The evening world. Newspaper, April 15, 1918, Page 12

iT te aE. «| PrP pesos wer ese oe “enn owe g Hi i } AC Sa OG WW MONDAY, APRIL 15, 1918 War Cuts Into Everything; A Ban on Rice Throwing Hooverizes the Weddings| Stern Thumb of the Grub Administration Has Cancelled the Regulation Barrage Fire Directed at the Gloomish Marriage Cortege and the Biscuit Commish Is Bound to Conserve Food Even if Joyful WeddingsAre Made to Seem Anaemic. By Arthur (“Bugs”) Baer. Coperiaht, 1918, by the Prose Publishing Co, (The New York rening World.) HETHER or not man is @ graduate of the anthropoid echool W will always be as much of a mystery as how those one-armed lunches manage to get their ealt into their ealt cellars. You know that nobody ever gets any out. One argument against the Dar- win theory ts that no chimpanzee who wag wise enough to dangle by his tail and carrom cocoanuts off the official Jungle constabdle’s skull ‘would be foollsh enough to be the ancestor of & nut who wears pink cloth top shoes and carries a bundle by the strin, But one argument for Mr. Darwin ts the little fellow who always sits in the last pew at the be ng house table and has a reach ike @ gorilla, He can spear the chow-chow from any angle and can grab tho biscuits further than @nother bird could seo them with a complete set of binoculars, If you have a memory as long aa that little gooft's boarding house reach, you may be able to recollect the good old days when self. raising buckwheat flour raised #o high that ono buckwheat cake was @ stack Two b Wheat cakes couldn't pass under the Brooklyn Bridge at high tide, and three were @o tall that they had snow on the top all the year round. That was in the sweet long ago ,when club ur @andwiches were about seven stories high with a mansani roof of salad and an extra cupola of mayonnaise dressing on the roof, Now a club gandwich Js so smoll that ft resembles an ant crawling up the Palisades, nd so flat that you can play it on the graphophone. into everything, One of the latest industries to be canéelled by tho stern thumb of the Grub Administration 1s the genial epidemio of barraging weddings with rice, Ever since old man Noah rattled his whiskers in the evening breeze and two Kelly pool pilla, two unpaid barroom checks and two Grains of rice clattered out, unscrupulous ruralites have worked the double pill game on city slickers, barroom checks have been unpaid end rice has been the official ammunition at weddings, When the wedding cortege marched gloomishly down the aisle, with the bridegroom*Just coming out from under tho influence of the ether, all the bride's relatives and accomplices would ambush them- selves behind the usual wedding custom and cut loose with « blizzard of wiightly vacant shoes, second-handed clam ehells, evaporated bird cages and @ hurricane of razor-edged rice freshly honed for the glee- ful occasion, Tho age, color or previous condition of servitude of the fico mado no difference with the ricesters, Being thoroughly demp- eratic, they pummeled the still happy couple with every brand of rice, from best Marchurlan egg-sized furnace rice to the bituminous Jazzbovian rice, which 1s used extensively in Jazsbovia either as wed- ding missiles or to pave roads with. After the rice would come a Shower of blooms from the nearest junk ehop, followed by a bouquet of crippled consomme tureens, But the rice was the principal ingredient in the goulash of missiles. Weddings are going to seem very anaemio without @ shock regiment of relatives charging across the terrain and enfilading the merry couple with @ burricane of corrugated rice that made ‘em think they were eavorting through @ blizzard of dyspeptic poreupine quills, But war is war, and {f the Biscuit Commish thinks that relieved felatives shouldn't attack the bride and her victim with rice, we guess we will have to get rid of our shopworn rice in some other way. The war ts cutting Portraits of America’s Brilliant War Poster ‘ORSON OWE ead rey Ry Men Whose Pens and Brushes Help Uncle Sam Win the War Get Inspiration From Dinner By Will B. Johnstone. HUNDRED years from now, A when the history of . the Great War has been recorded and all the deserving heroes put in thetr proper niches, the philosophical As Tom Paine was the author hero of the Revolution, so Charles Dana Gibson, Chairman; Frank D, Casey, Vice Chairman, and their hundreds of associates in this Division, patnt- historian will discover @ new anders, sculptors, poster men, cartoon. distinctive force employed in the) ists, illustrators, are the artist he Present struggle that in past wars|roes of this war, has be ignored—Pubifcity, | Every Friday night these artist he- This new forc other impor- tant war devices aeroplane, the submarine, tractor, telegraph and torpedo, is a Yankee invention, and in the Division of Pictorial Publicity, Government poster makers, 1s found one of the most powerful weapons in the arsenal of Democracy, It 4s first @44 to <very war activity, roes meet at dinner at Keen's Chop fon,” @8 Gibson calls it And they eet it under his marvellous leader- ship. What Pershing is to the sol- diers, Gibson 1s to the artists, Under the cozy rafters, upstairs at the Chop House, with rare old prints, AS WN hy Made Place of Cheerby Its Fame Has Spread to the Trenches in France and Wounded Tommies Beg to Be Taken to This Haven, Where Mrs. Astor and Mrs. Phipps Personally Cheer Their Charges to Convalescence. By Helen H. Hoffman. (Spectal Correspondent of The Evening World.) Coprright, 1018, by the Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening Worlt), ONDON, March 18.—Something that money cannot buy, something i that Governments cannot legislate and something that the Wa Office would find it Impossible to make provision for, in its broad work, is the splendid atmosphere of cheer to be found in the big military hospital located in a corner of the great Waldorf Astor estate in England The fame of this hospital has reached to the very battlefields of France, and wounded men brought to other hospitals will often make so bold as to request that they may be removed to this superb place. Not that the men are dissatisfied with the attention they get else- essence of kindliness and patience; but somehow the long, sunny wards, with Mrs, Astor's wonderful smile and good natured banter with the m is different from the others, Then there is Mrs. Paul Phipps, too, Mrs. Astor’s sister, the younger of the beautiful Langhorne sisters of \ irginia, of whom Mrs, Charles Dana Gibson is the third. Some time every day, and Sunday as well, one or both of th visitors, by their presence at the hospital, help to wipe from memory the battleflelds and the physical pain} ————————— and suffering of the men who occupy | English society, are expressed in the the cots or sit on the long sun| hospital wards to such a degree tha porches recuperating. the men look forward with the keen- * To a visitor it would appear that|¢st interest to her daily visits. the daily programme of: the hospital] From cot to cot and from ward to was prearranged with the fdea of| Ward Mrs. Astor goes day making the men forget their troubles, | Visiting “her beys.” When I mentioned this to Mrs. Phipps she appeared surprised, every one of the most popular women tn LIT HREUTERDANL USN, VY HIMSELE: PawTinG Loan MURAL Foa SUB TREASURY -90 FT Long House, in 86th Street, to gain inspi-jcent works ornament the Custom ration, team work and “get Relig: | House; uch eminent {Ilustrators as called Mrs. Astor to a young soldier threading a big needle with sflk. “Embroidering this,” returned the youth, as ho held up a big black satin square. His leg had been bad- ly mangled in a trench accident. “I always told you you would make a good wife for some one,” said Mrs, Astor jestingly, as she ex- amined the satin pleco with pro- nounced admiration. At least half a dozen men were using a needle to equally good ad- vantage. At the bedside of one young soldier “Why, I suppose this is true,” she reflected. “I hadn't thought of {t.” So this was ft Quite as naturally as the sun shines, these two self- sacrificing women were going among the wounded men, making their days seem shorter, interesting themselves in their pastimes, their whims and their sufferings. Mrs. Astor's presence at the hos- pital has an electric effect. Viva- clous, considerate and sympathetic, qualities that have made Mrs, Astor where, for the English hospitals are bright and cheery and the nurses the| {1 “What are you doing to-day?” English War Hospital on Waldorf Astor Estate Mrs. Astorand Her Sister Mra, Astor lingered, at times stoop- |ing nearer to catch his whispered answer to her ontreaty for a eugges- | tion of something he might like to | have, The boy's pale face wore that ex- | pression of indifference of one who {has suffered much, “I don't care,” jit seemed to say. Hts right leg rested in @ huge framework affair. His was a bad surgical case, and at one time was pronounced hopeless. lowever, before his visitor took er leave, something of the spirit of Interest had fluttered back in. this | young soldier's consciousness, When irs. Astor left hig side the young “Yes, I have for- he said, “One an was smiling. gotten how to laug! does out there,” Passing through one of the long | wards, Mrs. Phipps paused at the bedside of a youthful soldier. He had arrived only two days before. | Physical pain was not written in the jWistful look he turned to Mrs, | Phipps, It was something that went | per. He had been two years in ne trenches, and men who have had this experience know something of th young man’s understanding. . Phipps gently drew her hand crosé his brow, Tears sprang to | 8 yes, “Is the pain so great?” asked Mrs. No, {t ain't the pain that hurts,” |returned the boy. “It's your kind- ness that hurts,’ r two years, Ivine this other . with death ever stalking at his side, with all the finer attributes of | life overshadowed by tho roar of suns and the ery of the wounded and the dying, this young man had at last been brought back to another world. Here sympathy stretched forth her hand, here kindness and thoughtfulness for the moment put out of his memory that hideous pic- ture of supreme human’misery and suffering. “It 1s wonderful what quick sym- pathy these men show for one an- other,” said Mrs. Phipps. “Only re- cently a young man—he was only twenty-four—was brought tn. He had been blinded in an explosion. His wife was notified. He had been married only two years. Somehow the rumor got about the ward that his wite and child were to visit him. “When she did arrive that after- noon @ hush fell over the ward. I know that the sympathy of every one of those men went out to that pretty young woman. She did not know that her husband had been blinded. “As she approached his cot—the moment seemed almost sacred, this meeting between these two young people—every man in the ward| turned his face, so that in this mo- ment of reunion and supreme trag- edy the young couple might be alone.” One of the wonderful temporary diversions at the hospital is a visit from an American band. The band, composed of fifteen pieces, {s made up of American boys representing several States in the Union. Every afternoon a concert {s given in the different wards, and the re- sponse from the men fs enough in itself to repay the musicians for their trouble, This band is one of the interesting departments of military life in Eng- land. At the beginning of the war it was employed by a well known American circus, touring at the time in Canada. The musicians took a vote. They offered the band to the Canadian Government. The offer was finally accepted, and since then thousands of men, listening to these attractive afternoon concerts, have been made to forget, for a time at least, the horrors of war. However, this {s the one dificult thing to accomplish for these men— to make them forget. A young soldier, wearing the blue hospital uniform, out for an after- noon stroll for the first time after @ long fllness, gazed with childlike wonder on the great green stretch of alley and the wooded hills be- yond. “That hill over there 1s just as steep as the one we charged when , DRAWN ESPECIALLY FO LLiow BY OBERHARDT Play bills and drawings covering the walls, these notables of international & reputation create the congenial at- “yn Halshy, , mosphere of the old English Tap Le x? Room days and establish a tradition mate Chandler Chetsty |i for New York art life, 7 R THE EVENING it HY } Ona | | | OT, WERSTER Down the long table you may pick | M. Ashe and Lieut out such prominent painters as E. H dahl, U. S. N,, marine spectalist; Blashfield, Kenyon Cox. Douglas | such poster geniuses as © arles Volk, George De Forrest Brush and! Fall, Adolph Tretdler hert- Joseph Pennell, etcher; Cass Gilbert, dan, Charles Livingston 1 and architect of the Woolworth Build-| Ilion; famous cartoonists, ach as tng; such sculptors as Paul Bartlett,|W, A. Rogers, J. H. Cassel, H. T. or Dante! C. French, whose magnifi-| Webster, Fontaine Ko R. M, Brink erhoff and Ray Rohn, together with hundreds of others, who haye re Gibson, Howard Chandler Christy, sponded to Mr, Gibson's call and who James Montgomery agg, Alonzo, labor without expense to the Govern- Kimball, Orson Lowell, Capt. Harvey | ment for the country rustic needs Dunn, Dean Cornwall, Capt, Wallace | in this cris! y Morgan, Capt. Gordon H, Grant,| The prom: e of urtists and George Wright, C. D. Willams, HE. jthe {mportance of their work has 7 i B. ernment o! Honry Reuter-| made the dinners celebrated, and the linvited guests include h t Gov- he s and clals, war speakers other famou Christy f the “Entertainment Commit always brings {n some hero, fresh from “over there,” to entertain the talent with stirring tales of personal experience, One| Friday it 1s Le tells of his escape from Germany after jumping through a window of a moving trat other times {t 1 Sergt. Guy Empey or the gallant French tor Lieut, Aten, or Lieut Warre, who mupt have trained gp — VICE CHAIRMAN FRANK 0. CASEY CH. BLASHRIELD WT, WEASTER TT Artists by ‘‘Themselves’’ WORLD hi iv RES Baa Mian ror iy eft Mr: they sent over the barrage of fire. That was some battle, let me tell you,” he went on, his voice growing more tense as the excitement of that day, the last one he had known in France, grew upon him. “He bas been here months,” {t was later ex- plained. “Suffering from shell shock,” It is largely for the benefit of such patients, suffering from shattered nerves, that a big recreation hall has been provided. Here entertain- ments are frequently given, and bill- fards, a graphophone, a reading room equipped with magazines and newspapers, and games of all sorts, lure men from their convalescent {dleness to interest in something apart from themselves, Some distance from the hospital| grounds, over splendid terraces and winding walks, where members of} royalty and the great men and wom-| on of England have been entertained in times long past, the path leads | down a woody incline to wonderful sunken gardens, hedged with splen- did foliage and flowers, | Fiagstones instead of floral beauty now serve as a bed for these sunken Ck Lis AZ mS B.FALLS AE-SHERIDAN > we 8. Waldorf Astor, Who Nurses | Wounded Tommies at Her Estate gardens, and under this flagging Me many young heroes who laid down , down thelr lives in the cause of free- dom. Marked on each flagstone is the name and date and regiment of the | man who gave his all in this world's | great battle for liberty. , From all parts of the earth these young heroes had come—Amertea, Australla, South America and Can- ada. “They died in the hospital,” ex plained Mrs, Phipps. “We thought it a nice Idea to have them rest here, and those whose families we have not been able to locate we may be able to find after the war.” A spring day calm hung over this beautiful spot, far removed from the roar of guns and the blind hate of the enemy sweeping on to her de- struction, Here all was peace and quiet. Some day soon the Fury will spend itself, and when that day comes, and the authors of this great | Crime look upon the vast destruction they have wrought, where {n all this great scene of desolation and hu- man misery will they find a peace and quiet for their haunted souls? and kach Other. Shertsac bird seed, the way be has flown for| France and painted aerial battles, O'Brien in telling his story re-| counts the amusing incident of how he procured a map to ald his escape In the presence of a German suard | who could speak English he and a fellow prisoner started a violent ar- gument as to the location of Heldel- berg. The fellow prisoner main- tained that Heldelberg was on the Rhine, O’Brien tnsisted that tt was }@ suburb of Berlin, ‘The guard, en- raged at their stupid ignorance of |German geography, tried to explain, but O'B8rfen and his pal stoutly ar- gued to the contrary, until the exas perated guard produced a map and showed them, ‘Then O'Brien stole the map. Last Friday night Sergt. Spent seven hundred hours over the Dean | Pat O'Brien, who] Lamb of the Royal Flying Corps, who! Sergt. “All ones, Lamb safd in conclusion, the good Germans are dead and offictally I have made elght good ones,” Ex-Premier Vaughn of Australla addressed the artists here, and Dan- fel C. French nearly fell off his seat with laughter when he referred to how we “fought for Liberty in William De L. Dodge, mural pain ter, 18 asked to tell why he hates the Germans, “When I was a little bay,” shouts Dodge, pounding the table, “my brother and I studied in G tr many, One hot day in June we went {to school without our coats, and the professor thrashed us for {t, And |then they ned my mother for not having us properly dressed," top of the German Ines, thrilled the poster makers with his experience of losing a toe 10,000 feet up fn the alr while bagging a Goth machine, the iGrat he brought dowa over Londen, he exclaims, work. of—What's {ts name, That had the ‘punch.’ I'll wager there was a war! Boing on in the neighborhood when {t was made.” By way of explaining & “punch,” he refers to H. T, Web- ster’s Lincoln's Birthday cartoon, Robert Bridges, well known par agrapher, then livens the proceed: ings with remarks on the « “Get spirit into your Look at the Winged Victory cootie” of this war being the “grayback” of Civil War days under a new alias, jAnd, speaking of ‘cooties,"” gays | Bridges, “I was at a gathering of \poets (m laughter) and heard jJohn Mase hock the gathering by reciting, “The sreatest things in war are these—to very fow fle " favorite war poem. the soldiers also that t like sob stuff, and sing, “Oh, grave, ing; om lng lingt® ts ath, Charles B, Falls, whose simple} poster, the soldier laden with books, | brought the soldiers more reading matter than all of the Carnegie millions could buy, 18 forced to teil how he did tt } between speec urges “to draw until tt h “We've got ta belo win this Het por on's abrupe > a great sem