The evening world. Newspaper, January 16, 1918, Page 14

1 a =.4 ee She Gey siord, bs ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, Published Dally Except Sunday by the Publishing Company, Noa. 63 to 3 Park Row, New York. RALPH PULITZUR, President, 63 Park Row, J. ANC HAW, ‘Treasurer, 63 Park Row. JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr, Secretary, 63 Park Kow. Yew York a# Second-Cinss Matter, |For England and the Continent and ‘All Countries in the International Fostal Union, $15.40 1.30 Entered at the Post-Clfice at Bubseription Rates to The Fvening World for the United States And Canada. serves $6.00 50 Ono Year One Month. One Year One Month MEMNER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS room fe oxdirively entitied to the ye for remiblication of att newp despatehen 4 Pie Stee iel’ ik" unio paper ned aloo the local news publisten bere The Anno eroited, to it NO NON-ESSENTIAL INDUSTRIES. ITH coal piling up at the tidewater terminals just over in} Jersey four times as fast as it is moved, the best comfort the Fuel Administration can find for New York is its latest lugubrious scheme to suspend all industries every Monday. Is the last remedy for a coal famine, then—coal? What the country badly needs at this moment is fewer blue tacles on administrative noses suspended over its traffic, fuel and food problems. There never was a time when greater responsibility rested upon executive leadership to show the nation what CAN rather than what CAN'T be done to keep industry and business running at a full head of cheerfulness and confidence. Too many persons entrusted with administrative tasks are allow- ing difficulties to discourage instead of stimulate them. Too many find it easier to warn industry of worse conditions ahead than to resolve that it shall find better. If this goes on much further, serious depression will settle upon the country. Courage will falter, energy flag. Hasty and ruthless generalization—now heard in so many quar- ters—as to the fate of non-essential industries can do incalculable harm. A far safer attitude for Americans to adopt at this moment is one that cheerfully proclaims: There are no non-essential industries. Any industry that supplies a want and pays workers the wages they must have to buy food and live the lives of decent, self-respect- ing Americans, is an essential industry—to be maintained to the lest with all the encouragement and protection the nation can give it. All random talk of shutting up this or that group of industries forthwith because they are non-essential is reckless and dangerous folly. What good can come of filling the country with fears of arbitrary and violent derangements that will throw thousands out of work and spread doubt and misgiving where confidence and courage should be carefully conserved ? The hope and happiness of the American people extend beyond the winning of this war. The foundations of their prosperity, present and to come, rest "pon those habits of productive industry which add in # thousand ways to their permanent wealth and well being. To discourage or disturb such habits more than proves absolutely necessary for the efficient prosecution of the war, would be a wrong committed against their progress and their future, To render them in any way doubtful of that future by showing overreadiness to disrupt industry now, would be to destroy part of the very certainty and courage upon which the nation relies for its present tremendous task. ’ That is why every administrator appointed for the special pur- poses of war should show toward the country’s industry and business only the most rdassuring determination to help, not to hinder—to encourage, not to depress, That is where the Fuel Administration has been wrong. It has preached privation—when it should have preached pa- tience, perseverance and production. epee P. B, Noyes, Chief of the Conservation Division of the Fuel Administration, who was sent to New York by Dr. Garfield to study the coal situation, 1s no doubt doing the best he can. It should be remembered, however, that he labors under a disad- vanlage when it comes to handling Mr. silversmith. coal, Noyes fe a a « ‘The coming sign fn the trolleys “Don't Flirt With the Conductor!” Eiaparor William Always Travels In Armored Train. William “An HE of troin Emperor tho Caar of Russia, whose visit at has seven partly armored cars| ‘hat time cemented the alliance be- aaa hapuraieiee dean to | {eon France and Rusala The w hole tacks. Everything that makes for tenth day did efficiency ‘s provided, including a Ii- to any ong that the Csar brary car, ou the walls of whico hang fo take a bath. Bo the the car was promptly cut open and # space made large enough to allow tho lowering of a hugo silver nto @ corner of the car, after all these years, atch in the car roof has ita own special shed hundreds of militery maps, notes the Railway Age Gasette. The special train that the Czar of Russia used to travel in with its twelve care providing apartments for the Caar, his suite and guard, a real Rus- |! Ry ae Bauve St, Georges, some miles chens, a c¢ el and sy BA Parte omforts of & palac as for- h war began occurred in October, merly the most elaborate owned by 1915, when it conveyed the King of| AE, Buronese raise French front, where, @ train ne company with Presi- French Republic, alth: 0,000 of the troops that moet luxurious ot the a the battle of Chum teresting history of them all e the imperial traina, the figured in more important p President's train ts not ar- events than any of the others, and|mored and it has ho protection what- bas curried at some time nearly all of the great men of the world. President Faure ordered the train hurriedly built in the autumn of 1696 for the purpose of carrying to Paris ever against bullets and shella, It was | built @t a time when no one thought | that necessary, The four ears are (elaborately upholstered in red and yellow silk velvets and are of wood, If we had only acquired the saaving| Lots abit years ago we would be Indepen- | cially f demt nen and women to-day —~Mem. phis Commercial Appeal, Jon't care espe- s go to church be- Philadelphia Reo- Use BOUT 4 year ago I received the sad announcement of the death of the young husband of my them, A term To the fora, 4 4 CSCS 3 nie Cis comet” her to be on Gertrude, I knew, had never been raised to make her own way. dered what effect would have and I awaited the result with some uneasiness. Gertrude might learn or stenography even now, —but would sho have the necessary spirit and courage to make a success The Saxons no doubt brought gloves to England, and ft ls from their word "got! that the coming of the Normans the gaunt- let appeared in B: hardy estore We bave dorived the “tron were made « were able to ¢ more stroke of f to be a custom for FBrening we rr a orld Daily Magazine — The Essential Industry Cope, 1918 by The Pron Pinlianing Co, Sunday's Intimate Talks THE GIRL WHO WENT OVER THE TOP. again, not manner, none of hei friend, Gertrude Randall. She was ttle more than a irl, and found her- self a widow at the age of twenty, and after only @ year of married life, with a two - months - old baby. Her own Parents were dead, and her husband had no near rela- taken, a cany town, an whom she and very quest wi I won- the sudden blow] tty ‘cditor ited them typewriting, T thought | caimly. wright ~ Gloves Worn in All LMOSY every wet our “glove” With land, tle. From those the hand irtee: ntury it began itarles to wear considered wind. more than wears gloves Jeweled glove han for thelr gloves | have exce! tron plates, and they Al fearful blows by a| bord bt once, The owner F) but several even submitting samples of what she could do, only to bo refused in like would have He didn’t want a pettl- coat in his editorial office, and sald so In a@ way which could not be mi times, Gertrude set her brain to work. and found the solution of her problem. In quiet but systematic ways she began of all of her friends in in turn was given by them ent that they the condition that she notes to all thelr friends, to all of with a stent requ urgent The News for one year—that was the name of the paper—but only on tives—not near enough, at least, for}condition that she be given the intimate terms with| Position of society editor, Ger- trude spent three weeks on her errand, and as a result gathered 400 yearly subscriptions to the paper, all carrying with them be made soci- Armed with these, on his desk. lied nthe the finest Ages clergy had differ- Bo thing of she went back to the owner and depos- re what 1 have done,” she said “1 don't want any of your news,” the owner snapped at her, “Lam not bringing you news. Tam of Ife when sho always had been | ringing you money,” sald Gertrude, | od w 6 ide «eae Phe editor glanced at the stacl ralaed with the idea that some one] sunscriptions and qusped. His entire else would make it for her? Gertrude] circulation was only a Mttle more did not learn typewriting, or any-| than 3,000, for this was a snail Weet- thing else of that kind. she ern city; and then he chuckle nl esa Wa She was /""tyoung woman,” he answered, wey bee lide was seized “take off your hat and go to work. with the | of applying for a post-| And, at the rate of 10 per cent, com- tion as society r on the local] mission, figure up what I owe you on newspaper. Now, the newspaper had | these subscriptions, I'l) give you a never boasted @ society reporter, and!” “My commission 1s my Job,” pro- the owner didn't believe in women| tested Gertrude workers on his stam. Also, it was a] “Well, then, put this in the form, of er old-fashione 1 bonus,” said the publisher gentally, wether oldstaahtaned. pe When |" Gertrude had gone over the top— Gertrude mado her first application and had made rood. she was curtly rejected. She tried . eee ead ae, nowadays, but perhaps few of | edt kinds of 4 for different vest- ia have ‘Conalaee ea few Of ments. By this time gloves had be- ny. SODAS the lonk|come elaborate affairs of wilk, pre- evolution necessary to produce the|cious skins, &c, It was a nice ous- modern glove of enug-fiting kid. {tom of the day to put poison in a Gloves were known among the Per-| Pal? of gloves and present them to siana and in Bibli sof a type|#ome one who happened to be un- Hike our own wool mitten. And,| Popular with the sender, Jeanne etrangely enough, they were cailed|“Albret, mother of Henry IV. of “shoes.” It would scom that in the] france, Is said to have been poisoned dark ages following the fall of Rome |in that way only the Germans w gloves to| Good Queen Bess estadlished the any extent. Theso were mostly of [Custom of conferring her glove upon skins, and it is doubtful if they had| those whom ehe liked. By. another progressed (o the stage of baving|OWist {t became a mark of favor for “fingers.” a gallant to have his lady's glove And It was the practice of knighthood to cast a gauntlet upon the ground in defiance of all and sundry. man who pieked it up must de bat- ‘The During latter times the Frendh in making gloves, ao they do in so many industries that artistic. glove of “Erench kid" has come to be the tts (The New York Evening World.) By J. H. Cassel | a) By Roy L. Comrie, 66] THOUGHT women were ‘The Restless Sex," remarked Mrs, Jarr, “But you seem as ner- vous as @ cat, All the men seem to be more nervous than women these days,” Mr. Jarr could have remarked that #0 many men had taken vows of abstinence tn drinking and smoking on the first of the erstwhile glad New Year that 1t was small wonder they were nervous along in the second week of their deprivation from their wonted addictions, But he thought it Dest not to say anything along those Unes and contented himself with re- marking that he didn't see what women had to be reatless about, “They don't have to do the fight- ing, they've got the vote and they are getting all the jobs, Why should they be restless?” he added, “Well, you make mo way you fidget about, Jarr. “If you want to go out and play pinochle with your cronies at that Gus's place on the corner rather than stay at home with your wife and family, do aol" Mrs, Jarr was silent a moment and then again took up the thread of her discourse and the stitches of the sweater she was fabricating for some | sujlor boy, "Yes," she said placidly, “Go on out to the corner galoon and play cards if you wish, ‘There are not| many corner saloons left tn the land, | and they will be fewer still before long. ‘So gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is fleeting,’ as the| post says.” “I want to gather a hundred and fifty trumps and @ hundred aces and | a few other melds, a0 I can bid four hundred and fifty, which take the webuda are nix in auction * sald Mr, Jarr, “And if it be true, as you wot, that before ic we will foregather in the cozy corners of ice cream parlors and indulge in the brutal game of chess or atrident parchesie, with its wild excitement and breathless struggles, why #0 b it. Me for the last auction pin game in @ neighboring cafe, b said neighborhood cafe becom tinct the dodo!" Arriving at Gus's, Mr. Jarr found the sometime genial proprietor alone! and melancholic, “Where's the bunch?” Jagr. “There ain't ne quch animal as @ bunch any more,” replied Gua "1 think they must drop around at some hardware store that keeps open late and open a keg of nails. I don't see the gang any more at all, I think Slavinsky, the glagier, intended to come over this evening, but his wife ox-| | asked Mr, The Jarr Family 1918, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), | getting used to being with | educated Well, ain't it the samé thing McCardell met my wife, Lena, and she told my wife, Lena, that Mr. Slavinsky was learning to knit, as he wanted to knit! a sweater for his son Sidney, what 1s| in the army. And Slavinsky wasn't| watching what he was doing, and he| - knitted his whiskers Into the sweater. So he's staying home trying to un- ravel his whiskers and the knitting without spoiling the yarn or his beard, and, as he won't let anybody help him because it hurts, it will take him until midnight to get everything unm|xed. Bo Slavinsky won't be aroun “Where's Rangle?” asked Mr. Jarr. “Well, said Gus, “since Rangie stopped smoking New Year's he don't seem to care to play pinochle. Says it makes him nervous. “Rafferty, the builder, where's he?” Mr. Jarr inquired. “Rafferty telephoned me he wouldn't be around,” Gus explained “Rafferty says he has gone into training, now that the women will get the vote, to get used to doing without pinochle or my place, “Rafferty says his wife knows he likes auction pinochle and my place; and he knows the first thing sho will do when she gots elected to anything will be to vote to put both my place and auction pinochle off the map. Bo he says he might as well start in now| ut them “Where's Bepler?” asked Mr, Jarr. “Bepler was in here the other da and heard that educated bummer, Dinkston, say that this jet jewelry that used to be fashionable in the old times was made of coal from France, —real ¢| would burn, Bepler| remembered his wife's mother had al whole lot of that jet jewelry from the | old times, and s » lives away down| south in Michi place, So Bepler has gone tn his o!vermoblle to get that jet Jewelry to boin it. If that} bummer, Dinkston, was| kidding about !t, Bepler will associate him when he gets back. Assassinate? So Mr. Jarr drifted back and, find- ing his wife still knitting, told her that he and Gus and the others had given up pinochle and all its pleasures | as a wartime self-sacrifice. Then he surprised his good lady further by| asking her if she knew where any old-fashioned jot jewelry could be obtained far the next cold snap. ———. JAM GERVES FOR SUGAR, HE Russians, who are part! larly partial to frult-—ospectally in the form of frult pastes or} preserves—ofien use jam in their tea! N Sayings of Mrs. Solomo ¥ By Helen Rowland Copyriht, 1018, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Rvening World), “ EWS Item: During war time ai! superfiuous pockets will be omitted from men's clothing, for the sake of wool conservation. Hear now, my Daughter, the pitiful wall of a Mere Man: Oh, Tailor, be merciful unto me, a martyr! For lo, the hour of my destruction is at hand! oo Behold, the wild, wild women have already bereft me of all my glory, and all my honors, and all my special privileges—eave one! Already have they wheedled from me my exclusive right to the ballot, and the right to carry @ latch bed si and to smoke a cigarette, and to cut off their locks, to part thelr hair upon the side. c y And now, alas, those who sit in the seats of thet some MIGHTY, even the Clothing Designers, have dec! . that I shall be shorn of my last Divine Right! wv Behold, they would rob me of MY POCKETS! Yea, my little vest pockets, and my big patch pockets, and my |forting overcoat pockets—all the pockets wherewith J have been biess@hr and cursed, and distinguished for my whole life! ? Verily! verily, Samson shorn of his locks was not more pitiful mere more impotent than I! ‘ What now shall I do with all the TIME I whiled away looking fory things! What now shall I do with all my sacred collection of JUNK? where shall I carry my fountain pen that nover worketh, and my eighteen smal! stubs of pencils, and my Mother's picture, and my Beloved’s picture, and the snapshots of ALL my favorite girls? Where shall I carry my Gift Cigars, and my “emergency collar,” my pocket comb, and my collection of harmless, necessary CLOVES, f Where shall I carry Muriel’s scented and sentimental letters, and my favorite cocktail recipe, and my pet copy of Swinburne, and my belovel medicine? Where shall I carry my trophies of the love chase—the stolen slipper, the purloined glové, the many locks of vari-colored hair, and the addr of all the girls I ever loved or expected to love? Verily, verily, my pockets were an Infinite source of Joy and surprise to me! For I could always find in them something I had long forgotten, or never suspected! But now I shall be as incomplete as,a woman without, a knitting bag! No longer may a damsel slip her hand tenderly into a man's overcoat, pocket, where he may HOLD it, “to keep it warm!” No longer may a husband camouflage the deadly dun or the pink note beneath a pocketful of innocent looking receipts and his wift mi photograph. 7 4 No longer can he say of the letter she hath bidden him to mail: “Oh, I put it in my POCKET, and forgot it!” For he must carry {t about in his two hands until, in sheer desperas* eS as f a s rT ofS] me the clippings of all my favorite jokes? t | old briar pipe, and my lucky penny, and the prescription for my aa ve f tion, he shoveth {t into a letter box. : : No longer may he say of the thing which he hath Jost: “Oh, I guess it's somewhere in my pockets!" For his pockets shall be numbered; and his wife shall know to the last jot and tittle all that is therein. Verily, verily, thou mayest rob a man of his reputation, his honer, his wife, or his top hair, and he may still survive! But when thou takest away his POCKETS thou robbest him of hig last Symbol of Masculine Supremacy! ' And such are the horrors of war! Selah. —— The Seven Ages of Love ‘ e Seven Ages of Love By Nixola Greeley-Smith Covyright, 1918, by the Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Drening World), No. VII—THE AGE OF WISDOM. OVE hes {ts age of wisdom. That s why #0 many men marry middle-aged widows who have attained {t. And why aa of Wisdom 1s destroying wonder. ‘They have such a passion to reveal theme selves to the mon they love that they turn out every ¢ rner of e , an unmarried girl} for daily inspection. Thay come who finda that |their husbands to go over thelr widow has cast| thoughts with the relentless thors 28 FOr, prospecting | ouRtiness of a vacuum cleaner, and & ‘eyes on the man she| man soon learns to predict what they < loves had better sur-| Will think and say and do with the »render him without a struggle, and add ff tbe family sliver and the gold crowns of r teeth if the widow should take a fancy to them. It is time somebody should explode the myth of the widow's superior at- tractiveness, Very rarely indeed ta a woman who has weathered years of infallibility of an adding machine. Of course, a Breat deal of nonsense} has been talked to women about pre~ serving their myster: In the fret place, they have none to intelligent men, and, in addition, it could not survive matrimony i¢ had! Women have sometimes told mae they did it—Iinvariably @ foolish, fete uous tale involving int brushings, separate cales ar cogs te of soap, marriage and maternity the equal in ane i have felt as if the well pte a charm and freshness of the unmar-| he" focied seo se ining to me how ‘erybody by bi e sand, aiid: in gts, Wisdom of love in Buch puerile ar futile rote, Du perfoi Ances. We are tint sometimes 6 only way a oman can kee} man's interest ts not to oi to be sure of her, But the wo Who can do this successfully woman who is not sure of hers do not think men should tu!.o ae sere Ously as they do the frantic effortar:* ef. Women to hold thelr affection af ter it has ceased to exist, Unfors” tunately, in most cases to-de: «> woman's love ia her job, her meas! of livelihood. We know how te lt clously the timid soul clings to a fob, belleving tt to be the only Job in the Swallowing insults and endur. {Dg oppression to keep it dreading the uncertainty which we losing it, So long as wert, ,£olle remaing @ job she will 7 costs to her self-respect ge did not carry i til jr y with it the oblia gation of ‘support’ oy the''atte, Quite many women would cling to’ hus. bands wh a ceas pands who had ceased to care for It ts know that love can ed and to r ts one ¢ ues of marris ried girl, But the widow knows tho gamo of man-snaring and plays tt, while the g:rl at least has to pretend she does not. Any girl who under- took to win a man by a widow's methods would scare him away and Incidentally convince him that she was an unscrupulous vampire, There is no mystery about the widow's power, She knows all men, having experienced one, and 1s not afrald to use her knowledge. She knows enough not tc talk about herself when he wants to talk about himself, She knows enough always to answer “No” | when he says, “Have I told you that story I heard last week?” But these are minor inatters—oven a girl may know them and practise them, The widow triumphs tn carefully arranged ental contacts, 1s always jolted toward the driver when motoring, knows how to take @ man from an. other woman's company against his will, for instance, “Don't you want a bighball? Then come and help me make It?” or “Can you Haten to this heavenly music without want- ing to dance? I've saved this one for youl” If you have ever fished for founders and know with what disappointing ease they can be pulled out of the water, putting up no more fight than if you were drawing up the old oaken does not lg face as, ever be also that ros temporary vale lat friendship, age are its perma, won and kept nation to keep perfect’ step with ae companion chosen for the long marehe The wisdom of love has left dreame. snd maa Oasl9te, tae ete dream {to know that cynicism’ and disiily sionment are no more r ot warm fancies they displ; than they¢ ss 3 laced. It aon bucket, then you know how a widow bey cay Nye eu, what » men and ‘omen for wha ‘ars a feels who has baited her hook for &| itself ay the fixed and se and 1m new mate, ul ight of their Every widow should be empowered to write M. A. after her name, How much more honest it would be if a| widow's card should read; “Mre, Bugenla Smith Jones, Master of the Art of Matrimony.” A rare and aiMcault art one tn which no woman takes her degree until she has crossed the meridian of thirty, Perhaps the commonest fault of > NAMING OF PICADI ICADILLY, made nee most Americans by ts believed to have got It, a from pickadelles or picafillien’ wat riety of turnover collar, A tailor named Higgins, who had made a fors tune selling these articles of apparel; bullt a home in that particular part, familiar to Tipperary,” instead of sugar. of London in 1680 and culled it Ploas women before they-reach Love's Age dilla Hall, hence the name Picadillg, Part of the wisdom of love tde |