The evening world. Newspaper, May 17, 1916, Page 14

Ove Ry wiorid. ESTABLISHED RY JOSEPH PULITZER. Published Daily Except Supday by the Press Publishing Company, Nos. 63 Park Row, New York. RALPH PULITZER, President, 62 Park Row. J. ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, 63 Park Row. JOBEPH PULITZER, Jr., Secretary, 63 Park Row. Entered at the Post-Office at New York as Second-Class Matter. Gubscription Rates to The Evening; For England and the Continent @ World for the United States and Canada. ae + $3.50/One Year.. + ,80)One Month. All Countries in the International Postal Union, ‘Year... je Month.. NOTHING TO DO AT HOME? ENATOR GORE’S resolution to the effect that “the Congress and the people of the United States would approve and support all seasonable efforts on the part of the President to encourage or to facilitate the establishment of a permanent peace among the warring nations” expresses adequately enough what everybody feels @s @ matter of course. Peace resolutions ad lib. are proper enough so long as they do not try to prod the President to hasty action, But after all, is there nothing else to think about? Is the nation in a state of such industrial calm and tranquillity, are ite borders so protected and peaceful and its problems so few that it has really noth- ing to do but sit around and beg for a chance to straighten out Europe? Surely Congress has business more pressing than the pleasant pursnit of mediation. Moreover, to most Americans nothing seems Jess likely than that peace will descend upon the world at some mo- ment when this country isn’t looking. a It appears the New York police have been expert wire-tap- pers for going on twenty-two years, On with the old debate: Does the end ever justify the means? ooo THE TAINT. VIDENCE brought out at the Casement trial is the very thriil- ing essence of conspiracy. The footprints on the sands that startled the Kerry farm- er, the empty boat with its tin box and dagger, the pistols picked up! hy ghildren on the shore, the mysterious tramp vessel sterling in with its Joad of aaunitions and scuttled when discovered—R. L. Stevenson himself could not have assembled more romantic material. There is even the humorous touch in the Irish peasant girl whose brogue was too rich for the court, but who eaw the men who landed from the submarine and pointed out Sir Roger as one of them. More than ever one cannot but reflect how different it might seem had England been at peace. What glamour might have gath- ered, round an attempt that was all pure patriotism—in which only daring, devoted Irishmen risked everything in a mad, bold stroke for Ireland. But this was not pure Irish—and there’s the ugly thing about it. Behind Casement and the others stalked Germany, urging on Trish patriots to betray their countrymen, using Irish patriotism to fight German battles. The guns were German guns—fellows to those which are killing brave Irishmen in France. It’s no use. Sir Roger and the Dublin rebels can never take their place among history’s heroic elect. The world will never give its unmixed admiration to Irish patriotiem that played a Kaiser's game. eiptncenntith piieeitiaaninentio Now it's Lieut.Gen. Count Helmuth von Moltke, Chief of the Supplementary General Staff of the German Army, who says the allies are beaten and can do nothing. While the vic: torlous Germans are romping to and fro rearranging Europe. tp STATE IT PLAINLY. NGLAND’S high-handed seizures of United States mail are to E become the subject of immediate further protes It is apparently necessary to make it still clearer to the! British authorities that mail from the United States to neutral coun- tres is not to be held up or opened for no reason whatsoever; nor can Great Britain continue to detain mail sent from belligerent coun- tries to America without accounting for euch action, ° Why England should persist in annoying this friendly uation by practices which are of no profit to her, and which, when adhered to, amount to deliberate insult, it is hard to understand. hoped the next vote on the rights of the American mails will be forcible enough to penetrate the British official intellect. Neutrality has to speak up these cays, . et No More Kisses and Hugs in Boston Offi: Well, well, times change. would ever need refrigerating? Hits From Sharp Wits —Headlin: Who'd have thought the Hub” After a man has made a failure of) A three-party wire is usual erything else, he may succeed with | source of continua! enjoyment tue the | @ book on “How to Win Success.” other two parties.-Philadelphia. [n.| , ee quires, Nobody objects to a man having @ oe 6 hobby as long as he refrains from| In asking for charity one usually talking about it. Albany Journal. gets more advice than contributions. se Philadelphia Telegraph. Whether a woman's fat or just ee plump depends aipon whether you are talking to her or about her.--Macon News, It's different with men. But wo! always think a lot more about what's on their heads than what's in them, oe 8 o 8 Some people seem to think every man who takes advanta Opportunity 1s an opportunist, ville that The average woman's idea of reck- of an lean, magnanimity is admitting that another woman is pretty good-look- ing.-Columbia Stati Li Banner. Letters From the People a 4 Transit Grie Declaration of Independen: ~ To the lalitor of The vening World: |markable colncidence died Gn its eee Can no one do anything to compel |Hiversary, July 4, just. fitty years the Interborou, h Rapid ‘Tre it to | ister b. T. MILWARD, run express trains on middie traci ff ar from Bronx Park to One Hundred |, Newerdias “Halon's” Problem, and Forty-ninth Street? This line | Faitor of Tae Brening World fs all finished and is used by the| 28 Answer to “Egion” 1 wish to railroad company for storage pur- ig h4 that there are a few fallacies, . The farmer onl vided for oses. It takes sometimes thirty y pro d for the Fiinutes from Bronx Park to One | disposition of 161-8 tules because Hundred and Forty-ninth Stre 1-241-341-9 only equals 17-18 and 17-18 + in| Of 17 only equals 161-18, 2, ‘Thy think every resident and taxpayer in| ° 2. The sec the Bronx will Join me in a protest | OR fallacy is tumt after the mules to vcompel the railroad company: to |#7@ divided the wony did not get the open the middle track. Hc,” | Proper, amounts of m he tirat h + © | gon got 9-17 instead of 1-2, the second Vou Aine dohe Adem ' and the third got 6-17 instead of 1-3 Wo the Editor of The Evening World: it 2-17 instead of 1-9 oF the total Is it true that Thomas Jefferson, tmount of mules. who was one of tee signers of the BAMUEL SCHWARTZ. ‘ ‘ ‘ It is to be} : The Evening World Daily Magazine ORR ta eee Ata He nrrrereennrnnrrrrrnnennnnnnrrrnrnrnnnnnnnnnnnn | The Grab Bag to | — By Roy L. Copyrigh!, 1910, by ‘Ta 'T was a very busy morning at the office and Mr. Jarr had not bad a chance to talk to Jenkins, the bookkeeper, except on business. As the clock struck 12, Mr. Jarr saw Jenkins seize his hat and coat and dart hurriedly out of the office. At the door of the restaurant that most of the office force frequented, Mr. Jarr clutched Jenkins by the Coat tail. “Let's get a table together. I want to talk to you,” he said. “Oh, 1 won't have time to sit down and eat, let alone talk,” replied Jen- kins. “I'm just going into the bar ari have a glass of beer and a sand- wich.” But, standing at the bar, in a plas- tic, mraceful posi*‘on that showed long | practice, was Mr. Rangle, friend and neighbor of Mr. Jarr. “How about that 1° tle-Pals-Cet- | ting-Together dinner, or rather junch- | ¢on, you fellows were going to have | Saturday afternoo asked) = Mr. Rangie. “I'm afraid we'll have to postpone it" mumbled Jenkins. "Gosh! I've) got xo much work piled up on me that 1 guess I'll be working till late Sat- urday afternoon,” “Weil, I'm just as well pleased my ‘My wife finds and if we don't call on her in Brooklyn there'll be no living for me, So | guess you fellows will have to count me out.” “I was talking to my wife about it," remarked Rangle, “I thought it was a good thing, | was telling her 1 was going to propose such a dinner to the fellows where 1 worked and that I'd go first to the dinner you fel- lows were giving and get come point ers, But my wife has promised to take the childern to a matinee or the moving pictures Satuniay, It's the only day that won't interfere with the schoolwork, So 1 was going to say [ couldn't come this Saturday after- noon,” “Oh, it Will be just aa well some other Saturday,” said Mr. Jarr. After they had eaten. their sand- wiches the trio parted, Mr, Jarr re- turning to the office with Jenkins, "ll bet a@ dollar that Johnson will ve us the laugh,” said Jenkins. “Oh, what do we care what John son saya?” replied Mr, Jarr, “It would (do him good if he were married and had a wife to look after him. Now, | Mrs. Jarr is a good fellow, she couldn't help it that it was her moth. er’s birthday and that she had prom- sed we Would spend the afternoon und evening with her Saturday, could jsh My wife's just the same. She Wer interferes wilb apy Lilie sport The Jarr Family Prem Publishing Co, (The New York kyening World ; Wednesday: May By_J. H. Cassel McCardell — IT wa’ to have,” said Jenkins, “but this is different. So we've got to tell Johnson it's all off.” They started to speak on the sub- Ject to Johnson, but that gentleman turned pale. oe] Walt | this morning, kid, the wadtress, as the newspaper- ma tossed the bill of fare aside. “What was the reason for his nut- tiness?” he asked. “You have the dinner, boys “Oh, he had the ma: said, fidgeting as he spoke. “It's all CER aes Nel eae : Bet ie ple oad eye | hiney in the circus, and when I amber engaged and my girl is afraid 11! ame in I no- e the eats, he laughs right out.” drink and so I had to promise ber {| ‘Funny, is it?” L ask, woulun't go." Not fanny," he rescinds at me. “Ha, ha! The poor engaged slave!" ‘I'm hi joing to be married to- erled Mr. Jarr. “Yes, why not marry and be free?” sald Jenkins, And to this day they pretend Johnson is the serf of his sweet- heart's caprices. morrow nigh “'l get yo , Lsays. ‘You're laugh- ing all you can while you can.’ “'Not at ’ he reverberat ‘Tm going to marry the dearest, sweetest little girl in the worl Affectation is a deformity.—BLAIR, Reflections of A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland 1919, by The Prew Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), Copyright. D*."""" motto: When innocence gets the kiss, 'tis folly to be wise. Love is a rope of pearls which falls apart unle: the strong cord of mutual respect. it is held together by No, Algernon, marriage Is not contagious, merely infectious; but pru- dence dictates the wisdom of keeping away from weddings at this sus- ceptible season. Somehow when a man plays golf he seems to forget all his previous faith in theology and to put bis trurt ‘n swear words, When a woman could have only one good silk dress and one husband in a lifetime she seemed to take a lot more pains to keep them smooth and bright than she does now that she can exchange them every season or so. The engagement is the best part of marrige, because it means having all the delight of a man’s devotion without having to forage for his meals and all the charm of a woman's companionship without having io pay for her frocks and hats. No man will believe that there is any woman on earth who wouldn't probably there isn’t. | A man is perfectly willing to let his wife amuse herself with house- Keeping, culture, children, religion, poetry and all that sort of nonsense | while he interests himself in golf, baseball, poker and al! the really serious | things of life, Many a platonic friendship that might n wrecked by a ctorm of have docked in the port of | Matrimony has be entimental tears, i ddusbaud’s motto: A good lie in time saves nine pour gaps ucat morning. Lucile, the Waitress — By Bide Dudley — f Vuviishing Oo, (The New York Evouing Worla on a plain nut in here; * said Lucile, ge bug,” she aughing up to him to acquire his dictation in| sty feel at least flattered and pleased if Le should make love to ber—and | ‘Sure!’ I tell him with an ivicié to each word. ‘They all do. ost of ‘em are crazy,’ says be. for me. What do you think of that? ““Fine!’ quoth 1. ‘We'll see you in here often, then.’ “He gets obtrusive at once, ‘Do you mean to incinderate,’ ne asks, ‘that my finance can’! cook?" ‘ow, you see, kid, | didn't know a blamed thing about his loving ¢ experience has Leen, howey that we don't lose many custom who marry girls wat cook tor them. But I had to be diplomaddox with aumatnnty. ‘8. ‘Well, I should say fot,’ he stat Then he looks proud again, ‘sh going to darn my socks, too. “'Oh,’ L says, ‘so you're going to wear socks, en? “He deserved it, kid. Here he is spouting to me about some sweet- t, When I'm chafting under the | noose of restraint so as to get busy and get multuin burvum dune. Say, it gut him peevish, “Lil have you to know,’ where | come from we 8 and I got the proof.’ I have to have the hole-proof,’ I slip him. It was a Joke, kid, but| he ain't in no minstrel first part ‘humor, Before he can bust and run all over with indignation, I get to him with @ query about the fair one, What does your lady do for a 1 I ask. “‘she's an actress,’ he says. ‘She's just rinished a season with “The Fry- ing Pan Ranch" company.’ ‘And now she's going to leap out of the frying pan into the fire, eb?'| vays little me, just as a witty point. | fr Boshi says he “Sho's a lucky gir Yes, I says. ‘So I see, I sup- pose she was born under a lucky ; star when the sun and moon was jn} compliance and Mars and Jupeter was at riance.’ cigHle dust looks up and says, “Bunk, ishes up by saying I'm a nut, makes me rather mad. one look. ‘yes, I says, ‘you and me are very much alike in’ that respon “Just then Lilly, the tow-head, ste up and sets a beer-bottle on the counter, “What's that for?’ asks the bean devotee. “'L thought,’ replies Lilly, ‘that one of youse might need a) Then she laughs a | couple ot ‘hee-haws' and disjoints for the kitchen. “My fricnd resolves himself into si- lence while the beans and ketchup | race for his internal innards,” | “So you think one who i be married 1s unlucky, | the newspaperman, | “sure!” replied Lucile, “The single | life is the life for me." says, | 1 Wear | ‘That | 1 give him} asked | | “How "bout that solitary ‘Big Jim the taxi driver, give you?" ask Lilly, the tow-head, appearing on the t that point, uy no attention to her, kid,” said Lucile, “As for that diamond, 1 bit it in two one day and it tasted like a ham omelette that had been sent for and couldn't come, Now, what'll “This girl of mine is going to cook | @, Then he orders beans and fin. | from Ned’ about to) 17, 1916 The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune THE BAR SINISTER: By Richard Harding Davis. | qmemy HE KID was a bull terrier pup. His father was Regent Royal, a champion. But his mother was a black-and-tan street dog. | Kid took after his bull-terrier sire in looks, and inherited ‘his | street-mother’s friendliness. The bar-sinister of mongrel blood | Was stamped upon him, but it did not show outwardly. He belonged to a drunkard, who used to win money on bim in dog fights, Matched once against a dog twice his size, the Kid could make nu: headway. His owner, in chagrin, set out to kick the helpless puppy t | death. A groom—Nolan vy name—rescued him, nursed him back to health, | and gave him the first kind treatment the luckless cur had ever known. fn return, thé Kid adored his new master. Nolan worked for Mr. Wyndham, at a big country place on Long Islan where were a kennel of thoroughbred St. Bernards. The Kid lived in the stable and was very happy. “For once, he had caresses instead of kick", and he throve ependidly on the new treatment. Miss Dorothy, too, Mr Wyndham's little daughter, used to come out to the stables to pet him ani play with him. One day Miss Dorothy took him to the kennels, One of the St. Ber- nards—a champion—attacked her. The Kid flew to her ald. Fixing his teeth in the giant brute’s throat, the bull-terrier hung on till the kennel men beat him off. ; ‘Then came the annual dog show at Madison Square Garden. And all the best of the Wyndham St. Bernards were made { ready for it by special courses of diet and by curry- ing. Miss Dorothy, partly in joke, insisted that Nolan enter the Kid in the show. She paid his en- trance fee. Knowing he was a halfbreed, in spite of his thoroughbred appearance, and that some of the greatest bull terriers on th would be on exhibition at the Garden, neither Nolan nor anybody else had the remotest idea that the Kid could win even the most insignificant prize. Yet, to humor Dorothy, Mr. Wyndham had him sent to New York | along with the pedigreed dogs, | Nolan scrubbed and massaged the Kid. and shaved his ears and sand- papered his tail and pipe-clayed his white coat until it was like new snow. Yet he did all this merely in order to make his pet look at his best, know- ing full well that the bar-sinister Kid was a rank outsider among thorough- lbreds. There were thirty bull terriers in the show, and every one with a | pedigree as long as Broadway, The Kid himseif knew he had no place there, | and he longed to be back in the stable where he belonged. “Take him away,” the judge ordered Nolan, as the bull terriers of the | “novice class” were paraded into the ring. “over there and keep him away.” | Nolan obeyed, Crestfalien, he and the Kid stood in one corner of tha \ | ring as the other dogs in the class were inspected | “He's my dog,” muttered Nolan, patting the poor Rid, “and he suite me. |1 don't care what no judges think One by one, the judge weeded out the remaining novice dogs, until only, |two were left. He gave a “second” and a “third” ribbon to the owners © | these two, then walked abruptly over to Nolan and handed him—the Blue Ribbon! The Kid had won first prize in his class. Nolan was dumfounded. The Kid was yelping and wiggling all over with delight. The judge had bidden Nolan stand to one side because, at a | glance, he had recognized that the Kid was by far the finest of the “novices.” he man strolled up to Nolan, saying: Chance. Seana wamanenaal { The Mongrel’s “Til give you $100 for him.” | “He's not for sale,” snapped Nolan. | “I'l give you $800 for him,” said another—and got the same answ: Next came the call for the “Winners Clase,” and the “firsts” in the various classes of bull-terriers were once more marched into the ring, the Kid with them. Again came the weeding process, At last only two were left, the Kid and a dog, that was known from one end of the world to the other as the greatest living bull-terrier. Long and carefully the judge compared these two, Then he tapped the Kid on the back. | “The better dog!” he declared. | _ A buzz of applause and amazement went up. For the dog the Kid had just beaten was the hitherto unconquered champion, Regent Royal—his own father, | God never made his work for men to mend. —DRYDEY. Just a Wife--(Her Diary) Edited by Janet Trevor. Copyright, IE by The rem Puvlishing Co, CHAPTER XIV. house!” ULY 26.—1 am so tired, Ned ts Monte oo, ; J Lychan ‘perhaps If 1 write alpjtietore he, had done speaking 1 little while I shall grow sleepy. turing a word of thanks, she left the But it has been the strangest Sunday Tom. I remembered the story she had ater told’ me only two days before; 1 my . 7 . {thought of Dan Kane: 1 fed, well Ned and I were going’ into the|dressed, cheerfully expensivecand 4 country. He was dressing when the; had a mer aAt of sheer haired for the phone rang and I answered it, Patty | 2a) who dell eraialy reduced his wife Kane's voice said oxcitediy: “Mollie,| p46 awa: eee beewar. who could is that you? Is your husband there? jicave Mer withan Munte eaten ene Can he come to my house right away?| | All this long, hot day we worked My doctor is out of town ard Ba-|!? S@ve little Babette's life, Ned was Hl ! wonderful. I never saw him ; bette is so Ill. Dan was called out of /hefore, and it was as if 1 noe ed town last night and I’m all alone with! ting acquainted with a new man The New York Evening World) yf where and—I have not a penny in the the child, Oh, do come!” oe impersonally strong, — tende: “Of course we'll come at once,'¢4/m- He was constantly in the sici dear,” [ reassured her, “We'll get! the babys cee ructuations in the baby's temperature, kauging the there ag soon as tne car will take us.' gtrength of the mail Don't worry.” But I hung up the re-!Wost of the time Patty: stared owe ceiver with a pang at my heart, for L| ved with him, to do the lit r knew Babette had never been strong| done, But once he sent te OO since her birth and she was less than! to rest for an hour, and then A aide, a year old. a Pi itted t T'told Ned, first calling up the! ”'Ned won ae ee ker: % garage, and ordering them to send|in a pret . ur baby is y weakened condition a his little runabout to the house at| will need careful nursing for da: once. In a few minutes we were on|he told Patty. our way to Patty's apartment, two; is over. When but the Brent danger miles farther uptown, home?" ‘ane come Patty herself admitted us, her face white and strained, and Ned went at once to the room where little Babette | lay in her crib, Patty accompanied him and I stayed outside with Tom, the three-year-old. He was crying and 1 took him in my lap and tried to| quiet him. In a few minutes Patty hurried into the room, “It's cholera infantum,” she said, her voice breaking over the words. Then she showed ine two slips of paper, which L knew had been torn prescription pad. “Mollie,” she said tensely, “To-morrow morning,” shi On, Trean't thank you and Mollie enough! Vhat sh without you! Cilheae ane “Tell: Mr. ane that you id babies ought to go into the ceupe. for & month,” Ned replied niles atty’s lips folded togeths muessed what she did not myenta! her husband already haa thriftily re- fused such a request, and wasn'e likely to change his mind “ Yet theirs was a love match, jlove be tangied up y money wit ‘will you’ marriage? Ned. «i Til have . lend me some money? I must have|talk that out with oy Pe these filled at once, and the druggist | we must do what is fine and eons with whom Dan has an account Is! and fair nS Seal closed on Sunday, I must go else-i (To Be Continued.) Facts Not Worth Knowing By Arthur Baer Copyright, 1916. by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Ereving World) wing World), A Chinese doctor is only paid when the patient ig Chinese doctor would starve to death in New York, It would make it much pleasanter for stenographe: | were favored chocolate, vanilla and strawberry, in good health, 4 if postage stamps Two cents a gallon gasoline will now make cost $10, @ ten-dollar fine only A New Orleans man has found a way a aN tO stop eiga ‘On bri coat pockets by building couts without pockets gare from breaking ing If the engraving is de-ipherable on an h 6 On an ISS? penny : its face vabie Pp vit is worth at least tbe, kid, beefsteak or hasty’ They're | * | bots about the same, only wifferent.” Lamb wool ts much more valuadle im cloth than tt is ing at jew, aansacewresn