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agen ’ _ Por even when adding in the opposite The Evening World Da 3 «he EGE Biorid. ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. Pudlist¥e Dally Brcept sun. by the Press Publishing Zompany, Nos. 53 to $3 Row, New York. ATZBR, President, 6% Park Row. ANOUE SHAW treagurer 6s Pang Ri soobed BOA See Beoretary, # Park Row, Entered @vbdscription Rates to The Bven! @ World for the United States ‘and Canada, ‘One Year... One Month.......-.+ VOLUME 56... at the Post-Office at New York as Gecond-Claws Matter For England and the Continent and in the International All Countries Por $3.60] One Year. .201One Month “CLOSE TO THE GOVERNOR.” HE Gillespie letters, first published yesterday by The Evening! World, throw further light upon the amazing confidence of Interborough and allied interests jn their ability to lay re. training hands on legislation or gain the private ear of State o even the highest. T. A. Gillespie, holder contract “L—with profits aggregating 14 per of the cowi-—doubtiess| took care to be well informed when, writing to his brother in Nov her, 1914, he named Lemuel Ely Quigg as “the nearest man to Gover mor-elect Whitman.” | Me $8,500 check which the same Mr. Gillewpie hended Mr.} Quigg two months later was significantly timed. The Legislature) was then considering measures of no little interest to the Gillespie) firm. More important still, preparations were on foot to appoint a} of the hird the fo tracking ‘ent In legislative committee to investigate the Public Service Commission | and the puble utility companies of this city. The immediate presence) wt Albany of « man of Mr. Quigg’s peculiar gifts and influence may) well have seemed desirable. The proposed investigation was not halted. ‘The committee was and all subsequent attempts to cut short ite work have) failed. Nevertheless, questions are still to be answered: Why, since Mr. Quigg is in the service of neither State nor public, @hould anybody be sure of his ability to influence the conduct of pub- ‘Ho business ? What eort of figure ie presented by the Governor of the State of ‘New York, when traction interests and contractors make their plans and launch their projects with the understanding that the “neares!: man to the Governor” is a professional accelerator of legislation? a + ONLY 800 YARDS. OLLOWING desperate fighting along Vimy Ridge, south of F Arras, the Germans claim the capture of 800 yarde of trenches. Report haa it that German losses in thie movement have totalled 60,000. Sixty thousand men for only 800 yarde! ‘At that rate what would be the cost of advance along the entire western front? , Estimating the battle line across France from Belgium to Switz- erland at 450 miles, there are 790,000 yards, or 990 sectors of 800 yards each. If 60,000 in killed, wounded and prisoners hed to be cal- culated as the price of gain in each sector, the total cost of a general forward movement would have to be reckoned at 59,400,000 men! And this would take only the first line of French trenohes. many places there are two or three lines behind. » The whole world could not furnish armies colossal enough to be sacrificed at that pace. The price of the first advance in the west, however limited, that can fairly be hailed as « telling victory is bound to be appalling if we are to judge by the tens of thousands ost in taking o few yards of trenches that mean nothing. At the rate of 60,000 men for less than half a mite Germany can only grind herself to exhaustion. sake RB hal DO A THOROUGH JOB. HB whole city heartily echoes the wish of the Broadway Asso~ ciation that New York’s great thoroughfare may presently be something better than « plank roed rigged up to coyer ww tibah. (While hopeful that temporary paving can soon be laid down along Bevsdway from the Battery to Twenty-third Street, President Thomp- Wem wevertheless reconciles himself to the prospect of having the rent torn up agsin in « few years. Farth must settle around pipes em conduits before it will be safe to put down « permanent pavement. ‘And meanwhile, we suppose, the temporary asphalt, or whatever {e yas down, will be at the mercy of any public service corporation ‘that chooses to take its own time about renewing its wires or pipes. Dareless filling will result in the neva! cracks, holes and jagged edtibtes. (Why, with thie solid subway structure for a foundation, cannot most of Broadway be laid down scientifically and permanently instead ef being hastily ‘covered over and left to eee what happens? Now fe the time. Plot out a system for cables and wires, make every mtility company attend to its repairs, and lay a solid, lasting surfa Why must the paving of the city be forever left at loose ends, always “to be made permanent later”? Let’s get at least Broadway finiehed. Hits From Sharp Wits. Just as well to remember that the bird with the brightest feathers doesn’t always have the sweetest song.—Philadelphia Telegraph. ee It is impossible for a person who hasn't the habit of stopping to think to be tactful . @t all is that they are always willing to play. se 8 ‘Was there ever a woman who really looked as good when she got up in the morning she did four hours later when she came down town all dolled up?-—Macon News * 8 8 Anyway, the man who builds castles in afr ts his own landlord.—Memphis Commercial Appeal, | . a 18 Some men are born rich and others acquire express compan stock | Prohfbition States J rn . If foresight does not teach that the right way 15.als0 the easiest, exper- tence does.—Albany Journal. ee ts The worst trouble about young ladies who cannot play the piano well Dollars and Sense (Copyright, 1916. by H, J. FTEN in checking addition,” remarked a bookkeeper, “one repeats the same er- By H. J. Barrett Barrett.) 66 “Next add the digits in your orig- inal remult; add again, thus obtains ing @ winglo digit. If your first oper- ation was correct. your single digit obtained by different mothods will! agree. For example direction from that followed In ob- taining your original sum. “Here is a method of proving your result whith is conclusive “Total the digits of each horizontal | line in the column added; repeat this m on the resulting column, eit digits. @igit by adding. | the | short of marvellous [ By Bide The Easiest Way Ellabelle Mae Doolittle Dudley —— Copgrighs, 1016, by Tho Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) LLABBLLD MAB DOOLITTLE, the great poetess of Delhi, be: lieves that animals are pos- geseed of minds capable of appreciat- 1 real art. She hadn't thought of thia until just the other day, Miss Doolittle had a rag around her head and wes dusting the parior in tho family home, Pegasus Manor, Two plotures, one a very cheap chromo and the other an expensive oll paint- {ng done by ber gentioman friend, P. Silas Pettibone, the tonsorial artist, had ‘been placed on the floor against the wall, Elmira, the Doolittle cat, and Hop Sootch, the family dog, entered the room and examined both ictures. Now let's permit Miss Hittle to tell it. “Elmira,” she said, ‘sniffed at the chromo and went straight to the oll ing and sat before it. Hop jootch did exactly the same thing. | Immediately it was plain to me that animals have minds which can ap- preclate art. The cat and dog had deliberately selected the better pic- ture, I was astounded and at once decided to regard the pets around our home as being of high Intelli- gence.” Mias Doolittle made up her mind to write poems to the dog and cat and recite them to the little animals while petting them. She first wrote one to the cat. Here it Is Elmira, oh, Fimtin, dear! he “iny Love for, Jou. it Rive, hone. it won't Harry ube good "poetry make yours a happy ite, though it be. psig, child. homwy Wicketin We De. Huan while whiting Jon for them will be “atter I had read the poom to Elmira,” said Miss Doolittle, “the dear {ttle cat looked up at me and purred. Then 1 realized that she had ab- sorbed the beauty of the rhyme thoroughly and I felt brighter and went about my work singing.” The next- Miss Doolittle found time to write a rhyme to Hop Scotch. The dog came home for his noonday meal and tho poetess led him into the parlor, where she sat down on the floor bef him and In a gentile tone of voice read him his rhyme. Hop Scotch at first struggled to get away, but when he began to understand the beauties of the poem he settled Wown and listened at- tentively. ‘This is the poem Miss Doolittle wrote for the dog ‘world ts a aad place, Hop Soateh, ry a wed: y, father, the Hom, eter Aiwa ‘complains ‘of a bun! Hig mde hts Wim i the day Miss Doolittle declared the effect of poem on dog was nothing He jumped up at the conclusion of the reading and ran about the room barking, Then he made one leap through an open window and romped joyfully away down the street, The poetess took the rhymes to the meeting of the Art Society, a branch of the Delhi Wom- en's Betterment League, and read them, explaining her reason for writ- ing them. Several of the ladies begged copies to read to their dogs and cats. Miss Doolittle had dupli cates of eaoh rhyme made by Pid Wheeler, stenographer at the bank, and these she passed out graciously. The ladies applauded her with great sto. All were pleased. ily Magazine, Friday, Pebruary 11, 1916 ot Rot eon, J. H. Cassel Plots of Immortal By Albert Pa This homesickness drew them soldiers were inseparable. Every Sunday morning, jand their boyhood acquaintances. On the way back they always stopped to lean over a bridge and look driving a cow to pasture, She was courage to emile back at her. { j |It was the first time a them a wonderful adventure, A Queer Courtship. cents’ worth of r All this was racks—on Tuesday and on Thuraday, Though he borrowed money from The next Sunday, as usual, the t | country and sat down at the roadside sat, Presently they saw the girl com! and Lue strolled away. The girl nod le » } } The Lost ; | Comrade. eee Side b: L mont on what had happened, |river, They stood thus tn silence for “Are you trying to get a drink?” {went down and he turned a complete Luc, paralyzed with horror, saw thought it was an accident, Whena Ma | | | | CHAPTER VI. | 6 ¢] SHALL Lo late to-night,” Rob- | ert said the next morning as he remembered his resolution to — By Roy L. HILE Mrs, Jarr sat in Peacock | Alley arrayed in her new evening gown with fixin Mr. Jarr went to the hote! tel one, ‘The Jerre had stopped in at the| ornate St, Vitus Hotel where Mr arr | had a business engagement, previous to their going to the St. Croesus) Hotel, where tn the assembly room ot | the latter gilded” hostelry Madam} Leap Year Love Letters} | From the New Eve to the Old Adam By Nixola G Copyright, 1916, by The Prees Publishi No, VIIL EAR ADAM: Every now and |, then I meet women more modern than [ who tell me that I am a renegade and backslider just because I am going to be marricd, They say it 1s folly to surrender my freedom, that they would not give up their indepen- dence for any man alive, And T lis- ten sympathetically and apologize sometimes for my craven spirit, but all the time inside me there is a small mean voice that whispers that their opinions are flat-chested like themselves und that the reason taey cling so hard to their freedom is bo- cause they have never been urged suf- ficiently to give it up. In other words, I think like @ cat or a small-minded man, For of course these things are not #0. There are really women who value thetr work, their art or what- ever vague abstraction they worship more than the man they love, Yester- day I talked with one who was not lean and aesthetic, but blue-eyed and luscious, goft us a persimmon phy- | sically, but intellectually a granite monument to the new woman After di sing everything in the world she 1: “All marriage sim- mers down to sanity and friendship after a few years. Are you sure you can ever be friends with this Adam of yours? Have you sympathetic views about morals and the temperature of soup and vital things ke that? It may be that morals may be vital to you and soup to him. “Lhave be twenty ‘Then sho said: n in love with a man for years, and he cares for me, him twenty years ago that ver marry him, and n er » is self nd narrow and he wanted to take and # me down in the shadow of his Ife in- stead of urging » to make my own, I wanted to write booka, if have written books instead of giving him if dozen children which were a dition in his family "All my energ has gone into my work, and it is not because I think my work so important or because I think I do it #0 well, but because I made up my mind that there are no men for women like me—and Ike you, reeley-Smith | ing Co. (The New York Evening World. | She said ed before, to be their mates. “All my Iife I have wanted a man friend,” she told me, “Now, can a man be a I have had wonderful friends,” she said; “men with whom I could talk about Hfe and books; men to| whom I could take my troubles and who would tell me theirs. And then | one of us would strike the spark of} ‘ . re would be a kiss or two nd my friend was gone forever! | Jometimes | would try to conjure him back, but I found always in his stead a glassy-eyed lover who wanted to kiss me. Adam, that word she used, “glasey-| eyed," makes me shudder every time} 1 think of it. I don’t believe any wo- | man with any real romance or poetry or love in her could have uttered it in describing a man who had interested ship. her. But she meant every word. I don't belle her. I don't seo why & | man woman can't be stronger, better friends because they love each | other, and after they have ceased to! love each other So many married men and wo- comrades if they when they stop | people think ft is| | men could be splend | would only recoxn | being lovers, Som hard to determine when love ends. | | But I believe there is an infallible | | test—that love ceases when “do you! remember?” beg! Adam, dearest, when you be to| | say to me ‘do you remember the |tirst time I kissed you,” or when 1| say to you “Adam that was a wonder- {ful nieht five years nm- when we walked on the beach with our arins around each other,” I shall know that | lw » trying to galvanize a corpse. | 1 ve, vivid and wonderful, ts of the | present.’ For love, life is NOW and} | when it enters upon the “do you r |member?” stage when is NOW becomes a THEN smelling of | lavender or dead violets then it is time to name the honorary pall bearers. Vor love is dead and the most we can hope for is that friendship will come to the funeral, Dear Adam at this moment all the} past, all the future run together in al glorious NOW which had no begin- ; Which I hope may have no end. The Jarr Family Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World. | \Jarr, answering for Mrs, Jarr, got in| jand Mrs, Jarr's dearest friend as best Just so long as you do not cross the/angry at the stupid hotel people line which divides love and friend=/egpecially that stupid telephone | work harder than ever. “Any one to hear you talk would | think I was to blame for your being The Stories Of Stories goodby, and the soldiers etarted back toward Paste. y side they marched, neither of them speaking. uc, In his new happiness, was too embarrassed to talk and he watted for hie comrade to make eome com- Jean's heart was sick with a gnawingly Jealous loneliness that he could not understand and that struck him dumb. As they reached the bridge they stopped, as usual, to look down into the As Luo spoke Jean's body overbalanced, -—— By Dale Drummond — Copyright, 1916, by The Press Put ttdhing Co, (The New York Evening World) M f, son Terhune Copyright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Bvening World.) THE TWO LITTLE SOLDIERS, by Guy de Maupeseant. N and Luo were two Breton peasants stationed at Paris barracks for their term of military service. They were young; they were undersized; they were bashful—and they were chums, Both of them were horribly homesick for their beloved Brittaing. still closer together, The two Mitle 8 soon as they were dismissed from drill, they | used to hurry out into the country, carrying along a cheap pienio lunch, and would sit all day in the roadside grass talking about their Breton scenery | down Into the waters of a river that reminded them of the river at home, Every Sunday as they sat in the grass at the road edge a girl passed by a strapping, red-headed peasant lass. Once she smiled at the two litle soldiers, The next Sunday they gathered After that she used to stop for a chat with them. Sometimes she gave them a ewallow of mié& from the pafl sho carried. One Sunday they brought her two ed and white candies. tremendously exciting to Jean and Lue, woman had ever entered their Iives, Tt seemed to Then twice during a single week Lac got leave of absence from the bar- his chum for the second outing, he did | not say where he had been nor why he had asked leave to go. wo little soldiers tramped out into the dn exactly the eame place they efwaye ing toward them, ‘The time instead of waiting for her arrival, Luo ran forwaml to meet er. Joan saw him kiss her and saw her throw her arms around his neck. Then he knew where Luc had been on Tuesday and on Thursday, ‘The deserted little soldier fust sat still, hs red-trousered lege straight J out in front of him, and stared dully at the lovers Hand in hand, the @ftrt Hand in hand they came back after a long walk. ded carelessly at Jean. She kissed Luo a minute, Then Luc noticed that Jean | was leaning perilously far over the rail. he asked. ss His legs went up, hie head somersauit into the river. lis friend rise twice to the surface. | Once his head came above the water and again his hand. Then he sank, Luc, still panto stricken, scampered off to report the drowning, He n’s Married you are trying te I mean find fault or Cit saproee Ag sagreeabl: I love you too dearly, but sorjelionse ‘t seems to me - Asperate mo.) 7s Teuberately ex Jane wiped he middenty: *O eves, then eaten “What day of the month te it?” Jate, If you don't wake up it Isn't] “The tenth, Why?” McCardell —— my fault.” “I almost forgot. It's my bridge “T didn’t say it was.” Robert tried pat aa here you have made me to y eyes all up wit ying. o be patient. I shall be a sight, I Toows te takes Singveli was to hold her annual vocal! “Emma Lovejoy told me only yes-|hours for me to look decent again recital, terday that George often got his own | after I cry. I should think you would Mrs, Clara Mudridge-Smith, tele- |! fast so she ould: sleep aaa} be ane ed of yourself.” ¥ “You haven't quoted George in al] “I am," Robert ied Phoning to the hotel, was somewhat long time. I see he is in favor again.!he put on his coat and Sue peevish, it would appear, when Mr.|/7 will get my breakfast if It ix too much for you, Jane, But so long as you are well and strong I wish you would be willing to do what has to be done around the house. It really isn't a man’s Job, you know.” “Well, [ must say you are the most ungrateful man! Here I have been working myself to death ever since we have been married and get no thanks for it just because I tell you what George Lovejoy does for his wife. Now you talk of neglecting me to devote more of your time to that stuffy office.” telephone communication with her. It would seem from her plaint that she had been “hanging on this old hone for half an hour.” And before I could get them to page Mrs. Jarr, I had the awfullest time,” whimpered Mrs, Mudridge- Smith, “They asked me to ‘walt a minute’ a dozen times, and then asked me who it was I wanted, and then told me she wasn't stopping there; although I told them distinctly that pg Heng, bead en Daren § for, ven m T wanted to page a lady sitting in the tient Pleaso, dear, forget all about corridor looking at the styles!" it, and be ur own sweet self. Mr, Jarr soothed his boss's wife \intena some day to be a rich man, to give you everything you want. To that there is a type of ne accomplish this I must work hard woman living now who {s utterly aif-|2@ could and inquired what he could | ATU Ot a the comfort T can get nt from any women that have ever|40 for her as she had evidently for- jat home.” ‘And there are no men|gotten what she desired to speak to!" “Well, {t's precious Ittle comfort Mre: Jarr about. Do stop looking like a grave- \U get. “Oh!” cried the lady at the other|yard. T do more for you than the how long “That + |other women I know do for their woman's friend? {end of the wire, “That's why I'm so/ other women I) Kio eve they 4nd/qnd fault all the time, I am_ still girl |living with you, which ts more than most women would be doing if yeu po- | treated them so badly!" Jane burst jinto tears, Robert hated tears—most men do, and spoke impatiently Making a Hit Ooprright, 1916, by The Press Publishi In the Kitchen: there, it wae MOST {mportant!” “Yes?” inquired Mr, Jarr, with Ute eagerness, “Oh, VERY important," repeated Mrs, Mudridge-Smith, “I wanted to know if Mrs. Jarr is wearing a hat— is she?” : For the life of him, Mr, Jarr could not remember, “I'll go see,” he sald, | To his surprise, Mrs. Jarr was not | gl ..{!*ousworker’ aly ni Sroal party more. than. four pemona wearing a het, and also to hia sur- | eae, bark satltatiie toad amore it hs Prise whe seemed to think all the | tary prefaced othe ‘mlmros of the, hous botheration of her friend in the mate | opming, into, the Ritchey, ond, gringo ce gold ter was natural, So Mr, Jarr returned for gues tocignt | Gall helo ‘al the tu won't have any: Ami this ta how nner. myself, 80 Jou in of at all, to the telephone to inform Mrs, Clara Mudridge-Smith that Mrs. Jarr was difficult ing to, oompla' in dove tt) not wearing a hat, Of course, the!) vow, have you a clean apron to connection was gone, and Mr, Jarr| offer me, Delia? Not one that was driven to the insanity of exas- | only LOOKS clean, please, Ono peration to regain it, He finally! sia: 19 clean. Yes, that one will do, achloved this feat of determined pa- tence and informed the anxtous lady that Mrs, Jarr was hatless, “Tell her not to hurry over to the St. Croesus,” replied Mrs, Mudridge- Smith, “as il have to have my hair changed now and I'll be late!” Mr, Jarr returned to where Mrs, Jarr sat watching the parade of gowns and millinery. And now Mr, Jarr saw that some women wore hats and some did not, In the passing fashion show. “LT can't see what she went to all that bother about to find out whether you wore a hat or not!” he growled to Mra, Jar But Mrs pity, “It was important, she was quite! even though the one string is not securely sewed on, I’ve noticed that you are careless about apron strings.” Let me see, What shall I begin on? Caviar appetizers, Cut the bread in vound pieces, toast It and open the caviar can, Della, then I'll fix them, }1 could open the can while you're toasting the bread, but I cut myself on one one ‘Then the soup. Oh, I see you have that all made, But remember about the soup plates, Della, Last time you used a nicked one and gave It to a very particular guest. You'd better let mo soe the plates you're going to use, Yes, | know they're on the top shelf, but {t's no trouble just to get them down and put them right back again, Balance the troning board right, | would have wanted to know | from the gas range to the top of that myself,” said Mrs, Jarr, chair, It's pretty strong. I guess ‘Ten thousand dollars reward to any It'll hold you, There! That's done male person who can answer why this Now what comes after the soup? is so, without inquiring of ane of the , Ob, yes—crab meat in shells. Wash je wox! { the shelis, Delia, Now, how can they y gave him a look of vhs ‘Goodby, dear.’ Pi “Goodby Jane said, stitl resent- LA has ea “If you get home first ut the kettle on, Rat ee I shall probably “A woman's a queer sort of crea- ture,” Robert said to himself as be walked rapidly away, “T do wish T could make Jane happy, but I'm afrald it 1s Impossible.” And heaving a sigh, he caught the train just as t rted. to move out of the station. “Good morning, Mr. Harding! Tf belleve we are neighbors and that our wives have met, if we haven't,” sald a man whom Robert remembered | Jane had pointed out as Mr. Harper, | the husband of the woman who had his hat ——— won the bridge prize at the last | meeting of the club. |_ "Glad to know you, sir! Yes, my wife played bridge with 3 wite played ce with Mrs, Harper Tl bet Mrs. Harper won, Ways does, T don't see what the wom- enseo in this everlasting bridge. Tt's jall right occasionally of an evening, | She al- |but to spend whole afternoons tn stuffy, | >t rooms when they might ” outdoors scems to ht be Sa me the heigh Robert agreed with him, and befora they parted Mr. Harper had promised to call some evening with Mrs. | Harber, : / (To Be Continued.) By Alma Woodward ng Co, (The New York Evening World, bo clean when they've been in closet for weeks? And make the sauce piquante. [ always give people their due, And of the few things you do well, sauce piquante ig one.’ Then, when you have {t made I'll pour it over the crab meat. Next come the ducks, I s Nave them all dressed and in the. pan. ‘I sprinkle a bit more pepper on them—ducks need a lot of pepper And don't forget the parsley on th platter. I won't bother about the vegetables. My goodness if I pay a sirl $25 a month and she can't even cook vegetables without help, things are coming to a pretty pass! ly please remember when you're peeling potatoes that skins don't grow an inch thic! The salad? Just grapefruit or let- tuce, All you have to do is peel the grapefruit and get the sections out |unbroken, Surely there {s nothing difficult about that. And I'm not so terribly particular about these peop! 8o I'll let you make the salad dress! Dessert?’ Strawberries on vant mousse, Wash tho strawberries care- fully after you hull them—grit te #0 ' unpleasant, And you're pretty quick males hg, mousse most times, ow ‘ou may untie my apron, Delia, Everything is ‘practically fin- ishes And I hope you appreciate my |constderation, Most housewives just [et their maids founder emselves, as best ‘an, and then scold them afterward. But I belteve in justice and that ev: ‘sa hu- Dalle, worub ap the kitchen and up and the silver in between times. take @ minute, content een