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| f ' 5 Aa f . The Evening World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, April be Sty Wiorld. The Pot Calls the Kettle Black x22 08 ESTABLIGHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. | The Pot Calls Pann Published Daily Except Sunday by the Press Pudlishing Co ay, 4b Park Rew Now York RALPH PULITZER, Preeident, ark Row. J. ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, 63 Park Row, . JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr, Secretary, 63 Park Row. | Ent at the Post-Ofice at New York as Second-Class Matter. 1 rae ge -rsgomge snore | | @wbecription Rates to The ming |For England and the Continent and | ‘World for the United States All Countries in the International | and Canada Postal Union. Ome Tear ensscsncsecseesecsssens $8.80) One Tear... oe Ome Month. nese ere ee eres neers One Month. 85 ‘VOLUME 56.. ON TO THE END. | ERSISTENT reports of Villa's denth are not to be wondered at in view of earlier stories of his serious wounds and painful flight across the mountains. It is, of course, possible that he died days ago and that his followers are hastening to cover, only too glad to have the chase continue in one direction, since it gives them) the better chance to ecatter and find friends. | On the other hand, the fact that hints of the bandit’s death ema-| nate from Carranza’s headquarters at Queretaro does not much en-| courage belief in the event. The desire in Mexican military circles) to see the American troops get out of the country has been s0 little! concealed of Inte that almost any rumor might be circulated if there! were thought to be a chance that it would put an end to the advance} of Gen. Pershing’s men. | Experience in Mexico has taught us that seeing is believing. With 12,000 United States troops already over the border, the head of the expedition pushed 400 miles into Mexican territory, and a border patrol of 18,000 awaiting developments, it does not seem probable that this Government will change its purpose because Carranza’s gen-| erals are “informed” that Villa is dead. | We have yet to know all the hardships Gen. Perehing’s troopers have suffered in their 400 mile dash across Mexican mountain and desert. But we can be sure it has been march to try the endurance of the stoutest. No American wants to see auch good work wasted. Tt must still be Villa alive—or dead beyond all doubt. ——<—$_-$4 = —_—_——— For forty-nine days the battle of Verdun has been com! to e climax. —__-+=__—_—_——- CHILD WELFARE WINS. ISENTANGLED from the red tape of bureaucratic charity administration in this city the Widows’ Pension law will now have a chance to fulfil the purposes for which it was enacted. Despite the opposition of the Charity ‘Trust and ite friends at Albany, the Senate followed the example of the Assembly and passed the Hill-McCue amendment bill which frees the Child Welfare Board | from the control of the city Department of Charities in the work of providing practical aid for widows. The Governor is ready to sign the bill. To the efforts of The Evening World, and especially to those of | a member of its staff, Miss Sophie Irene Loeb, was mainly due the, passage of the Widows’ Pension act and of the amendment which, now releases it from the chill, paralyzing grip of organized charity. | Widows’ pensions were not meant to be charity. Their purpose | is part economic, part civic. For leas money than it costa to maintain dependent children in inetitutions the State can help their mothers to Dring them up at home. And the State thereby gets better citizens into the bargain. This is not charity, but wise public policy and sound business. Henceforth the work should go forward without hindrance. The Jarr Family —— By Roy L. McCardell —— Lucile, the Waitress By Bide Dudley —— New York by The Prow Publishing Co 1916, ‘The New York Copyright, 1010, by The Pree Publishing ( oa W Copyright ening World), , TER XXXU. her niode o: s satauny Or ‘“ had a beauty doctor in| time you decide to do any forgetting | 66 OW do?” guid Mrs. Jarr,|a bite of luncheon and then sit down | 5 CHaRTEs foal vad gig elle hea: I oe Maal patron Be London professes to have found a drink that looks like here) this morning, Wid)" | {ust forest me and ing ‘nase bien: coldiy, in response to Mr.{and read a Httle and rest up when FOR dey (oF S88 pienio arri her--"will get along better w ¢ beer, emells like beer, tastes like beer, but leaves no head- said Ractla, the waltreem lice Se ssned von have, jerking toe Jarry. cordial greetings |she came,” eald Mra. Jarr. “The bell The: WORM Or Was denen haa late I never made you come . ache, No penalty—no fun, she handed the newspaperman a snd hare Be; the nose’ upon his home-coming the other eve-|rang and before I had time to tell It couldn't be better if 1 WO) 60 areive: me IF 700 wee x knife and fork, “Did you ever run} "'Now, calm yourself, lady!" he Gertrude to say I was out, in walks | been made to orderl” Robert re.) when pobert returned from tin aoe across one of those guys?” by call ke at een ae 18 the matter, dearie?” | Mra, Hiokett, I could ace right away | marked while Cressing, “ Wigh YOUS/oplcnio the late twilleht waa juat fell, A GREAT INVENTION frente elleve ti ster didi” R879: ue Tarr, this thine with some |ahe had come to have Tuncheon with | Change your mind, Jane, yo] ie: it et et Picea aaddeued . | plied. "Vou will not, you poor nut,’ 1] soliettude me, Well, I just had some grape. | yoncn An YOU LeRauber se tauba retueal teracearn Tea awear tt ; 4, ]almost shout, ; f ane's | cvom= E HAVE long known that our ancestors wore their collare| ,, Well, you're lucky,” she continued, |@IOst Shout uttohen and| “Ob, I've got ® headache!” aald fruit and cold mutton, only enough, Robert was sorely tempted to stay) pany him w he hurried up 4 hei d the wi "| “He takes a seat and I glide Up tO} giv. Lillie a section of my surah-| Mra, Jarr. for Gertrude and me; for the:children |at home with her. ‘Then the thought) path. They would have a bite of din- and cuffs sewed to their shirts and changed the whole outfit | get his order. Hoe looks at me and] bellum, you know—a piece of my] “Weil, I'm very sorry you are out had had thelr lunchesn and had gone | of How foolish it would be for fim te her, then he would take her for « at once. But it remained for the Department of Com-|#ays: ‘I can remove that for you. mind, if thav’a too, deep for you op sorta began Mr. daer, condel- |00es 1 echosl Mo 3 jum made up > gic any dishness hurdened| “Jane!” he culled, almost before he ' ry or erly a n t fe, the tow-head, waits on him sorts, Mr, r 70U" ' cause 0 iidishness ape ene an merce to discover that the wife of a Troy (N. Y.) blackemith some- on BGR! Abe SAGs ML with) chad TC don't go buck ‘till he calls for | ingly. my mind I WOULD NOT be tmposed him, and he urged her no further, nor|had the door op re ure you, where about 1825 first reflected upon the fact that shirts stay clean“ “Phat freckia on your none.’ Pea Reue euchts eae “wouldn't you be out of sorts if ee ee ear Seared oe wsaed a willingness to here er)’ “ih the twilight dinincas of the hall Jonger than collars and so decided to spare herself elbow strain at| “Now you know and I know, kid Mo" was ‘somewhat over-xeajoug,|¥oU hud that dreadful Mrs, Hickett troubles: ‘Oh, Mrs, Hickett, it's too |, a ger aug nleeealrh Beemer, Ba iat eaci out da he Wann nCae Nias : We ie that it ain't delicatessen for a strange | "ei"t he?” Neasending down wponsvou end tke | baa-vouignowal fuatcome when Lam line rie ceo aimee ef ROCSRY: | ra Heine tsar then Inte the Alina 01 . 2 wy, Kid, yi pad 3 ey : : y, | the o hen Juto the diiing the washtub by cutting the collars off her husband’s shirts and treat-| ian to cut loose to w strange lady hy, Wid you anid something: hak Ree ps souni tice tolling: au) ter |iccine aus to Gave tunchinn downtows Hila face wae ra ther pale, ana thers LL Boa HR | ing them as separate articles. about her freckles » him? He's got long brown hi. troubles and driving you out of your! with Clara Mudridge-Smith!’ mouth, She wondered vaguely wh entire house impressed itself upon id Troj . vife i rroj { “'Oh,' I says, ‘so you come in here}and a beard. I inderstand he air) own home?’ asked Mrs, Jarr peev- ' “4 7 Ane she had never notl A thesn hetore ¥| nim. A Trojan housewife invented the collar, All the Trojan men} B Addit y ns ne a dertomologiat parlor ne hth ishly. “If you had been through with what do you think sho said? fas never eet ene brought heel os sanee been cleaning up," he smiled ’ : to remove freckles, eh? I thought |4 ‘ ole vaurlo shiy. “If you had be ra th hd ‘ erat | 1 eee theaent. Foyt ay had to do was to get to work and make ’em—which they did and Kaptl sau coma in to grab e Wayward Dike loon te eft HL as ACHE It] what 1 have been through with this Phat she'd go slong!” ventured! eyoughts and attention back to what| et the thought, as ibe. clinbeg. the 4 ate : ¥ grab a wayward |you ever run acrost his address, kid, | Mr, Jarr, FEE eee ving At Whe GUTlOUAy, Titties sen ht itiene on doing until Troy now furnishes 80.46 per cent. of all the collars|cuit or a lonely prune, You will | lin tt to me. ‘This freckle ts a fright, duy ideetut hae | “She knew better than that; Tcould |enough just what she knew he would But the bed. was. smooth dhe and cuffs turned out in this country. Rinily. BAe on ‘he beauty ot the | in't | a : T war Just getting ready to have get out of taking her even if T had |SAy, phat he Aland he home eens touched. the t rfect order. peases MFO ne 0 —-4+-—- — hae bs or he ai frig : were and limit your lhad auch an invitation, because ehe /Set now it hud some Way # BtFanKgely | neleitrn” Robert returned to the Who will not mercy unto others show, how can he mercy ever SPENSER But how did our extravagant ancestors manage to keep up the? ay pace if their wives refused to do the washing? Their laundry bills tations to the eats, What would you care to crowd down your esoppy- | ; sus? Will you have roast beef or pork chops? ‘The hope to have? like her,” replied Mrs, Jarr. Pop’s Mutual Motor—By Alma Woodward. said, 48 cool as you please: a must have heen formidable, mind ; pork chops are Applying the collar and cwff standard, men divide to-day into all, gone. . Le pe pegging [Plan which now had become almost | weil’ note " i “Iv'a rapid stuff, kid, and he don't Coprright, 1916. by The Press Publishing Co, (The New. York Ev World otlp: oF tE hae gow! lo? She got | an obsession to her. ‘All night he sat on the porch with classes, For a few of the rich, the super-clegant and the reactionary, | quite get mo. tiv pauses and regi PRON iB ariel ap i : is : Gertrude to make her some fresh toa) Aa soon as the door closed upon | oniy Me TGR Qornianie teeing : +8 j ‘ E i ne In tront, of Pa gets out of car, salutes driver, vert 'N ober! 2 r sia » shirt, collar and cuffs still exist as one, With the well-to-do, shirt ef, pugzioment, Sa a sal A ite aia rey Bape. Sng then auld: "Nothing Mke making |Rovert, Jane rushed Inte the kitchen | adjust Tn the thorniug te . | "Listen, lady, he says, ‘You think mete Aix (hanvoitaly) Whee actu t one's self at home with frie 1p | And, feverishly went about tidying | bathed val and went ‘ aud cuffs remain united, but collars come and go. Millions make | that ckle has got ine fascinated, | men ihe bln? 8 going to he Th suet ae Hf Gem 84 M9 the house With wnnwented energy |omce. To inquiries he made a , : i eer Al fuse nar i just see she rushed from one task to another|gwer that Jane had gone away for cuffs as well as collars replacable adjuncts of the less visible and longer| Wiss, teu busy man? nt ne ? ; cee ee ney usinews)—Whon T blow jaumetiing: in your icebox. You won't |until the entire place was apotiess.| ato eae) i a NEP) or jess, to au busy man A (continuing the discussion be- | inh ey were off mething in ‘ You won't until p potless. [a jong rest and cli at nome plate suspended from the neck fon—aive tw’ dyspepoid card the) ¥ ny ideas of what’ In righte=| oii tales 3 a con? What could fdo? She got out | fore her, she, bathed, dressed and sat| realized. that” his All democratic. peoples, however, have hailed the collar aa an in-| your gorcailea ‘inde Wo says, is that thatte all, And you're not doing it) | Fop, (inpadentiyas Nom, what ald on a fod Butter aad the elt (aree Wear Toone Gadure the|Heniosed ner wostuly, aut he i y, ea, ho , have hailed the ec in- Ar amlled ah ee as tie thy th my permission, you do that fe ves them aj mutton and th upefrult, and a ye ert: I ¢ e 6] He missed her woefully, but he lived spiration. It stands for neatness, respectability and thrift. It is Te eas cetae iets te herh Deana her down) on, | seconds urt, But wh a second?! 1 had the courage to do or say was|life I am leading any longer. I am/on in the ra hoes eaneinatied by ene its J : i$) nature leaves off and make the ugly | gon’ le rau| Pan Caner | fe meenti@n the feck that 7 Rms) 006 | eeeee eee eee nena nett aaa err usb oo a within reach of all. It looks the same on clerk or millionaire, Ag a| bewutiful. How's your cutile? jon't be a silly little goose, Ttell you! | Ma (ufter a few exclamations from ut Fhe started to say something about] but coming out every nigiit just as hs all, It 3 . As al der eee ee eene bill of| this old codger has been at me for a] Pop)—What's the matter some of the mutton for Gertrude, and his not needing. her, that he no| always had dono, A iont) passed worthy means of keeping up appearances and sustaining self-respect | ta f dnap. ‘back at him,| year, Evory time I meet him at that] Vor rately) How do I know? |she ate up ¢ rything except what longer loved her, because of Marton|two more, yet he had heard nothtug : a 'B t beef. idea ‘se Lunot : ae ook at the way it spurts and hesi-|) did cut for Gertrude, like the, Lawrence, then decided she would| from Jane, Mr. Barton 1 advanced our forefathers had nothing to compare with it. pie 2 euiticie in| See Man's Lunch place he tell) ¢ateg and then spurts some more, Tt | ong Le Paeitire a Pry he | er allow him to think {t was Jealousy | his salary and given him a pe Hii se eee lene o hlerstan |e ROW he hates automobiles; what| didn't do that coming up. If It keeps | °APPing ged | which had driven her away, Yet she|far greater trust. And It - oe ee cticie, Did you know that?’ | 10¢ of Junk they ere: how much | this up that spring-kn nag has a ae aa you get rid of het"! Knew tn her own mind that it was | ply worked and watted and TOF .the guitcle. Did you Know that’ |i ser a good horse is, &o, And yes | chance asked Mr. Jarr a combination of dissatisfaction with (To Be Concluded.) ollars and Sense’ By H. J. Barrett iy scat | oe fo Be Consluded jo we sun-spot on the vertezebra of the|terday he challenged me to race his) Ma (meekly)—The car is certainly 1 didn't," said Mrs, Jarr, almost ee PL EET y-seVRT PE po ckbone,.? ray, | ROLIMB Ae estas ts \ ‘ ; 9 GP ]THE matt order houses make e| “After consulting imy advertising| '="Well, 1 can remove it! ho muva [totter ony mile Biel Ay Ten Weer aide hinseiey... Warewily “ME put on my things and The First American Novelist. strong point of the econo-\|man I concluded to tnaugurate my Now, listen, kid, 2 trusting |e! fi fnish frst, It's so simple It's acting like ab d: ‘Well, really, you must excuse HE first American novelist to; ful, and, alihough they now seein mies effected through buy-|campaign by holding a telephone little soul and he got me going How? | it's foolish with the poping ne, Ihave to keep my appointment take up Hterature as a profes-| rather erude, they stood the bes ing by catalogue,” remarked a depart-|sale, After installing extra telephone [ questionize, You see, that freckle} Ma (finding more trouble)~--[t's not idn’t be surpr to see it And then I went out in the hall an sina dha CleRan Oe tives [aoe n fiction up to Cooper ment store proprietor. Pi nel M aa Une SEAL HPA REL RESTA Reade lautengortantne Bee tae tjopousis; ooking Ir un to Mra, Kittingly’s, But she was jood — the ploncer—-was Charles] of a Meepwalker,” was hie teal tiovel “Against this, of course, the laree\c¢ FeA TRARAIRE Ee DFOPAn ieee | airy 7 eaaaaitaal ee pop (scornfulls ) don't: make Oyo Niare lie comes trotting {Out and so was her servant, and so I) Brookden Brown, who died 108 yean POR a iad ha ochies stone houses must charge the cost of N eercral BAShB OTGarm We enlec a oe itt Nh ye me hiugh, Wi you? Pulled for race nt And h on, Isn't at on the stairs thinking surely Mrs, ago to-day, at the age of thirty-nine, | ard Talbot,” 4 other tales, production and distribution of 7,000,- | to be advertined for sais ! nose Fen ee eet ne ee od wok tikve (a Rut dnrte foe y, though! He khows he's | Miskett would ge overy minute and BrOn DT rel ace GaRs iran Tah ie larere oureet vaven 000 oF 8,000,000 big catalogues which|,,“The Phones began to ring early on | how y ludickerous it Boat ten miles un hour, 1 bet REUMSloNMet Al. ual aie ip oaaks in fiat, but the | 48d his Meith Wallam Penn’ He Maay seat lie oRcaGut must cost close to a dollar apiece, puede nw Of the event. “And they | pearing, nae on havin: that|think of the « ten's & rete eae aametini: aioe pping old) vulture’—Mrs, , Tarr. studied law, but abatdoned that pro- TEAL Olien bee BED WATE Auntie and perhaps 20,000,000 emailer ones, (volume of sules wurpasaed iy fond | fillies deed Ce ees Minning! What did you (seemed to get wome comfort out of fewston for literature, "Wieland! hia) ly to be sgitted ant er of “Nevertheless, it is evident that/#t expectations and the average we at ot the Kitehe ene tat ‘ “ M, brea pia a ) ss athe grap fruit und bread fun fonowed 4 ye rh ares Sy aati nae there ts @ great deal of truth in their {Volume per clerk was most satiefac.| Ia a cute ttle no ‘ Ba rt Pop tavcusingly)-—-You dit, too, and 1 and “drank five. cups, of Hoth novela wera succeas- "and not_aga more diver ‘ iececinn’ tha’ catalogue buriok reel Orton tottering te Chena thet te eee out, Tim hannilt “i « fewn did it when I turned to shake tea then said she'd look after) — aa aes ——--- - . ~ . per dollar gross business. pens steadily increased joe on teiciic!' yells Tlliie, laugh: | tiful horse! Do you notice how 1n-| carbureter, i the children came home from school JUST A WIFE (HER DIARY) rf “It was through reflecting upon this] pone arte brs bf to do a! ing again. ltelliwent his eves are? And look at Pop (throwing up his hands)—Ha! And there I sat up in that dark hall » ergument that the value of creating eaat “xs a. i dtd " Finally I get away from him, I|his sensitive ears, Milton! Hoe feels | Discovered—the nine-thousand-four- for three hours! 6 ae EEE EET iq eno suspen tor 0 | (Are Us & Rees OAHY WAPRboRe Fs | pive im one [00k “Well! Tsay, ex-|that something terrible is going to hundred-and-sixth use for that for Who ig It says ‘Save us from our % EDITED BY JANET TREVOR 4 exter “5 ; id | plodediy. | happen, midable weapon, a woman's hairpin! | friends?’ asked Mr. Jarr ’ big retail etore was borne in upon |crnerwise never havo obtained, And|” “Excuse me, lady!’ he says. i'm), Pop (with bravado)—He won't |faavise you'to patent it, Selling the| "She's no friend of mine,” said Mrs, $ Chapters From a Bride's Heart-Story & q case, go enthusiastic about my trade that} know what he's up against, Wait till | {dea to crooked mechaniclans tn big Jar “But you walt! I'm go o¢ mn 4 ba Ryenene orders, ie catalogue Jes that wave Ume; In other words, { sometimes forget myselt! \T wo and shake hands with my chal eigen eae mOonanlolane 1h HG RT bnok ee Rees 3 WILL BEGIN IN MONDAY'S EVENING WORLD 3 dere, meant lem expense, sales at low cos! “Well, I snort agein, ‘The next|lenger in the approved style, income, Traitorette! jit T don ti" PTIti iii tet ee | t ’ ‘ ‘ , ‘knows Clara Mudridge-Smith doesn't | unfamiliar sound; “No, she | there was beating in the back of her Oh, don't | brain the all I want The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune Copsright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World) BROWN OF CALAVERAS. By Bret Harte. 1S name was Brown and he was known as “Brown of Calaveras He a big, weak-willed, dissolute fellow who had come to the California camp of Wingdam to make a living as miner and hotel keeper. And he was making a failure of both jobs, Then his wife, whom he had left in the Hast, joined him. his luck changed for the better. Mrs. Brown was beautiful. Also she was clever and amusing and a | splendid manager. And her big, helpless husband was slavishly in love |with her, Under her management his mine began to pay. Also her pres- | ence in that region of few women kept his hotel full to overflowing. | The best people in the county lived at Brown's Hotel. Its fame spread ‘far. Such celebrities Col. Starbottle and Judge Boompoiuter stopped |there when they were !n Wingdam. So did Mr. Jack Hamlin, arch-gam- | bler and lady-killer. But, because of his doubtful profession, Mr. Hamlin And at once . was not seen often in the company of the ultra-retined Mrs. Brow a, al- | though he and Brown had long been chums 7 ‘And #o @ year went by. Business boomed; but for some reason Biowa | of Calaveras grew more and more sullen and unhappy. | Late one night Jack Hamlin rod » to the back door of the hotel, turned le », Nis horse over tu the hostler and entered the hotel uletly from the rear. Just then Brown ehanced to FF tents f Srosa thn yard from the stables and hailed the gambler $ + 3 delightedly, Hamlin seemed displeased at chance enn noting and returned his chum's glad greeting with no Freat cordiality, But Brown did not observe this. 1 ' , « was in trouble and he wanted his friend's advice 1 Harlin uy Brown flung I misfortur ng , his own room, Jack the only ehair on the bed, and broke out at once into the He told Hamlin that Mrs. Brown's conduct was iving n the tory af his mak She no longer cared for jusband, and in faet would see nothing except at meals or when hotel business brought them together. “If L didn't love the woman, Jack,” he went on, “I wouldn't mind, But {t's loving her that gits me. It ain't only that she doesn’t love me any more, but I think she loves somebody else. I've ketehed her lo me, sort of And fo week shoe's 4 furbelows and jewelry. d all but that, What'll I do?" promptly suggested Hamlin, timid and pitying. And she writes to somebody, been getting together her own things—t And I think she's going away. I could sta “Spot the man and kill him on sight,’ “But will that bring her back?" Jack made no reply. After a long silence Brown dozed. ily took out a deck of cards and dealt two hands, one for the slee Hamlin at ing Brown, one for himself, Then he shook dice for Brown and for himself, After which he drew from his pocket @ note. It was in a woman's hand and reatl “Be at the corral with a buggy at three.” He burned the note and got tu his feet with a sigh, Hrown 1 him aod mumbled drowsily “Don't go yet, Jack. It's a comfort to see you “In ten minutes,” replied Hamlin, “I'l be gone, We wou't si ther again, Sell out all you've got, take your wife with you id quit the coun fe P her she must go. Make jer t won't. Hea treat her like a wu Don't be # foul man, and } Goodby.” He gtr » Missus sald you ¥ Sacrifice. ped out of the room and out of the hotel. hostler, he called for his to have the buggy,” pro sta i A Gambler's d the yawning hostler. Hamlin swore fiercely at him and again demanded his horse, Vaulting into the saddle, he gulloped down the moonlit road and out of sight. Yes, and out of the life of poor, helpless Brown of Calaveras—and out of the | t \the woman he loved: the woman he was thus restoring to tl man who loved her more than all the world and who had so nearly _-4-——- Trust not him that hath once broken faith. SHAKESPEARE, weake lost her, Whena Man’s Married — By Dale Drummond — by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening Worl Copyright. 1916, for all the time front porch to walt, As he passed the rack in the hal! the gleam of the white paper caught his eye and, turn- ing on the light, he read Jane's thought that to-day was| her chance to put into execution the) isa