The evening world. Newspaper, June 7, 1916, Page 16

The Evening World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, June 7, 1916 ESTABLIGHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. @uMtehes Dally Except Sunday dy the Press Publishing Company, Nos 68 to 63 Park Row, New Tork. RALPH PULITZER, Prenident, 63 Park Row, J, ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, 63 Park R JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr. Secretary, 63 Park Row. Ent t the Post-Office at New York ae Second-Ciase Matter. @ubseription Rates to The bvening) For England and the Continent ‘World for the United States All Countries in the International M and Cenade. Poatal Union One Yoaro....-.. ae eeresvmmeseees @ One Month... ...... VOLUME 56.......600se0000. WHERE'S THE DIFFERENCE? OBODY will begrudge the hard-up Hughes boomers at Chicago all the “boost” they can get out of the Justice’s eloquent little talk to schoolgirl graduates about the flag. The need was desperate. Already his friends have distilled a eiz-star brand of preparedness out of the Justice's speech and with Herculean efforts they may yet squeeze out something about the tariff, 4 hint or two to Wall Street and a new Mexican policy. One Year. |One Month. . a6 sesevceee eNO, 20,014 Meanwhile all Justice Hughes seems to have eaid, or the gist of it, was: “Tt (the flag) means America first; it means en undivided allegiance; 11 means America united, strong and efficient, equal to her tasks. It moans that you cannot be saved by the valor and devotion of your ancestors; that to each generation | oomes its patriotic duty, and that upon your willing to | sacrifice and endure as those before you have sacrificed and endured rests the national hope.” Admirable words. But wherein do they differ from what Presi- dent Wilson has repeatedly said, or wherein do they express senti- ments which the President does not share and upon which he has not | consistently acted? | The most violent exertions of his friends have so far failed to reveal Justice Hughes as anything other than an exceedingly able and distinguished American whose patriotic views are extraordinarily like those of the President. | a E its best to rally from the disappointment of a costly and A curious qualification for a candidate expected to carry the} Republican Party into power on the issue of preparedness. KITCHENER. NGLAND has lost her sturdiest war chief. ‘Io make it worse,| the blow falls at a moment when the British spirit was doing doubtful encounter with the enemy on 6ea, where, if anywhere,| Britons looked for clean-cut victories. ‘The effect is doubly depress- ing. Despite the criticism that assailed him, despite complaints of his close-mouthed obstinacy, despite the specific charge that his fore- sight failed to provide the right kind of ammunition for the English armies in France, Kitchener continued to stand as a reassuring tower of strength in the eyes of the British public—or the greater part of it. | In his very defects he realized the British ideal of the soldier- commander—¢elf-contained, silent, showing no extraordinary flashes | of intellect or imagination, but strong, steadfast, dependable. Behind him the British mind felt the solid guarantees of the Nile, the Soudan, Khartoum, South Africa. He was not @ man of speech, but he spoke eloquently enough to British confidence and hope. | The War Minister can be replaced. ‘The loss of the popular hero-veteran is a far more eerious one. ‘I'he allies have had but} two men who possessed the super-quality of suggesting quiet, com-| forting, all-compelling strength. Of the two only Joffre is left. TELL THE PUBLIC ABOUT IT. HE new Municipal Night Court for wage-earners was opened T this week in the Second Municipal District Court House, No. 264 Madison Street. This court, which after much effort was finally and properly established by the Board of Justices independently of the mandatory | bill passed at Albany which Mayor Mitchel vetoed, was designed to| provide wage-earners with prompt judgment in civil suite involving éums less than $50. It was thought many workers would welcome a night court where cases involving the payment of their wages could) be settled without requiring them to take time from their working hours to appear in court. It is a singular fact, however, that out of seventy-one plaintiffs in cases fi for a night trial. When the new night court met for the first time Monday there was not a eingle case on its calendar. Apparently what the new court needs is a publicity agent. The persons likely to find it most useful are many of them toilers who have little time to post theinselves on what the city is doing for their convenience. And their lawyers rarely take the trouble to explain to them all their rights and privileges. Make sure that wage earners know about the new night court. The experiment should not be permitted to fail for lack of a little advertising. Hits From Sharp Wits A secret is like canned goods; It won't keep after te t opened.— Memphis Commercial Appeal. eee The girl with big feet who wears white shoes may be long on courage, but she's certainly shy on judgment.— Macon News. A secret that a woman can keep fsn't worth much.—Philadelphia In- quirer, . Wearers of loud shirts are so happy | they cannot be expected to think of the innocent bystanders. oe fe eee Observation of al! mankind teaches us that the fool-killer is a mythical being.—Albany Journa eee Even a piente ts not all joy. If the| fun overbalances the discomforts It's & success —Toledo Blade .e The man of few words usually says @ mouthful when he does talk.— adelphia Loquirer, . e What h of the “model hus- t, Dut, too, tuo little of who . the model wi . Ppursied us, ° For the reason that he gets on hia nerves a hustler is the bane of a lazy man's life has always happened to get together in the first place.—Columbla State. Letters From the People Care of Walks Lawns, To the Edivor of The Bening World 1 wonder if wome Evening World reader who has lived in two-family houses can give me some information on the subject of sidewalks and luwna, aving alwa lived in apartments, We last fall moved into the down: | _‘t live in the houge or neighboriond, stairs half of @ two-family house, attenc © things, Is there any The people upstairs, when we asked | finite custom ruling? them concerning keeping the sidewalk MRS. cleared of snow and ice, stated that No. the custom waa for the people down. | Te the Editor of ‘The Prening World stairs to attend to that. We did, and| Ie Decoration Day, May 30, @ na- {cut and the hedge trimmed. Recently we discovered that our next-door nelghbors, who have been together in the same house four years, each con- tribute half toward the care of the walks and lawns. In another house on our street the landlord, who « e POW. B though, is how the fool and his money | | discussion Master Jarr eager The Old — By Roy L. Copyright, 1918, by The reas Publishing Co, (The New York kvening World.) ILLIE JARR was asking his mother for the hundredth time, “Maw, can't I be a Boy Scout?” telling her that Gussie Bepler and Izzy Slavinsky were Boy Scouts, too. “I don't think those are nice boys for you to associate with,” replied the mother; “not the Boy Scouts by the Bepler and Slavinsky boys. They are not refined.” “Aw, you don't have to be refined to be a Boy Scout,” said Master Jarr, “Well, you should,” remarked Mrs, Jarr, firmly. “Percival Fetherbrain’s | mother Is endeavoring to get him into {the Juvenile Junta bf the Peace Prop- aganda, which is composed of boys belonging to the families of the highest social standing. “Percival is led in the municipal courts since May 15 only one asked) only your age, Willie, and yet he can speak French and play the piano.” “Aw, he cries if he gets his clothes dirty,” replied Master Jarr, “and he j has curls.” € “He is a Httle gentleman,” said Mrs Jarr, “and you would de well if you patterned after him, “That Boy Scout movement is good thing for the youngsters,” spoke up Mr. Jarr. Willie a Boy Scout than to know he could speak French and play a plano." “Can I get a Scout book, maw asked Master Jarr, who saw that the between his parents was taking the conversation away fron the main question, “Ask your father,” sald Mrs. Jarr; “he seems to prefer you should be interested in such things.” Master Jarr produced a tattered, red-covered book, “This is ley Blavinsky’s,” be said, “and it tells you how to give the Scout's salute and how to be a Scout. I'm a tender- foot now." “Well, you should be, the way y | kick your feet through your sh sniffed bis mother: “Would you rather learn to speak French and play the piano like little Percival Vetherbrain or be a Boy Scout?” asked Mr. Jarr “I'd rather be a Boy Scout,” replied “I beard a lady read a deprecating the Boy Scouts ment, claiming it inculeated a fighting paper move- spirit in boys," sald Mrs. Jarr, “We may not always live in this neighb: hood and 1 think it would be mu better if our children made other as sociations than with the Beplers and Slavinskys!"* "Gussie Bepler ts all right!" re- marked Master Jarr. “He can play a mouth organ with his nose, and Izzy Slavinsky can talk gibberish #o no- thie epring they told us it was also|tional holiday, and #0 observed jn all ow Gap @ pay for keeping the lawn ; States, a : s body can understand him unless you The Jarr Family ay Trail! ints ARTA EERO, By J. H. Cassel The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Oo. (The New York Evening World.) THE MUMMY; by Edmond About. APOLEON was hemmed in by the allied armies of England, Russie f and the German States. In desperation, he sent a message to Gen. Rapp, who was defending Dantzig, bidding him ebandoa the city and march to his Emperor's relief. The Emperor chose, as bearer of this all-important message, bis bravest and most ardently devoted aide, Col. Victor Fougas. The Colonel , 9) set forth in mid-November of 1813. Through four of the allied armies he ¢ worked his way, risking his life at every step. Then, just as he was nearing Dantzig, he was captured by the Germans who besieged the place. They searched him, found Napoleon's message, and after a tedious court-martial, condemned the captive to be shot as a spy. Fougas’s only comment on the verdict was a defiant shout of “Long live the Emperor!” With the besieging army was Dr. Johann Meiser, the foremost German scientist of his day. Meiser had met Fougas while the latter was awaiting trial. A warm friendship sprang up between the two. When Fougas was j Sentenced, Metser pleaded in vain for the gallant young soldier’a li At dawn on the bitter cold winter day set for the execution, Meiser went | to say farewell to his friend, At the prison he was told that Fougas had been | Placed in an open cell at the top of a tower the preceding night and had just been found on his cell floor frozen to death Meiser went up to see the body, Ata glance his medical insight showed him that Fougas was still alive, but that the spark of life flickered so faintly | that none but a doctor could discern it Acting on impulse, he persuaded the authorities to sell him the body for dissection, and he carried it safely to his own laboratory. But there @ | | ‘ i of lite would die out. If he did revive him, the court. — | tough problem confronted the old scientist: What was 137A Scientiet’ he to do with this man he had rescued? Dilemma. If he did not speedily revive Fougus, the feeble spark | martial sentence would be put into effect: Fougas would | be executed as a spy. There was no way of smuggling him out of the army At length Meiser hit on @ queer solution to the puzzle. He decided to keep Fougas in a state of suspended animation until the war should be jended, The surest way to do this, he considered, was to turn the Colonel |into a mummy. ‘ | The human body ts four-fifths water, By dry heat and by a vacuum pro- .¢ cess Meiser succeeded in reducing Fougas's weight from 180 to forty-five |pounds. He worked with the utmost care to prevent his patient from dying during this odd process, And he succeeded. | | But at the war's end Meiser's nerves failed. Ie dared not risk making | known the fact he had harbored his country’s condemned foe, So he kept |the mummy in his laboratory, bequeathed it 376,000 francs and wrote out @ |long statement of the case, which he laid by among his secret papers. In 1824 Metser died. His heirs found and read the statement. By this time Napoleon, too, was dead, France (and indeed all Europe) was at peace. The Emperor's old soldiers had settled down to lives of placid industry. Because of Meiser's high repute the statement was credited, Several & | pe aut curgeons, following his written instructions, set to work to turn the mummy back inte aman. They subjected it to hot vapor but & until at ‘ last the system had souwked up enough moisture to com- ® “Long Live < pensate for what had been lost. In time, Col. Vietor | She einpster}* } Fougas lay before thein in all his former aspect of youth | ener and strength. A heart specialist now took charge. And | ‘i presently the Colonel's revived heart began to heat, As |the surgeons stood back, gazing on the miracle they had wrought, Fougas's eyes opened wide, He glared duzer'!y aty im. then leaped to his feet with Ja ringing shout of: | “Long live the Emperor!'; | eh ) Those who sneer habitually at human nature and get to despise are among its worst and least pleasant samples.—DICKE 8. McCardell —— — By Bide give him a cent to tell you what It means!" “There you s erled Mr, Jarr. “The neighborhood which you decry offers exceptional advantages in mu- sic and languages! Can Master Per- clval Fetherbrain play a mouth organ with his nose? Can he converse in gibberish? 6é NOTHER man dissatisfied A with my condition was in here to-day,” sald Lucile, the waitress, as the newspaper man took @ seat at the lunch counter, “I cer- tainly cause a lot of worrying among the hue agd cry of the people, don't I, kid? “Mrs, Metherbrain pays five dollars| Mrs. Jarr. “Tm speaking of refined & lesson to her son's piano teacher | associations.” and five dollars a lesson to his French “Can't you compromise, Willie?” asked Mr, Jarr. refined Boy Scout?” “L want to be a Boy Scout and I don't want to pla: the plano and speak Irench,” replied Master Jarr. “But all the gang are going to let their hair grow long like Buffalo Bill, because then the Indians want to get your scalp. Gimme a dollar, paw, to join the Boy Scouts, won't you?” And father forked over. tutor, and that's more than we can afford for our children." “I'm glad of it," replied Mr, Jarr. “It will do Willle more good to get his accomplishments as he's now get- ting them. Besides, it's cheaper. If he goes in the business I'm in, play- ing the plano and speaking Frenoh will get him nowhere,” “I'm not speaking of business,” said pocsbcaulliicet) | A man that ts young in years may be old in hours if he has lost no time.—BACON, ‘ouldn't you be a i i Reflections of "I think I'd rather see | A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1916, by ‘Phe Pres Publishing Oo. (Phe New York Byening World.) OVE is not that which makes aman madly yearn to hold a woman in his arms, but that which makes him calmly willing to go through | life just holding her by the hand, L Every man wants all that’s coming to him—-and his enemies hope he'll jeer tt A man makes the will belleve and trust a woman forever—provided she never) faial mistake of telling him the honest truth about herself, Just now the average wife {s getting awfully tired of hearing her hus-| band tell what he would do if he were “President,” while she sits patiently by aud makes over ber last year's bathing suit. Next to a man in the throes of the love-fever the platonic friend, who las to listen to the recital of his symptoms and sufferings, perhaps suffers worst, Most bachelors regard the feminine passion for letter writing as a vicious inania and look upon the postman as their mortal enemy. No, dearie, love is not blind, only nearsighted; and marriage is the optician, warranted to dispel all illusions and make all defects per- ly clear. Love’ ination never to see a girl again—and wake up next morning wondering feverishly how long tt will be before he can decently dare to telephone her. | After a quarrel the sweetest memory a woman can have {s that of the Lucile, the Waitress Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Go, (The New York Evening World.) who t you know w what makes a man go to sleep at night with the firm deter- |" Just a Wife--(Her Diary) Edited by Janet Trevor. — of ~o Dudley Sopsranis 1818 We Tis tries Publavleg GO. tree Soe Vou Eon oe | CHAPTER XXIII. ko to her nt. But it is pro- “Apparently,” he replied. “But UGU 19,—I have listened to aera sheng with her what was wrong to-day?” such a pitiful story, And fam, ji, Loi De Uae “Oh, this fellow thinks I ought to so ashamed of myself for hav-| poor gir Duryea is addicted Promulgate in business, You know—- ing harbored even the faintest sus-)1¢ tie use wreotics, Shoe ts what advance along with the flow of the picion that Ned was not the loyal, '% ee Hie Lei Nend : tide on the hearth of prosperity. He joving husband I know him to be. lin office: so weil tat una oat ne Suggests that I learn a trade.” Perhaps he detected @ difference [it even while partially wi tke “What trade?" didn't mean to show tn the kiss [ guer y of her not “Telegraphy. He tells me it's just gave him when he returned last night. | @'"t to trust iny impor- 5 tant duty for some t Tlien Why the proper caper in the line of trades Jvor, putting his hands on my shoul- discharge dict and abrale for a lady, and hints that I'd vaccilate ders, he } off from him and ‘ sistant, you wonder? For to the top of the heap in a very short {looked hard at my face, i wo reasons, Tam sorry for the girth og ’ ye “What's the matter, Mollie? he| Also, | believe that Lean cure her 1 paradox of time. Of course, I'm asked, quite tenderly, hse orth nen willie coos r. slightly skittish about it, but I cock Thart closed my eves to keep from lthat Tam develorine the cea erttton the ear and level the eye at him and failing the tears which had suddenly |devoters of habit = forming drugs tell him to shoot. started at the gentioness of his tone. /of which I told you the day we wert “There's no money in hashing,’ he| “Something iy bothering me," I ad-!t6 Glen Island, “Don't ‘you rem mber deteriorates at me, mitted, “I'll tell you about it after! —1 said that was whit my book wee “True! I extenuate in reply, look- dinner, dear.” jwaiting for, I told you the truth, ate ing at him pointed. ‘Unless, of) It was rather a silent meal which | though I spared you its painful’ dec course, the victims are generously in-|we shared, for Ned was tired and I'm } ‘Is when I assured you weeks ago Clinated and share their worldly spoils | afraid he ‘felt the constraint I tried |that you could nes hele me he wen. with tho little lady in white.’ |vainly to erase from iny voicw and |ing my book as Miss Duryea helface “He ignorates my remark, ‘Why|manner, Neither one of us ate much. | poor xirl!” F ‘ don't you got tobe a telegraph opera-| After the meal T led him to the On T am sorry for her!” 1 ex- tor?’ he asks. ‘I'm one.’ “AM right, explain, 1 say: ‘ook the child to London,’ ‘Get me | coolest, most comfortable nook in our ‘ell me ‘apartment; the wide window seat that |is nearest the Hudson River. He tried to put his arm about me, al ed, as Ned paused “But who, Aded wonderingly. “ can the writer Can't you find him 1 lof this letter bet iL ‘Nix!’ comes from him, nish } now You could learn telegraphy | but, instinctively, I stiffened, UEhibetine gu cag i a easy. One dot is KE, two dots I, three| “Please read this, first,” 1 said, fo palit fon Panera! dots $. It's made up of dots and) the lute western light was still stron responded iamtie, socertet HME dashes. Get me?” enough to permit him to decipher |jmay be some crank. OF he ie “Sure 1 do!’ I tell him, ‘Phen, |the rather large and bold characters some chap Teally in love with ey gee pointing to my head, 1 add: ‘You got|of the annonymous letter T had re- | sistant, my as- Of course | have told her that in her present state she has no right to marry, But t know nothing of her private affairs and she may ceived. Was It imagination, or did I see his face twist and darken as he read eficit up here. You're dotty.’ | presume that’s a joke,’ he says. “"Dot's right,’ comes from Uttle} me the first few lines of the accusation | have some admirer who isnt s n't “He gives mo a glare. Then grad-|involving himself and his office as-lof the truth and wo aserthen nce ® ual hoe smiles, ‘You're a nut,’ he| sistant, Lallian Duryea? But when he !rejection of him te the most vinleter says, ‘Now look here! [ want to, had finished It he sald, simply: "Do | cause ist how you how to telegraph.’ He takes | you belleve this, Mollie?" “Poor girl.” I anid, and kissed Ned his fork, puts it over his knife and|_ * 1 answered and know that/t was going to apolouiae for sues beging to tick away on the counter, |I spoke the truth. | “Hut what cause, | reading the letter, when my husband moved suddenly, and with @ brusque “Forget {t!" proposed that a ride in the car, il did (To Be Continued) whit reason can you have given any- body to write me auch a letter?” “[ do see Miss Duryea often,” he explained, without a quiver, “I even ‘Now, supposing you were an opera- too,’ he says, ‘and I wanted to} ‘ou for a demi tasse, I'd tick Ike | ‘Then he clatters away. “When he quits [ make a little ad- dress. ‘You'd Heke a Me more than | (Malet “hecaue we dnt nae ~=Paets Not Worth Knowing ¥ he re-echoes, ‘Say, do : By Arthur Baer at a demi tasse is? “It had slipped my mind, kid, but 1 couldn't afford to let him know it Sol says: ‘Sure! A demi tasse is rabbit that runs wild on the plains of Kansas City. +’ demi tasse,’ he says, cup of coffee,’ “Well, what's the difference be- tween a’ sinall cup of coffee and a rabbit that runs wild on the plains of Kansas City?’ I ask. “Ts that a riddle?’ he asks, I tell him yes “1 give tt up. Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World.) O matter how much you mow the grass on a lawn it never seems to get discouraged. N Always place the can of sardines in the aguarium until ready to serve, Fish keep best in their native clement, a@ small Scientists have figured out that the life of the % on a tupewriter ts much longer in Dublin than it is in Petrograd, I don't know,’ says : AD BAO: SAYS Patonts have deen refused to a Yonkers citizen who claimed to have he. “'¥ou don't. Know,’ I rejoinder.| evolved a method to prevent ocean voyagers being kicked by angry fish ‘Mun! You'd be a fine one to send out after a small cup of coffee, : Fn wouldn't you? You'd be apt to como} A nice, gargly noise can be made by inhaling vigorous! nick with one of Kansas City's prin- 'y on the straw 1} after the soda water glass has been emptied of its contents, Is or something like that. it stopped him eold, kid. | trying to get me to be nd you know what's| y g to those tappers here What'll you have, kid, bean ken soup?” jich Would you recommend? “1 believe I'd take the bean, The oa ‘per When Lincoln Highway wilt stretch $,000 miles, At present they are irying (0 make about {09 miles of Lincoln Highway stretch 3,000 mites, completed the Ditter thing she left unsaid, In writing scenarios for the movies remember that having the villain complaints against {t to-day ain't commit hari-kari is much cheaper than feeding him powdered diamonda, been agsiolent as usual.”