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T @ candidate respectable enough to give the Republicans some countenance in their coming drive against the party in power, | the Democrats gather at St. Louis thie week quietly to renominate for the Presidency the man who by his conduct in that office sets the pace which forced his opponents to their late painful exertions. | It was President Wilson and his success in bringing Germany to! terms—keeping the country out of war without detriment to ite honor , —that drove Republicans and Progressives to their wits’ ends trying to find patriotic phrases and platforms high-sounding enough to ob- secure the plain, concrete facts of what the President had accom-| plished. It is President Wilson and his vigorous programme of prepared- ness that, having pushed the desperate Colonel almost to downright | declaration of war, now causes Mr. Hughes to construct ringing para-! graphs about preparedness which mean only: All Democrats are doing is nothing to what Republicans will promise. | It is President Wilson and the prosperity which has come to the country under his administration that now compel the Republicans to take a new tack with the tariff. Instead of lugging out high protection as the dispeller of calamity, they can only urge it upon business and labor as the condition upon which the nation may con- tinue to enjoy the good times which, under a lowered tariff, it has enjoyed and atill enjoys. | Finally, it is because the President is what he is that the Republican Party has gone to the Supreme Court of the United States for ite candidate—thereby disturbing an august judicial body which the nation would instinctively prefer to sce remain intact, beyond the reach of political demands or exigencies. One thing is sure. The country will be justified in shaking hands with itself over its chief Presidential candidates. Not in the memory| of living voters have the two great parties put forward two men who, by character, temperament, training, statesmanship and public| achievements, etood upon so high a plane. | From a broader point of view this may be taken as encouraging, proof of the increasingly exacting quality of electoral intelligence. | In particular, however, it is a tribute to the high Presidential stand-| ards which the first term of Woodrow Wilson’s Administration has already firmly fixed. \ ——— | The Progressive nominations appear to be in a tin cylinder with both ends closed and soldered. ———4-—__—_— TOO FINE TO SPOIL. NOTHER protest against any hasty adoption of plans for changing Riverside Drive Park with a view merely to cover- ing the New York Central tracks somehow and with least! trouble, comes from the Committee on Parks of the American Society ; of Landscape Architects. In a letter to the Board of Estimate the committee expresses ita conviction “that the whole scheme for the treatment of the rail- road and the development of the park has been hastily studied and! without sufficient consideration for the principles of park design and| the uses which it is to serve.” | “It 1s not sufficient to have a preliminary plan for this great undertaking. We should have a complete plan for the whole future development of the park, and this means an exhaustive study of its possible and probable uses.” | “Our interest in the matter is greater than the mere hiding of the raflroad.” Sensible New Yorkers share this view. Where is the wisdom in rushing ahead with the work—leaving principally to engineers the| problem of giving permanent form to one of the finest waterfront park eites in this or in any city? Why regret in ten years mistakes which can be avoided now? New York has had to deplore and correct too many expensive} blunders of this sort. If Riverside Park is worth improving at all it) is worth every bit of expert knowledge and study the Park authorities | and lundscape specialists can bring to bear on it. | tter, ‘ontinent amd |; RISING STANDARDS. covseveveNQ, ROOI8 ———-+—— Now watch the sun come out Hits From The Evening 4 woman is always suspicious of another woman who dresses better than herself—Omaha World-Herald, cs 8 The reason a whole lot of men are not in the pink of condition is be- cause their noses are—Columbia State, oe e Lots of men are lenient with them- selves because of their belief that charity begins at home,—Omaha World-Herald. ra There is only one six-footer in Letters From the People The Community Chorus, ‘Yo the Extitor af The Evening World I read with great interest your edi- torial in The Evening World, headed n Indoor City.” You have struck a note in that edi- torlal which needs to be emphasized. Every effort to encourage this gath-) py, ering in the open of great numbers! 4. stirs the hum: of people to hear good musle and iginging together with a especially patriotic music should be| orners, made, In the movement to organize a community chorus in Central Park we have a very laudable extension | now far in the of your idea, and one which deserves the serious attention of militarists and pacifists alike, The thrill I got in joining with the 800 singers in their open air rehearsal, in the pres- ence of a crowd of 3,000 who joined im many of the songs, not only aroused the feeling of patriotism but emphasised the oneness of humanity Sharp Wits every 208 men; the others only act \& “big."—Memphis Commercial Appeal. . . . je Prejudice 1s usually an incurable affliction, oe If love were not blind to faults there would be few marriages,—Al- bany Journal. oe When it comes to a choice between a man who is capable of big deeds | and @ man who owns ‘em, it doesn't take a girl long to decide,—Columbia State, | | at the same time. ‘The underlying | ideas of the movement can be} summed up very easily. ‘The mem- | bers of the New York Community | Chorus feet that everybody can dig | @ wong out of himself somewhere if | he only scrapes the surface a wee No singing or listening to music “an soul as does the | thousand song, singing together, we may create @ unity of purpose and action which will lead us no one knows direction of creating for ourselves and H. K, Entimated, 1919, 25,849, Employing 72,500, To the Editor of The Evening World Has any one ever estima tal number of fact f treater Now York ( f peop more others, happiness ber lena And through the medium of | | “Here's your World Daily Magazine, Monday, June 12, 1916 the Proas k Evening World.) becoming | sald | @ The Office Copyright, 1918, by (Tlie New ¥ “ce Primm, private secretary to the boss, “that the dances of twenty “That ought to please you," Bobbie, the offi santiy, sinuate that I'm an old timer?” “Speaking of old timers," came from grandfather owned. “Geo whiz! ‘That's a pip of a Joke,” “Then I presume I have body tn this room the pip Primm, frowning at the girl “You! seem to be unable to refrain from{ ‘i t as old when I wouldn't,” replied Miss! Tile calmly, i “If | had a little inc Force i} ‘ years ago are the style “Please me? demanded | Miss Tillie, the blonde stenographer, chuckied Bobbie. “What's gone Wrong With you this! springing old jok », now Let's be By Bide Dudley. SPE by the pap sald Misa! again.” Miss Primm, “Do you mean to in- “my father has a watch his great- “Oh, it is?" camo from the blonde, morning, Miss Tillie?” asked Miss} “Of course, you'd rec "said Spooner pleasant | “Let's | this mornin, | ange the subject, I was reading in yaper last night that a maker of Cough drops died recently and left an pstate valued at $1,000,000." lied the coughers with drops and his coffers with coin, eh?” replied Miss Primm, siniling at her own out- burst of wit ly," replied Spooner in his coffin now," put In Bobble. bid very cheap and snapped Miss Primm s has to make uncalled for “Bob- himself lous. I think the whole bunch of you iven to springing cheap jokes,” areitine blonde, “If f couldn't th tip better ones than those I'd go soak ead my, ner nat—peroxide?” asked Bob- bleh, dear mo!" sald Miss Primm with mila 74 mes Bobbie IS a 2" snapped the blonde, "Well, I'l tel some- thing, If you had to live on the humor in Robbie's jokes in leu of food you'd starve to death,” “Reminds me of Mrs. Lafferty,” yt © ed "She always had @a laugh fer tea and “Hey! Cu na, kids!" |aaid Popple.. * if you can, but don't he 4 v “T hate puns,” said Misa Primm. had to rebuke my grandfather y terday for punning." “Ts tt p your grandfather ts still Hving? asked Bobble, with felened amazement “LT shall mention these Insults to Mr. id Miss Primm. chan “Ho's coming In. . eared an Snooks," said Miss morning Then he turned to the vate secretary "Miss Primm,” be sald s ! lemnly, "I 1 ureeted the} ome to keep me from worrying, | could do big things Reflections of A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), O make a man love you make yourself irresistible; but to make him marry you make yourself indispensable, T Next to the thrill of remembering his pleasures perhaps @ man en- joys most the luxury of “confessing” his sins. When a nice ordinary man begins moralizing It is @ sign either that he has just been smashing a few of the Commandments or that he is! Hostile. just thinking of doing so. to consider them seriously. As long as he's keeping them be never stops The only thing more acutely tragic to a man than not to be wanted by the woman he loves ts to be loved by some woman he doesn’t want. It makes a man almost as indignant not to be allowed to break his 4 en every- | promises, his engagements and his wedding vows as it makes a small boy) she seems like a different woman. I not to be allowed to break his own toys. No, dearies, love DOPSN'T last—but neither do sunsets, dinners, operas, cocktails, youth, summer, roses, dreams nor any of the other really snize them! fascinating things in this Ife! Their brevity 1s what makes them|take my regrets. |take my regi fascinating. There Is no “temptation” except those that are inside of a man's brain. The game, the bottle or the flirtation is merely the “opportunity.” A smell boy is awfully bored by the kisses and baby talk which continue our acquaintance, women lavish on him, but after he grows up they appear to be the only things in which he takes any real vital interest. Marriage is the plunge over the precipice which wakes you up with a violent jerk from “love's young dream.” Facts Not Worth Knowing By Arthur Baer Copyright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Bening World), Owing to the lack of standardization of their beaks, the scheme to utilize Long Island mosquitoes in boring cannon has been abandoned. It is estimated that q button hook would lose its resilience if forced| to a depth of 3,258 feet in the ocean, If not given proper attention when first yoticed, @ smal? leak in @ thimble is apt to spread to vast proportiony, No precautions are necessary to prevent roaches from straying off the premises, By whittling energetically it ig possible to cut down an old, sour piano ‘ito a pair of useful shoe-trees, Tf your collars are too loose you can stop your neck from rattling by simply stuffing an old rug down tt. As bothered me considerably.” "Ve sir,” sho replied. “Wilt makes a cow He down be- 1o can't sit down? Give it m glad T wasn't the goat for tha one,” said Bobbie. ¥Moo!"* came from the blonde. Miss Primm ieft the room, ming the door, up | And with a chuckle the pjayful My, house in London's slums, | bullied by a wicked government. down already!) you'll ‘ave yer rights!” The Red Cow Group was keenly ‘The group eagerly listened to the through sand and kept in a canister. H The First Blow. | the sacred cause of Anarchy. H To his surprise, he lexplained that they had been holding ;euegestion of Sotcher’s, throw the whole district into darkness j with sand. This, he aid, was to be hi violently. |ehake it! awful stuff!” they to the holy cause, | sata: w i going. Besides, ! anybody.” So, they turn anny 6, A “Traitors” Doom. tary martyr. . . . . . house wall. He was unhurt, but could Disorderly.” | castor ofl, Just a Wife (Her Diary) Edited by Janet Trevor. Copyright. 1916, by the Press Publishiag Oo, (The New York Breving World.) 1 \ , — By Roy L. | A 8 the rising thermometer and in-) | creasing ico bills reminded Mrs. Jarr that summer was at hand,| |she asked Mr. Jarr: “When are you) going to take your vacation?” | “Barly in September would be the| best time, I think,” replied Mr. Jarr.| “You might have consulted me,| @on't you think?” said Mrs. Jarr.| “Seeing I have all the details to at- “Why in the world didn’t you freere| tend to, such as packing the trunks her?" he fulminated. “Why did you,and getting the janitor to nail the tell her we'd go to her house? ‘The| windows and begging him to look out last time you saw the woman she in-| for suspicious characters in the halls sulted you, accused you of flirting with her husband. And now you let her make {t up to you.” “But, Ned, she apologized for that scene at Sandport,” I protested. “An: CHAPTER XXV. | UG. 2.—"Go to see ! WOMAN! \ Ned fairly exploded when I | told him of Mrs, Soames’s invitation to dinner. I hadn't expected to find him enthusiastic, but neither had I | supposed that he would be so bitterly THAT and to try our door a couple of times) a day. But here you go putting it off ‘until the autumn. And already I am 80 worn out I should have @ good rest now.” “Oh, I can change time with some- body at the office,” remarked Mr. Jarr. “In fact, Jenkins, the book- keeper, kicked because I asked for September. And Johnson, the cashier, who says it doesn't make any differ- ence to him, took the last two weeks in June. I can change with him.” couldn't refuse her invitation without being rude.” “Well, 1 can't go to her dinner,” he jdeclared, flatly. “There's 4 meoting| fof a medical society that evening which I must attend. You'll have to I'm afraid you've let yourself in for more disagreeable- ness, but you did it with your eyes) open.” I acquiesced meekly. Away from The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Zvening World), THE “RED COW” GROUP; By Arthur Morrison. ECAUSE they gathered nightly at the bar of the Red Cow public booze, they called themselves “The Red Cow Group.” were Anarchists. Their leadet was one Sotcher, a greasily, un- washed orator, who had recently come thither to tell them they were the salt of the earth and that they were ground down and plundered and obnoxious authorities could be blown up. process whereby a blend of nitric and sulphuric acid, mixed with glycer- ine, made one of the deadliest and simplest explosives known. blowing up the neighborhood gas house. “Tt's awful stuff,” he jabbered, his dirty face pale to the lips. You'll blow us all up tf you don't keep it till. ‘They carried him to the gas works, canister beside him and lighted the fuse. But, before lighting It, one of them ously divided the contents among themselves. which they touched off the fuse and left their victim to become an Involun- The Jarr Family Copyright, 1916, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), have a quostion I'd Ike to ask you.;Snooks disappeared in his private \9 0. Mrs. Soames's surprising cheerfulness, the new serenity and sweetness which jenveloped her, I felt less inclined to I _won- ‘dered, rather apprelensively, if the relgtions between herself and her hus- band were now so free from the old strain that one might really spend a | pleasant evening in their home. But I had given my word"to dine with them, This evening I kept the engagement and because the affair developed features which puzzle me @ bit I am going to write in my diary exactly what happened. Ned basn't yet returned from his meeting and I'm not a bit sleepy. Mr. and Mrs. Soames have a charm- ing apartment, on the Drive and really roomy. They greeted me most cordially, and expressed tho proper degree of regret for Ned's inability to be present. I have spoken of the chango » weeks wrought in Mra, Sounes, Gy seemed to me, even in tho first glance, that Mr. Soames had changed quite as much, although in a different way, It his wife appeared younger, hap: | plor; if the creases of worry and dis- content had been smoothed out of her face, he looked old, tired, chilled, |Yet Mrs. Soames had practically ad- mitted to me that she no longer che ished harsh feelings for his single act of unfaithfulne “Why is the atmosphere so gla- “How could I go the last two weeks | in June?" asked Mrs. Jarr. “I haven't a single thing ready for myself or the children.” “Where would you like to go this year?” asked Mr. Jarr. “Ob, what difference doss it make where I want to go?” was the reply. “Well, let's settle the time first and then we'll look over the field for @ good place,” suggested Mr, Jarr, “Oh, suit yourself,” sald Mrs. Jarr, “any time except September, That's all I say.” “July then?” asked Mr, Jarr. “July? How would I get away in resting sewing class for little girls, They begin with dolls’ clothes, you know, then progress to baby clothes and finally 1 expect to teach them to make thelr own things.” “Why don’t you have the little youngsters at the house, Celia?” Mr. Soumes intervened with something approaching real animation, “Give them an ice cream party. I'd come home early, and | think I might tind a five-dollar gold piece for each kid.” “The settlement will be glad of any contribution you care to make, Tom, Mrs. Soames told him, with benign sweetness. “But I've explained to you that it would be rather impossible to int clal?” I asked myself, as the dainty little dinner—I was the only guest— progressed from cou Mrs, Soames smiled husband and addressed him from time to time with some courteous commonplace, But he rarely raised his eyes to hers, and it was only when children became the topic of t]conyersation that he grew reilly ante you know Julia's | Soames asked me, nything of the ttlement?” Mrs, 1 have tye mogs © to course, | tar away, and they're busy little peo- | etly at her ple, with their school and their home \they're not quite up to Japanese \kalsomin on the nearest wall, have the children here, They live so duties, Besides—well, I'm afraid prints,” and she glanced at a splendid “You can find plenty of good ren- song for not having them if you don't want them,” Mr, Soames retorted, coldly, “L merely thought I'd like to to spend their day's pay on cheap They (Down with everybody who wasn't The Red Cow Group no longer exists. This is the tale of its downfall: “Wy are we pore?” Sotcher once thundered. trates an’ the p'lice! Make a clean sweep of ‘em! “Becos of the magis- Blow 'em up! Then Interested. Some one asked how the Sotcher glibly explained the formula. Sotcher explained that the explosive was of a yellowish and olly appearance, and should be filtered Gunno Polson, one of the group, en- nteered to get the materials and make the mixture. heteeosraersMie The next might, when Botcher arrived at the Ref Seer! & Cow, ho was in excellent spirits. fingled a fatrly large sum of money supplied to him by | certain Anarchistic chiefs, 1n reward for his success in Prmmmmnnnnn interesting the hitherto unresponsive slum-wellers in For, in his pockets found the rest of the Group already there. They @ meeting; and, acting on an earlier they had just voted to start the Social Revolution by This, they had decided, would and would frighten the police. | Gunno Polson then produced a canister of yellowish, olly fluid, mixed idden under.an edge of the gas house }eand ignited by means of a fuse. At eight of the explosive, Sotcher started “Don't sich It's—t Polson réduced him to helpless panio by gravely announcing that @ | unanimous vote had elected Sotcher himself to the honor of placing the ex- plosive and lighting the fuse. It would probably mean death to the leader, Polson added, but it would be a glorious always told them a true Anarchist should be gind to die. ‘The terrified Sotcher tried to bolt. They caught and tied him. Their demeanor toward their leader underwent a sudden change. His cowardice, sald, seemed to indicate he was a police spy. And, now, he must meet | the death he had told them should always be dealt out mercilessly to traitors death, a death such as Sotcher had tied him to the ground there, put the “You won't ‘ave no use for money where you're it'd be blown to bits, an’ be no use to ed his pockets Inside out, and foy- After At dawn a passing policeman found Sotcher Iying bounce beside the gan give no clear account of his presence there, Ho, as he smelled of gin, he was arrested on a charge of “Drunk end On the ground beside him was found a large canister—full of sand an@ } Take away from mankind their vanity and their ambition, and there would be but few claiming to be heroes or patriots.—SENECA McCardell —— July?" replied Mrs, Jarr, “Mra. Hickett knows of a woman who sews by the day who ts especially good on children’s clothes, but she's engaged up till August.” “She's lucky to have so much work ahead,” said Mr. Jarr. “Oh, she's going to take a vacation, mind you!" replied Mrs, Jarr, “I was talking to her. She has a married daughter In the country and she's” going up there to visit her first for a month. A month! Think of that! | And we're lucky if we can get away for two weeks. vome people!” “Well, what time do you think best?” asked Mr. Jarr, not wishing to discuss the presumption of some people. “I've got to make arrange- ments about the time before the others at the office settle for sure what time they get away.” “Oh, all our plans are subject to the conventence of others, are they?” cried Mrs, Jarr. “I'm sure your posl- tion down at that old office must be a fine one when the office boys and ship- Ping clerks are considered first and you have to ask their pleasure and beg them to permit you to get away. Well, 1t's as I have always sald. You will make free with people, and when you get familiar with them they, of course, have no respect for you.” “What would you suggest?” asked Mr. Jarr, “Should I be cold and dis- tant in my office relations, or should I be calm but condescending?” “You should be anything rather than ‘hail-fellow-well-met,'” replied Mrs. Jarr, ‘But what I want to know is, are we going any place this sum- mer or are we not?” “That's what I was trying to find out," said Mr, Jarr, “Just at present it doesn't look as though we were getting anywhere,” “I suppose not,” replied Mrs. Jarr. “You permit yourself to be placed at a disadvantage and let everybody else be considered first down there at your office, Well, I'm glad 1 know it. Though I suppose we will all die of heat in this awful city,” “When do you want to go?” asked Mr, Jarr firmly, “Let's get that fixed.” “You know as well as I do that [ couldn't go till I get some eummer clothes and the children get some summer cloth “When will The presumption of that be?” asked Mr, Ji long about Thanksgiving time, it looks to me!" was the reply, ‘out seo how @ child would look in this pluce—among your Japanese prints,” maybe in September!" _ .. 4 sssstinteaaed wy iwryy