The evening world. Newspaper, May 29, 1916, Page 10

TO REIN He ee Spr neem The Evening World Daily Magazine, Monday. May ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. Published Daily Except Sunday by the Presa Publishing Company, Now. 68 to 63 Park Row, New York. RALPH PULITZER, President, 62 Park Row, J, ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, 63 Pi JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr. Entered at the Post-Office at New York as Second-Class Matter, Subscription Rates to The uel England and the Continent am@ , World for the United States and Canada. All Countries in the International Postal Union eee 6 «..NO. 20,005 VOLUME 66.. BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE. S*= weeks ago The Evening World drew attention to the urgent need of summoning the park authorities and the best land- scape experts in the country to co-operate with the engineers in' planning one of the most important improvements the city hes ever contemplated. We refer to the proposed changes in Riverside Park which must follow the covering of the New York Central tracks along sections of Riverside Drive. Public spirited citizens who look ahead are awake to the fact that this is more than an engineer’s job. It must be treated with the care and foresight it deserves NOW before it is too late. Two letters which follow are to the point: To the Editor of The Evening Wotld: Engineers tell us Riverside Park will be improved. But I need scarcely remind you that the original plans for Central Park were made by a body of citizens as distinguished as those who now make this improvement of Riverside Park. The Cen- tral Park plans were the work of engineers as competent as those now employed, Yet after several years’ work under these Central Park Dlans {t was found necessary to change them fundamentally. ‘The whole park had to be completely re-designed. Prospect Park in Brooklyn was planned by a commission Of distinguished citizens, again under engineering guidance, and again {t was found necessary to change fundamentally these plans under direction of competent landscape architects. Changes now proposed in Riverside Park have the support of the Port and Terminals Committee, but the Park Commis- sioner'’e name nowhere appears on the plans. He is custodian of the parks, important changes are proposed, but we know Rothing of his opinion as to the result of these changes. This method {s contrary to all sound doctrine of park management. Tt does not necessarily follow that any opinion park au- thorities mfght give would be finally controlling, but to ignore ‘Or @uppress the opinion of those placed in charge of such price- leas property is to act in defiance of the dictates of intelli- gence. W. B. VAN INGEN. Mr. Van Ingen is a well known New York artist who com- bines civic alertness with « level head. Samuel Parsons, for fifteen years Superintendent of Parks, authority on park planning and maintenance, writes: To the Editor of The Evening World: The insuperabdle objection to the present plan for improv- ing Riverside Park {is the filling up of valleys it involves. ‘The character of a park lies in its valleys as much as its Bills. It is the rolling contour which makes the chief beauty of Riverside Park. The valleys must go if the present plans are carried out. No acheme of grading ever can give the public the present beau- tiful surface, Why not sink the tracks far enough to save this surface? Tt will be cheaper in the end and is the only sensible way. SAMUEL PARSONS. The whole matter calls for further expert examination and ‘advice before any contracts are signed. Nor is the most economical way the one that costs least now. If engineers are allowed to go ahead on the “build a good tunnel and sod it over” plan, within a few years New Yorkers will be frowning at @ miserable disappointment and facing the expenditure of millions of dollars more to correct errors that need never have been made. The Riverside water front, with its varied background of banks rising toward the city, is an extraordinarily fine one. It would be the pride of any European city—studied, improved regardless of cost— built into an enduring asset of municipal convenience and sightliness. Unless New York has foresight and patience to treat the present plan as 8 park project no less than as an engincering feat the result wil] be a monumental botch, — Delp enforce peace—which is a very different thing from trying to butt in with it | enemies ‘Twelve good men and true can atill find a cold-blooded murderer guilty without phrases. “Moral imbecil and “sick souls” haven't yet turned trial by jury into a psychological clinic, Hits From Sharp Wits | When an applicant for a position 1s told that be will be borne in mind if anything turns up, he would better continue to try to turn something up Geewhere,—Albany Jour al, rich man who spends a week gath- | ering data showing how a man can live on § h When the wife cautions hubby to | Women throw old shoes at a bride with the hope of hitting the groom.|these days he knows instinctively eee that his last summer “kelly” in to see | Too many men have the mistaken | active ¢ again.—Macon News, notion that the thing to do is the (ee 0 much about? are they using and what are they try- ing to trap?” the boss, just had to smile ness, don't you keep up on current events? It's wire-tapping- think the linemen are trying to collec for thelr work, but the city decl {t was done for charity and won't pay.” ‘The President believes this nation should stand ready to . office boy, telephones. terrupting,” said Miss Primm sternly. Popple, Primm bas that wire-tapping thing all charm of narration is the story of the | © bring home a bottle of “hat bleach" | charitable institution | keeper. better change the subject The Office Force By Bide Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World.) 188 TILLIE, the blond stenog-, Pher, dropped the ne’ to nobody in particular, ‘what's this wire-trapping I've heard What kind of traps Misa Primm, private secretary to “My good- “why Miss Tillie! e said. not trapping. : replied the blond t's why the Mayor is provoke ‘Absolute! His argument is per- ure it's sound,” said Bobble, the “since it's about a lot of You see, telephones trans- und, and"-——~ ‘don me, Bobbie, but you're in- ‘And, moro than that, what you havo ¥ is of no consequence whatever.” You people make me smile," said the shipping clerk, | “Miss she has made it just avout as 1d Bobbie she turn ly tell n * she asked, de: replied Po} td Bobbie. Spooner, the book- m inclined to think we'd 1 see shoes “Oh, I “Ahem other fellow.—Toledo Blade, There's a difference between fault- eee |finding and pointing out faults.—Al- One of the things that is losing its |bany Journal, are going up. What do you think of that?" | “evidently you've been to some bur- Jlesque phow,” sald Popple. ‘That's —————" | where they have girls who kick." “] have not been to any burlesque |show and I don't care for your jest," |said Spooner. “I mean shoes are go- Barbagallo Is jealous of the fact that | !PS,UP in Priow” Letters From the People High School Cadets, Te the Eaitor of The Evening World he wave to New York City the frat | ai have to wear boots,” ‘Guess we'll I wish to take exception to the] barberless barber shop, and before | *’.,.\\ , +d ark," statement that the students of Stuy- Ehat Was ©, ally remark,’ said you relegate this to the waste ba: ” fe hopes that you will call the mel jMise Trims. Te phoee are bigher on Chicago by referring to the article | MAturally boots are Mentioned above, which can be found | Qh Sure” replied Bobbie, | “Boots on the first page of the “Right Here |often come clear up to the kneos, im New York® ; MAW Mtettceaanlt cuirped bina ; | never!" chirped Miss Til- nage BARBAGALLO, | ‘8 the brightest remark I've oe ation, de! long time. If I weren't ater New York timid I'd give Miss Primm a joke os ge caus AE sansa about the slipper.” military, diplomas, | 7¢,t% Méitor of The Evening Wori “Slipper one anyway,” For the past several yoara toilitary | Will you kindly state through the| the boy. drill har been part of the school cur-|columns of ‘The Evening World the| “There seems to be a movement on riculum. It would scem that New| Population of London, England, and|foot bere to tease somebody,” said York is just waking up to a need of | #!so New York and Greater New York | Popple, smiling broadly lis gaheal’ atise |Cliv? W. L. WANDS. “And I suppose I'm the goat, to use vesant High Schoul were the first in the country to form a company of cadets. The high schools of the City of Boston have for years muintained ral regiinents of cadets, and they re, and sill are, trained to a high degree of efficiency in military tac- | ties, both regimental and comp by officers of high rank in the M, M. and receive came from in Boston ove: B y a& slang expression,” snapped Miss J.C. H, | To the RaAitor of The Brening World Primm, "Well, it’s got to be stopped. asker ahaa. « To decide a bet, please state through | I'll have nobody springing cheap wit~ | ticisma at my expense. I shall tell the next one who does it exactly what 1 think of him.” “Quiet now—be calm!" “Here comes the boss.” Mr, Snooke entered the room wei ing a smile. “Good morning, folks, he said. “I almost did a wonderful otters from the People which is the To the Latior uf The Evening Worid +4 ‘ond city in New York in point of A Chicago burber claims to have ; ti established the first barberless barber | Population. JOHN B, O'BRIEN, whop in the world, By referring to Agrical ur files you wiil find that on April| To the RAiter of The & The Evening World published tele which will ping World Which industry includes the more isprove Chi-| people in this country, agriculture or) Dudley — — By Roy L. “What was it?” asked Miss Primm, pleasantly, “Why, I almost turned my automo- bile into @ post." The private secretary laughed. Then she said: “You're so funny, Mr. Snooks.” “I've got another good one for you,” continued the boss. ‘Miss Primm, Why are you like a duckling?” “I'll have to give it up," replied the Private secretary, beaming on him, “Because you're no chicken.” With that Mr. Snooks laughed and disappeared in his private room. There was silence for a moment and then Bobbie murmured: “I shall tell the next one who does it exactly what I think of him.” Miss Primm turned on him like a tgress. “You shut up, you Uttle fool she snapped. “I get yer meaning, but I don’t un. derstand yer attertude,” said the boy, Oh, golly!” ehuckled Miss Tilie, slyly. Miss Primm arose and stalked out of the room, closing the door with a bang. oe (DN'T you forget something?” said Mr. Jarr, as he paused at the threshold as he was departing for the day's work. Mrs, Jarr, who had kissed him goodby, and esked him for money, could think of nothing remiss in the whole duty of a wife, and #0 looked at him in @ pussied' manner. “You forgot to ask me if I would be home earty!” exclaimed Mr. Jarr. “Ob, I don't expect you!” said Mrs, Jerr. “You are crazy, like all the rest of the men, about baseball. You'll be standing watching the bulletin boards, That man Rangle never gets home till 11 and 13 o'clock every night, being at the baseball games, but Mrs. Rangle says she doesn't care, as it keeps him out of the ea- loons.” “Do you mean you don't expect me home early or you don’t want me?” The wise man expects everything from himself, the foog looks to others.—RICHTER, . Reflections of A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Oo. (The New York Evening World.) © ao wowan the first kiss is @ sacrament; to @ man it is—just @ kiss. T This is the time of year when a bachelor goes about with a “To Let” sign over his heart, and any fluffy little thing he happens to meet can walk right in and take up her summer quarters. After a woman has had two or three husbands it is always a puzzle to her whether her friends are pitying her for not being able to stay mar- ried or envying her for being able to go right on getting married. A mau’s first love is the most superlative thing in the world; after that they are merely comparative. Just as @ man takes @ morning “nip” to cure the headache left by the night before, a girl sometimes rushes into & new flirtation to forget the heartache left by the one before. The quickest way to shatter the home is by hurling home truths at one another, When a man breaks his promise to a woman he can always soothe his conscience by making her another “just as good.” Competition ts the life of love; marriage the monopoly that kills it, Just now a man {s 60 apt to look at the moon and mistake that lump ego's claim to this Ronor, John’ manufacturing? aT trick just now.” in the throst for love. The Jarr Family pre tpaemnNTeea NT Pa ae ES PRR McCardell —— Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Ce. (The New York Kvening World.) asked Mr. Jarr. “Oh, of course, I want you to come home in time for eupper,” said Mrs. Jarr, “but I'm going downtown to do a little ping and I won't be home myself till after six falock. Of course you men think @ woman is allly about shopping, but Iam not. It just tires me all out! But I promised to meet my mother downtown and go ehop- ping with her. “I suppose Monday te the favorite whopping day for all women?” asked Mr. Jarr. “It appears to me that every day ie their favorite day,” replied Mrs. Jarr, “whether they live in town or in the suburbs, Take Mrs, Jenkins, for in- stance. I'm sure she gete to the stores oftener than I do, and she tells | me that the suburban trains are crowded with women all the time, They come to town after their hus- bands leave home and they are back before them. Talk about living in the city! Well, those women that com- plain because they live in the sub- urbs get to matinees and bargain sales oftener than women that live in town!” “Commuters don't have much pleas- ure going to the theatre,” said Mr, Jarr, “They haven't time to dine after the play; they often haven't time to stay till the last act te fin- ished.” “Huh!” entffed Mrs. Jarr. “Those women that lve in the suburban towns don’t deny themselves anything in the way of play-golng. They come in to the matinees, You should seo the midday trains! They are just loaded down with overdressed women coming in to spend their husbands’ money. They are matinee crazy, and, what with their bridge whist clubs at home and their running to town every day and every day, it's no won- der they can't keep servants, and their poor children are neglected and run wild.” “I thought people moved to those suburban towns solely on account of their children, eo they could have fresh air and plenty of playroom,” re- marked Mr, Jarr, “Well, they have plenty of fresh air and plenty of playroom,” replied Mrs. Jarr, “for they have nobody to look after them or know what they are do- Ing, poor little things, with their mothers running to town and running to town day after day!" “Laving in the country can't be so bad, after all, then,” eaid Mr, Jarr, “Let us move out.” “No, thank you,” said Mrs, Jarr. “T live far enough away from the thea- jmiserable consciousness that every ‘lots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune Coprright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Oo. (The New York Evening Work.) THE BOTTLE IMP; by Robert Louis Stevenson. EAWE, the Hawatian sailor, bought the bottle from an unhappy rich man in San Francisco. It was no common bottle, this opal-hued flask, for its glass had been tempered in the flames of the infernal regions, and Satan himself had placed an imp of mischief inside it. Whosoever should own this devilish bottle could ask for what he would and receive the thing he asked for. But if he atill possessed the bottle at the time of his death/- his soul would be forever lost. Nor could be sell it, except for minted Money and for less than he had paid for it. All this the sad millionaire told Keawe. and less throughout the centuries, until now it could be bought for Keawe paid the $50; then wished for the money back again. Instantly, every penny of it was in his pocket. He returned te Hawaii, and there he wished for a beautiful, great house on a hillside overlooking the sea. And the house was his. Having now ali the wealth he needed, or wanted—and fearing to aie with the bottle in his possession—he sold the flask to a shipmate of his for a few cents less than he patd for tt, Soon after that he met and wooed Kokua, a girl to whom his heart went out at first sight of her. She loved him dearly as he loved her, 6 And they were betrothed. No man in all Hawall was hap. “K Lovers ¢ Dier than Keawe. He loved and was loved. And he had Sacrifice. won wealth without losing his soul, 3 pny Then, one night, as he bathed, he saw a rough pateh on his skin. And he knew he had fallen victim to leprosy, Goodby now to his happiness and his love! The vision of Kokua’s loveliness arose before his tortured mind. And he cried aloud: “I will venture my soul to win you!” He set forth to find his shipmate and to buy back the bottle that he might wish himself well again. But his shipmate had sold the bottle, and so had the man to whom the shipmate had sold it. And so on until Keawe at last traced it to its latest owner—a young man who had bought It for 2 cents. That meant Keawe must buy !t for one cent, or not at all, And—how could he sell it again for less? Yet, for love of Kokua he paid his cent, took the bottle and wished himself clean of his leprosy. And at once he was cured, He married Kokua; but ever the thought of his soul's damnation marred the joy of his life with her. And at last he could no longer keep his secret grief to himself, but told his wife all. Kokua was cleverer than he, and ehe saw a way of escape. They went to the French island of Papeete, where the centime is a minted coin worth only one-fifth of a cent. There Kokua secretly persuaded a dying beggar to buy the bottle from Keawe for four centimes, and took an oath to buy it back from the beggar for three, She kept her oath. Keawe was gloriously happy—unti! he dis- covered by chance that it was Kokua who, through love of him, had bought the bottle and thus had risked damnation. Keawe did not tell her that he had learned her secret, He sought out @ scoundrelly drun! sailor and, giving him three centimes, bribed him to go to Kokua and buy the bottle from her. Keawe prom- ised to buy it back from him for two. The sailor bought the bottle from Kokua, but realizing ita value, he craftily nawrrrrnwn® Tefused to sell it again to Keawe. “I tell you,” warned Keawe, a wild hope springing up in btm, “the man who has that bottle goes to hell!” “I reckon I'm going, anyway,” hiccoughed the sailor, staggering away, “and this bottle’s the best thing to go with I've struck yet. Good night to you!” Keawe rushed back to his wife, his heart aglow with the bliss of their escape. And home they went together to a life of wonderful happiness im their great house on the Hawatian hillside, A man that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well._—BACON. Just a Wife--(Her Diary) Edited by Janet Trevor. Coprright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Os, (The New York Brening World.) CHAPTER XIX. the first distinctly uttered sentepee UGUST 11 (continued).—I sup- sreotuaea any attempt to move wut A pose it's not morally wrong |° «what ay vou think of ta for women to smoke. I know ja] feed of Pr Houghton'’s?” that ever #o many respectable wives | Voice belonged to « pretty, red-haired and mothers do it nowadays, But the | Toman renee Deen at my hosts custom seems to me like putting on . Thora make-up—a practice from which & dyke bad volunteered the information that she was Mrs, Winthrop and hie delicately minded woman instinctive. | 4! ly shrinks. int cousin, She 18 90 emphatically NOT / So when olgarettes were served my _hostes with coffee to the feminine gu: t|"She might as well be the daughter wife for tio tones, Mss. Denford's dinner, and when the |0f * country clergyman or the other women began to smoke with L Hoge how our cigarettes s) almost feverish eagerness—well,| “Rather pretty, though,” came Gem I couldn't follow their example. the other, Though nothing was said, I had the she could trim her if she had to, and when she has children she will always see that their iped and their But she'll be a mi around her husband's neck. one and resent was noting my defection cretiy amiling at my simplicity, 1 longed to run away from the glittering hard-faced women, to go home. The daintiness and comfort and peace of my little apartment had never seemed go desirable. But I bit my lips to hide their trembling and tried to make my eyes as hard and bright as those about me. mot fail Ned in the house of hi friends. Besides, 1 knew that t men would rejoin us in a few min- utes for the dancing mentioned in our invitation, Mr, Thorndyke, the nice boy who had taken me in to dinner, had made me promi him the first waltz. In the ballroom I felt better, to entertain the two of them, Mrs. Houghton won't fit in our She's completely a member of bourgeoise. “In another ten years her might have married one of us. Now —well, if he's not careful, he may have to move to New Jersey. you imagine that plece of pink-and- white insignificance playing hostess in a city establishment?” Even in my ¢| had a passing wonder at the Winthrop’ a ‘Oh, I hate to see @ good man’ chance in life ruined by a woman he ought never to have married,” Mrs. Denford said with slight bite} terness, “But come, Nora, darling#? the nice Thorndyke boy—he's at least two years younger than 1—suggested that We sit out the next one-step in the conservatory. Also that the price had grown, rh ( He left me on a marble seat behind a clump of ferns while he went to get me a glass of punch, The coolness and quiet were refreshing, and uw consciously I drew back as far as pos- sible into the corner of the bench go that I was nearly hidden by the thick ferns. Suddenly I heard voices on the other side of the fern-bower, Ana latest for college graduates, A Connecticut manufacturer has wes and etores up here, as it isl” A collapsible hat, to erpand and contract with the wearer's head, hole manufactory to sustain a one-armed lunchroom for left-hand¢$ people, My husband, I'm sure, is waiting for you, but he won't look for you here, since I told him I was going to the conservatory to see if the music could be heard clearly.” 7 I have written it all. The rest of the evening is a blur through which, somehow, I lived. Oh, I must eto} suffering and sleep! H (To Be Continued.) Facts Not Worth Knowing By Arthur Baer Copyright, 1916. by The Prem Trublishing Co, (The New York Evening World), In order to lessen the monotony of the journey, a Detroit manufacterer is building a revolving door with a graphophone attachment, A pneumatic rubber heel enables a dancer to be very Ught om Ate partner's feet. Tt t@ the consensus of opinion among scientists that there is no leat motion when a hobo starts after the free lunch, You have no redress tf your new Orfords blister your heels, a8 Thomea Jefferson overlooked that entirely in the Constitution, y » 4 equeathed the income from he peed