The evening world. Newspaper, May 3, 1916, Page 16

' cs ond u oY 3 — ate Mn ~ 7 tes were of Upping hike bes ESTABLISHED RY JOSEPH PULITZER. Pup iy Except Sunday by the Presa Publishi pe: a3 Park Row. New Fork, e Company, RALPH PULITZER, President, 63 Park Row. J. ANGUS BHAW, Treasurer, 63 Park Row. JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr., Secretary, 63 Park Row. Nog. 68 to) | | 0 ntered at the Post-Ofice at New York as Second-Claas Matter. @edsecription Rates to The Evening| For England and the Continent and , Works for the United States All Countries in the International 4 Postal Union. One Year. ++ $3.50/One Year. + 99. One Month. VOLUME 56... .30 One Month. . -NO. 19,979 BY THE THROAT. , work in large numbers at any moment. ported “munition mad.” Longshoremen employed in loading ex- plosives aboard ships in Gravesend Bay have been making fancy wages, 6+ high as $80 and #90 a week. No more of the old wage scales for them, even if they have to paralyze all the shipping in the harbor to enforce their new demands! Loaded freight cars may collect by thousands at congested termi- nals, liners may lie empty at their docks, the Port of New York may lose millions of dollars’ worth of trade—but big money for the mo- ment completely obscures the prospect of lean days to come. So it goes on all sides. Sixty thousand garment workers in this city quit work yesterday; 10,000 carpenters and as many painters and decorators laid aside their tools and brushes 00 workers struck in various industries of New York and New England, Labor reports 2,293,500 men throughout the country in “restless mood,” ready to strike for anything they see some one else enjoying. Everywhere the impulee is the same: Prosperity is here! Get it by the throat and make it pledge itself to give up! But what if it’s strangled to death? SSN All the United States troops in Mexico are well “dug ‘n’ and ready to meet any attack.—News despatch, A punitive expedition entrenching itself! —_—__ ++ — IS EVERYBODY READY? the Board of Aldermen, secs great days ahead for New York in the hands of the city planners, who aim, among other things, to regulate the heights of buildings and lay out residen-| jtial and industrial zone “The changes will bring a new era,” declares Mr. McAneny. While under the old regime the city presented a municipal tragedy | and was a city of desolation, it shall be so no more.” May he prove a true prophet. It’s hard to forget, however, every man of imagination who ever tried to better the city’s configu- _Yation soon found himself up against private citizens who, though en- ‘thusiastic for beauty in the abstract, could never see it when it threat ened to disturb for jhe space of a single month concrete values in’ ¢ which they happened to be interested. Few real estate owners in New York have ever been willing to forego the right to build as they chose on their own land merely to keep the city from becoming a place of “desolation.” Which is why, we have sightliness only in spots. H Maybe a new municipal spirit is abroad. The civie organizations; and the art societies seem to think so, But has anybody heard prop- erty say anything about the sacrifices it expects to make to beauty? ———__-4—— That civic purity and simplicity should have evolved a New York Board of Aldermen shy of plug hats! +———_—_—— SAFETY FIRST FOR ELEVATORS. HE tragic death of a girl stenographer who tripped and fell down ap elevator shaft from the eleventh floor of a Wall ‘ Street skyscraper as a result of trying to jump through the closing doors after the car had started should %e a warning to the thousands who ride in elevators every hour of the day in New York, It also points to the need of enforcing a uniform rule that no} “elevator shall be started at any floor until the door or doors have been closed and locked, The Board of Aldermen recently tabled an ordi nance requiring all elevator men to observe this precaution, There is, however, a still better way to insure safety. Klevators in the World Building are filted with an automatic device’ which makes it impossible to move the car up or down until the doors are firmly shut. The public is notoriously reckless. We have seen men push aside an elevator boy and tug at the doors in their eagerness to get ont at a floor they had been absent-mindgdly about to miss, Don’t put all the responsibility on the elevator man, Make it a mechanical impossibility for excited or careless people to jump out of a moving elevator, Hits From Sharp Wits Hee, Sometimes a person who seems to be a good livtener is excessively bored.—-Albany Journal. eee a man's face is her for- that doesn't prove that it Isn't urce of profit to her druggist as Macon News, ee tu a well . Miladt says if we al¥ thought only benutiful thoughts, who'd fry the eres and clean the furnace?—Memphis Commercial Appeal. ee There is nothing more exasperating than the experience with the fellow who, after you have given him the opportunity for the last word, still continues to talk.--Albany Journal, eee It is the wise man who builds his fort before he starts to fight.—-Phila- Gelphia Telegraph. . Queer, isn’t it, that the wolf at the door never yet howled loud enough to frighten away the stork?—Macon News, Letters From the People A Messenger’s Wall, ‘To tae Editor of The Evening World A reader claims that he thinks that he should not give the barber a tip very time he gets a shave and hair out. That may be right in his way of thinking, but in my way it is not. am working for 4 telegraph com- pany as messenger. Now | want to) ask you or some of your readers can «you explain why most people that we ideliver telegrams to never even think | he messenger boy? We have to travel in all kinds of weather,| Marriage lcenses are rain or shine, and still no one ever all the States and Ter: gives us any consideration. I would’ Alaska. like to hear from some reader, giving an explanation of this, We are paid only $1.4 day, I think some one ought |to BAY something about the messen- gers. All we get where we go Is “Thanks.” As the old proverb say: “Thanks and sympathy never fed and never will feed anybody.” MESSENGER, mi To the Bait Is there any State in where one may be married without a marriage license? c the Union J required in ituries eacept HE strike of the tug and towboat engineers further ties up the} handling of freight in New York harbor at a moment when! this port ought to be straining its every facility to meet the ~ « demands of an unprecedented rush of commerce. Longshoremen and floatmen are restless and expected to quit Some 30,000 of them are re- R. GEORGE M’ANENY, civic expert and former President of! that| office lately,” plied Mrs, Jarr, $5) \ 1 | | | | Roy L Copyright, 1916. by ‘The Pres Publishing Co, (Th, HY can't you get home earlier from the office asked Mrs, Jarr in a com- Plaining tone, “Now that the days ure ing longer, you might at Teast “We have been very busy at sald Mr. Jarr, “That's what you always say,” re- notice other men early, \L saw Mr. Grimley it of the house at 4 o'clock the coming © yesterday. “He was going to work. He is @ “Well, | know he would come home | early if le could,” remarked Mrs. | Jarr, “And look how that woman, Mrs. Grimley, treats him! I can hear her scolding way over bere when her windows are open, and when she isn't | scolding she's peevish and complain- ing about her symptoms, and Mr, Grimley’s home is more like @ hospital than a house, If Mrs, Grim- Jley isn't sick one of the children is, and yet he bears it like a saint,” “How do you know he does “Secause Mrs. Grimley is always complaining about him,” replied Mrs Jarr. “If he talked back to her or! had the spirit of a mouse she would be telling everybody what a fine man he was.” “What do you say about me when | you are comparing notes about what | murtyrdoms you endure with your | husband?" asked Mr, Jarr, | “You can rest assured that T don't poor tell my family to strangers | like some do 4 Mrs, Jarr, “Of course,” she added, “I make up | little things about you, just for the fun of encouraging her to tell her troubles, but as what I say isn’t true, | of course it doesn’t matte “Doesn't matter?” gasped Mr, Jarr, eat Scott! Maybe that woman is about her husband just to get you to tell her things she hopes are true about me, then she runs and tells the neighbors! Nonsen ot nonsense Jarr, hotly, said Mrs. Jarr, t all! declared Mr, “L noticed that Mrs, Kit tingly has been rather cold in greetings recently and that | Rangle gives me queer looks.” |} “tow should Mrs, Kittingly greet |you? asked Mrs. Jarr, anxiously, I'd thank her to always be cold in her greetings to my husband, ‘The |impudence of her! = As for Mrs, Rangle, she better look home to her own husband! Let that man Rangle Mrs, | The Jarr Family her | The Evening World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, May 3, 1916 ea, By J. H. Cassel The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune | Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), | THE TEN-YEAR TENANT; by Sir Walter Besant. ONTAGUE JEKYLL was born in 1615, In 1861—two hundred and | forty-six years later—he was only fifty-five years old. In his youth, he won the friendship and gratitude of one | of the mystic men of science which the seventeenth century produced and whose strange secrets have long since been lost. This scientist taught Jekyll the formula for remaining always at the same age. i At midnight, once every ten years, Jekyll was obliged to repeat this jformula, If he should fail to do so, he would at once become ten years | older. Meantime, he was immune from all illnesses and from all _en- | croachments of old age. He was not, however, secure from aceldents. This magic formula had no power to avert death by violence. H But, so long as he could keep out of accident and could remember to ‘repeat the formula on a certain date, once every ten years, he would have not only perpetual life, but perpetual youth as well. Jekyll at first was overwhelmed with an almost holy joy at the immor- ttality thus granted him, He had dabbled in science. And he resolved to Dannnnmnananand devote his endless years to some great Research which A Strange should benefit mankind. Gift. He was thirty-five when he received his gift of swanannannnnns® eternal youth, And he decided, before starting on his Research, to enjoy life for a while. So, being blest with plenty of money, he set out to have a good time. And he had it | Then, after a few years, he fell in love with a girl fourteen years younger ,than himself. They were married; and they lived together until she was four and he was one hundred and eight. He used to “make up” to © age, So a8 not to arouse suspicion, When his wife dted he re-en- teved social life in another part of England, as a man of thirty-five, Again ho fell in love and married, In a few years his wife died, too, 80, t the end of that particular ten-year period, he did not repeat the formula, As a result he woke up next morning forty-five years old, Recovering from his grief he married aguin, But he was careful, now, not to let himself care so much for one woman as to risk his lease of life. He married often, after that, no less than seventeen times in all. But, as soon as he began to tire of a wife, he would desert her (managing usually to give the impression that he had been killed), and would move to some | other country. So intense was he once in escaping from a wife who had proved herself a scold that he forgot {t was the date for him to repeat his formula, And the next morning found himself fifty-five years of age. Now a new terror began to torment him, Most people go through life with no fatal accident. But he figured that if a man lives long enough the law of chance makes such vecidents more and more probable. And he took absurd precautions against + misadventure, Nor did he again let himself forget the date when the fo Precautions. Sa ing the start of hi as he was crossing a muddy ‘ocession, he slipped on the greasy Princes and lords are but the Edited by J » CHAPTER VIII. ULY 10 (con.)—With more than McCardell New York Evening World), gets scandals to spread out of you. You just play into her hands, the malicious old shrew fee Mat you come home, then, at spectable hours,” said Mrs, Jarr, nd then you needn't be so afraid people will think you are drink- ing or misbehaving yourself.” “Well, I'll be home early this eve- ning. We can have dinner and go out to the theatre somewhere, “How nice!” cried Mrs. Jarr, be dressed and ready. “wn Now, don't you do as you always do!” were Mrs, Jarr’s parting words. At the office the boss proposed, early in the afternoon, that, as {t was an off day, they all go to the baseball me, None dissenting, the game was viewed, after which the office cut- ups had dinner together and were tossing up @ coin to see if they would go bowling or to sec a show. Then Mr, Jarr remembered his home en- gagement. He rushed to a telephone, and to a te Man is immortat till his work is done.—WILLIAMS, —By Bide | \66 had another freak in here} W this morning, kid,” said Lucile, the waitress, to the newspaperman, as he took a seat at the lunch counter. “That so?" he replied. “Yes. He deposits himself on a stool and begins to explore the bill of fare very quietly, But when [ approach him for the verdict he gives me one of those “ain't she a nicey-nicey" glances and sa: “ ‘Lady, I'm a sculptor.’ “I think he needs a slight set-back, so I perpetrate him with one look and Gertrude, the Jarr’s light-running domestic, who answered him, he said: “Tell Mrs, Jarr that I wasn't able to come home as I promised, as I was kept late onthe book: i “Mrs, Jarr wént out at 4 o'clock with | Mrs, Grimley,” answered the girl, “and she ain't home yet.” Luck ts sometimes with forgetful husband: Reflectio paper, N with her imagination concerning a argument, In a quarrel with a sweetheart making up stories that are not true | don’t turn all the way round so that he can stick pins in your ba recovered from be able to win a woman he begins t how he may escape her, the devil, or overly clever, and not much of anything. jet a Rood example to the community | before she ventures to criticise!" | ‘Phat isn't the question,” said Mr sullenly, “In youry anxiety to (get Bossip our of Mrs, A One thing a man will never A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1016, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Krening World), OWAVAYS the “tes that bind” seem to be made mostly of tissue Oh, yes, a woman HAS logic; only she never allows it to interfere Alas! a man can never be bappy in a love affair. nervous prostration at the “Making up” a love affair after a quarrel is like making over a dress; somehow it seems to have lost all its style, dash and attractiveness, “Woman is 4 creature between man and the angels,” says Balzac. Well—maybe; but most of the time she has to siand between man and No man can abide an “overdone” woman—the woman who is over-| dressed, overly made-up, overly cordial, overly flattering, overly good What he likes is one who is ust a little of everything— learn jmley she @e Wore vitea @ oigu of pleased vanity than of modesty, ns of man, a love affair, a quarrel or an turn the other cheek if you can; but As soon as he has thought that he may not 0 get brain fever thinking up ways of Lucile, the Waitress Copsright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Uo, (The New York Evening World) | starter.’ J a litte anxiety, and with a pain at my heart, I watched Ned swim away to the far distant goal he had set for himself, No—he had not selected {t! ‘That was what hurt me. He was swimming out to the buoy, which seemed miles off shore, because another woman—Ruby Randall, his old sweetheart—had dared him to per- form the feat. And he was going against my expressed wish, with my Dudley — with my skull, tet us converse about food and drinkables.’ “He laughs. ‘You don't get me,’ he says. ‘A sculptor hasn't got anything to do with one’s skull. He makes fear-inspired plea sounding in his ears. statues.’ | I put my hands on elther side o} “"Ob, fine!’ comes from little me.!my eyes, ostensibly to shleld them ‘Vl go get you some dough, Then you can make one of me like Roberta at the well.” i from the su bing black 1 watched the bob- which was now all ¢ that I could see of my husband; really You mean Rebecca,’ he says. Miss Randail from observing ten, kid! 1 knew it was one of which I was blinking aw thos old-time dames who hung She had triumphed and she laughed again, mockingly—or so I thought nod old Ned," she observed, “I knew he could turn that trick with- around the old wasn't sure which ¢ should but I e. However, I let a lunch-counter sculptor ur ,, out half trying, He always was ‘How ou know who I mean? L some swimmer.” She no longer demand. § you ther ae |kept up her pretense of school- “He grins more + ‘Never |teacherish eiegance. “Why,” she mind,’ he says. ‘What I was think- suddenly whirled on me, “you look ing of was that you would make 4 awrui white, Mrs, Houghton, I gue fine model. How would you like to! you're cold. You'd better take a for me? run along the beach. I'm going to yell, Kid, a fortune teller told me ‘ Rae do some diving stunts.” And she started for the wharf, built into the nd then) water at one end of the short beach. - That) ut f could only huddle into my thought intrudés into my mind when! qressing gown and crouch shivering this man asks me if I want to powe./on the sand while I watched Ned But I decide to procrastignate a little | Oyt—out—out he swam. Finally, I once I'd some day be the most fa- mous model in the world she stung me for a doll Uke the thief of time and let him spill! saw that the dark speck which was | a few more facts, were you're hiding mo,’ T aay to| tie buoy and the ofher dark speck tn Te which was his head paralleled each Ou did you come. in here to | Tangerous feat, for I was convinced anole or that the tempayature at the water cut! " soba tntaalt and the length of time he had spent sea ee tttors to vean way (0 it made the swim perilous, For ire about the posing several years he had bathed only in YT return he limbers up) ‘he Warm waters about New York auulaes again: | Now he must return, [ strained You could poso’ fine, he says,!MY eyes to watch his progress. At ‘va give you a dollar an’ hour usa Mrst it seemed as if the distance he- tween him and the buoy were widen- “Phe price didn't seem to go with ing. “He is all right,” I reassured his worecout clothes and the beans, Myself. “And when he comos back 1 but you never can tell about these! Won't be cross or tearful, although artistic ginks, can you? jhe has made me worry horribly.” “What would I got to do? I ask.| But suddenly, as T peered seaward, “Ti show you,’ he says, ‘Then he| it seemed to me that his rate of tells me to stand up straight. 1 do {:. progress had slackened. T focussed and he says to extend iny right arm my gazo more carefully. Minutes and smile. I do that, too. | passed, sceming like hours. ‘Then my ‘Now,’ he says, ‘you're Henrietta summoning the cows.’ “Say, kid, he might a got away with it if Lillie, ‘the tow-head, hadn't hap- | pened in and heard him, She gets ludicrous and begins to spout wit, “Whatcha playing, Lucile? wings out, ‘Railroad ‘crossing? resemble a “Stop, Louk, Listen" sign- board.’ anything thing. W she rd “Well, vou know, kid, I couldn't stand for that. I turn around and tell | her where to go and then [ suggest to the sculptor guy that he go with her, “*You're making a fool out of me just because I'm innocent, [ says to him. He tries to disavow the act, like the Germans and their U-marines, but | { won't listen, T says, ‘you've | set down on the custard plo of my | If-respect so just cut it out,’ “Wasn't he the fresh guy?" asked Inquisition, of a rowboat. Tigers aren't used as beasts of Lucile, “He was rather forward,” said the newspaper man. “Yes, but I set him backward a the tack. bit. Now Lillle wants to meet him,’| “Going to introduce them?" H and that is that a girl's blushes ne ciate Kt oT took like a) 4 Minnesota woman nas invente resses’ union? If there's anybody | misses it eleven times, thus giv who needs a bean an hour for doing | that He nd the cows stunt, | 1 figure r Witte lady in Jobs are so searce in Hayti th | I tow-liewd gong to him! Well, fawncy!” denis, About one of the most monotonous views in the When a woman misses her thumb with a hammer she rmula was to be repeated, ‘And so he lived on in smug selfishness—still delay- js Research—unti! 1861, Then, one day, London street in front of a slow-moving funeral pavement and fell. i} The heavy hearse wheels lumbered over hia body, killing him. | ———2¢ 2 hreath of Kings; “an honest man's | the noblest work of God."—BURNS. iJust a Wife--(Her Diary) | heart almost stopped for a beat. He anet Trevor. | Copyright, 1036, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), | Was not moving forward at all | What was the matter? Was he tired? Had he swimmer's cramp? !Could he keep afloat until help |reached him? Even while | put these iquestions to myself L was racing {toward the whar!, from which Ruby I 1 was still practising diving. i can't get back!" I cried. '"Look! He isn't making a foot! And this water is ‘ce. You and 1 must take one of these boats and , Bo after him | Byt time T had reached the edge {of the wharf and was pulling fever- ishly at the rope which moored one of several fishermen’s dories, Miss Randall had been standing on the | Wharf, poising for a plunge, when I raced u “Hurry!” T panted. "Get oare!" Then [ heard a gasp and.I looked up to see her drop in a crouching jheap, her face grayly white. | “Ite'll drown! He'll drown!" @he |moaned. "The tide has turned and it’s pulling him out. And I'm to blame!” 1 “Help me!" I erted, furtously. e won't let him drown," se! But she w: shaking all over and could only repeat: “I'm to blame!' Desy ely I looked about. Ap- Prouching the shore end of the wharf, T saw an old, deaf fisherma jl and he |was carrying oars, I didn't waste tune shouting, but left the boat, Which I had not succeeded in un- mooring, and ran to meet him, }, As he ight sight of my flying jfigure | his own footsteps quickened. | A few feet oway from him I screamed, "My husband is drowning!” and pointed to the boats, Together we sped to the landing having hysterics, ‘Together we go! off a boat, and T took an oar, Luckily, I knew more about rowing than I do about swimming, To the fisherman 1 pointed out the dark spot that was Ned, and that seemed so far away, Somehow, we reached him in time. He had been paddiing to keep afloat j but scowl make no shoreward gain, ® had just strength enor craw! into the boat. naa leat te It seemed another year before wa could reach shore and help Ned up to the house, He had had a chill on the way back, and had collapsed, utterly exhausted, 7 It 1s night now, and he is asleep, The doctor says there is no but that he : sate Facts Not Worth Knowing. By Arthur Baer. Copmright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening W. HERE are uo records of revolving doors in the orld), days of the Spanish world is the bottom burden in India, It is impossible to hold a tennis ball upside down. generally hite da keyhole which barks when huddp ing the alarm for a rescue expedition, at there are 6,479 unemployed Presi« sO Masetaas stage, where Miss Randall was now ® 3