The evening world. Newspaper, August 24, 1917, Page 8

| oe | ; i ie he © te keep its * mission power to act more quickly and directly for the relief \. Phere are three kinds of fools. hy JOR) PULTE -—eeaauapalis (RA AS pe wry, FUUTOOR Preven pS Re NUR RNAS Freeeerer cu PULITIOR fy. Reeretery, ad si the Pot-<itiine et New York as Geenné-Cless Malin. Teramae pony, Mee a + ’ ot ent the Continent on L Coumtriee ty the Intermetions nen, 1400 One Tour ~~ te One Month : A HALF-WAY MEASURE. KS to the compelling power of public interest in the etfonger Food Control legislation demanded by The Evening World the Food Bill passed by the Assembly this morning shows « ight improvement over the complicated, tepe-bound measure which @empromive with the food speculators and with # short-sighted element @mong the farmers would foist upon the State. As amended, the bill no longer includes the section which would permit milk distributing corporations to combine, without guarantee @f benefit to either producers or consumers of milk. The Evening World gave prompt warning of the danger in this clause. The clause wes dropped. It now appears, however, that amendments giving a Food Com- of the Public could not be carried , Under the provisions of the bill as now framed it would still take 98 long to put a stop to the practices of a speculator engaged in hoard- fing foodstuffs with a view to extorting extra and unearned profits the public as it has to compel the B, R. T, to put in operation two hundred and fifty new cars which the Public Service Com-| mission ordered it to buy. Terminal markets, so far as this wordy measure would hasten their establishment, might be expected in New York about the time the new Court House is finished. Despite all efforts to strengthen it, this compromise Food Bill, Which the Assembly sat up all night to pass, still takes only « half grip; Tt-does not provide the regulation needed to carry out with full effect the Federal food programme. It is not the Food Control legislation te which the State of New York is entitled. eiemeneemenf ieee pbeneenajenne TOO BIG TO BE SHELVED. y ee CANDIDATE who maintains that the iss of patriotism has no place in the municipal campaign had better be induced to take a walk to the top of a hill whence ‘be can seq 2 little more of what is going on. It is among city populations including millions of voters that most dangerous to the nation in the present crisis finds| favorite soil. New York does not have to be told that pacifists, pro-Germans, Anarchists, work-haters, malcontents of all sorts are fast now constantly striving to inject their pernicious anti-American Poisons into the life of this great city. They plot in secret places. They preach sedition until they are oy from their soap boxes. And they may be counted on to lay of any civic or political issue under cover of which they can armue their cowardly and treasonable purposes. ‘ Can « municipal campaign ignore these sinister forces on the Pies that it has no concern with patriotism? Can any faction in municipal politics afford to let itself be used by persons scheming to undermine the nation’s fighting strength? Can any municipal candidate risk even a policy of silence toward Yeoal influences notoriously unpatriotic and seditious? Only yesterday it was reported from Petrograd that Russian Gocialists and Anarchists FROM NEW YORK had become leading figures in the fight to down Kerensky, overthrow the present Russian Government and sue for separate peace. ‘ Is that a kind of product for the City of New York to contribute fe.the Russian cause and to the eause of civilization at this hour of erisis? Socialists of such a stamp are destroyers, pure and simple. In the midst of terrible destruction they search for what is left to pull ‘down. Or, if they see some structure rising by dint of painful effort m the ruins, they overturn it. It is not disintegrating forces of Anardiy and disruptive Social- fem that New York would wish to turn loose on the world at such & moment, Nor would it willingly shelter any part of the cowardice ee of the stealthy hostility which seek to weaken this nation at a when it needs every ounce of its stri ing power, With its vast population of mixed racial elements and differing Grades of intelligence the cify must continue to find it no easy task Americanism untainted by insidious plots and propaganda, ‘ But while the country continues at war, so long as the Stars and Stripes float over the City Hall, New York could have no use for a municipal administration which did not regard loyalty and patriotism among the city’s millions as of paramount importance, or which would not pledge itself to guard, strengthen and spread that patriotism by @very means at its command. —— Letters ‘The American & Pe Ge Editor of The Brew Your editorial regs From the People emblem with thetr @ soldier eagio? Cid ied ai Hats off i three cheers for the @atistaction of our American soldiers | ‘rican Eagleta over being called “Sammies" greatly CONSTANT READER. fate ‘sted me, because when I first Thoraday. To the EAitor of The Evening World: Weag the name it struck me as being! “Kindly inform me on what ey @ misnomer. the week in the year 1852 did C 2 c 5 Mf they must have a nickname, why | 4s Day fall? READER’ mot make uso of a reul embiem of Yea! Two Years; No. the United States, one honored by all Americans, the American cagie, end call them the “Eaglets.” We have. our gold eagle, double eagle, belt and quarter eagie in’ our ‘To the Editor of The Evening World: Would lke to know if residents of the U, A. with first citizenship papers are subject to the military aft. 1 am twenty-two yours old ad have my intention mad » long will it ¢ ye @urrency, mighty acceptable the) ,<! * ake to get final papers? Moria over, and our armies carry the | 8" = 8 Shem the same day Lapply? f i ’ . oer —| Hits From Sharp Wits The feerm fool, disguised as a perfectly @tiefied man. The fool who ts con- ecious of his folly, but doesn't think are. Then there is the fool who WAconscious of his little peculiar He is the man who is too good for patriots to the end |~"Poledo Blade, Ab Bele: Saye, ba: 6 Que who ts readiest to call ot shirkers usually isnt. ‘dome “ects | Kimself.-Albany Journal. Th Im a portion of a cemetery on the outekl e 7 five, Why then insist, on bia] gene Guess vita ye, Veetable gar. x ello i #0?~Milwaukee News be (aafe, at nicht, anywaye-Phlia- for this country’s entry in the (aan eae there ure many prominent clt!- Going to law teach ) who might have been mjatKken Silwatccn wrens, oret of experience.—-Milwaukee News. Wine Place for Jealousy in a Heart Where Love Reigns It May Be a Proof of Passion, but It Is a Denial of Real Affection, Says Wri ter Who Warns Against This “Foe of Married Happiness. By Marguerite Mooers Marshall Coprrigit, 1017, by The Prew EFORE H. G. Wells began writ- ing about “The Soul of «@ Bishop” and other things im- mortal he directed the barrage fire of @ weries of bril- Mant, impassioned novels upon that supreme ‘mortal mistake—jealousy. All women should be the allies of es Mr. Wells in his LY PSHE pattie with the be- ef that jealousy is an integral and even admirable part of love, for many women suffer and some sin because of just that bellef. The unwritten reason for nine d! vorces out of ten is jealousy, It 1s the core of the crime of passion that now and again makes of a home a misshapen Bel#ian ruin. And jeal- ousy, like bolling lava, underlies many a smooth crust of apparently successful marriage In this country, at least, jealousy t# primarily a woman's trait, The American male has a certain largo faith in the loyalty of the ruler of his heart, a certain large contempt for tricking and trapping her, Pos- sibly this ts because his imagina- tion halts at the idea of a man more fascinating than himself. Neverthe- less, even when the existence of such ‘a person is proved to him, he shows himself a good loser, In the game of love it ts the woman | Eve HB present war, by reason of the great number of nations caugnt in {ts turmoll, has the widest array of battle songs of any war ever recorded in history, but there has} never been an international struggle or a civil conflict that has not had its progress recorded in song. “Yankee Doodle,” for instance, war originally sung in derision by tne British troops at the time of the Revolution, It was not long, how- ever, before the Americans declared | that they had made the Bri dance to ‘Yankee Doodle,’ and from that time on the troops under George! Washington considered the song theirs, The Mexican War brought many songs in its train, one of which still is used as a farewell of goldin; ery War Can Be Trace Go, (‘The New York Drening World), who is wretchedly unable to endure defeat, Then why should she antici- pate and accelerate it? The jealous woman almost invaria- bly ends by creating cause for her Jealousy. The woman who spies op her husband, who reads his letters, who calls at his office unexpectedly, who sets any one of the thousand transparent snares for deceivers— what is whe but a continually em- phasized suggestion of the faithless- pects’? “If I've got the ell have the gam plorable, reaction: “Even in my morbidly introspective moments,” a wise young woman con- fided toy me, “I never let mywelf dream that the man I love ts in love with some otber woman. I suppose I'm frighttully conceited, but it just never slips over my horizon that some one else can be more to Jack than I, Our togetherness is inde- scribably vital and complete, in body mind and heart. I trust Jack, of course, but also I trust myself, my own allure, I have neither the cow- ardice nor the humility to be Jealous.” “And if he unmistakably stopped caring?” I asked curiously, “I'd be so busy despising myself as an incompetept failure that I'd have no time to be jealous!" she flashed. Jealousy hasn't a pragmatic leg to stand on, As formaldehyde for a man's love it is absolutely useless. The woma@® who tortures herself with it simply stains the shining garment of her own devotion, For, in the first place, she dis- trusts the man she loves. If love means anything at all it means the overthrow of the defenses of pride, reserve, and smiling cynictam with which ‘one must face most human those of yesterday with “The Girl I Left Be! ce." ind M bh story of the "Star Spangled and, indeed, its very words, it a part of the War of 1812, as tonal anthem, while the &@ musical history which ioroe a at nant built about “Dixie,” “Maryland, My Mar, x and “Yankee Doodle,” . aii Sometimes these war songs become real National anthems, and sometimes the tune of the National Anthem 1a made to fit topical words, but in every instance each phase of a war has its particular song that is sung and whistled till it ts implanted forever in the hearts of the men who fight and those who walt at home. Usually the tune ia a swinging march, that the men can alng as they advance, but sometimes It Is a haunt- ing melody whose sentimental quality leaving for the front, and the young people of to-day are as famillar aw makes it appeal to the man who is nearer to death than to home, | dim the quality if beings if one is to escape hurt. The jealous woman who “trusts her bus- nd as far as she can see him” gives ret the quantity of affection she b..ows on any casual woman friend. Again, the woman dominated by jealousy commits hari-kari on what- ever sense of honor she may chance to possess. She is like any spy, whose sin consists in being found out. She will lie, cheat ‘or eavesdrop without compunction, for jealousy is Pee if not nelf-justificatory, To distrustfulness and dishonor she adds disobedience of the ultimate of law of love. She thinks first, last and all ty. time of self. Yet ideal passion inst{fctively must sacrifice its own satisfaction to the happiness of the loved object. Not infrequently a woman feels this passion for her child. Why not for her lover? The answer is that most of us are uo- skilful amateurs in the supremely difficult art of loving. Do you remember Frank Stockton's fictional impasse, “The Lady or the Tiger?" Cleverly he left unsolved the fate of the hero-lover of the Princess, whom she might send either to the arms of a beautiful ‘woman or to a tiger’s jaws. But every woman who really has loved knows the answer. If the Princess cared for him whose life depended on her she gave him that life to enjoy with her rival. Was she jealous— therefore unloving—she yielded the man of her whim to nothing but death, It I were a man I should prefer @ death struggle with a tiger to a life- time with a jealous princess. Jeal- ousy may be a proof of passion, but tt is a denial of love: Friday, Ate coe Augast Mother Goose War-Time By Helen Rowland Core WHT te Pe Pree Povmmng Om UN SEKVATION And yet An caliees dy Ane Cw boL point érives we med 24, 1917 Tee Se Toe bowing Bre “e tee it's net wo bed beeps flesh How é008 your war garden grow? With weeds and stones and liberty losba, Ané porate bugs ali ino Jack Bprett conserves on fats, Hie wife conserves on wheat, And 00, betwiat the two, ‘They ecaresiy ever eat. 1 love little Pacife Re ts so warm! An4, if be wea fight, then he'll come to no harm. | | | He'll ott by the Gre and board up his food, | And bis conscience won't burt him, because he's so good! | Little Miss Muffet sat on « tuffet, When a slacker espied her, t The maid ts Lucile of those gcientifical ginks who try to depress a with their knowledge of the marvel of this old inundated sphere?” asked ile the Waitress of the Friendly Patron, as he spread his napkin on his knee. “Yes, indeed,” he replied. “But you never tried to serve one with custard pie and @ glass of cowa pura, I'll bet you. Of course you ain't. What am I thinking of? Well, I had to do it this morning and, be- lieve mo, it wasn't nothing like a cinch. No sooner does he get his seat than he looks at me and says: ‘Do you ever study the skies?’ “Now I think be means those feet- | leds that the Canadians scoot | around on in the winter up in | Fargo, 90 I just says: ‘No, I don't For aso mean that, he says, ‘T mean are you familiar with Luna? | «enot this year I tell him. T | naven't been to Coney Island since mer.’ aay eke little girl,’ he says with \afrected gentility in his verbosity, ‘I ;mean the moon, Didn't you know her name was Luna? ‘No,’ I says ‘Does she know it?’ @ gives a laugh. ‘The moon ts known scientifically as Luna,’ he says. ‘Lunatics are supposed to go crazy from looking at the moon.’ “what do you know about the moon?’ I ask. ‘Why, I study ber with a pert- ye every night. “Oh, so you been Idking at the py you ever run across one The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardell | Copyright, 1917, by the Pree Publishing Oo, (The New York Brening World.) AVB we anything in the house?” asked Mrs. Jarr. “Jack Silver will be here this evening—he'll be here every eve- nh the Cackleberry girls are visit- ing us;s#o will Capt. Tynnefoyle, Have you any cigars?" “No, I haven't any cigars,” said Mr, Jarr, “Let them bring their own cigars. Silver smokes better on than I do; and as for Tynnefoyle, he's a sponge!” “Where's your hospitality? That's a nice way to talk, I'm sure,” said Mrs, Jarr, “Let ‘em buy thetr own cigars,” grumbled Mr. Jarr. “Since cabbages, onions, cigars and other vegetables have gone up so in price I smoke a pipe. If Jack Silver and Capt. Tynne- foyle want cigars let them send out and buy a box. I need a little petting * said Jarr, “There was a sale of Mrs. cigars to-day at one of the depart- ment stores—'La Helle Senoritas,’ they were called, 1 remember dis- tinctly, because the price was only 69 cents a box, and there was a pic- ture of a Cuban dancing girl on the ld, almost pretty enough to »e framed. It all goes to show what men know about cigars, for I saw @ man pay $6 @ box for cigars not near as big, and the picture of one of the ugliest old men on the box that I imported ‘Henry Clays," said Mr, Jarr, “I know Hen- ry's countenance would never do for a magazine cover, but Henry Clays are good cigars.” “Well, we will have something to entertain the girls’ beaux,” remarked Mre. Jarr. “So far as I am con. ‘ cerned, I wouldn't pay five dollars a box for cigars for any man, when I could get cigars with a much more attractive picture on them for much less money; but we should have cluret lemonade, or something. It makes an unmarried man realize that he could have such home comforts if he only wouldn't be selfish and stay single, Still, what thanks will I get if both Cackleberry girls marry right out of my house?” “I don't know anything much about Capt. Tynnefoyle. He's sappy enough to marry even one of the young moun- tain Honesses that are visiting us, especially now that he wants soimo- body dependent on him—and, come to think of it, Jack Silver isn’t anxi- ous to go to war either.” “Yes, you never can tell what will happen. I'd like to see them both married—not the Cackleberry girls, but those two men,” replied Mrs, Jarr, “You remember my mother’s uncle, Wesley?” Mr. Jarr said he didn't remember her mother’s uncle, Wesley, he was glad to say. “Well,” Mrs, Jarr went on, “moth- er’s uncle, Wesley, was the family's confirmed bachelor. The family didn't want him to marry, because he had lots of money, and we knew if any woman did marry him she'd bee our family never got a cent. Well, he went to the World's Fair in Chi- cago in 1893, and coming into De- troit he raleed a stuck car window for a fat widow, She suspected ne had money and was travelling unprotoct- ed, so she let the window fall on her finger and smashed it, and when he helped her off the train she got him into a hack and kept It driving around the street while she went from one faint into another, and when sho had Uncle Wesley all be- wildered she drove him right to a minister and married him, She then continued on to Chicago with him and took @ furnished house on Mich!- gan Avenue, and sent a telegram to her married son and daughter in and meet their new father, “And, what do you think? Al- though it was a twelve-room house and mamma went on at once and Cousin Emma, they weren't as much as allowed to put tReir nose inside of Uncle Wesley's house, and all the time mamma and Cousin Emma were at the fair they had to pay their board at a family hotel on Blue Island Avenue!” “Well, I care not what happens to that imitation soldier, Capt. Tynne- foyle, but may fortune forfend that my old pal Jack Silver, hardened bachelor as he ts, and therefore be- yond the pale of pity, meet with such a fate," remarked Mr, Jarr, “So spare him,” “My gracious! How you talk!" erled Mrs, Jarr. “To hear you, any one would think I was a professioaal matchmaker, Still, I will say that it is high time he was married, ana Capt. Tynnefoyle, toot" “Even to the Cackleberry girls?’ asked Mr, Jarr, “Have a heart!" ‘It would serve both those men right,” said Mys, Jarr. “And I say it, although 1t Means nothing to me except the expense of wedding presents, which I can ill afford at this time, and evon if It were dia- monds and rubles, those ungrateful Cackleberry girls would both say ‘I wonder if she got them at the 6 and 10-cent store?’ ” But she said, “Oh, run bo: | Father's at the conference talkt: | Mother's in the beauty parlor pullipg out her eyebrows, Copyright, 1017, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York iovening World), Cleveland to come on and visit .hor| A-knitting some war-thing or other, 4 eat down beside Ler, to your mother!” r with nighbrows, in the war-garden, turning on the hose, If she steps om the RADISH they will kill ber, | suppose! Mary bad a little lamb, Some salad and souffle, | But not @ single piece of bread— ‘Twas Mary's wheatiess day! THE DRAFT DODGER. To chapel, to chapel, to marry a maid! Home again, home again—NOW who's afraid? the Waitress By Bide Dudley moon, eh? I says. ‘Well, that aoe counts for your mental disportation? Weill sir, you should ‘a’ seen bim, He gets mad. ‘Gimme custard ple, he gays. ‘I didn't come in here ta be insulted.” “*You're oe to be insulted when I ban you your pile,’ I tell him, “Whew, but it's some sole leatuer!’ ’ 1 says, ‘and Lily, the tow head at the ple counter, ped on it, if my information @ misfit.’ vith no more ado about nothing ¥ © to the ple counter and flubby back with his ple, ‘And now, which would you sug west I take—mik or water?" he say Order milk and you'll get Doth Ana th “An at's no lief says a bew whiskered man next to him. He had Just decimated a glass of the fluid. “I give him one look, ‘The next time you dine,’ I says to Old Whisk. ers, ‘I presume you'll go to the Wal dort-Astoria. I hear old Mr. Astor keeps a private cow for the guests.’ “They both of ‘em close up and don't say anything for five minutes. I go to the kitchenette and when I return the Luna man had his tema perament back and is smiling. “"T just thought I'd tell you,’ he says, ‘that the moon 1s not nearly @0 large as the sun and that it ehines by reflected light.’ ““Thanks!’ I says: ‘Now I can rest easy. That subject has been bother< ing me for a long time,’ “As he gets up to go he asks: ‘Can you tell me where to get a shine?’ “Sure!’ I says, ut he goes frowning a doesn't leave me any tip, neith Now, what do you know about that wink?” seemed to think he knew a lot about the moon, didn’t he?” “He sure did. But listen! If I want to find out about it I can asic my coualn, He ought to know.” cause,” concluded Lucile, “his me's Mooney.” ‘How to Make Poison _ Bottles Safe HOUSANDS of persons lose thetr lives every year by unintentlon- ally swallowing some form of poison, belleving it to be medicine, Most of these accidents take place at night, when the victim rises in the dark, gropes for a bottle, and then swallows part of the contents without being cegtain that he has the ri bottle. a) bai A New Jersey oman has just come forward with a device that should do away with this particular danger. She proposes that all corks of poison bottles be made with a tiny cross of metal extending out of the top of the cork, This cross would have sharp points, and the person coming upon it in the dark would get his fingers pricked. If anything can do away with the polson bottle danger, this remedy should. It would be a simple matter for every one having such bots tles in his home to make a tiny cross of the kind described and fasten it to the corks of the dangerous bots tles. ie first eruption of Vesuvius of which there Is any record took place on Alig. 24, in the year 73, It was this eruption which over- whelmed the towns of Pompeii and Herculaneum. The younger Plin described that territte Catastrophe te two letters to Tacitus, The great le of Cree fought on thi. In 1944, if Mh here that Ei ® Black Prince gained honor. blind King of the Bohemians Was slain and the ormac ments on bis sword were ado the coat of arms of the Pri Wales, the coat of arms being three ostrich feathers with the words “eb Dien.” It was at this battle also that cannon Were used for the first time in history, t ’ ih