The evening world. Newspaper, December 21, 1917, Page 22

[ewiromial PAGE PATAWLANTED WY JONERT PULTE Pemmaes Dany Reve Bupter by she Proce Bubiishing Company, How 6s Katered at the Poet-Orriee st New Tork 44 Gecond- Clase Maiinr, anes ‘omtel 40, One Month and ne farnatione: MERE OF THE ASSOCIATED PHmne, le ESET ae tis NT sett aE let Ee tad Se? eee 7 year draws to a close the Imperial German Government behind ite mask of arrogance appears impelled by some force bigger than itaglf to telk once more of peace terms, What Washington has thus far heard of those terms offers scant promise that the Allies can consider them. Nevertheless what Ger- many aske first is by no means necessarily what Germany will ask finally. As reported from neutral diplomatic sources, much of what the German Government means to propose now need be regarded only as the kind of specific “{feeler” that Government has put ont before—designed only to test from time to time the degree of the résistance such proposals are bound to encounter in Allied nations, But why these repeated tests unless the Imperial German Gov- ernment feels the increasing hopelessness of carrying through a bluff that deceives less and Jess a burdened, war-worn German people? Any “feeler” Germany puts out this Christmas will fetch up short and hard against Allied purpose defined and declared four-square by 1466 One Year... 916.49 ed NO, 20,676 PEACE TERMS. ERE may be deep significance, after all, in the fact that as the Loyd George in the House of Commons yesterday: ‘We must have reparation. We must have security from Ger- | many for future world’s peace. One guarantee for such a world’s peace must be the destruction of her military power. Another must be the democratization of the German Govern: ment. If Prussianism felt a strong, united Germany behind it would it talk so much of terms? That it does talk of them, though in the | Prussian way, shows that it gets little comfort from events outside) the German Empire. Who knows what ominous crackings it hears| within? : aa On HOW HOUSEWIVES CAN HELP. | ONSUMERS have been told they must do their part in the cam- paign against profiteers among retail food dealers. { The Evening World offers a practical answer to the| question: How? On another page of this newspaper will be found a table in’ which are printed the fair current retail prices the Food Board says retail dealers should charge for certain common articles of food. Parallel with the lists will be found a blank column, In this column , The Evening World invites members of its Housewives’ Protective Association to note down prices they have paid which exceed those, suggested by the Food Board. They can then write the name and address of the dealer and the name and address of the association member in the blank spaces provided for the purpose, cut out the table and mail it to the Food Price Editor of The Evening World. The Evening World guarantees the utmost care and fairness in using price data thus submitted. : Obviously the work of the Food Board investigators can be} immensely broadened and quickened if consumers will take an active interest in locating the food profiteers and putting them in a class distinct from honest dealers, The latter have declared their readiness to co-operate with food edministrators in rounding up retailers whose policy is to gouge the public. Consumers can help themselves and the honest food dealer as well by conscientious study and comparison of current food prices, The Evening World urges the members of its Housewives’ Pro- teetive Association to seize the opportunity it offers and hasten to midke themselves active, efficient forces in a combined drive to rout the profiteers. ee 6 “WHATEVER PICKINGS MAY SEEM PROPi:.” “Between ourselves it is simply @ case of legalizing the rebate which the packers have insisted on obtaining as they state they contribute 75 per cent. of the earnings | of the company and are entitled to a portion of the plunder. In the past this has been paid by giving them large blocks of stock or payments in cash; hereafter they i take whatever pickings may seem proper to | them.’ The adove ts fag of the Chicago Junction Railway. That ratiway is only | ene of the soores of interests—stockyards, carriers, terminals, danke, not to speak of the Nation-wide distribution of fish, vegetables, poultry, dairy-produce, leather cattle feed, &.— which the Federal Trade Commission ts prepared to show have been under the complete domination of the big Chicago packing concerns. Between wholesale plundering at the top and the raids of the retail food profiteer at the bottom what wonder the Amert- can consumer has nearly reached the limit of endurance! Letters From the Peo le Please Umit communications to 150 words, P Blames B. KR. T. for Lost Time. To the Kaitor of The Evening World: Wil you kindly print this letter in extra large type #o that the officials of the B. R. T, will be sure to eee it? For the past eight months, the time 1 have been an employee in the Brook- lyn, Navy Yard, @ave had the good fortune of being on time for one full week. The B. R. T. has been the cause of 95 per cent. of this loss. Sel- dom, if ever, have I made immediate connections with either the Graham or Flushing Avenue cars upon leaving the subway, which runs true to its schedule. Some mornings it Is neces. sary to walt ten minutes for a oar &nd then they come six or seven to- gether, But by then we are already late, Other mornings one car on is like attractive time, but it cannot carry all of toe Apparel unless they are old maida. | WhO are anxious to get aboard. There This letter was written because 1/18 & wild scramble for @ place i> feel that Staten Ieland girls should | stand. hot be used as an example of warn-| Every time I reached my work late we other giris in other towns and !t meant that { lost three hours, A STATEN 1GLANDER, *ae from @ broker's letter referring to the financ I read in The Evening World how elaborately our young girls of Staten Toland dress in going to business, and that they had been stopped by « Holicewoman and told that their wear- foe apparel was too appealing. It seems a pity that Staten Island girls! should be held up by this police- Woman, I believe that whoever this individual is, she has never seen Fifth Ayvenye or Broadway, New York. If a «irl desires to wear a° green, red, white or yellow hat and she pays for it, who has ter right to wear} it? Furs are ni ry in winter, and any working girl who is fortunate enough to have a set has a right to Wear them, because I know of no law yet that can prevent her ~All wind | I'm writing to my folks, Go ‘way, | Evening World Camp Comedies By Alma Woodward Coprright, 1911, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World.) THE REASON WHY SOENE: Camp Devens. TIME: Evening. (The barracks room ts empty save for @ lone figure sitting at a long tadle, several large sheets of paper be fore him, a fountain ven voised grace- fully adove them, Outeide there are sounds of revelry and campfire costa) (@T1 KING his bead through the) ¥ ‘when're you going to star doorway)—What're doing, Bilt} B (decisively)—Leginning now! D (disappearing through door)— B (quletly)—Writing to my| gong. 1 certainly take my bat off to — for strength of will. (Soon, added to the strains of “Chew Your Chow Right Cheertly” there arises an aroma of slzsilug cheese, than which pothing, ig more talisingly appetizing. iy iow— at paper—shakes then writes viciously.) 101 minute later)—Here he ie! Here's Bill! Changed rar mind, didn't you, Bo? Didn't write to your folks, did you? B (savagely)—Yeh, I did! (And this is what he -wrote—so lengthily, go chattily: “Dear Folks, Iam well. Hope you are the same. folks. A (urgently)—Aw, come on out and sing—write to your folks to-morrow night. B (firmly)—Nope. Been saying that for a week. Going to write now—a) long, chatty letter, too. Go ‘way! A (disappointed)—All right—if you're that keen on it—o ahead. S'long! (Bi) tries to think of @ gracious, homey introductory phrase. A vio- tim of concentration, he sticks his fountain pen in his mouth, giving a sort of huckleberry ple aftermath). C (Gust eas Bill ts settied again)— Hey, Bill! Hey, Bill! Where are yout | What's the second verse of “Chew Your Chow Right Cheerily’? You know it. B (in disgust)—Aw, leave me alone. | cake, Bill, * Parents take notice: This is the reason why! can't yuh? | A “WHOLEGALE PROFITEER.” © (much concerned)—What'a the | DOLLAR a ‘head had been prom- matter? Are you sick, or what? | feed to Mike, an Irish dragoon, B (indignantly)—No, I'm not sick! sar orery Gorman be eaptared, Do you gotta be sick to write to your | Daybreak one morning in a front Kne folka? Haven't you got any heart or| trench somewhere in Vrance Mike anything? C (making @ quick getaway)—Say, | listen! I'm not looking for @ heart- to-heart talk on home and mother, 1 want the second verse of “Chew Your Chow Right Cheerily.” (When he's gone Bill looks at the ceiling. Then he looks at the floor, Then be arranges the notepaper neat. ly, Then he tests the pen. Then he clears his throat. Then he starts to whistle “Throw Out the Lifeline.” ‘Then he lapses into semi-coma, star- ing straight abead), D (rushing tn @ minute later)—say, Bill, some one's sneaked a flock of obeese in and Andy's going to make a Welsh rarebit over the fire in that German helmet that Ted brought down, and—— B (defiantly) don't want any Welsh rarebit—I'm writing ta my tolke! | D (blankly)—Well, burry up end finish it—you sure ain't going to let & Welsh rarebit slip by without put. ting in a bid, are you? B (grimly)—-Yos, I am. 1 sala I was going to write to my folks and I am—and you ain't going to stop me-—song OF No song, cheese or no cheese, sleep or no——~ Frange’ and glory finally led D (looking over bis ehoulder)— him toa recruiting office. The license Why, you bavea't written @ word tag on his Cup Was suMicisnt to while Pat, No. 2 in bis squad, was watching over the top. There ‘was a eign of movement in the Ger- man lines, and Pat jabbed Mike with his rifle to arouse him. “Wake up, me man, they're com- ion! houted Pat, bbing his yeu. bbe rake K rmans, to be sure, Wake vp! “How many of With a quick nce toward the en- emy trench, Pat shouted: “More than a million!" “More than a million,” Mike. made.” HE WAS SHOCK-PROOF. IDB DUDLEY can't fix the credit for thia one, but it's worth re- telling. Pat and Mike were in a front Hae trench which had been under con- tinuous bombardment fifteen hours. Suddenly Mike jumped op, bed Pat and shouted above the shriek of the bursting shel “For heaven's sake, Pat, scare me, I got th. hiccoughs, PREFERRED SOMETHING TO STAND ON, ’ ASTUS. was a colored chauffeur. Visions of khaki, puttees, rifle, jem are there?” replied “Thank heaven; me fortune’s ll sniffs | pen | Was anatobing @ wink or two of sleep. | w, coming?” responded Mike, | RTE ena Copyright “ce EE whis!" ald Poppie, the | G Ship. « Clerk. “I soe by the papers that a rich Colorado man is being sued for breach of promise and also that he te suing the girl on the same grounds. That makes a funny aituation, doesn't it?" “T'd say it made a pair of breaches, Bobbie, the Office Boy. “It sounds phoney to me,” said Miss Primm, Private Secretary to the ' | “Thanks!” sald Bobbie, it funny, too, Miss Primm turned on him highly indignant, “I said the report sounded phoney,” she snapped. “As for your alleged joke it was about as funny as |a toothache.” | “Oh, let's not Jaw about toothaches and such things,” suggested Miss “T thought Don’t Sort, the soap and chocolates Till1e, the Blonde Stenographer. | “And as for your feeble effort at ‘pumor, my dear,” returned Miss | Good War Stories of the Day | Evening World Readers Are Invited to Contribute prompt the recruiting sergeant to suggest that he go into the aviation branch of the service. out hesitatios “Why not?” ked the officer, “T done aviate once with a Cap- in one of dem flying machines, jot two miles in the air when the engine done stopped. Every min- ute I ‘spected him to ‘0, siree, I'm going to stay close to the ground,” HE HAD TO GO “SHOPPING,” AT walked proudly into his regt- mental billet wearing a Prus- ian helmet. Fellow troopers jumped to their feet with questions ‘as to how it bad come into his pos. seasion. “T had to kill a bundred Germans before I got it,” answered Pat. “Why a hundred?” asked a dosen of his hearers in chorus. “Why,” replied Pat, “I bad to kill a hundred before 1 got # helmet to ar me!” HE'D HAVE TO DRAG IT! COLORED boy in St, Louty when applying for enlistment was asked by the recruiting of- ficer which branch of the service he preferred, cavalry or infantry, “What's the difference, boss?” he asked in bewtlderment, Weil," replied the officer sv: iop. ously, “cavalry ride horses, “In. fantry go afoot,” ‘The colored boy hesitated a second and answered decisively: “| want to be infantry, “why Infantry ked the officer amusedly. 's like this, Boss,” answered the boy, “when T runs I don't waat to be bothered by a0 Boxee.” pe Daily Magazine or soi.ething iike that,” came from “No, siree, answered Rastus with. | ke dis’ car. | By JH. Cassel The Office Force By Bide Dudley by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Wrening World.) |Primu, “it merely emphasizes the fac that you're v..y silly.” “Well, I should say so,” chuckled Bobbie. The Blonde swang chair, “Listen, you iit spouted at the boy. | fred if you insult me again.” Miss Primm smiled at Bobbie. |“Bobble is very necessary around here," she said. “Now and then his remarks are words of real wisdom.” | “Oh, 18 that so?” snapped the ‘ound in her Tu have you - Blonde, “You ought to know wisdom, all right. It comes with years.” “Well, I should say 60," came from | Bobbie, “That will do, you sawed-off ‘chump!" Miss Primm said, frowning deeply at the boy. kicked out of here | “Bobble is very necessary around there,” chuckled Miss Tillie, now wear- jing 4 smile, “Oh, for the love of Mike!” said Popple, “Let's try to be pleasant to- day, Did you people know that women have taken up the work of |sbovelling snow?” | “No; the BoOekeeper. “Whaé won't they be doing next?” asked Miss Primm. “Don't ask me, my dear,” sang out Bobbie, dly refrain from calling me ‘ny snapped the Private Secre- don't like it.” ( be it's be you ain't used to the boy suggested, She was about to reply when Mr. |Snooks, the Boss, came tn, Address- jing M Primm, he sald good na- turedly: “You look disturbed, my dear, Why?" és, | “I have @ slight headache,” she re 1 You ought to be | dea: ti y. that will pass away,” said the | Boss, as he continued on his way, disappearing in bis private office. | |“Na Pooh"—"Nothing doing.” Prob- ably derived from the French “Il Niet Nepperciingliah soldier's slang tor nC "0.—Non-commissioned officer. | Nine int-Two—A howitzer that |. fires @ shell 9.2 inches in diameter, No Man's Land—The shell-battered space between opposing trenches, |Nuage De Gaz—A gas cloud, Ot: Oberleutnant—German first leuten- ant | colonel, | “artillery officer observes the effect 19% his own gun Bre. . C.——Offlcer coms ; Sotobriete ca Russian political party of conservative tendencies, which | supported the !mperial mantfesto | ' t. 80, 1905, “on Los” Aural. Lee Boches!” | “We'll get them, the Boches! r cry_of the French soldiers. A | wa ‘op—-Out of the trenches tn Over the Top amous phrase of the West front English expression Out There-—An Aout the! meaning at the front. idiot!” she have they?” asked Spooner, | Dictionary of N ‘What Every Women Does By Helen Rowland C04, A, ty The Pree P eminn Co (ite How Tore ermng Work) ¥ evaree, O {| baow that women are reotions and capricious and Bégety, Aud that they have NO sell-coutrol, of poles, or tranquillity, of reserve foree, of equanimity, or patience, of saythiag~ And (that moo have ALL these things! ee ad Vor the jaat why ail dremed rp. Waiting for some dinner guests, And i haven't been STILL fora single minute! No, Indeed! i have straightened she livt HIM seven times. —— Vicked up the uewapayers be dropped in the mid | die of the Sour three thines, | Emptiod the same ashtray twice, Turned off the faucet he left runulog In the bath-room, Brow, bin @ glass of water, Found his wateh, | Tyid him the time by the hall-clock, Hung up the walsteoat he threw on the bed, the cost he dropped es divan and the hat be left on the bookcase, Straightened the sofa cushions he ley down on for « moment, Straightened the bedroom rugs after bim. Found some nuts and raisins to assuage Told him the time by the hall clook again, Put away the tumbler he left on the morris chair, Hung up the towels he dropped om the bathroom floor, Straightened all the rugs after him again, Swept up the pieces of the vase he knocked over, Swept up the nuteshells around the morris obair, Found a magazine to amuse him, Turned up the lights for him to read by, Found bim a paper cutter, Called up Central to see if his watch was right, Called up our guests to see what was “the matter.” Picked up the discarded magazine from the middle of the floor, Turned all the lights down again, Found him the “funny sheet.” Told him the time again, Found him a muffin to munch on, Caught him stealing stuffed celery from the table and stopped him, Caught him sneaking salted almonds from tho guests’ places end m, | nat a have a flower out of the centerpiece for his buttonhole, | Rearranged the centerpiece, straightened the library table, put away | another tumbler, emptied another ash-tray, stralghtned two more rugs, | picked up three more scattered newspapers, begged him to stop swearing, | And—thank heaven! They have COME at last! And now, Ob, Providence! Send me MAN'S self-control and patience and equanimity and per- | tect potse— For I need them! The Jarr Family | By Roy L. McCardell Copmtgat, 1917, by Phe Pree Pubitshing Co, (The New YorR Wreoiug World.) he demanded again. Because the time has expired on them, that's why,” sald the conductor. “The time expired while we were \ivvws fue aller Y Jimminetty!” cried Mr. Jarr, fas he stamped his cold feet and pulled his coat collar up around bis ears, “That's the third car that passed without stopping to take us on! There has been a blockade, and they are all in such a hurry to make up lost time that they won't | stop! Dog-gone ‘em!” “Please, don't make a show of your- ve abusing the conductor when @ =e stop, sald Mra. Jarr. “Keep one Mr. Jar. i ‘w, g wan,” retorted the conduc- na |tc. “There was four cars ahead on this ence the block was raised; tare!” And he muttered something about a lot of cheap skates wearing all their money on their backs, as he gave & sneering glance at the neat though not gaudy habiliments of Mr, and jes Jarr, laying a cautionary hand upom the belligerent Mr. Jarr. , “Yes, while we were standing in the: slush waiting for one of these dirty, ; | Facketty, sinelly cars to stop for us!" “It's easy enough for you to keep cool with those short skirts and thin) silk stockings and open neck dress, | even if you are wearing furs,” sald | | Mr, Jarr, | “I'm war:ner than you are,” replied Mrs. Jarr. “Never you mind how I| Mrs. Jarr, jam dressed!" | “You are an insolent scoundrel!” “By gollles, when I think of how | declared Mr. Jarr. “And I would re- you women went around with heavy | port you to your company only I re- fura in bot weather and how you go | lime if I did #o they would promote Jaround with half mast skirts and'|/ you. But here are your transfors.” llow or open neck dresses in cold| “I guess yous went shopping and | weather"—— began Mr. Jarr. don't want to cough up two more | But just then another street car ioe reronriad the conductor air. | bowled along and kept on bowling. a feed eae inti mister, and “That's four!" cried Mr. Jarr shak- ae rowing the rag, ing his fist after it, “I'l write to}. ent ey rete My the low | the newspapers about this. I'll sue Pele ey i ne arr. “I'd the company !f 1 get pneumonia lier pay two more fares twice over site than see vou demean yourself by met- standing here, I'll"—— tion ip an alienate wincoeee But just then another car hove in ruffian,” sigbt and stopped for them. “Now, don't get excited, my dear!” “Them transfers Ja no good, fures, sald Mr, Jarr, please!" suid the conductor as the| “Take the fellow’s number,” whim- motorman started the car with @ Jerk | pered Mrs. Jarr. “I'll report him to | that threw Mr, Jarr against Mrs, Jarr | a policeman, for, as you say, bis com- jand the both of them against a puffy pany would only promote bim. But |man who had an extremely alcoholic | there ts @ policeman at the avenue | breath, intersection below who ts always 6o “Why aren't those transfers good?” | polite when he helps one through the jasked Mr. Jarr heatedly. traffic, and I'll complain on this fel. “Now, Edward, keep your temper!” | low to him.” utioned Mrs. Jarr. “Taio afraid the policeman {n ques- But Edward had lost it out on the | on can do nothing tn this case,” re- cold street corner half an hour ago. | ™arked Mr. Jarr, “Why aren't those transfers goo! : “He arrests mashers,” replied Mrs, arr, “ “You could hardly charge this per- the Tre nch son with being @ masher,” said Mr. same asthe American “Over There.” Ox Cart—A slow going shell fired Jarre. ’ “Come across, Mister, from @ French Romailles, P conductor, “Quit your stalling.’ Raraden—The rear wall of a trench, Mr. Jarr paid the two fares, but he | made a pencilled note of the time, the Paeeroane (eet pant at fe tram place, the car number and the con- trench, Patrol—Detail of men sent out into ductor's, intending to get the man discharged if possible, No Man's Land at night to invest!- gate conditions. But before they left the car they | Peinard—Franch decided that perhaps the conductor had a family, or would be drafted to slang for a man| the war, and they tore up the memo, | _ without worry of complaint, Periscope--An instrument by which| “Anyway,” sald Mrs, Jarr, “thero rays from all sidvs of the horigon| will be Women conductors’ before may be reflected down a tube, Used| long, and they won't be rude at in guiding submarines and in peer- | least.” | ing over trenches, | rere Perlot-—French slang, tobacco, |i Your “yes Are Weak, Use Less Permissionaire—A jiu leave, illiant Desk Bl” Resse Dect, Brilliant Desk Light, Line cent Binard—tea Wine aque Diidentite— identification tag. Pip Emma—Afiernoun, anen em Pipped—Siiehtly wor BON) Ti you have # sense of faulty ylston it is & matural inclination to seek y strong ght by which to study. ‘his simply adds to The best light is an | the eye strain Pip Squeak—A German ‘shoil that indirect, diffused light of suMctent gets its name from the noise it] #trength to make the letters on the makes, | page stand out in uniform distinct Poilu—A French private soldier. hess, Avoid the brilliant reflector from metal | Poste De Secours. -A dressing station. ayy (More To Morrow.) » ubjecty that may be en (Cours Popular Scleace Moathly) . ' Lie