The evening world. Newspaper, May 24, 1916, Page 14

a es SOOT ee eRe a a eee: = She Ciening orld. FSTARLISHED RY JOSEPH PULITZER, Published Daily Except Sunday by the Press Mublishing Company, Nos. 53 to New York. sidont, 62 Park Row. Park Now , 63 Park Row, RALPH PUL A ANGUS SHA OPH PULIT ———— Tntere the Post-OMce at New York ae sea M r Budseription Rates to The Evening) Por Eng the ¢ vent and World for the United States All Coun n the International and Canada. | ostal Union ‘ $3.50/One Year, + 69.75 30 One Month + 86 Seevesecvesecssesee NO, 80,000 A MUNICIPAL MESS. OLUME 56......0eeeeeeee HE city’s telephone tapping scandal has developed to a point T of seriousness where only the fullest publicity can clear the public mind of the confusion which bas eo far obscured the matter. Commissioner of Charities John A, Kingsbury and his counsel have been indicted by the Grand Jury on the charge of having ille- gally tapped a telephone wire leading to the private residence of Rev. William B. Farrell in Brooklyn. Severe strictures have been pessed upon the Mayor and the Police Commissioner of New York for their alleged approval of this instance of private wire tapping. Charges have been freely made, moreover, that the influence of J. P. Morgan & Co. has been powerful enough to persuade municipal au- thorities to sanction unwarranted listening over telephone wires in the interests of special detective service. On the other hand, Mayor Mitchel has come forward with the charge—certainly as grave as any—that there has been @ Catholic conspiracy to “obstruct the due processes of the government of the| city.” Charges and counter-charges neither establish truth nor do they chift responsibility. The whole thing is a bad mess, which threatens seriously to involve the credit of the city’s present administration. The public is anxious to see the facts as they are and make no mistakes. Under ordinary circumstances it is obviously not desirable to exhibit for general inspection police methods which to be efficient must be secret. But the present case has gone too far to make the suppression of anything connected therewith either wise or permis- sible. The one way out of it for everybody is a quick showdown with all the cards on the table. —\—-++-+—__— ARE THE RUSSIANS WELCOME? O ONE can doubt the unrestrained joy of the French over the arrival of Russian reinforcements. But is it equally certain that the British are so joyful, or will remain 60 joyful, over the dramatic appearance of a force of Russian cavalry with their army below Kut-el-Amara? Why ehould the Grand Duke have sent such a force on such @ hard and dangerous ride at this time? If he wished to aid the British “Listening In” ff nnn: to advance on Bagdad could this force not have been used to better adyantage in the rear of the Turk defenders? Did the British really need aid when the Turks were already withdrawing large forces to meet the Russian menace to the north? ‘The latest report shows that the British have marched close to Kut-cl-Amara almost un- opposed. Some who know what a rich prize Bagdad would be, not only Politically but as the centre of rich oil and mineral fields, will be| inclined to view the dash of the Russians as in the nature of insur-| ence. If the British should happen to reach Bagdad before the Rus- the Russian cavalry will make it a joint occupation. When the allied fleet operated off the Dardanelles Russia had “HALF-BAKED AMERICANS.” YEAR AGO the park authorities, the police and the City are ready for another campaign this summer, Vandalism in the parks, Commissioner Ward told the Boy Scouts of liberty, they join in our Fourth of July celebration, but they appear to be wholly ignorant of the fact that liberty means “They destroy the young trees in the park. They cover big areas with rubbish. They refuse to co-operate with the developed, undigested and half-baked Americanism.” Experience has shown that the only way to teach a certain class produced good results last year. Police and Magistrates will do welb| to continue it. sian forces advancing from Persia they will now not be able to claim the city after the war as their own particular prize. The presence of the cruiser Askold on the spot for exactly such a purpose. ———<4 A Magistrates formed a league against the vandals who deface the public parks. We hope these allies of order and decency the other night, is mainly the work of “half-baked Americans.” —' “These people sing our national anthem, they talk glibly the opportunity to give the other fellow the same chance that you yourself enjoy.” authorities in their efforts to give to the people wholesome recreation grounds and in other ways they display their un- of rowdics to respect the parks is by arrest followed by fine or a day or two in the workhouse to think it over. This kind of education It may be noted, moreover, that almost no raw material for} citizenship is now arriving in this city. It’s a good time to give a little extra baking to what we have on hand. a Hits From Sharp Wits In & stenographer good looks will! A woman ts never so homely t cover a multitude of misspelled words.|she docen't imagine there is 2 ell Macon News, oe somewhere who is eating his heart | out for love of her.—Col f Some men aro liberal with compli- {AOS PR NaRle Biale: ments because thyy don't cost any-| thing. ? |. Ever: | tobac Facts Not Worth Knowing By Arthur Baer Copyright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World) Er ra en railroads ure selling no round trip tickets between Petro y man suspects the brand of) » the other man Is smoking, yrad and Berlin, By diligent application any young man can raise himself to the job of head prisuner in some nice jail. There are no game regulations to prevent a fisherman from diving after Diwesish — By Bide HAD a chance to go into vaude- ville to-day, kid,” said Lucile, the waitress, as the newspaper- man picked up the bill of fare. “You did?" he replied. “Ub huh! A man comes in here and sits right next to where you're at. I approach him, but instead of ordering he just sits there and gives me the eye. Finally I get impetuous with bis slowness. “‘I hope you'll know me the next time you see me,’ I says. “He never pays any attention to my statement. I'm getting good and mad when he says: ‘I guess you'd do.’ “'Oh, 1 would, eh? 1 says. come out of it! waitress inspector? “‘I was just thinking, he says, ‘that I'd like to have you in my act. I'm @ knife thrower.’ “ ‘Well, most of the unfortunates in here use their fork,’ I tell him. “"You don’t get me!’ says he, throw knives in the show. stands against @ board knives all around her. I'm needing a new lady.’ “‘l suppose you stuck a dagger in tho last one’s heart, eh?’ 1 says, ‘Well, they won't be any charts tn the news- papers about me, showing where the was found.’ ‘Oh, I never killed her, he says; married a bartender.’ ‘And after that was afrald of bo- ing stuck for the drinks, eh? comes from litte me, “He grins, ‘I might give you of chatter in the act,’ he sa: wouldn't want me to carry off honors “No, I toll him. ‘I'd be all cut up that, I presume.’ et that Idea out of your head,’ he 13 ‘Well, What are you—a about “dt won't leave,” I reverberate, cri. bet you got @ brother who's an undertaker,’ ‘Any one, to hear you, would think 1 was a modern Blue Beard,’ he snaps, ""T don't know nothing about that,’ comes from me, ‘You might be Kobin Ked Breast and I wouldn't care. You don't get me to stand up against a board and trust to your soberness and kind artedness fo , ell,” he say | you'd do anyway ood shape,” “It gets my goat, kid, ‘Oh, I ain't, eh? I tell him. ‘Well, listen! While ) I may not be a Venomous de Milo, all 1 got to say is that you ain’t no Har- riman Fisher, the artist, in your judg- }ment.. Then’ I get more mad, ‘Any- way,’ I shoot at him, ‘what right you got to come in here and make cracks jabout my personality? I'm satisfied don't believe you haven't got # It és computed that the talking a man docs at a bali game is more than Dalanced by the time he isn't talking when his wife is. Cycte car ow! trians. 's complain bitterly of being run over by reckless pedes- One of the toughes: r in the war ts that ef deckhand on a sutnorine. ‘ with myself.’ “You bet she is!? comes from be- [hind me. 1 turn around and there's | Lilhe, the yellow-bead, grinning. ‘Oh, L saya, ‘Hsten’ to little blon- dina! Then I turn to her, vicious, ‘Want @ chance to earn some extra peroxide for your tresses?’ I ask. “Sho forgets her anger wanting to wet a Job. ‘How? she asks, “This yaudeville alas bere needs a Lucile, the Waitress Dudley Copyright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), nice lady to toss knives at,’ I says ‘He's a knife thrower.’ “Well, sir, the man looks daggers at me. Get it, kid? Just a little humo: esque. ‘Bring me some roast bee! on snorts, ‘Where do you get that a ‘rom the kitchen,’ without cracking any facial merri- ment, It stops him, kid. Not another word does he say. Lillie beats it with @ mere, ‘huh!’ “So you don't fancy the idea of hav- ing knives thrown around you?” asked the newspaperman, “Well, I should say not,” replied Lu- cile. Then she added: “What do you think, kid? Do you suppose a start like that would debut me Into a chance to become a cremo donna in a musical show? I got a@ stifling ambition to be a tonic for the tired business men.” I answer, The Evening World Daily Magaz RoR be ine. Wednesday, y 24 1916 The Jarr Family — By Roy L. A BEVY of young girle were pass- these days? Why, girl ing by, and Mrs. Jarr, looking down on the street, said, “Isn't ternible the way young girl dress of sixteen dress like women of thirty!" “Huh!” remarked friend husband, “More often you'll find it’s women of thirty dressing td look like girls of |Ut going to Baltimore to live the sixteen,” “Oh, my! How observing you are!” said Mrs, Jarr, that,” replied Mr, Jarr. girls are all right, It’ who are making “I'm observing enough to be on to “The young the old hens selves. It's just like all this talk of the high cost of living. Living as Every person has two educations—one which he receives from others, and one, more important, which he gives himself—GIBBON, of thirty-five; because, at that lashed to the hearthstone. Lwise, or good, it Just like an alarm clock, over by a taxi cab, dear boy, to you with a diagram. Reflections of A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1916, by The Prese Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), LAS, how different lite would be if a woman could only fall in love with @ sixty-horsepower brain and @ one-horsepower heart! How can you tell when you are really in love? tell when you are really starving, really drowning, or really being run You won't need to have anybody explain it Funny, but @ man never will understand that, when a woman fs miser- able, she can get almost as much comfort out of @ good marcel and @ face miassage as he can out of @ good drink. There is no man so impregnable and unimpressionabdle as a bachelor he has lost all his fllusions about woman—and has not yet discovered that she is indispensable. No, dearie, no man ever thinks beforehand of the deep responsibilities of marriage—and no sane girl will remind him of them until ehe has bim To make a man perfectly happy tell him that he works too hard, that he spends too much money, that he is “misunderstood” or that he is “dif- ferent"; none of this {s necessarily complimentary, but it will flatter him infinitely more than merely telling him that he is brilliant, or noble, or After a woman has lain awake balf the night in order to be able to call her husband in time to catoh his train it's rather hard to be hated for Oh, yes; every man has « high moral standard—for hie wife. think how much more conscience stricken Adam felt over that one little bite Eve took of the apple than he did about eating all the rost of it himself! Juet Precisely as you can “Platonic friendship”: The ar thet conceals beart, ——— Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), McCardell —— People of moderate means lived twen- ty years ago would be just as cheap to-day. The trouble te that people don’t want to live cheaply. It's like Rangle; he was offered a job in Bal- timore at big money—for Baltimore. And he said it was bad enough to have to live cheap in New York with- same way.” “He wouldn't find # any cheaper in Baltimore, The price of ilquor ia just the same as here,” said Mrs. dart. “Geel The way you talk people would think my friends were the original cast of the ‘Ten Nights in a Barroom!'” Mre. Jarr thought that the silence which gives consent was the best way to receive this remark, 90 she sald nothing. “The high cost of living,” eaid Mr. Jarr, reverting to the original topio, “le becausé so much money goes for small luxuriee—luxuries we didn't use to have” “What luxuries do we have, even emall ones?’ asked Mrs. Jarr. i “Well, take the moving pictures, for 'instance,” replied Mr, Jarr, “There are thirty thousand moving ploture shows in the United States, I'll bot {t odsts 50 cents every week taking our children to see the movies,” “Aa we can't afford to go to the regular theatres, where tickets cost $2, the moving pictures at 5 and 10 cents are no great extravagance,” “But don't you see,” said Mr, Jarr, “suppose we only spent $4 for theatre tickets a couple of times a year; we now spend an average of 50 cents @ week on moving picture shows— that's $26 @ year,’ “And 1 suppose we are going right to the poorhouse because our chil- dren wish to have @ iittle pleasure like other ohildren?” was Mrs, Jass’s comment, “Now, please, be patient,” sald Mr, Jarr. we didn't use to have. There's the telephone, That costs $3 @ month.” “Have It teken out!” cried Mrs, Jerr. to dinner, That's just like you men; the telephone {s your dearest posses- sion, Women don't use it!” “They don't, hey?" “Say, women are the original tel phone fiends! telephonitis, Don't I “lL dare say you do, Jarr telly, “But go onl” “Well, you know the women of to- ye them?" day are wo addicted to the telehpon® noyed pecause Clara babit that they neglect the pi~no,” The Stories Of Sivrics Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune es Copyright, A916, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New Yors byening Wort) | | THE @X DUMB BELLES; by David Seauts tuste:. ULIUS WATERBURY, American bachelor, visited his boyhood } chum, Jack Jenkins, United States Consu) at Oldendort, Ger- many. Jenkins had lately married a pretty German girl, who, by reason of her talkativeness, was reducing him to misery. | Waterbury had a horror of talkative women. So late ove night, after | Hstening for three hours to Mrs. Jenkins's prattle in the next room, he | went out on bis bedroom balcony to get away from the sound of it. There he saw @ huge military balloon that had been allowed to rise prematurely and had been blown along by the wind until its cords had entangled them- selves in the balcony railings. The American tried to unfasten these cords, getting into the balloon’s car to do a0. The cords parted with a snap. The freed balloon shot upward with the amazed Waterbury clinging to the car's sides. For miles the balloon swung along through the night until, the gas beginning to fall, t careened and began to sink. The car brushed against the battle ‘ments of a castle that stood in the middle of a forest. Waterbury olantbered out onto @ parapet of the castle. The balloon, freed of his weight blundered away through the trees leaving him there. But as it started off @ shirteleeved man suddenly ap- peared on the battlements, made a leap for the car, seized 2 it, drew himeelf up and vanished with the departing balloon. Waterbury groped his way along the parapet until he came to a door, then descended a flight of stairs that led into a bedroom. As i¢ was 6x- hausted he threw himself on the bed and went to sleep. He did not wake until morning. Then going downstairs he found himself face to face with six gloriously beautiful girls. They came forward with eager smiles of welcome to meet him. But to all his explanations and questions they merely nodded or shook their heads or wrote answers on slips of paper. Evidently they were dumb, ‘Waterbury nicknamed them “The Six Dumb Belles.” He learned they were the daughters of a German Baron; that their father was away from hdme; that this was the Castle Schreckenstrom, and that they supposed Waterbury to be one Herr von Dunkelheim, who, it seemed, had arrived on the preceding evening—doubtless the balloon stealer, ‘Von Dunkelheim, he gathered, had been coerced by the Baron into visiting the castle against his will. The girls begged Waterbury to remain there until their father’s return. Bewitched by their beauty—and stlence—he assented, The week was one of joy to him. For hours daily he was with the six dumb but delightful girls, As he loathed babbling women their word. leseness was biiss to him. Their old governess acted as chaperon, but in spite of this Waterbury managed to make fervent love to Brunhilda, the eldest sister, At last he proposed to her. And she wrote on a bit of paper: “I am yours forever!” On the seventh day the Baron came home. Waterbury explained his own identity and tremblingly asked for Brunhilda’s hand. To his amaze the Baron at once consented, adding that he hoped her talkativeness would be no barrier to the suitors happiness, Waterbury hotly resented this slur on his dumb sweetheart. The Baron grunted in reply: “Superabundance of speech is what afflicts them all. They have come near talking me into my grave, Brunhilda is the quickest-tongued among stered a vow that none of them would utter a word for a week, Their Pee! week is up at 12 o’olock and"—— poeenrd desoribable chatter of feminine voices broke in on the From a Vow.? Baron's speech. From the hall outside all six “dumb lungs. Brunhilda’s voice was loudest and most strident. ‘With a gasp of horror Waterbury fled from the room and from the & pistol and fired after him. The ball singed Waterbury'e hair, But it could not check his flight. Nor did the fugitive stop running until he wae them. When I eent them here to the castle last week they rebelled, and The clock et that instant struck twelve. an in- worrorrrroor® helies” were talking at the same time at the top of their castle, The Baron guessing his intent yelled to him to stop and then drew at the nearest railway station and aboard a train bound for the frontier, Friendship improves happiness and adates misery by the douh> Ung of our joy and the dividing of our grief —CIOERO. Edited by Janet Trevor. ‘Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), CHAPTER XVII. fied in going to her house and eo= VGUST 6—It 1s settled that we| cepting her hospitality just beoaase are to dine at Mrs. Denford’s. ‘The invitation came the day after she called. The date she men- tioned is next Tuesday night. When I told Ned that she had been to see me he looked frankly pleased. “What sort of a woman is she?” I asked. It was on the tip of my tongue to add, “How well do you know her?” but, somehow, I didn’t. “she's bit of freak," Ned ad- mitted. “She com rom one of those old families that are too much inbred, wear," Ned with @ bint of impatience. “We afford such dainty scruples, Mra Denford asks us because ehe thinks we'll amuso her and if appear ey in her house and meetti er friends is of benefit to us—why, let's take the goods the gods provide. What I wanted to ey, was: you willing to let your wife be patron= ized by rich and prominent women in order that your professional career may be advanced?” But I couldn't be as crude as that. It seemed to “are Just a Wife--(Her Diary); | “I just want to show you how the money goes these days on the little things that mount up—thinge “All it's used for is for you to call me up and tell me an important matter keeps you from coming home asked Mr, Jarr. Half of them have replied Mra, She has more money, more time, more nerves than she can use. Her one salvation would have been—well, about six children, She hasn't even one, and so she mothers enthusiasms, Just now Z QA [aad @ bug about ecience and acientists. “One particular ecientiet,” I teased, His nonchalant and f analysis of Mra, Denford promptly cured @ hurt which I had hardly admitted ti now, but which had been caused by the lady’s proprietary attitude when she spoke of my husband. I was subtly relieved that Ned didn’t seem to take her seriously, “She thinks you're ‘etrong’ and ‘magnetic’ and ‘young,’ I laughed at him. “And, Ned, she was rather unpleasantly condescend- ing in her talk with me. She said that she should ask to dinner, Do you really want to go?” “Oh, wo can't afford to turn down her invitation,” ‘he replied at once. “ghe has been very decent to me, of course I didn't see so much of her Just before we were married, but I've often been at her house, Personally I wouldn't care if I never saw her again, but professionally I ought to keep in with that orowd, There's a money among ‘om.” wh out ‘Ned, I said hesitatingly, “qught we to—use people? If we Gon't really Uke them, ought we to cultivate their friendship because they may put money in our pockets? Of course if she's ill and wants you to be her doctor your personal feel- tnge don't matter. But are we Justi- anid Mr, Jarr with some heat, “Look at that Clara Mudridge-Smith! She's hanging on to the telephone, gassing to all the other women she knows all day long. Why, if you try to get hor telephone you only get @ clacking in ra and then hear Central say, busy!*” 8 too bad you are thwarted in your attempts to talk over the t phone with fascinating Mrs. M ridge-Smith!" remarked Mra. Jarr, grimly. “Be careful you don’t talk too much!" “I'm talking about trying to get her | husband on the telephone,” eaid Mr. \Jarr. “My business is with him, and | you know it,’ “I'm sure | know nothing of your affairs,” replied Mrs. Jarr, with af- fected indifference, “You don't con- fide in me. But if you are so an- udridge-Smith ie taliing to some one else over the 6 that I had said enough to Ned to make him see plainly Mre, Den- ford’a attitude toward me. If be didn’t see—well, it was because he ‘The invitation to dinner came im the morning, after Ned had gone to his office. I might have destroyed that thick, creamy envelope and ite contents, I might have sent my re grets. I don't suppose there is any moral law compelling a man’s wife to go to a house where she knows she will be condescendingly tolerated on her husband's account. But Ned wished to accept Mrs. Denford’s hos- pitality, So there really didn’t seem anything else for mo to do, At dinner I showed him the invita- tion, “Send off the acceptance to- night, won't you, Mollie?” he urged. I offered only ono more protest, “They entertain elaborately,” I sald. “They have a big house and any number of servants. We can’t eo dia regard the fitness of thimgs as to ask them to dine with us in this ttle apartment. Is it expedient to begin something that we can't keep up?” Don't worry,” said Ned, easily. ‘If necessary, we can always give a dinner at o of the Fifth Avenue restaurants." I made no comment on tho expense of such an entertainment, I will not be Ned's social handicap. And maybe Mrs. Denford’s dinner will be pleas- anter than I think (To Be Continued.) NS telephone when you wish to talk to her I'll ask her as a personal favor to me not to use It to speak to any one but you, because you are break- ing your heart gbout It and you come home and find “fault with your wife on that account." “Great Scott! Can't a man talk to you about anything in this world without your taking a wrong mean- ing out of it?” gasped Mr, Jarr, “You started it, You betrayed your: self!” said Mra. Jarr. “Now, look here!” cried the exes Perated man. “You are always eats ng me to come home early, But what's the use? The earlier I come home the more tine it gives you to fuss with me.” ‘And seizing his hat, he rushed out Whoreupon Mrs, Jarre went to the phone and called up Mrs, Mudridge- Smith and conversed with her for half an hour because, as Mra, J jeaid, “Mr, Jarr was’ out and wanted somebody to talk bo,”