The evening world. Newspaper, March 15, 1916, Page 14

ae SL? SD, EE. LEN The Evening World Daily Magazine, PSTABLISHDD KY JOSEPH PULITZER, ly Except Sunday by the Presa Publishing Company, Nos, 63 to) — - UJ Park Row, New York. | RALPH PULITZDR, President, J. ANGUS SHAW, Treasure: JOSHPH PULITZER, Jr, Secretary, 63 @ Post-Office at New York as Second-Claas Matter ti to The Evening|For England and t Continent and ‘World for the United States al oe and Canada, 68.60] One Year. 80! One Month. Park Row. | 2 Park Row, | ‘ark Row. fn the International al Union, . 9.75 NO, 19,930 | A STRANGLE HOLD. | HE city’s taxpayers have this week a measure of what they are | up against when they try to ease their burdens, Two bills now before the Legislature provide for the ex- penditure of nearly $14,000,000 on country roads and highways in this | State. If these bills are passed, taxpayers of New York City will con-| tribute $10,000,000 of the $14,000,000 without getting in return a dollar’s worth of road improvements within the city limits. Up-State legislators long ago found a way to tack on to highway bond issues and road-making bills a proviso that the money shall be expended “only in counties having towns.” The five counties of Greater New York contain nearly half the population of the State, but no towns. Tn both Senate and Assembly substantial majorities stand ready to put through these measures. Assemblyman Gilroy's bill, aimed to abolish euch exploitation of the city, has been shoved into a committee drawer and forgotten. | Other counties will build their dirt roads largely at thie city VOLUME 56 expense. Miles of up-State highways will be paid for from the same} bf open pocket. When will the city rally itself and its representatives to a su] preme effort strong enough to break this strangle hold of up-State legislation upon ite taxpayers? | nd | For once Mexico 1s going to see something more system atic than @ revolution. ——_ ++. THE CITY CAN RECOVER. | ORPORATION COUNSEL HARDY definitely announces that} the city will bring a suit in equity against the Interborough | and Chief Engineer Craven of the Public Service Commission | to eet aside the $4,000,000 of “prior-determination” charges saddled on the city under Dual Subway Contract No. 3, without adequate itemization or checking. This means that full light will be turned in court upon the con-| cessions, bonuses and lawyere’ fees which the ‘Thompson EL) has disclosed and which Interborough officials have perapired q explain. For all euch items it was Engineer Craven's duty to demand vouchers, as expressly provided in the city’s contract with the transit company. What sort of protection the Public Service Commission | gave the city in this direction has been made only too plain. i In eettling the subway contracts everybody pledged the municipal! credit. Nobody took the trouble to scrutinize the city’s debit sheet} ag the Interborough industriously filled it up. Tt is not too late for} reckoning and recovery. a4 6 Suffrage is fairly waltzing over the trenches at Albany +t BEYOND BELIEF. flew over Ferrara and Ravenna dropped quantities of paper- wrapped sweets which, when analyzed, proved to be “a mix ture of starch, sugar and infectious germs One inclines to consider this a product of excited Italian imagin- ation. one of the recognized instruments of warfare, is ag much a matter of course as shrapnel, turnal air raids that drop bombs among sleeping women and children ‘To-day poisoned gas 2 World, | way every morning. last moment and ¢ through a a Nevertheleas we remember it was some time before the world! Mr. Jarr « in general could bring itself to believe that poisoned gas had become! |, | It was the same with noc- | Mr. Making Up-State Roads Wednesday, March 15, 1916 want tte) By J. H. Cassel plaintive! “Now this | DO get up! 1 ty breakfast, and you y Gertrude with her work,” “vin getting right up!" owslly, “rhis is the way it ¢ me!" continued Mrs, Jarr “I'm getting “If you don't The Jarr Family — By Roy L. McCardell — Copyright, 1016, by The I'rens Publishing Co, (The New Yo RS. JAR looked in upon Mr. {cakes DESPATCH from Milan charged that Austrian aviators who M Jarr and said Evening World) country | gravy. watered at the words, bu wait for the | Mr, Jarr would stay up all night for en have to rush!that sort of a breakfs “I'm not saying, sinc dict me so confidently, that we have muttered | buckwheat jaravy for b ail the | “but I will cakes and kfast,” said Mra, Jarr, ay this, you should be up and have had your breakfast, and also to ask you what you smell \ cooking 2” are sniffed. right up!" repeated |1 w Jarr, was talking in his sleep. | row /A seraphic smile illumi « sausage and] ¢¢ it. ing he you contra-| girl will have him sausage and) paper man. she continued, “What's He sniffed again, : right up I'l ad his visage, | OY oping c in peaceful towns. water over you!” cried Mra. Jarr ott cakes a-cooking, |* Salloping corn, Poisoning the food or water supply of non-combatants is horrible | Mr. Jarr heard her threatening, but And It IS country sausage! 80 of . he murmured was, “I'm all right, {Course there must be that good old enough, though not unknown in earlier warfare. But can one think |; of anything more inhuman than an attempt to spread disease and|a death through a civil population by deliberate infection before warn- ls ing could save the ignorant? arr, “W m all right!" And as ay In dreamland, “Isn't that like him!” or ve been up hc uin he was tar |4ravy with them And he sprang for 1 Mrs, rushed for a hasty shower and a good ang {Serub, rushed back again and did a hours and breakfast is all ready and|Wonderful feat of getting inside his| sir,’ bathrobe, When the medical laboratories and the bacteriologists are called | waiting, and yet you just Le there and {clothes in five minutes, brushed his} won't poach!" in, war will have reached its diabolic limit. —————— <4 2 ——_____ Don't wear your rage. Gell ‘em and buy bonds, Hits From Sharp Wits | Even when some men tell the tel. When a baby etarts to yelling it truth they generally spoil it all by|is next to impossible to check it any- trying to lie out of it. where.—Fiorida Times-Union, A man and woman ought to be on friendly, speaking terms, although, woman shopper én the counter-at- they are husband and wife.—Macon| tack. New Yuh got to get unfull of human meanness before yuh can get full of religion.—Balttmore Sun, A woman tried to check a baby re- cently 4n a prominent New York ho- Dollars and Sense 66TORTUNES have been made) Third Class—Children from 10 to 16! through capitalizing the spare | j,¢ prize in each division $10 time of children,” remarked 4 prize ie each division 6 id prige in each division. . an advertising man recently, Ath prize in each divisions..." “Some time ago I was consulted by |Sth to isth prize in each’ division, °| a cracker manufacturer who was hve ‘ placing a ‘Grandmother's Cookte’ on ner the market. ping the dealers with window “We concluded to make a strong| terior cards as well as folders far bid for the backing of the younger | Package onclosures, we launched our man, without hardly breakfast! |soughing sound, | break fa: know you're fond of. A man buyer has no chance with a|trude thinking you'd be #0 pleased, too!” |Aot, stopped speaking. ler Who awakens when the mill stops, | Mr, Jarr came to consciousness with | sudden Jerk, and, sitting up with a By H. J. Barrett bewildering look on his face, paid: |and she threw open the | window on the airshaft and pulled the bed clothes off ® | sluggard shivered slightly but tried curing thorough distribu. | to compose himself to slumber again tion throughout the city and equip-| without the cozy and In-| coverings, snore! When you do get up you'll find | halr and erted: you'll be late to your offlee and then | you'll abuse me for not waking you, and you'll have to rush off like a wild | be led, but rushed to the table first touching your! @nd clattered lis knife againat bie plate and cried: No answer, except @ faint, low| “And after getting you auch a nice! too! Getting you what 1 And poor Ger- Mra. Jarr, noting that he heard her Like the mil- “un! “I sald ‘Get up! cried Mrs. Jarr, bedroom comfort of the] “| said that this is the last time I'd} owsp: J lever try ¢ : + | generation, As the cookie was small Oiieee noe eenien 4 ever try to get a nico breakfast for | tn mize, we selected the name ‘Molas-|the prize. contest and alge g rc you! ‘The LAST time!” cried Mra, pes Midgets.’ phasized the superior quality of the | J “Our plan in detall was as follows: | 2¢¥, cookie. In each box we packed a card which] tered the contest. lute, we, puapiind contained a well known scene from| our dealers with extra’ cards to dia Mother Goose, printed in chaotic! tribute to those wishing to enter; the fragments. These were to be cut out) cards, however, being given with scissors, in which form they| bona fide purchases of cookies at the constituted a picture puzzle, and then | regular price of 10 cents a box assembled, pasted upon a piece of| ° cardboard, the proper rhyme append- | promptly ablished. Thousands of me ov ¢d and the final result entered in aj Youngsters asked for dimes from their contest for prizes, A different pic- with which to purchase i ture was to be packed each week for aix weeks. Then the set was to be} ‘Thousands of sets of cards were maiied to us or left at our office, The| submitted for prizes at the end of the ¢ prizes totalled $99 and were divided| contest and the awards were pr &s follows: ly made. Because the quality of the First Class—Children under 6 years, CoOKie Was really good, the demand Becond Class—Children {rom 6 to 10 Once established, was ‘easily tained,” ‘ “For the benefit of those who en- asked Mr well ag sitting up. "The demand for the cookies was Mf Jarr. You know I'v ompt- lat tt main. slept ten min @ulaily, “What have you for breakfast?” Jarr, now taking notice as replied Mra, Jarr, | "Why didn’t you say #0?" asked | rsleep in this way for, hey? to be at the office i What time is it? nenced to fumble for his lothes. He got his Watch and glanced com "It isn't 8 o'clock yet. I could have! he continued “You a “Lead me to it!” But, at that, he would not wa:t to| awake. sage, “Yes, sir, smell grand?" “Once in @ while, swers, ‘Let me have a steak, "Ye goodly Gertrude, bring fort the buckwheat cakes and sausag: “There's only corned beef hash, 1d Gertrude, “and the eggs Lucile, the Waitress —By Bide Dudley Gopyright, 1916, by The L'rens Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World), AY, kid," sa newspaper man unfolded his Salad, toast and a big cup of coffee. paper napkin, “did you ever run across a fellow who's always say- ants to get married, but no id Lucile, as the | repiled the news- | man fried potatoes, some lettuce disappointed in lov Ls 1 reply, ‘You're disap- pointed in love and you're going to e che he impleads, How can I help tt? I ask. ‘You come in here ljovesick and unable to |see any good in the universal ar- rather ‘I'm a disappointed man,’ he an-| holds nothing. “I smell buckwheat cakes and sau- I tell you!" cried the sleeper sald Gertrude, “they're cooking them next door. Don't they ‘Reflections of A Bachelor Girl A Many a man begins making love as a pos the sluggard, ‘The | that his own acting has been so good that he has convinced himself of his sincerity. It may take experience to make a woman interestin; acquired it almost any woman would gladly exchange all her experience “Buckwheat cakes and country sau- | for a baby stare and a dimple, nly With sage with gravy, n't apy buckwheat | hours he keeps, By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1910, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), LAS! nowadays a wife {8 @ matter of chance, a husband a matter of |" opportunity, an affinity @ matter of course—and @ divorce just a matter of time. ' nd 1s shocked to discover No Dearie, not “ALL the nice men are married,” but all the unmarried | men are afraid to be “nice"—for fear of getting married, A man falls in love with his eyes, a woman with her tmagination, apd | then they both speak of it as an affatr of “the heart.” but after she has “Personality” {s the color of the soul, and people who are famed for “What do you want to let | “personality” are those whose souls are such a charming color that they jare not afraid to show them, The honeymoon {s not absolutely over until the first time a man tries to square himself with his wife by offering her a check instead of a kiss— and succeeds, A lover is known by the dates he keeps—a husband is known by the “There was one here this morning,” |"4ngement of ne plus ultra and then “He groans and when! I go to get his order, he looks up Ike| boy to deliver it at a dying calf and sighs, wrong?’ I ask sympathetic, thinking maybe he's got you order so much stuff to eat that it Will Lake two strong girls and a small You're looking for sympathy it ain't on the bill of fare to-day triend.’ ‘Oh, don’t bo harsh,’ I Four 8 have re- fused me.’ “tt looks to me,’ I chatter on, ‘that life held four queens, but put ‘em buck in the deck.’ ‘Tnen L got curious about him, kid. ‘What's your busi- ness?’ I ask, I'm a floor flusher,’ he answers, ‘Oh, I know you're a four-flusher,’ I says, ‘but outside of that'—- “LT said f was @ floor flusher,’ he snaps. ‘I make a business of wash- ing Hors.’ “With that he laughs, kid. Now 1 was sore. Here was a guy intimidat- ing he was sick in his heart and yet springing an old fool joke on the little lady in the white apron, “Listen, friend,’ T says, ‘You may be dejected, but it's all in your heart, You left your brains home on the piano,’ “It was protty harsh, kid, but he de- served It, He passes it off with a sick- ly smile, and then says to me would I care to get married. Perposals like them kind roll off my eardrums like coals to Newcastle . ‘if you were the $ earth I wouldn't last man on marry you!" “What's the matter with me? he ks, “You're @ neuromatologis’ "he replies. “That put me in & quandreary. I didn't know whether he knew the meaning of the word or not. And me not knowing it, See the point. ‘All right,’ I says, ‘if you're not you are a syncethinologist.’ ““T'll admit it,’ he says, ‘That's ex- actly what I am. But don't you think I am more erudimentary than elocobablical ?”" “Oh, golly, kid! He had me, But I wouldn't let on. ‘No, I don't! 1 says. ‘Now, what sort of dressing do you wan't for your salad?" “Oil! he says, ‘but please take the essence out.’ “I go to the kitchen and tell the chef about the dressing. He grins. T go back haughty, well,’ says the diner, ‘you won't marry me then?’ “'Not in a year and a day,’ I shoot back. ‘None of your Laura Libbey prison stuff for mine,’ “He never says another thing. Now, what do you think of that guy want- ing me to marry him, kid? Ss wouldn't marry for @ million do! Ain't you ever going to wed?" “i'm afraid not.” “Me, too," said Lucile. “I've got a | tallow, but his proposing vocabulistic powers are under wraps. Guess I'm kdoomed to die an old maid.” ars. your port of says. ‘Lite! The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune Coprright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Bvening World). THE BANDIT; by Guy de Maupassant. | T. LUCIA was a feeble, timid Corsican youth, sick most of the time, and effeminately gentle in manner. His family looked on him ' S in disgust, sneering at his cowardice and meekness, | His father was treacherously murdered by a Corte man. St. Lucia, as the victim's next of kin, was expected to swear a vendetta (blood | feud) inst the murderer, It was a sacred Corsican custom, this “vendetta.” When a man was , killed {t at once became the duty of his nearest male relative to kill the slayer. The custom dated back many centuries, and all the law on the island was not strong enough to stamp it out. But to everybody's surprise and disgust young St. Lucia refused to pro- claim a vendetta against the man who had killed his father. He did not | bellevo in such barbarous methods. | In vain all his relatives entreated him to avenge the murder. He refused, And he was branded as a pitiful coward by every one who knew him. His sister (with whom he lived) stole his black auit oR Sone wy and threw it away, declaring he was not worthy to wear if Diograce, ; mourning for a man he was too cowardly to avenge None of the neighbors would speak to him. | Time passed, and St. Lucia seemed to have forgotten the murder. Then one day, as he and his sister sat at breakfast in the front window of their cottage on the Corte Road, a wedding procession passed. The bridegroom was the man who had killed St. Lucia’s father. He had chosen this route to church out of sheer bravado, At sight of him St. Lucia turned deathly white and began to tremble. He crossed to the fireplace and took down his father’s gun, which hung over tt Then he went out and came back an hour later empty handed, refusing to ‘answer his sister's excited questions. He had left the gun in a roadside cave, | seemingly as weary and epiritiess ag over. Presently, along the road came the bridegroom with two friends, He was on his way to the bride's house from the wedding feast, St, Lucia stepped out from the bushes and shot him dead, One of the two friends ran away. The other started for Corte to give the alarm. St. Lucia called to him to halt, The man ran on. St. Lucia fired. The running man fell, mortally wounded, And St, Lucia made his way to | the safety of the mountains, out of reach of the law, His uncle, an old fire-eater, was at once arrested, accused by two men of ving incited the bridegroom's murder. He broke out of Jail and joined his | nephew fn the hills, Whereat St. Lucia made a dash for the villago, by night, and shot both of his uncle's accusers, After which, one by one, St. Lucia slew all the relatives and connec- tions of his father’s slayer and burned their houses to At nightfall he went out again, Pircn Goward Coward § the ground, every time escaping In safety to his hilly The soldiers scoured the mountains for him, he could not dodge them, he killed them, In all, he killed fourteen soldiers, His name became known as that of the most terrible bandit in all Corsica, No one could understand the won- derful change that had transformed the meek and timid invalid {nto a devil. But at last one Corsican wiseacre sized up the case by saying: “A true man always awakens to a sense of his duty—soon or late!” When eee When a Man’s Married — By Dale Drummond — Oopright, 1916, by The Presa Publitiiog Co, (The New York Evening World), CHAPTER X) No! you never can see. You don't Cae Rea Te taacra | ARSE Oh hens ea Tae ‘ sitting in a box, and dressed R evening with his old friends/a millionaires’ wi “ane ‘Rakes and reached home just as/ with one of her sudden transitions, 'Mrs, Brady's car drove up to the} im sure don't know." Robert curb, He was surprised to see Philip | Of Marina e nit, 2 leave the subject Marion's party, Macon assist Jane from the car. He} “Emma Lovejoy. I just wish you had never seen him since the night|could have seen her. She had on @ of Emma Lovejoys dinner, and at) [@W Satin and chiffon dress of that Lael ib |new shade of absintho green, It w. first scarcely rt mized h trimmed with silver lace and she hed “Why, there's Mr, Harding!" Mrs./on silver stockings and ‘alippeeaeed Brady exclaimed before he could! know, t nd Le use Mrs. Brady a promenad I make his presence known. “Oh, you, 2¢? anted to sh bad boy!" and she shook a Jeweled | "Aird con |tinger at “When the cat‘slit is after 1 o'clock, and hat oan away, you know Mrs, Harding,” she| comes mighty quickly ha continued laughingly. | “That's another thing! Jane "Of course! What can you. ex-| blurted out irs, Brady was £0) a ‘ s. Brady was sayin, 2 Robert answered. “You take |to-night that she didn't see how my wife away and leave me sit ever got along without a servant, She Glone all the evening,” then turning | says she knows of a young gitl fone Bota Macon, Le shook banda | get for about fifteen dollars a month w bim, who will wait on me and “Well, did you enjoy the operas! work except the aahing il cree Jane And where did you pick up |; id strong and know: Macor »king. Can TL have her? “Where have you been?" Jane! % paying no attention to his} how we can manage questions, he washwomen's pay, Marion Lawrence gave a litie!ftn* ¢ wages, makes twenty party to-night, She invited us, but/@urs a mon’ pesides the board, |And I remem u er my mother always | Wuen you tuld me you were going to Itaees biped to say that a young, inexperl- the opera I said nothing, as 1 knew | US say |you would prefer to go with Mrs, /@ced girl cost more in the end than Brady. & good one, Their waste and, board, “And so leave you free to spend the|&¢., were more evening alone with Mrs. Lawrence,”| The next morning at breakfast Jane J swered, her eyes blazing. asked: “Have you thought about “E told you she gave @ party. There | that young girl I spoke of? were about ten people in all, Most of| “No, Jane. I was too anxious to them old friends of hers and mine,|/s¢t some sleep to think of maids or People I knew before I met you." thing else,’ “What do you suppose they thought | Please think about it to-day then. of you? I should think you would|Mrs. Brady said if I wanted her f be ashamed to be always putting me|Would have to decide at once, as she in some sort of an embarrassing posl-|knew of several who would take her, tion before that woman!” “Very well, I'll think about tt, Now “Why, Jano, I told them you had|I must be off!” And Robert Idseed made an engagement to go to the)Jane goodby with a worried look on opera before we received the invita-|his face which she pretended not te tion, I can't that you have any ‘notice, kick coming about to-night.” ——————————_—__—____.. i[Making a Hit By Alma Woodward | Coprrigat, 1016, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Brening World), id Selling a Hat. Mrs, R (frankly)—It may be atylsh, Scone: \Celeste's,”" on the Avenue, But, my goodness! I'll bet your’ Por |. (Bnter Mrs, and Mav, Itudd,’ both from] would bark at you if you ever came | the suburbs.) home with that on, Try something | IRL (undulating toward them).—| smaller, \( (To Be Continued.) 4 Girl “(displaying he =] Something In trotteurs, chapeaux playing her anguish) 4 i Quelle dommage! Madi dapres midi, or evening BarMl-| ok Ike the ladies of wicked, guy ee French courts. The minute it was de dirs, P. (bewildered) I want « bat.) Riomen, dos the painting of le De Girl (calmly).—Certainement. But] Ay “Fe (horribly ‘shocked)—Wellt what kind of @ bat for madame?|1 guess we don't care to look tke Strictly morning? Permissible in] women like that in Pompton? afternoon? Or @ confection for 10] Mrs, P (wisttully)—I was reading rticle about superwomen in ne the other day. It told about ful— Mrs, Kt (exclaiming)—Mart! Girl (interrupting with a hat). This 3, P. (utterly at sea).—Oh, just a] m hat. (Aside to Mrs. 1t,)—1 wouldn ‘a come in here only Ella Brown 8' she comes here and they're pretty rea- i Sonable. But I bet you Ella doesn’t | one will give to madame's glossy colfe understand all that girl says, either, |fure an added reflection It sounds pretty expensive to me.| Mrs. Ft. (spitefully), She takes that Doesn't it to you? oily hair te you use for gloss! Mrs. R—Yeh, whenever they begin] Girl (clapping her hands). I wilt that way. 1 had @ hairdresser that}SUmmon our head designer, Mon- talked that way, and she had more] sleur Poppe! Will you for a moment diamonds than I'll ever have, come hero. You must see the effect Girl (placing two dainty chairs)—tIt| merveilleux! Was this chapeau dee mesdames will bo seated, I will show | signed for madame, or was It not? jsomething in @ smart trotteur du) Mr. D. (wrist-watchly), Wonderful! |matin — something chic — something | Mercy, how it sults you. My dear if |that breathes of the rue de la Paix, ‘at, the eripps Mra, P (when the girl's back is/has left you with something, turned)—I_ never thought she was AH etme — She looks Irish, doesn't she? store. Mire Pe Catan Girl placing hat on Mrs, P's head) | T expressing #30 of the head datiomh” Oh, madam The ine for your) Mrs. P. (gushingly to Mri R.), I ck is exquis! Without the hat you | like it when they take an in is could not know the delicious curve of | you that way, He was a sweet bor, " r chin, wasn't he? }" Mrs, P Cooking in mirror)—Say,| Mrs. KR. (green with lots Jessie, do you lke that hat on me?| Sweet? ‘1 of things), you who were sweet, It's certainly stylish, isn't 1t? You sweetened bis receipts by §¢75 pee