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Men Who Fail ue BR eens mu ESTABLISHED BY JOBHPH PULITZER. a ly Except Sunday by the Pr bitehi se nM ae ery Cem He RALPH PULITZER, President, 63 Park Row. Us BH a Park Ri J. AN BHAW, Treasure JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr, Secret ornal Entered at the Post-Office at New Yor econd-Clase Matte: @ebscription Rates to Fivening| For England and the Continent an@ ‘World for the United States All Countries in the Internetional . ‘and Poatal Union, Met +4 ‘One Year $ 8 One Month... | MAY DAY. | HIS is not Labor Day—the day when labor asserts ite dignity. This is the day it chooses to voice its discontent. | It is just that all men and women in this country shall! expose their grievances. Real wrongs must be stated before they can be righted. Vancied wrongs mast be formulated before they can be dismissed, Orderly demonstration dovs no hari. Nevertheless, labor can take the place of thougit. to consider to-day, Nobody denies tie nation is experiencing an extraordinary in- dustrial acceleration due largely to conditions in Europe. Certain classes of industry have reaped, are reaping or are about to reap great! profits. It would be unjust that workers who contribute to those profits should not share in them, There are, on the other hand, many branches of industry whieh are not only not profiting by the war but to which the soaring cost oi raw materials—common metals, chemicals, ete.—resulting from the war, is becoming almosi prohibitive. | Manutfacturera in these groups cannot even keep going unless they raise the prices of their products. | This means heavier burdens for consumers, who are often work- ers also If employees in these industries to which the war brings only hardship, excited by glimpses of exceptional profits elsewhere, demand wage standards for which there is no sound justification, the result can only be still higher prices, decreased consumption and many man- ufacturers forced to shut down their plants or get out of business And then what becomes of the workers? | Better let the goose go on laying. The golden eggs may come! slowly, but they come more surely so. | There is another thing labor considers far too little. ‘That is its duty to the public, | The other day the Secretary of the American Federation of Labor rubbed his hands with satisfaction because he could discern big strikes threatening “greater nnrest on this May'1 than has been manifest in many previous years.” i Do strik pr sufficient) conider the losses and inconven- ience they inflict upon the commanity, which is what, after all, maine! tains and protects them? Do they stop to think that, although they profess to be fighting only their employers. tens of thousands of inno- | vent persons may be hard hit? Without the community with its laws and its administrative ma Yet chinery what could organized labor accomplish? too often) organized labor, following the hast ots directly The Eventng World Daily Magazine, Monda By J. H. Cassel y. May 1; 1916 Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune | Coprright, 1916, by The Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), THE NAIL; by Pedro de Alarcon. UDGE ZARCO, the famed Spanish criminologist, took a vacation’ from his court duties at Madrid and went for a few weeks’ rest to Seville. There he met a gloriously beautiful woman, with whem he proceeded to fall in love. She was @ woman of mystery. All that Zarco knew about her was thet her first name was Blanca, But he recognized in her a lofty soul and @ heart that reciprocated his ardent love. He besought Blanca to marry btm, She confessed that she loved him, but she weepingly refused his offer. Nevertheless, by sheer eloquence and adoration he finally won her heal tant promise. His leave of absence was ended, and he arranged to come back to Seville exactly one month later for the wedding. The impatient Zarco managed to return to Seville two weeks earlier ‘than he had expected to. But Blanca was not there. Her house was ulose@. No one could tell him anything about her. His search was vain and in @ | day or two he went again to Madrid, broken-hearted. Some timo tater all Spain was electrified by news of @ pecultarty atrost« ous murder. Don Alfonso Romeral had recently died. Cerebral apoplexy was the cause assigned. But when his body was ex~ |e ® humed, during some repairs at the cemetery, a steel mall | A Strange § was found to be lodged in hie skull. The nail hed ovis naerime, tf dently been driven through the brain, causing ineten@ death, The man’s thick hair had hitherto Mdden the wound, Inquiries were made, Suspicion fell upon Romeral’s lovely young wits, Dona Zabriela. She was brought before Judge Zarco for trial. Zarco looked at her in dumb horror, She was Blanca, the women he Gad #0 strangely lost. He had learned, meantime, that Blanca had returned to Seville on hq date fixed by them for the wedding; and, not finding htm there, had enee | more vantshed, Now ahe stood before him on a charge of murder. |ontly by her deadly pallor that she recognized Zaroo, the prisoner begged leave to make a statement. “L killed my husband,” she began, her great eyes fixed on the fudgee ashon face. “I had been forced by my parents to marry him. I hated htm, | He was a devil. I endured three years of martyrdom as hie wife Then, i during a visit to Sevitle, I met a man I learned to love. He entreated me |marry him, He wae honorable. If I had told him I was already @ would have left me at once. I thought I had a right to happiness. promised to marry him, I went home, killed my husband, and returned Seville at the time we had set for our wedding. But the man whom I hed | Bone thither to marry had abandoned me. I am tired of Ife. I wish to die.” | Zarco, in a voice he could scarce control, pronounced the death upon the woman he adored. Then he rushed to the King, and, by all his money and influence, at last succeeded in obtaining a \" | ' Gabriela, The pardon clutched tight in his hand, Zareo galloped to the execution, He was all but too late, For Gabriela had already begun ee mount the scaffold, : As the cry, “A pardon! A pardon!” was caught up by H hd Ms the crowd, the reprieved woman stretched out her arma | $ Love Scene. 2 to the judge, her face alight with love and thankfulness, i} i But before he could clasp her to his breast she swayed toward him and sank to the ground, Zaroo knelt beside her, pouring forth | vows of devotion and imploring her to be his wife. His words went unheeded, The strain and the final shock had been too much for the fragile woman, Dona Gabriela was dead, The labor we delight in physics pain._SHAKESPEARB. {Just a Wife--(Her Diary) against the common interests {o which it owes its right to exist, | “How did | lose my job? | told the boss he couidn't do without me.” 3 Edited by Janet Trevor. 3 Again-—this great industrial nation is, by the merey of God, at) soo LETS IOS TCTT IST YTD ee a = rata Copsright, 1916, by Tao Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), peace. Does labor ever pause to think what that means?’ Does it e . g CHAPTER VII. carolled An tis gayest fashion. Then : P| : . . ij ' y 1 ' a ever reflect upon what is going on in Europe. where men’s arms and; I h e J arr F aml | y I h e Off ice Force oly Jo-t never knew how mush Z) jCoxed fust the least bit aiscaneerted, } j = Fae cay , Ae | loved Ned : i|, ‘This is a surprise, Miss Randall,” legs are being blown off or their eyes destroved before they have! -—~ By Roy L. McCardell | By Bide D y increase in understanding 1 ‘ , Mi 5 4 , | . on: udley — a5 Ruby |e said rather lamely. “That is—are done a fractional part of the productive, profitable work life seemed | ¢ | y M eT should nak mate her | You still Miss Randall?” C right, 1016, ty The Press 1% Co, (The New York Eveaing World: te promise them? Does the American workman just now ever stop! Cops riety " ‘ Ned sat on tl : ( i , 6c ELL, what's wre enough. It would be a good thing} SEE by the papers said{ tinued, that Jo-Jo, the; Yesterda steps and she plied him wit fo be thankful for the country whose ideals insure him a fair prospect man asked Mr. had to step out and give some-| &¢] Popple, ihe Sy Be clerk, as} dox-faced boy, came from.” fro house in Bandport, knocked at| cence® of the summer he ad po of earning his bread at home with wife and children, instead of being aympathetically, as he ob e a chance, he adjusted his spec ‘Ob, be quiet!" said Miss Primm, When T opened it she said, ;S@2dport six years earlier. Before 5 F |werved Jenkins, the boo! torn from them at any moment by summons to battle and death? ne int Re eae American labor has its just demands, its rightful claims fo en-| statement keeper, mop: the asked Mr. Jarr. “Well, if he went to sm that a s wegian bark," over ‘S'matter? monthly | h T guess | Aren't you! it would go hard with us," said the| suess it must a’ drowned some old| force. But let it never Loast its power to enforce them by methods) feeling we ° ; FA Peeled Jenkins, “But T don't) seg-dogs, didn't it?” asked Bobbie, ak ine ts ree . “Oh, Um feeling all right,” growled | care, What do I get but a living; : hat have done it no wrong orify| «... 3] the otfice boy. that injure millions who have d ne it no wrong. Let it not gl THEY | Jenin and a bum Hying at thet.” Ma ebcaieas lo wanacped aoa ea strikes and disorder, Let it not tink that progress is measured hy} ¢T2en cheer up! Cherries will soon} “It's all any of us get if we want Primm, private secretary to the boss the number of men who refy or to let others work, or fHAE Heat ert oat seen ely | Ke look ae Hey ray remark ea Mr.|uare we to be forced to listen rioti 7 f 1] t nani Hele P what 18 tho matter! Jarr. “What else is the matter more of Bobbie's cheap jokes patriotism can ever he consistent with deliberate disruption of the | wit your" | “Rverything’s) the matter!" said this morning? Havdeaanlt aven wnow country’s industry and peace, “IT got an assessment,” sald Jenkins. | Jenkin#, pounding the desk. “I could| what a sea-dog is. . Md . ; ; ‘ “Or y erty, ‘The street’: 7 f t . i do too,” replied the bo; “A” American labor, no less than every other force in American life, eqn eee Hevalreatia! bean alan a ents 2 sone 7 abons seardog’a.a sailor who lives in News|! must realize that Americaniam spelis not only liberty but restraint,” “f2 improves your property, doesn’t} friend on earth, Who cares tor meg | undand. “Gee whiz 1910, by The Press Publishing Co bmarine has sunk a Nor-| j * said the blond stenog- | to spring an as order and respect for the common rights and daily needs of all whol !t?" asked Mr. Jar. “Who do you care for?” asked Mr.| raphor with a grin make up the nation { Y but it wil take the money Jarr. | “And New! undland Bobbie con- | PRR RRR: for iny vacation this summer,” sald “Why ehould 1 care for anybody | = 3 | aaa ‘Jenkins, “That ts, 1 haven't the when nobody cares for me?” asked| cause we love nobod The surrender of Gen, Townshend's beleaguered force tn | money yet, but when T get it the as Jenkins. he, rnitialien,’ said Jenkins, “I ) Kut-ei-Amara after 143 days’ siege is too small a loss to hate | seaeeuen wil lake i And there's erheva the trouble’. aad Mn dar Seana so do 1," attirmed Mr, Jar, “t much effect upon the war and too fine an example of endurance jother things oy profoundiy, 10 Bren’ ferness 18) 1K you. Let's slip away this after- | ever to te forgotten in the lengthening list of herole British “What other things?" asked Mr. not because nobody loves us, but be-! noon and go to the ball game | . \Jarr. | memeemaneessiemnd a uli | tatluses, b) tired of everything,” said Jen- Religion—Freedom—Vengeance—what you will: A word's enough to raise mankind to kill._BYRON, RE een ki ‘Tired of working every day tn | Cusibuiriachic reports that Villa is again dead. The idea this old office, tired of riding on the | Reflections of A Bachelor Gir By Helen Rowland | train twice a day with the same old | atupid crowd of human sheep, tired of | ewes for breakfast, tired of Iver for supper, tired of wearing the same old | bby clothes. tired of everything!” | ou've Just got the blues, that’s | ® r, What more would you want aeems to be that if he dies often enough the Americans will be convinced and go home. eae Speaking of battles, elghteen years ago this morning there was a rather conclusive little mix up in Manila Bay Hits From Sharp Wits” We may not believe one-half we, If any one could have weat life la only what you think it, and pee gets soi — Jno has Jake, the Janitor, do that| sidered my unworthy sleptons by /his frst ne e first time in y K ne-ha any one o4 ave weather ex- ’ ia | b . by The Prow Publishing Co, (The New York Grening World) ork." . . = ined’ S hear, but we don't hesitate to tell it/actly’ ty his Iiking there would be| When you think it’s not worth while, | |. | ttm tn et ae nn nee Tall he tove with him.| “Swallowed the bait whole,*| Ruby Randall. 1 f Ned ad fried again, 'T shall be all.—Philadelphia Telegrapls jeven & grower number of varieties, | Why, It isn't.” y Mi s you fall in Jove with him.) ckied the blonde She stayed all the afternoon, for|so worrled if you go, T know you're. eee i a “But it is!” said Mr. Jarr, "You But it's what you can overlook in him that helps you to keep that way Miss Primm gave her a stern look. me nad DrOUmIE ee pat Se ie ‘ splendid swimmer, but the water ¢ “Bring a father up in the way be! Some men never do anything be. ven't an ot can’ have you know I'm not a fish,” fashion, and | croche igently|is so cold, For my sake, don't should go and when be gets old because they use all their time for tell. | RAVEN? Any trouble money can’t cure, ioecalaehivelinn Pee . guid oki amine when she wasn't telling me of her tri-|try it! Will pot depart from * gays the! ing they are going to do or! have you A man fs always sighing for a model wife—and then sighing to ex) ny. jot came from Bobbie,|UMPhs as school teacher and local] ‘Then Ruby Randall laughed— Up-to-date son.—-Deserat News would have done if. “No, but | haven't the money to | ghange her for a “later model.” | “but that last Joke was a whale,” | belle ahout # gcloek Med returned | scornfully, pees Vil tell you \ aifia mibany deprnal . Sure the troubles,” replied the posaly A St tea eg A ALIA LA on wight neanie accompanted pee oer arn. I'm sure Delray its | ‘The woman who can look attractive | Mstic et eips 1 foal Wk caus itd When half a dozen men have turned to stare ai a woman on the street] gloves lie siood in the middle of the| him. | Aa he camo rather thredly up plunged under a comber. ‘Then, while The le j r hair in curl papers and t going away somewhere! ataktons her Rd aea Baie they matin hohe wn} room. thinkir he steps 4 e at|I watched, he swam until his head, The more # yit an GATAR heresy rata ania URSA sho etraightens ber hat and wonders what is the matter with her; when| “E wish,” he finally said, “that 1! fir |, who sat behind | lke the buoy, was a faint black Memphis Commercial Appeal sutiful.-Macon News ’ snapped the book- half a dozen women have turned to stare at a man he straightens his cravat| had a good joke to tell at the dinner some vines, a spec! ns pcp is co \ieenm. “How'd you tike to have to/and wouders what makes him so fascinating. of the jte Hite Pie fraternity to | Hello, Mollie Mavourneen!" he (To Be Continued.) | keene ow'd ye » hi night. Anybody goto ee, Letters From the People | muuiie your” trans weber dy fe A Any aa Bet oer om, F over rows of figures till your eyes t isn't milk and water that women admire in a man, it’s just a little! “Lot's have it | cen one pa (when she cam spare the time) and) ached and your back ached and your | milk of human interest--the feeling that he is gazing at you while you're| Pree you see, Smith jRetiows al acts Not Worth Knowing. Your recent editorial on “What Do|and homework are Anished Ie jx long | Wael ached. and other bogie having (talking Instead of straight through you at his own retection, pee es commes wtone and” smith By Arthur Baer. " after eight ch ood time in this world, with plenty | sinite points at the colored man, ‘Se Parents Think?" interests me «rently, after eight. With suca a 4 e+e , ; i" . : . Ian? he asks. 'Y' piles Jones. | Copyright, 1910, by The Prow Publishing Go. (The New York Brentng World) “ SE RL NA Lak f Pee 6 | f money to spend and nothing to No man but Solomon was ever perfectly satisfied with domesticity; and) Man! he. ith. ‘What Owing to their restless nature and habit of migrating, the flea e and seve grades, thin ne ting in for piano pr worry them? ' spi a Ary Prnn fs as i | 6 , the censua homework should be greatly modified | tice « fine art for which Who Arey no doubt even he felt that he might have done better if he could have di- find of 88 fy new Aad takers have no method of knowing whether they have counted @ flea or abolighed. Four hours per day she may ? If homework be, ’ ae vorced his whole harem and started all over again “ea ‘ than once. more seem to me enough for & child to be| ao vaseniial, why do not the teacnera| “Well. the boss,” replied Jenkins, wi | sPretty. good! sald Mr. Snooks. studying, without having also twolreport on saine and thus encourage, he bookhecper. “He comes to the A As : lair etenat Dehn eall’the bata than ona: hours’ school Work + poms, Many |the children in bringing in the I oflce in automobile when he The woman who keeps a man eternally interested {fs the one who bas} Set eak ieee Paint” When released by the process of a emalt boy cating the rim tha aise pupils of upper grades have time for}sons? | like my children to be fair tues + t 004 e the wisdom to keep her soul, her sentiments and her ankles carefully | yy, tered his 0 » offic h a Hy " nothing else but schoolwork and we, | and square, and | impress upon them tee Mike ae a Boo time and : Ho ent L i his Ray 8 Mice and the centre of a cruller joing the mother body. as parents, would like our children|that if 1 solve o problem or analyze | 1oesn't have to worry,” Didden. ‘ ne a Miss Primo a | nome a to take a@ little outdoor exercise or)a sentence for them it is not their) “Doesn't he?" asked Mr Jarr. “You! -— “Isn't that an excellent joke? she One way to foil the English mai i rE ernest in oknere ERS | ores HT wn Hie slat ticks on to | keen he books, How ts businesa?™| Eyer man a lores a girl whose mind {s as dilicate as a seashell—and| asked of nobody. in prmearanis ohivese f F censors is to write your tettere 4 as music, the h J Lohildren should be in Bil upsine t * | f in Mi Ment O raniled ton be older girl reached home mbout 8.80.| that time) | feel T must come to the! Nuuness is rotten, [ll admit) just as hollow UE SRRHe Thea uke ie ale pane By the time we talk things over and|rescue, Well, such work is a teat of | (08%! sald Jenkons, “But it will ptek | Peas! eosnal aan Bcehia | A fad Nae been discovered tn pana th r whe is rested it is four, Then she the parents’ mentality and not the| 4p soon, Anyway, the boss has had 7 fi "T have nothing to say to you—you sd oslyels Long hat doesn’t grote unt it hag goes for an hour in the open alr child's, MRS. K, | & good time and pleaty of mousy long! Never strike a woman. Jugt tell her how pretty che “used to be, Uttle fool!” snapped Aliss Primm, been caught by some New York fisherman, | 1}. wouldn't fill more than a half dozen | course, I don’t mean that anybody | themselves hu; books. Of all things!” can be really lonely on a honeymoon,” | to keep en Mtge Tenant pee | “Tut, tut!" sald Spooner, the book- | she added, with a laugh which per- it, for I know he wanted a long ewime, keeper. “We mustn't quarrel. Let’s haps only sounded satirical. “But I| ‘Only whon she dared him to eel be pleasant. I presume local calls knew your husband so well’—just @/out to the furthest buoy I pettanaal |from subway telephone booths will hint of emphasis on the last twollt was mo tar from. shore thet i be five cents. words—"‘that when I returned yes-|seemed a black speck, and Ned “But sup u're goin’ to take terday from a visit to Portland and|already had been in the fey Maine an express” Bobbie. heard you were stopping here, I/water for twenty minutes, “Ho's off y" Miss Primm said thought I'd lke to make your ac-| “Please walt till to-morrow for that with a snort. “I'm going to ask Mr. | quaintance. swim,” I pleaded. A! three of us Snooks to move my desk into another | renew acquaintance with|were standing in the shallows near room was my following thought. | the beach, Randall. But I am going to hate her | YOu still M! |for the rest of my life. ‘Oh, yea,” she r onded with an airy toss of her head. ne boy. ard {| my door. eee vate near thet | 'ituby Randall has come to call ob a es | you." nate my jokes | Yq’ must have looked the surprise I ro soon to bo able to telephone | felt. For she added, in easy explana- subway stations tion, “Your husband knew her that Anybody can do that now,” sald | vacation he spent here when he was/| 14 in & low tone, in college. He was quite sweet on public can't.” Ruby at the time, and she certainly re, the public ean." made a dead set after him. She “There are no public phones in the |ain't never married, and folks do subway.” say Oh; that’s #0, all right enous,” ell Misa Randall Tit be down at 1 Bobbie, “but anybody with any once," I hastily shut off the flow Of! peared on the be: wat ali can toll phone from a|contidences. Of course every wite | Ruby Randall wee {Re omen ay station," [knows that her husband has had |In'her binck bathing aut hen Ries might have known he intended | friendships with other girls before he! and her color were wondertal ine joke,” came from herself, but that knowledge does | ir wasn't her fault, or Ned'ee thar y (he private secretary. “It's become not make her eager to hear details.| felt thin and childish and Tosignin- wo Jwrly that one can't say a thing | “T found Mise Randall on the plazaa cant, in this office but what Bobble makes | few minutes later, Sho is @ tall| Tam not a goo A clieap Witttcism out of It |young woman with a beautifully! tne ‘oceans ut mother wer armors I thought that was a pretty good | rounded figure and rather too high | timid about it and never wanted ne," said Miss Tillle, the blonde, | color. Perhaps Iam prejudiced, but |to go far from shore. T hee aren “You don't know much more about | she looked a little coarse, I thought, | tised with Ned, since T’ve bi 2 humor than Hobbie does,” snapped jand my {impression was not changed | jn Sandport, but that's only eter Miss Primm, 4 the bionae, | Bnet sttectedly correct Engilsh. , Is that so?” returned the blonde.| “You must be lonely here, awa: ‘a Well, what you know about humor | trom all your friends," ahe Doran. “Ot | snake and ane mage Wee © rater fr she went the three of us arranged to 4 meet at the beach for @ swimming 4 Party the next morning. jed looked at After her departur me apologetically. “I'm afraid Miss Randall seems a little loud to you, he said, “but she's a folly, goo hearted girl—used to be, 1 mean.” “I'm glad to meet any old friend of yours, Ned,” I replied, ashamed of myself because I could net feel cordial as I sounded. Rut T must be fair. When she ap- then lw Mdn't spring ar or {The boss won't do it,” said Bobbie. thon t mentally called myself a cat,| "I dare’ you, Ned Houghton!” ree “Why won't he