The evening world. Newspaper, February 14, 1918, Page 18

orld, H PULITZER, Ces TABLISHED BY JOSE Poudlisere Dally Except Sunday by the Press Publishing Company, Nos, 63 te 6a Park Row, New York. RALPIL PULITZER, President, 63 Park Row, J. ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, 62 Park Row, = JOSEPH PULITZEL, Jr, Secretary, 63 Park Row. MEMBER OF Tih ASSOCIATED PRESS, fe excitigively envied use for remublieation af S crmlited in wile paper and ale the local news pub) tgted Pr ‘Of ot oF coated (OE VOLUME 58........ ++ NO, 20,631 ig hse /EDITORIAL PAGE Thursday, February 14 THE RAGGED EDGES. ; r WHAT has happened in Russia since the bottom got on top, no to speak of ghastly reports from Finland which describe the deliberate killing off of the educated classes by the Reds, pessi mists find new evidence to convince them that the war is only the worst of the evils that have overtaken the white race, One of the gloomiest outlooks yet noted, however, is that of the Yapen Weekly Chronicle, an English periodical published in Kobe, which sees ouly the life blood of Europe and America being drained off and the wealth of the Western World depleted, while the Eastern nations expand their trade, swell their populations and become the About all the comfort ereditors—maybe the dictators of the future. the Chronicle can find is the reflection that To many who hold aiicerely that {t is requisite to make the world safe for democracy, it were better that the white race should disappear than that the incubus of Pr: n mili- tarism should rest forever on civilization. The Chronicle should move up nearer to the field of action,! where things are more cheerful. ‘ The “incubus of Prussian militarism” is going to be cast off. ‘And there will remain a determined, more than ever before ee)f- understanding and united civilization to celebrate the event and buckle down to recover the cost. As for the Bolsheviki, the Finland Reds or any like them that may emerge—what are they but ragged edges that will later be trimmed off? cncinacceeaia pieaiamasaiias The sudden death of Sir Cecil Spring-Rice, until recently British Ambassador to the United States, {s another reminder ‘of the heavy burdens the war has laid upon statesmen and dip lomats, As‘Groat Britain's representative tn this country at the outhreak of the conflict in Europe, Sir Ceci] found himself loaded with extra work which only increased when this Nation Joined the Allies, It is not at the front only that the strength of mon bas been tested to the breaking point. os LET THE SOUTH GROW MORE FOOD. HE farmer in the South faces a patriotic duty. He ought to T recognize that duty as, at the same time, one strongly to his economio interest to perform. The Government asks him to grow food. By growing more food he combats the worst engmy of his cotton crops—the boll-weevil. How serious have been the ravages of the boll-weevil in the cotton States is set forth in a recent article in the Atlanta Conatitu- tion by W. W. Croxton, General Passenger Agent of the Atlanta, Birmingham and Atlantic Railway, who has prepared a map of the infested sections of Alabama and Georgia to emphasize his facts and figures By « careful study of the map it is seen that the annual @dvance of the boll-weevil eastward since its entrance into Alabama bas been steady and uniform. The figures indicate @ comparatively small damage the first year, and that usually there is @ fairly good crop the second year, but after the weevils onda got well established the yield steadily decreases and the ¢rope amount to less than 25 per cent. of normal. As an illustration, take Dallas County, Alabama: The first appearance was in the year 1912, when the yield in bales amounted to 40,000; the next two years there was an increased production, while during the year 1915 the yleld was only 17,900 leas than onebalf the normal crop, and in 1916 the yield ‘was only 8,298, or just about 20 per cent. of the norma} erop, Diversification of crops, Mr. Croxton reminds the Southern farm- am, has proved one of the most effective means of fighting the boll- weevil. More than this, the increasing demand for beef and hog products ef anprecedented prices, the ready market for hay, peas, peanuts and velvet beans and the certainty that. food crops of all kinds will be at 8 premium for a long time to come, ought to encourage these farmers te reduce their cotton acreage in favor of cattle, grain¥nd vegetables “Plant some cotton and more food und feed,” is this year, more than ever, sound advice to the farmer of the South, his country and himself by heeding it. ‘ Ile can serve Unless Germany oan collect huge war tndemnities, we are told, she must seize private fortunes, Apropos, how many dozen “visiting castles” in Germany still stand in the name of W. Hohenzollern? Letters From the People Please Imit communications to 150 words Complaint of Navy Medical Aid. Wo the Kitivoe of The Breaiug World T have closely followed the letters @omplaining about poor medical treat- an- Jburg who has pe meen 7% comforter army ent of our soldiers. Having served | piankets and we do not need to wel @n enlistment in tho navy I Wish to) soi. or as Rod tell my experience, At sick call lay oieo for them, We do not nog) man tells what he thinks Is his trou-|any “women to tag uround after at! We to a doctor who ts on the wame| we ¢, \ ; i | We can think for ourselves, because footing so far as experience ROEM 68) we are not scho @n tnterne in a hospital. He guesses) 4A soni pl ARTANBURG. what tho trouble ts and prescribsa-— The Case of the Medical Sergeant. always pills. Unless a man falls UD-} 1 ue Be fhe Evening Word @onsclous ho will have to stay etck, 1 am surprised at the answer by until the following day when sick call] “serge Camp Wadeworth,” to my fa repented. The head doctor nover|letier, Hy states as yet to meet hows up unless there is a severe! a medica! sergeant who knew medi- case to treat, Dircipline is so strict| cine.” Allow me tu enlighten my that a man dare not tell the doctor | friend tu the qualifications of a few that the medicine ts doing hin no geod, Go the soldiers are not any Weree off than the sailors. medical sergeants tal at Ca medical ae at the base hospl- P Upton, We have four goants who are graduate A MAN WHO KNOWS, | pharmacists and two medical ser- ‘This Soldier Has Plenty of Biankets| geants who are graduate chemists, Wo the Wiitor of The Evening World | 1 am & graduate nurse of Bellevue Fust & line in regard to @ letter bY | Hoypital. | have been nursing f * a girl about soldiers and their treat! the past seven yea both orivate it when they are vick or cold. She/and institutional. 1 do not claim to asks why @ certain soldier who bad| know medicine. Sergeants in the the arip did not write home and get| Medical Department must pass a sa lefactory examination and are not that fa) cicked from the ranks as the sere id not! geants of other branahes in the y. tor SERGEANT MEDICAL t | By Sophie N old man sit beside me in the subway, I have known him | many years, He was on his way—to school— this old man, a grandfather, He had hjs book with him and he was studying his les- son on the way. He ts trying to learn French #0 that he can go “over the He fs a mechante, an expert in bia line, but had given up Jactive work until we weit to war. “I just can’t stay at home,” hg said “1 know they need hundreds of men in my line, and I am golng to try to got over to help. Besides, I can keop Up with the best of the young ones,” | no added with a knowing twinkle in his eye, as ho noted my surprise, “pittie did I think I would be studying French at my age," he said musingly. “But you might as wel be up to date, And to be up to date these days you must be going some,” ho continued in the vernacular, ay “ & | Semin panne wai, | “Never in the histo: the world has there been such changes os there are to-day seomns ay If the whole world ts unde! going a change. Byery minute, al- most, some old method is pulled out | by the roots and a.new one put in tts! fpiace, west without any warning. ven our everyday living 1s moving different Mwes al | To be up to date these days is not merely to dress well and to know the | newest song hit or play, but actually |to live , mark you,” he con leluded with a knowing nod, “the | poople who are standing still and do not know what is going on about them are missing & Whole lot, and will fad themselves "back numbers.’ “When the world is on the march the fellow who falls to kee finds himwelf alone in the rear." What true words of wisdom, As» Sovrates said, "Nothing 4s permanent | but change.” And yet 1 know some | people, living within au hour's ride of New York City, Who until @ fe) days ago did not know that the ) United States had deciaret war, Tey bave never felt the t airplane soaring through the air like a bird ‘They have never experienced the enthusiasm of hearing the tramp of thousands of soldiers on the march, In fact, they know little or nothing excepting what !s within their own iunmediate i, = =Thex saxely f seoing au! The Kaiser’s Valentine to Himself By. Are You Up to Date? Irene Loeb Copyright, 1918, by the Press Publis’ ina Oo, (The New York Eveuing World) seo a newspaper. They are shut-in people, satsfied with their three meals a day, secured by the bit of labor they perform. Perhaps you who. are very, very busy, and out of breagh keeping pace with the trend of the times, envy them their solitude and their quiet, their lack of knowledge. But do not; they are automatons. They get Mt- tle out of the joy of existence; they live within themselves; they have nu court ‘They are cowards at the first sign of sacrifice. There are many people like that, They become aged casily, would not understand the old man studying Frenoh, They could not feel his great ambition and realize the joy of achievement, He who is wetting the best out scheme of things as they are being conducted to-day 1s watching the changes as they come and growing with them, He ts joining in and be- oming part of them, voks, lstens—and acts. He 1s seeing a new revolution of things and glad that he ts a part of it. And he ts believing more and more in the worth of numanity. In the words of my old friend El- |bert Hubbard, “ho knows that there ver 90,000,000 people ia America ver played him a single nasty Be up to date by helping to make | the date, _—_. Carmen Bellicosum. We're coming, Kaiser Wilhelm, A thousand thousand strong, In iron-souled battallons, To free the world from wrong! From sea to sea we ra In legions unafraid, To war-worn shores of Europe We go to lend our aid! Take heed, O Kalser Wilhelm, ‘Take heed and ‘ware the day When we, the mighty million, March out tn arm’d array! To pay a debt of bonor— At last we have the chance— To give our due across the years To the pleasant land of France! Not on a hunt for glory But only duty grim, To cago up Kaiser W And make an “MILITARY MOWER ILITARY MOWER “women belonging to th pew land army” harvest record crope of hay in Staffordshi Shropehire and Choshire, Ungland, last years. masa y teeeanan They | of the great) He stops, | vvVemtanle disea: The By Roy L. Copyright, 1018, by the Press Publisting Co, (The New York Eveaing World). HERE are tha occasional storms when over, give healthful ozone to the atmosphere of home. But once in a while there is a domestic tornado that rages until it appears there is nothing left in its track but ruin and chaos. In ther words, one little thing leading to another, the Jarr family was in the throes of storm, earth- iuake and desolation, Mr. Jarr had rushed from the house declaring all was over. He would wet @ separation—or go to Reno and ket a divorce—this was the end! Mrs. Jarr, sitting in retrospection over all ti siights, wrongs and in- juries she had endured all,her .nar- ried days, and balancing these with memories of all she had condoned and forgiven, Was in a mental attitude of relief that at last matters were at a climax—she would never, never live with THAT man again! Ag for the children and herself, well, ‘they could get along somehow, for one thing was certain, she would spura with scomm the money of the man who could #0 cruelly forget his vows to love and cherish, dnd who could be unkind to such a wife and such a home and such childrent ‘The children, vaguely mware that something was wrong, bad been sent to their room, where they played in subdued manner with their toys. Amid the wreck of her domestic happiness Mrs. Jarr suddenly re- membered that Mr. Jarr bad bad the last word, That he had departed in haste, Imagining that he bad left a broken and longing heart bebind bim. . Ha! She would show him how 5HE cared, She calléd up the office by telephone, | Mr, Jarr, the boy sald, had been ta, but had gone out again, saying, be would return, Did Mrs, Jarr wani to speak to him when ho came in? “Certainly not!” sald Mrs, Jarr, “But J want to leave a message for him. Will you write It down?” “Tell him," continued Mrs, Jarr “that Mrs. Jarr wanted to know) where sho should send bis things,| and also tell Mr. Jarr that she was more than satisfied with the arrangu- ment he had suggested.” Shortly afterward she reflected that “the arrangement be had sug- gested" was @ rather weak reply, aid jt looked as if she was being dictated to. She called up the office again. Had} Mr. Jarr been in? The boy sald he bad not. peer up that note then,” gala Mre, | added to herself. Jarr Family McCardell Jarr, “and tell him that Mrs, Jarr bas put the things in storage, and the other matter she has left in the hands ot her lawyer." “When he gets that message,” sald Mrs. Jarr to herself, as she bung uD the recelver of the telephone, he'll be running back here on his knees to me. But I'll have the house locked and the shades down, and never, never, NEVER! so long as I live, will I ever look at him or speak to him!” Then {t occurred to her that he might think SHE cared! How to in- form him of this without making it Apparent to the office boy? “Has Mr, Jarr come back yet?” she asked, “He hasn't? Well, destroy that note and simply ‘Bay that Mra Jarr has sent his things to the Graball Storage Company, where he can get them, “And also tell him that the ehtl- dren have gone home to grandma, and Mrs, Jarr has jeft on an urgent business matter for the Weut." So saying, she let the receiver of the telephone hang down wo that My Jarr could not call her up. For another half hour she inter- ested herself by packing fevert 5 meanwhile muffling the doorbell, pulling down all the shades jn the house and only lighting a l«ht here and there, that the whole place be sultably gloomy and depressing. Her things packed, it occurred to her that {f the office boy betrayed how many times she had telephoned it might appear to Mr. Jarr as though she protested too much and was really worried. “As if I cared!” she “No, indeed; for the first time in many years of wedded slavery and misery 1 am perfectly happy!” Then she started singing, but stopped short after the frst few notes and had a good cry. But sho felt relieved. She was so sure of this that she began to doubt it Then it occurred to her that she had better call up the boy and tell him she would give him a dollar not to tell Mr, Jarr she bad called up at all, She called up the office, but tt was Mr, Jarr who answered, “Hello, who ts it?" he asked thickly, “IUs me, dear! sobbed Mrs, Jarr, “Say you'll forgive me and come thome to me! I'll never be mean to you again, dear, Vil never say @ cross word! “It's all my fault, sweetheart,” ro- plied Mr. Jarr, “I’ve been trying to get you on tho phone for an hour to fell You. Tl be home Ln w Julty!" urday 11 A. M. VER of me, Out on the On your Wherever you are, my And whisper to you, as Remember that I go, Right “over the top” In your eyes, that I To-night, Love—it is Oh, eend MY BOY to Camp C SCENE: Camp Upton. TIME: Night. (strolling in, smothering @ pro- digious yawn)—What's doling? What's everybody dolling up for? Going to be a fire—or what? B (over his shoulder)—Haven’t you heard? A (peovishly)—Heard? Heard whit? If there's one’expression that gets my goat more’n “I told you 80,” it’ ‘Haven't you heard?” I haven't heard a thing except revellle an’ “Hep! hep!" since I got down here in November! B (briefly)—Golng to be an enter- tainment. A (disappointed)—Wot I care! Wot I care! Somebody'll sing “Over There” an’ “Keep the Home Fires Burning,” an’ wave the flag—mos’ likely they'll pick me out to wave the flag an’ I've been wig-waggin’ all day an’ my arms are dead from the wrist up, an’— B (stemming the tide)—Nothing lke that. This is going to be a real he-show! No vaudeville patter in thi, You know Malcolm Dale, don't you? ‘A (pugnactously)—Sure I know Mal. He's all right—but he'a an awful dude! If a little bit of gravy gets soogoped onto his custard ple, it takes his appetite away, . B (eager to impart the n Well, Mal has been leading man the Newdtochelle Shakespearian Dra- matic Suctety for years, and— A (enlightened)—Oh, that's what been the matter with him. It r'a known I'd ‘a’ made allowances, B (impatiently) —Sto» butting in and listen, The club offered to come down \here to Upton and give their annual performance for us. If the Colonel would give Mal permission to take the lead as always—and he did, A (with bored curiosity)—What're they going to play? S'long as tt lance organizations manned by American surgeqns and nurses have made an enviable record in the present war and American medica! men have come to be recognized as among the best in the world. It was on Web, 7, 1751, that the first general hospital was chartered in the colonies—the Pennsylvania State Hos- pital in Philadelphia, Joshua Crosby was the frst President of the institu- tion, and Benjamin Franklin, who had been prominent in urging the estab- lishment of an institution for the care of the sick, was the first clerk. in thig hospital tn 1769 that Thomas Bond gave the first clinical instruc- tion in America, | Whe French in Canada and the | English in Virginia had the pioneer medical practitioners in North Amer. ica. The MaySower brought to Mas- eachuselia Samus) Fullex, the fret A MERICAN hospitals and ambu- Tt was) cedbetdneas Every Woman's Valentine By Helen Rowland Conrright, 1918, by the Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Brening World), To HIM “Over There.” the waves of the etarlit eea, Over the miles of blue, On the wings of the wind—from the hears Iam blowing « kiss to you! stormewept wilderness, Or down in the trench where you He, It you feel a’ breeze like @ light caress cheek, Love—it ts IL somem Under the frowning Flanders skies, Or pacing the decks of gray, heart replies To the Jilt in your heart, to-day. For this fe St, Valentine's Day, my Own, And I emile to you over the space, T sit alone With my thoughts—and your pictured face. Wherever you go, in No Man's Land, too, Spirit with spirit and hand in hand, with YOU! ‘The kiss thét I gave you once was light As the kiss of a fairy wraith, But the kiss that I’m sending you tonight Is the kiss of 4 woman's faith! For with every wind that sweeps the aca, And with every kiss that I send, ‘There goes @ prayer from the soul of me, And faith in you ‘til the end! And, when you come galling home again, You shall bring MB a valentine, Not roses, nor rings, nor s ellver chain, To gladden this heart of mine—— . But a VICTOR'S smile—and the tender light used to know, And a battered gun, and a helmet bright From the head of a captured foe! Oh, out on the storm-swept wilderness, Or down tn the trench, where you lie, If you feel a breeze like a light caress, u Go, little kiss, and make him strong, To help set the sad world free, And, when he has righted the black, black wrong, omedies By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1918, by the Press Publishing SHAKESPEARE IN YAPHANK Co, (The New York Brening World), (Wild excitement prevails in the darracks, There te much application a talcum potoder to lately scraped faces, polishing of boots and brushing of coated hasn't got anything military im or— B (scornfully)—Nothing military ta this, They're going to give the bel« cony ecene from “Romeo end Juliet” first, with Mal as Romeo, A (cheered)—Oh, that's all right tifhy can't possibly ring in any ef this campfire stuff on Old Bil. B (blankly)—Old Bul who? A (calmly)—Old Bill Shakespeare, of course, It wouldn't be artistie ta tune up on “Goodby, Broadwayt Hello, France!" around the Capulet suburban home, now would it? Here's Mal now. B (addressing the leading man}— What've you got over your arm, Malt M (in best hero manner)—Romeg'e costume, of course, Oh, man! Wait’ you fellows see me tn the eilk Umbte and brocaded satins of Shakespeare gold-hatred boy! (Mal starts to divest himself of tte khaki coat, Captain enters -oom suddenly, takes one look at Mal end qdvancen rapidly.) Captain (sternly)—Private. Date, what are you doing? M (saluting)—Getting into my ese. tume for the play, sir. Captain (tersely)—When the Colonel gave you permission to appear It wag with the explicit understanding that you appear in uniform. You should know by this time, Privat @ member of the must appear {n uniform under agg ant all conditions! (A balf hour later the curtain on the Canulet domicile, with in khaki, about to take leave of Jul! and patronise the fire-escape, camp band, used to arranging tte musical themes to correspond to movie situations, decides to by sora. pos and strikes up “Keep the Home Fires Burning!") A (ising in disgust)—Ye godst eid rong it In on me in apite of Ou H America’s First Hospital physician in New England. Johannes la Montagne arrived in New Amatere dam in 1637 and became the first medical man in what ts now New York. Several of the Jesuit mummom aries of New France were educates in the healing art and carried a knowledge of medicine, as well as of religion, into the wilds of Canada, These pioneers gradually supplanted the “medicine men” of the aborigines, although among the early white sete tlers there wero miany who had more faith in the Indian doctors than tn the bealers of their own race, Perhape the greatest triumph of American medical sclence was the discovery of anarsthopia, which made modern surgery possible, A umber of physicians claimed the priority 13 this great development, but in mgyaily deen years the credit has given to Dr. Crawford W. jeorgia country doctor, bn HY his medical education ata Univesa eity of Pennsylvania, " SUNN WUIEML HUGIMMO® COR OUMomEY