The evening world. Newspaper, April 7, 1916, Page 22

The EVveijity World. r ISHED RY JOSEPH PrLirzer. Published Daily Except Sunday she Fess Park Row, Hew t, Preetdent, 62 Park Row, t, 63 Park Row, y. 65 Park Row, biishing Company, Nos. 63 to ie Post t New York aa Second-c atter. Subscr nt t 7 ng | Fe fland and the Continent and Works for the United & countries fn the International Cana Postal Union One Ye eveeeeenes $2.50/One Year merece eeeees ONE One Mo: ‘ 30/One Month sommceccencess 06 VSLUME 66. ..csceeres ee eececccvcecveccscscsse NO, 19,058 THE GOOSE KILLERS. ROSPERITY is not laying golden egge fast enongh for the impatient in this country. If greed is allowed to go on ve way to doubt. Good times will be owed up in a new and har cost of living. Too m y want too much, too eon, Producers, dazzled by Eu- Topean prices, try them on other directions the soaring cost of materials already affects the cost of manufactured articles and taxes the pocketbook of the average American. One industry, envying the war profita of another, grabs for a share—from the public. Labor looks on and grows restless. Industry after industry feels the effect. Mineworkers are discontented, The railroads face new demands from their employees. The building trades catch the spirit of unrest. Dissatisfaction spreads and etrikes multiply. The plain truth is the insatiable demands of Europe, temporary though they be, are afflicting thie country with etandards dangerously artificial for any sane industrial advance. What ie going to happen when the war etimulus is withdrawn and high wage scales and high prices are left hanging in the air? Those who will suffer most are the very wotkers who now clamor for a quick division of profits that in many cases have not yet been earned. How can producers, manufacturers, business men, wage earners be induced to take stock of the situation and convince themselves that Prosperity cannot stand these heavy advance drafts? a The Colonel's latest pronunciamente sounds much like Towser digging for a bone. Why doesn't he tell the G. O. P. frankly that he is the one person who guarantees to preserve Virtue and at the same time keep the Swag? THE MICHIGAN PRIMARY. T APPEARS to be conceded that in last Monday’s Presidential | preference primary in Michigan Republican electors preferred Henry Ford. His estimated majority of from 3,500 to 4,500 would indicate that more than 60,000 persons voted for him. The long political experience of United States Senator William ‘Alden Smith, seven times elected Congressman, failed to count with the 60,000 against Henry Ford, who has had no political experience and who, according to his own emphatic declaration, has no political ambitions. They chose Henry Ford. By voting for Senator Smith they could have voted for an ardent believer in preparedness, a militant advocate of national defense, one who would long ago have had an American army straightening out the affairs of Mexioo. They turned to Henry Ford. No one can for a moment believe’ that Henry Ford, the million- dre automobile maker, was the Henry Ford that appealed to them. {hat Henry Ford they have known for years without feeling any impulse to start him toward the White House. No. It was the newer Henry Ford—-Henry Ford, peace pro moter; Henry Fon, arch-enemy of war and weapons; Henry Ford,! preacher of peaceful industry and brotherly love—for whom the 60,000 cast their votes. Michigan is not the United States. Nevertheless, Michigan is a fact, and the way its primaries went last Monday is another. Neither ean be overlooked by any one who honestly seeks to understand the temper of the country at the present time. * It was Henry Ford and what he stands for. There is no use Winking at what happened in this representative commonwealth of the Middle West or ignoring its significance. —————EE Report hes % that Carranza thinks the American troops have done enough 1n Mextoo and ought to get out. Villa’s views are believed to be the same. It's lucky Uncle Sam's boys are not thinekinned. Such lack of cordiality might spoil their visit, Hits From Sharp Wits ‘We owe It to the flexibility of lan-, no marriages tn heaven Is that it was @uage that we can make expression |necassary to prevent divorc of old thoughts seem to be something e @¢ ¢@ new. ‘ear Usually you'll find that the fellow who talks too much also takes bim- ‘The way of many who are n0t| self too seriously transgressors {9 Mkewise hard, but 3 that.—Albany Journal matrimony lust year are beginning to eee think about setting the porch swing.— No man ever saved a milliner’s bill! Tolede Blade. . by praising his wife's last spring hat. e. —Macon News. The man with wheels in his head 8. never has a balance wheel among Probably one reason why there arelthem.—Deseret News. Dollars and Sense By H. J. Barrett | CEP NITIATIVE ne of the most] minutes an elderly man enteret suabl ety in busine 1| “'L must apologize, Mr, Bla : of the. rarest opened, ‘for encroaching ‘upon ey on Sunday evening, but ter that jot Mesiman in your a real estate business.’ And T went on > ONT hat Thad just come to t r poll: from the W noiderable expe story of my was that you want a T concluded, ‘Has tyed sufficient on this job to tell the trut! 1 delega e hiring of new 1 n hours M Mr. Glew Hut i strikes *Proba t ndred| YOU have t ff in you, se tf the ad had been your way learn the ¢ spirit of 4;y apa within @ few I'm 4 partner," No ? or struggle with a rising | erican consumers. As in the case! of oils, metals, chemicals, paper and food products, 6o in a hundred | Ellabelle Mae Doolittle By Bide Dudley — Copyright, 1916, by The Prem Pubitshing Co, (The New York Drening World) LLABELLE MAE Delhi's poctess with @ heart and caused @ sensation at the meeting of the Live and Let Live ection of the Women's Betterment | ague in Hugus Hall Wednesday by reading a heart poem about Phila-| delphia that made Mrs, Queente Por- ter, who used to live tn the big Penn- Thero was an ex- The Jarr Family — By Roy L. McCardell Copyright, 1916, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World). 66] WISH you would do something children keep quiet!" aid Mrs, Jarr, com- plainingly, when her husband reached home the other evening. “What have they been doing now?” asked Mr, Jarr, “What haven't they been doing?” moaned Mrs, sighed Mrs, Jarr, “I wish mine were.) At the age of Willle and Emma they are a dreadful care.” don't know what worry is with children when they are Then you have some control | some comfort out of them. till they grow up and get all sorts of snobbish notions in their heads and want to keep up with millionaires’ and running to places with people who have ten times the money you have!" but they are able to take care of themselves, and they are not al- ways in your way, and you have your freedom and can get away from the house and not be afraid they are get- the medicine poisoning themselves, or out in the streets being run over by automobtles! I wish mine were grown up!” Mrs, Jarr again, “You just wait till they are, and dropping some mo: The sound of a door being slammed after a scuffie and the same door be- Ing kicked td the accompaniment of muffled screams arose from the ad- Joining room, “Willie wouldn't behave,” continued “He knows bis little fe afraid of the dark and he shuts her up in the closet and she kicks and screams to get out. “Why don’t you give them @ whip- ping?” asked Mr. Jarr. “I've got a headache and I've been waiting for you to come home and whtp them, Willic'’s got beyond my | control,” replied Mrs, Jarr. “The trouble ts that you speak to them too much,” sald Mr, Jarr, “You should just speak once, and then if obey you you should you'll often wish they were babies again,” declared Mrs. Grimley, “When they think they are young men and young women, they are not content with the clothes you can afford to buy them. They must have expensive and stylish things. wear your best hats and gloves and stockings and jewelry, You can’t keep a thing for yourself! they saw Mrs. Stryver pass by in her limousine, ‘And both remarked how sad she with one accord Your girle will She bas no cbil- He that loves to be flattered 4s worthy of the flatterer,— SHAKESPEARE. Wit, Wisdom and Philosophy “GROWING OLD GRACEFULLY.” By Margaret E. Sangster. © bring the question directly to tha personal tssue, when do we begin to grow old? as our own consciousness 1a involved, when we are for the first thne @ bit elated at betng told that we have not alte changed an fota in “How young you look they do not punish them. “It's very easy for you to talk,” re- Jarr resignedly, you were here all day with them | there is no ready explanation fOr! wotners whase daughters escaped | You'd find out different. | they are not eo bad, but other days you cannot do anything with them!” “Well, I'll show you,” sald Mr, Jarr, |'Then he ralsed his votce and bel- lowed tn #tentorian tone: ‘There was quiet in the next room for about half a minute. to snigger and wiggle, and once more Mr. and Mrs. | Jarr heard a struggle and a ecuffie | and the business of the boy dragging the screaming ite girl to the dark | A woman who has not been accus. tomed to think of herself as old is ruthlessly illuminated on the subject by @ plain-spoken plumber or veg- fardener who asks if “that old lady,” Woman or man may as well adjust the mental condition to the claim of olroumstance and accept the eitua- tion without a struggle or complaint. The best that can be done mentally is to ignore Time and try to receive each day as if it brought gifts, in- stead of turning them away. well to meet Time at the point of To maintain a los- ing battle ia absurd when the odds are against us; easily turn defeat into victory by ac cepting graciously each moment ee it etable man or be may speak to party to-morrow, Mrs. Porter?" Mrs. Pertle, da feature nor last ten years, I should have is an uncon- f the fact that time 1s scious token o! recording his ark of beauty and distinction least resistance. t) thirty or thirty-five, tween thirty and fifty life is full of and opportunity Uniess interrupted by ill health the Yow go in and punish them!"* “T won't do {t," sald Mr. Jarr firmly ‘It's the spring getting into the blood If they were out In the open frevh air, | this Dey we wouldn't sy Tt's a crime to} There are gains twice and thrice for all our losses. | Everywhere spring to the assistance of one who ts upon for the best work in In the forties the ten- > inertia la noticed occasion- nd people of sluggish tempera- ° who have been dis- hopes and plans mind thelr skylarking keep the ehildren housed up tn lapring weather.” that no one has,’} of sympathy, lexpertence and of ability and counsel come to us as we grow older, Youth ts intolerant and severe. ‘Those who have grown old without discontent have learned & large charity that {8 winning and ‘The confidantes of young people in their days of courtship and of that city?” in all their affairs of the heart are) oftener grandparents than parents, T hold firmly to the bellef that few | to grow old unless we| Every decade has tts advan- tages and pleasures, {ts dignities and ta a beautifol Indian summer, # sun- ny upland, often the coronation of a | walked out He had hardly rang and Mrs, Grimley, a middie aged | “IT am writing @ rhyme about Minn body give me One and all, however, we are fore. doomed to a shock as sudden and un. | expected as the shock of an accident Sometimes the shock n who answers an to whom it has thet he fs in any way qualified to undertake duttes that he understands: yKing for a young man gone when the bell | “LT gust thought I'd run over and see oneluded. | you a minute,” sald Mrs. Grimley nothing but worry day and night if we lose our § ps ont from the offer ind cease 10 be With his world and himself disillusionized, | pathy with the young interested in ibe current history of 1 of firm and hte Report | ; pane hi morning work ; said the a kumpluously spenk Bul now, ten years ater, } quarrel from “At least they ae grown up," ee eee RA y J. H. Cassel cloth on @ thorn bush under the window. Hoth the: | gg YUL never step inside that wom-| The meeting was called to order by Mrs, Elisha Q. Pertle, who announced | ent. And you needn't t that Miss Doolittle, although suffer-| ing with a sore foot caused by her coal hod on it, would read! city rhymes. Miss Doo-| little didn't hesitate, Limping to the| w era she cleared her throat and | sald: “My first rhyme will be of sweet old Philadelphia. My heart was touched while writing it, and I hope »! you are the same. beautiful thing. sadne: together!" Pinkston. “Thank you!” replied Miss Doo-| little, She then read the following poem: A little child starved and crted In‘dear old, Philaa Food she rou denied, Wu bot to her welfare, She nat, down on ©. cuxd ‘and: sobbed, a "big ‘Slack, Tog Sloug, Shore Feaned, lack, dog « And Ticked ‘her ‘on “fhe necat Se 2 e kee child, A teas come loca in evening Orn" bolle, And adopted her, never to vert,” . The last line had hardly been read (when Mrs. Queenie Porter burst out crying. Mrs. Schooley Pitts put her arms about her and begged her to to think of the ttl sobbed Mra, Porters “Going to Mrs. Pelleta’s “Who—me? Not on your life!” re- plied Mrs. Porter. ‘Too much gos- sip in that bunch!" The question made her forget the poor child's plight and Miss Doolittle read a rhyme about Memphis, It tollowst Memphia, Mi not, by the sea, tot Sree won tao mace You ‘tre &.ariit tn Teanemen, Giving it an artatie tov Ladies. “you should all. viait Memphte, ‘Atnnd cities it iss “poem Tyg ind there, te hever & tempest: qilet es & mouse, “My husband came from Mem. phis," said Mrs. Caley Hollingsworth, “I don't care much for the place.” “Oh, tut, tut!" said Mise little. rhyme for the name “Sure,” gaid Mra, Skeeter O'Brien; | ‘Indianapolis,’ ” “Thank you! I'll heve the poem here next week.” | Hopping off the platform, Miss Doo- little went to the plano and latest love ballad, “The We the Overcoat and thy Vest." ang her The ladies applauded with great gusto, All were pleaged, | a miserable evening, “never!” | quisite touch of pathos in the rhyme,! time in spite and the scene that followed its read- ing was one that will long be remem- bered by every Live and Let Liver present, |time; [ know it. I'm not blind.” Sentiment is a| Let | us mingle in) oy I wish I hadn't gone fine,” said Mrs. Bluella) bridge asked | ding o ng of| The Stories Of Stories rue @ inners [ee Renee By Albert Payson Terhune Coprright, 1918, by The Prem Publishing Co. (The New York Drening World), THE MATCH--By Anton Chekor. T was on an October morning that the Serbian police were notifiet of the murder of Marous Klausov, a retired army officer. One of Klausov's men servants brought the tale of the murder, And presently the police found themselves confronted by the most baffling mystery of their experience. Here, in brief, were the facts that confronted them: Marous Klausov had lived in @ big house on the town's outskirts. him had lived his sister and @ houseful of servants. He and his wife Olge had long been separated. Olga had loved her husband with an almost im+ sane adoration, But her violent temper had grown unbearable and he had ordered her out of his home. She now lived in @ village some miles aways A servant going to summon Klausov to breakfast had found his bed- room in a fearful state of confusion. Except for one boot that lay near bed, there was no eign of Kiausov himself, A window was open, ground outside was trampled. There were splotches of blood on th The police examined the room and garden, They decided that had been attacked just as he began to undress (the discarded boot gave Gowers, the idea); also that two or more men must” i é Mysterious selzed him, dragged him out tnto the garden and La there stabbed him to death, afterwards hauling Bie Drrmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd) body away. A peasant had econ two men carrying a body between them towant @ nearby river. Klausov’s servants were questioned. One of them tried to account for the blood spots in the garden by saying he had killed a chicken there, Another wore @ rough blue sult which matched several shreds of men were arrested, Both were found to have unsavory records, Both told confused and con fllcting stories, ‘Then it was that Dukovski took a hand tn the game. Dukovskt was the police Sherlock Holmes of that region. Prowling about the wrecked bed« room, he found on the floor a match of odd pattern, No matches of that sort were used in the Klausov home or tn that neighborhood, Dukovski made @ round of tho stores for a ten-mile radius, At last he found a dealer who said he had recently sold a box of such matches. He had sold them to Olga, the discarded wife of Kiausov, Dukoveki and @ police inspector went at once to Olga's home, told her ll was discovered and demanded to know what she had done with her hus. » band’s body. The scared woman broke down and lea j A Leoal them to a locked outhouse nearby. There on a shelf “Sherlock Holm H lay Klausov. To the astonishment of tt CO nrnrn? supposed murdered man rose on one elbow blinked sleepily down on them. ‘Then came the truth. Olga (loving her husband too dearly to keop away from him and unable to make him consent to take her back again) had hit on the plan of kidnapping him, She had bribed two of his servants to kelp her. The trio had overpowered usov as he started to undress one night and had carried him to Ol oy he had been locked up tn the, outhouse and told he must stay there until hould consent to be reconciled to his too-adoring spouse. “I'm in solitary confinement,” hiccoughed Klausov as he finished his story. ‘I'm fed and she gives me plenty to drink, But I'm getting tired of In a week or oo I think I'll try to escape.” + Trust men and they will be true to you. Treat them greatly and they twill show themselves great—EMERSON ——— When a Man’s Married — By Dale Drummond — Coprright 1916, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The Now York Preaing World), CHAPTER XXX, tormented f with the thought M arion bi them in all f its beauty, The old non @ fascination all giant treos leat their je, and the flowers 1 a luxuriance unknowg none of all this appealed er contented. Im an’s house again!” Jane de-| the richness clared when she reached home me h after an uncomfortable dinner, and “IT managed to have a pretty good clothes and am at Lam not sorry vill influence you 1 aspirations. sorry you didn’t. I for anything wh sist in. your Robert was ob. tis, for a time. i he could say ha@ “Of course you aren't sorry for me Ta 1 If you were, things would be differ ‘ s lovely supot ; uble to tell other things,” he sald’ te me that you managed to have a good t after ner as they road porch 2 to make more money se ve freedom from work 1 “What do you mean?” Don't you suppose I noticed your ‘otion to Marion Law oe? It very obvious hate the sunset and ‘Come now Jane, don't be silly! T with this noticed that Marion looked extreme- nappy mitis ly well and told her of it. I never na Carne remember seeing her look better, in the kite dishes. for 4 mont 1 She is going up tm and asked where old her ‘nowhere? thought every one ered Robert. r me looking worse, Emma Lovejoy looked st suppose nINK, too; | ‘he monotony of her life palled on, needed a nge. her, Had she taken any real inter-; “Woul like to visit your fathe oat in her home, any pleasure in her|er, Jane?" Robert asked soberly, He household tasks, things might have) could hardly spare the money, yet if been different, The cooking espe-, she wanted to go perhaps the cially annoyed her, and they soon re-, would be good for her, and Yerted to the badly ordered cuisine, | might return better satistied wit» Robert assisted her all he could. what he coult give her. Ho insisted that they eat fruit in-! “With a stepmother there now! Ni stead of made desserts, and on warm) thank you! ‘This 1s bad enough, 61 nights would propose they eat bread|if anything could be worse it would and milk or some simple thing, not, be to go where she ts.” @o much because he wanted it as that! “It would please your father.” he tried to save Jane. “He'll have to come here tf he Jane had grown more jealous of| wants to seo me," she answered, Une Marton Lawrence as time went on.| graciously, “I'm sure I'll not @@ Whenever Robert remained at tha’ there!” office for a while in the evening she (To Be Continued.) ee) Mollie of the Movie By Alma Woodward Copyright, 19: a ne by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), Beane —Busineas office of toe Gloria HIM) before we had finisiied te fret Ree, Combe slovaters are depealting So that's what the party is?) AM. my fren “anP elevator full of guests nt's died down, 1 guess TW private offite) have awl OLLIE (breathlessly)—Say, Mr. Thomson, wh the idea? . Why the gudden influx of | rn Mollie (suspiciously) What’ ‘Who's Who?” Is there going to be | general manarcrs. senoorewiay tee of Mollie aig She runs int @ party? dressed up like a waitress for? Mr. T. (cryptically)—Party? Some mL T. (calmly)—She's going tone party! | Mollie (excitedly) serve? ‘-] Mollie (darting for the door)—Me | what? Saw for it, } Mr. T. (swallow heard) Wi Mr.T, (grabbing her sleeve)—No,| Ty, Sintwich: i. one you don’t, Mollie od EL hoampagne? Mr. T. (inaudi! Mollie (indignantly)~Why not, I'd! Nein cnet “Yoh, Uke to know? Don't I work my knees)! eoat)—Calitorr i her bat ang to the kneeoaps for this trm? If| Mr. 7. (helplessiv)—N entitled to a party, 11's | aid grat MO Now, what you a Mollie sting) — For Mr. T, (quietly)—Well, you can't go| aiken Ren ee her the love to this one, because you're the star} shrimp salud, fyem, foe ne of it, see? \he tells med ae Mollie (with conviction). You've 4 thin phigh) been at that orangeade again, Mr.| olin mate k i Thomson. You talk queer Mr‘ ng) — Homes Mr. T. (with patience)—-Lissen, | What are Mollie, and I'll explain the whole| Mollie king @ th thing. This ts a kitosh—social hap- | quarters, he tched apron; a ry] pening, They'ro giving an invita. | little movcholr win ao nicely toeey, tion Performance of your big ple-|cap. There's going to bu inies or a& ture “Sybil Sighs” before it’s re-|one waitress to this party © than leased, see? They're going to show| Mr. T. (in Dlr) Mol ft in the red projection room, and| boss'll have a fit * the He’ : these people have received engraved | contract '! cancel your Invitations to come and view it as| Mollie (cheerilyy Cancel guests of the management Who can seo ina preinerigteteet Mollie (disappointed) -Gee! Edon't| I's black as mighi- and, annare! want to see that blouming film again, | us neareiehted ape til Sybil can sigh until she gets asthina, | Liquid: Pariy, 1 ‘deat = as far as I'm concerned. I sure got’ in quarantine! Not wh ad me Qut @f Detience yrith that deme iong tortures wy palate, irra, ae: grt