yard of malines, of five pastel shades, Oh, yes, and a gilt star for the forehead. “Have @ heart!” I begged him, In fact, the boarders used to refer to them as “the nice pedo For a week or so everything went along pleasantly Then, all at once, the other boarders began to talk. It seemed, Brede had happened to eay that he and his wife had two |children. And Mrs, Brede had said, the day before, that they had three. compared notes, It was decided that had been misunderstood the mumber of their New York apart- “186” on a certain uptown street. Mrs, Brede had told some one else No, 184. And again people wondered. One evening the talk on the veranda turned to the subject of mountain climbing. connected with his climbing of the Matterhorn a year or so before. Mrs. Brede broke in on the story by say! @he had not known of his climb or that he had ever been in Switzerlan After the Bredes had left the veraftda that night Apparently, there was something very, very Brede told an anecdote Husband and wife had not . creed as Brede had their marriage, since it was but a year or two ago—and had never mentioned it to his wife nor let her know Nght still more discrepancies in the | Stories told by the couple. And the conseneus of opinion was that the “nice people" were most-fluent Mare, But why had they told these lies about their Because they had something to hide, At length the boarders decided that the Bredes were not married at all. And one busybody voiced the general suspicion to old Jacobus, the landlord. He sent for Brede and put him through a cross-ex- up and demanded his bill, Jacobus gave it to him and added a few stern mora! precepts, All the boarders were gathered on the veranda as the Bredes left the Looking neither to the right nor left, the evicted couple started down Mrs. Brede put up her parasol—a new The frigid silence of the tell us?” “We didn't want to be taken for a bridal couple. We didn't dream what awful ltes we'd have to tell,” sobbed escorted her up the steps again in triumph, { Brede turned to the grinning men. . @tuation,” he said, gravely, as he ted Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World.) without the candy which he had te- tended to take Jane as a peace otter. ing—he determined to work harder than ever to please Mr, Barton, and 80 try and efface the bad impression made by his tardiness of the mora- ing. He had forgotten Jane's re- mark when they first came to West- Jand, that he “must never leave her alone or she would die of loneliness.” ‘Oh, Robert!” Jan pees him, “you should see th larling Httle apartment Mrs. Fisher's sister lives in in New York. It is too sweet for ‘Oh, way up on Riverside Drive And, Robert, tt bas the dearest guest room, in white, with the loveliest wild rose border, and”—— a fe on there, dear. You'll seen exhaust your stock of ad, the rate you are going,’ ere “That's right, make fun of me when I attempt to tell you anything. Mos on would be willing to Toten at “Pardon me, dear, I didn’t make fun. Go on, tell m: ‘all abour this wonderful apartment,’ “Mra. Fisher's sister is perfeotiy lovely. I mean she looked lovely, but who wouldn't if they had such - face. gorgeous clothes? She had on +4 gown, all shimmery green end gold, and the sweetest “But I thought you were to tell me about the Sparen “T am, can't you wait a min- ute? You are so impatient. I never knew a man like you. Most men are interested in what interests their wives, but you never pay attention to anything I say.” “I do pay attention, dear, but run from one thing to another so fast tt ts hard to keep track of you. And. dear, don't think too much of River- side apartments and such things, Tt will only make you unhappy.” (To Be Continued.) Mollie of the Mevies By Alma Woodward -- — Copyright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening Worl ) “Can't you change the the spirit of the North, #o's 1 ean wear white fox?" “Orders!” he answered, curtly, “We'll rig up a tent with an oll stove in it, o's you can go in and get warm every few minutes, You won't cater cold.” Later on he made one concession He allowed me to wear a pale pin canton flannel union suit under th tulle, just so's my feet were bare ang looked natural, “Ay the spirit of the aurora borealis, it was up td me to prance elfinly on the shores of the lake. I've got awfully tender feet, anyway—and in five seconds they re- sembled nothing so much as two very rare and tempting bits of beef, ’ Along comes the sled, bearing the startled Eskimos aud drawn by four flerce Eskimo dogs. These here an}- mals get one slant at my feet, beat it for a Ari dash the sled to bits the trunk and tear loose the harness, By that time, surmrces that she {s their objective point, Nth, Mollie in covering snow-covered ter plore, with a Breed that the aurora , In propria persona, nev borealis, In propria persona, never ap- They rescued me from the floor of a diseased pine tree. araren until the delicate trac: pry of the North Bad tattooed my fair flesh something cruel, And then I found ¢ e rea- son, und out the rea hey never fed those dogs till noon! And here we were taking pictures a: 9 A.M. Honest, somebody's car Lg is going to be the death of ye aracter to