The evening world. Newspaper, August 6, 1918, Page 10

j i i ae TUESDAY, AUGUST 6 Misers of Fiction Beaten | by Odd, Real Life Cases _ CY AW KY \\ IN ( 180 Si no \ \\ Right Here in New York Reading of Mrs. Annie Sisler of Jersey City, Who Starved to Death Despite lier Hoarded $115,000, Recalls Strange Cases of New York Men and Women Who Loved Gold So Much Better Than Life That They Sacrificed the One for the Other. | WW": explanation can be given of that {nstinct, born fn us all, which ARE ALSO WEARING NICE SENSrBLE CAPE BRFECT OF, FUR AND VEWVET in constantly recurring instances that find thelr way into the news demonstrate the surprising manifestations of gold hunger How may the psychologists account for the remarkable perversion of char-| acter wrought by the magple desire to hoard wealth tn the face of untold) suffering, self-imposed squalor and the blunting of every normal desire of the human soul for happiness and comfort? ‘These old questions are raised again by the death on Sunday in Jersey City of Mrs. Annie Sisler, who slowly starved herself to a squalid end in! her home at No. 262 Jackson Avenue, yet who had nearly $100,000 worth | : of bonds in a deposit box and $15,000 credited to her in three banks, She! ! had lived the life of a recluse for ten years and a week ago she vanished |‘ altogether. H Sunday, neighbors who had watched the drawn blinds of the old woman's house and had seen them remain down for days on end, notified the police. They breke into Mrs. Sisler's home, groped thelr way awe! somely through the dust covered and echoing hallways and finally foun4| the woman, just breathing, on a bed in the midst of a littered accumula: ! tion of years. She died before she could be removed to the hospital. other So another instance of the miscr'’s| death—typical of every one that has been recorded, Withdrawal from the world, a shutting of blinds and cur- tains against fancied, prying eyes, last hours spert in God knows what) insane communion with the hoarded| gold and finally death—this is the typical history of that strange mental malady we call miserliness. Some-| times the details of the miser’s life are more bizarre than ordinary; oc- gasionally violence or self-imposed death put a period to the miserable life of the hoarder, but in the main the gloomy record of the case runs its course in form, in a human voice, When they rushed, through the unlocked doors they found Mary Kull beaten unconscious. When sufficiently to| : sho recovered rise to her feet she pawed under one! of the plles of newspapers and pro duced $8,000, which the robber had failed to find after knocking her into] insensibility A short time after that the neigh-! bors once more looked fearfully at the door of Mary Kull's room. A dolorous caterwauling sounded from behind the sprung panels, Untouched milk bottles had accumulated before! the door, H When a policeman was called and HAREM VEIL = GAnas AND A HOT VELVET HAT FOR SUBWAY WEAR. A Dickens would have leaped to put iF Nou down in imperishable prose the inc!- he put his shoulder to the ancient heed 48 door to crash it in a grisi ght URS, dent of the death of Mary Kull over! confronted him. Mary Kull lay reel PCHOROG on Third Avenue, Brooklyn, @ few) on the floor, all about her, cats, Cats, /ABRANGE» years ago—of Mary Kull and her} stood with arched back and distended! /460T. OF hungry-eyed cats. Here are the bare pot lego the shabby huddle of = Vis ict) Since 1877 the bent little old woman| tween the policeman's legs AIR OUT a pe had lived alone in a squalid tenement | food. HIS HIG? NO oF ; Seventy thousa P 4 et iG NIAGARA at No. 743, which she owned, together | «ora1 of tI TAU WOIAAG RELA Ge VEIL PREVENTY FRECKLES with another on Firat Avenue. Car-| “Consider the case of Carl Scunidt, Pel AE NG EH: pets there were none, nor furniture other than a rickety old bed and a battered kerose stove with a single the Bowery lodger, who died at sev- enty-elght worth 80. For a long time the mysterious old + By Will B. Johnstone man had lived at No. 262 I e \ burner. Sho carried what little food] paying “16, cents a might fe ane OW that the thermometer has;fashion they accepted the weather she bought back to her rooms in old} Lica room he } He spoke had a rush of mercury to the| prediction as true for once, mistak- pshelgaairare ; with no one; ed to do noth- ; newspapers, which she never threw| [oh oo one: he seemed to do noth- head, the fur scason 1s oMcially |{ng the forecast of a hot wave for away; they were stacked in greasy reams from floor to ceiling. But though sho permitted little but crackers and cheese to pass her own ips, old Mary Kull spent precious pennies for milk to feed her cats. More than a dozen cats she kept con-, were in rags an of thelr torn sh One day he could not get up from hiy cot and an ambulance carried him to Bellevue. When Dr, Ruttledge| everything can be considered {deal started to apply a stethoscope to his for persiste erspiration. breast to test his heart strength hel, -” > nt perspiration. Some of fourd a packet wrapped about with! the smart set nearly lost thelr social his toes peoped out! opened. ‘The Weather Bureau an- ;nounces no relief in sight, and the Subway Sun 1s still shining, so “dog days.” There was no mistake about yes- terday’s humidity, so the fur wea ing beauties came out without fear of reproach, Avenue reeked of camphor balls as the dirty back yard behind to fight/every nook and yowl o' nights, and cranny of his clothes! tees In the shade. In their {mpetu- and when she) ther packages of money were dis-|ous desire to be in advance of the |forged. The total was $3,380, and it shapely shoulders, and many a per and carmine ilps, | washout. jand stantly about her; they swarmed to beat hewspapers next to the beggarly|standing last week by appearing in| fur clad dowagers fanned themselves | the roof of the tenement and down to| contained twerve #100 ie woke’, sable capes when it was only 96 de-| with muffs. Collarettes bloomed on| WILL HELP KEEP YOU HALF SUFFOCATED + SUMMER FURL FOR MOUR DOG AS: WELL AL YOURSELF. BEWG Dowe not alone in the field as fashlonable | fireless cookers this ties of sweaters are seen with spots r.|of Maltese cat fur to prevent any | ventilation Riverside Drive at Fifth | stitches. aC fect make-up, including beauty spots | 2426 ie Xoy SANT PERSPIRE ANY OTHER WAY~ A TGHY COWAR Wil MAKE YOU Look VERY UN COMFORTABLE Is was a Semviere It was noted that summer furs are | @Ps. season. Varie- | by suffocatingly 2 are veils caused These are 90d looking. Then the fon conduces to a Turkish bath in sweltering cascades How to Keep Warm in Summer IF YOU HAVE NO SMOTHERY FURS TO BROIL IN, THOSE CHOKY VEILS THE WOMEN WHILE YOU BAKE Battered Out of Recognition, Smoke and Flame A eR ET Se 1 fi we « "s 1918 AT TUESDAY, AUGUST 6, ‘How the Blucher Was Sunk — | In the Dogger Bank Battle, |War’s Big Naval Engagement Pouring From Her, Abandoned to Her Fate by the Other German Warships She Still Wow Not Surrender—A Torpedo Finishe d Her—The Inferno That Was Her Doom Described by an English Sub-Lieutenant in His War Book “The Sub,” by “Taffrail.” By Marguerite Mooers Marshall 1015, by The Presa Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World,) Copsriaht SEAT in the dress circle before the roaring, flaming panorama of one of the few real naval engagements of this landsman’s war, a vivid description—obviously from an eye-witness— of the Dogger Bank battle between English and German squadrons of heavy cruisers, is the unique feature of one of the very few sea books of the war, “The Sub,” by “Taff- rail.” The explanatory sub-title of the book is “The Auto- biography of David Munro, Sub-Lieutenant, R. N,,” and the pseudonym “Taffrail” covers a man in active ser- vice with the British Navy in the North Sea. It was from the deck of a destroyer that young % ag (F worn at half-mast, and it is to be ob- dropped| served that the silk stocking battal-, still can't | thelr hose run straight up the back! |The harem veil is of Turkish style| of the leg, even when the limb ts! built like a slat. Trailing hat draperies of chiffon | summer furs, why not start at the over | ankles? You cant STAND FUR AROUND > Your NECK = ay LEAST SARRY VTP ON YOUR ARM = si David Munro had the luck to see the conflict between ‘7’. “Ear sir David Beatty's squadron and a group of Boche battle cruisers, three of which were severely injured and probably set on fire, while the B The British cruisers Lion, ‘Tiger, Princess Royal, New Zealand and In- ;domitable had to begin the fight with ja long, hard chase after the Moltke, ithe Blucher, the Seydlitz and other | heavy German ships and the engage- ‘ment finally started about sixty miles | | from the German naval bases. Slowly the Germans, sailing In a ‘ [single line of three heavy ships, with ‘1a number of light cruisers and a flo- | | tilla of destroyers to starboard, were joverhauled, There were trial shots ; |from the Lion, Sir David Beatty's Iflagship. ‘Then at lucher was sunk ou ty green. Men burned to death; men were blinded, scalded and mutt- were lated, while others huddled together in dark safety. But even Jectiles sought them out from limb poor wretches who pe e them limb ed were the shed outright. and luck It was a holocaust he air pressure caused jheavy e | flung loose and fro | fresh and by the spaces fittings to them into projectiles. and converted dangerous and a the girls may Ankles are still make the seams of! If we must have wept abroad, which was rarely, a grave processoin of gaunt tabbie: tagged at the bedraggled hem of her skirts, * Once some of the tenants heard a frightful screaming coming from Mary Kull’s rooms at night—screaming of cats and shrill. agonized calls for help |was discovered Schmidt had’ $50,000 on deposit in various banks. Duncan J. MacRae was a young architect in the early seventies, Just starting in his profession, He was desptrately in love, His sweetheart scorned him after plighting her troth becauso he did not have sufficient money, and she married a man who ad, OUR MOTTO: “E Pluribus Strappus” or, “United We Stand” From that day Duncan MacRae LATER EXTRA Subway Su a THE WEATHER: Local Congestion, With Refreshing Express Jams +A Suilolebuta Little gave himself madly to money-making. Ho denied himself every Edited by ARTHUR (BUGS) BAER Thing, to Man by Heaven Lent” HE nurse smoothed the sick wom- an’s pillow, “Any news?” asked the pa- withdrew from socicty, shunned his! best friends and cautiously played the game of Wall Street, Because he d voted himself with the energy of mad man to stock gambling, he won— he won tremendously, But when he had a fortune, loneli- ness overwhelmed him, and he put a THE STRAPBOROUGH BANQUET vivisection was a unanimous success, There were seats for 200 people tient, gas tube into his mouth and died ina} @2d over 1.235 were present, Six to a seat ain't so bad, The doctor} squalid room at No, 23 Dominick The Head Keeper of the Strapborough Detention Works tossed off says you are very| Street While Little Sister of Woman @ speech which was enjoyed by the rest of the gucsts also. ill, madam.” “I know, He soup was being gargled on the mezzanine floor, 1,234,000 strapites thinks I am to : tangled themselves up into a fine dish of spaghetti down in the “H." die,” Warrior Wants to Be During the fish course in the hanging esplanade over sixty poor fish And then Anna Held smiled, and the idea of death was robbed of all | is sting ut wasn't a smile of fainted below, Olives were next rushed out upstairs in the Venetian glades, while the fatheads In the detention tubes were eating fried elbows, During a@ lull in the food barrage a chorus of subway guards sang the “Jitney Miser from the opera “Il! Strapatore.” Nobody under- a Soldier, Too. AMERICAN, Russian no," {s all| the dja Frolkova | but she means| every word of it.| wal can speak, Z bravado, but| agg Nadja, as you! Stood ‘em, but the sentiment was excellent, At least 3,000 birds rather one of| ‘| may know, ts| SWooned downstairs in the “H” trying to see the backs of their own genuine cheerful- | | the little sister necks, ness. It was the | of Mme. Boteh- | Cheese was next served, which was singularly appropriate smi! , 7 o 1 = nanenree BL that has karova, In case! The next course was sardines, What could be sweeter? They are e ittle French actress e | 2,098,652 a with the fench actress ever | you don't re-| our national bird and a noble reminder to the guests that 2,098,652,000 since she became bedridden from a member the Ma- b dine il din the “H.” Aina allaved Ge theek acinntiats 42 Peet meaty uman sardines were milling around in the be incurable, And when her condition | pag : After ice cream and cigars were flatwheeled out, each guest was laut whe made @is complicated by the appearance of h ' presented with a souvenir in the shape of a silver strap, All the in- bronchial pneumonia her bc ne self famous mates of the banquet then departed in the limousines for a one-arm restaurant, y but her face show by d, she smiled and | still smiles. | racked with p: none of it. I leading the] Russian Battal. | rs ion of Death. It The subway anthem was played throughout the banquet while the Her cheerfulness is marvellous, | 4 “HM said the physician, “It is prolong a 0 ing to be the sister of so! 1,234,000 boneskulls in the “H" stood up in disrespectful attention. her lif noted a person, und Nadja is busy} It was a fine banquet and more guests would have been there if Anna Heid’s illness is a sermon for | Just Now learnir be a soldier they hadn't tried to get there on the subway ’ all humanity. No spoken word could | 0" her own a is only six. | drive home #0 eloquently the less | tenn years old, but can do —_— teaches as does her sm Trouble | her bit with the S.R.O. has her in t cunnot The camp whe Russia . saqeeze from Y practising ‘ws right" lies ‘Anna Held « rmi her | far from Wast on the historic | ‘There was a big bust-up among the standengers on a Bronx slocal ghance fo me gait We. greBt OUE | ation t to know | yesterd There were onl¥ 345,000 straps to 876,099,877 strappengers Gnderaces tortures almost ina Hi . the need| The mob milled around in circles and got their elbows all scrambled able and yet she packs up her trouble e thinks thel up. You might call it a standpede in her old kit bag and smiles, smiles, | 1)" 4 t ? ane Bee fens | alee moh 1 oicest’ Russian tha on is the peer of all cities, 8. R. 0. A brave, pitiful the truth of the ry A smile is but a little thing, eo ample is she of Wa It is so unlike Petrograd, she says no Bolsheviki, no ¢ | toying with ‘their favorite gins: ne fear of 4 And, besides, Mii that “Ll Ameri Guard No, 677,234% was awarded the Iron Strap for jamming 45,005 attapitos into onc car. We wore out cl@en shoo horns and 2,890 passengers doing the job. But he got ‘em in, Guard No, Me. Our banquet celebrating the opening of the new “IH” system of | | p y u | wom, 8. R. 0. Our effort to boost our subway atmosphere from 5 to 6 cents re- % is a guard of the old school who wears suspenders and spends his days off studying ‘the scientific packing of sardines. sulted in a fine young squawk from our clients. air is the richest‘and most expensive stuff in the tournament. everything into our atmospherical chowder, from old boots to rhinoce- We wish ubway mismanagement It i whiskers, wouldn't mix the broth. ros very nutritious. 0. 8 Rn. PRETTY SOFT JOB, P the lu heard this ch hour he his evidently unat- friend “Judging from the utensils about how | 1 been workin'| him," remarked the professor, “this mummy must have been an Egyptian Jays already plumber," “Good job?" “Wouldn't it be interestin ida “swell romantic young lady, “if we could “When do you hafter get to work?" | bring him to life?" “Any time I want to." | “Interesting, but a bit risky,” re “Aw, go-wan! Whatcha tryin’ to do,| turned Prof, X, “Somebody might lar have to pay him for his time,’ “Nope. Ic'n go to work any time | Browning’s Magazine, elt t, just so I ain't no later | wan han o'clock."—Cleveland Plain TENDER MEMORIES. all | “Shut that door!” yelled the rough _— - [man “Where were you raised, in a KNEW THE LOCATION, barn The man addressed meekly SW AGee RTT ESATO neal and silently complied, but the speaker, HREE the measles and was a real sick Mt His anxious grand- rer bent over him and asked sym- tieally ‘an't you tell grandmamma where | ou feel bad?" Without a moment's hesitation lit- Sydney answered: M4 “Wight here in bed,"—Indianapolis |; boy A UNSAFE EXPERIMENT. The party of tourists were wi tion between the office | Prof. X as he exhumed the wrapped body of an a | looking at served that he was in tears, over to his victim, he apologized, “On, come, shouldn't take it to heart because 1| asked if you were raised in a barn,” “That's other man, nd it makes me homesick every time he it, Too many straps spoil him They forget that our We put that our patients atching nt Egyptian, a moment later, ob- Going said soothingly, you that’s it,” sobbed the “I was raised in a barn, havoc caused by that projectile. ine nearly a ton of metal filled with high explosive dropping almost per- | pendicularly on sticky countenances of the wilted fair) tears its way through the steel plat- and assist the feminine draft dodg- Ostrich-like | think that becau ing ag if it were brown paper, pene- | trating far below, bursts and spreads their faces are all| death and di swathed up the rest of the picture 1s; concealed. Not so. plunging, the very heart of a vessel. | “The range was gradually closing as our superiority in speed made it-| self manifest, and very soon after- |, {ward all three of our leading battle/ cruisers chimed in. same moment the enemy also opened The enemy fared much worse. Moltke was Seydlitz hit many times, and the un- happy Blucher ghastly fire the interior of her hull into a inferno and a hideous charnel house of mangled dead and dying and riven | steel.” Her destruction is vividly described by the author of ship's e and the ship was plunged into} decks and penetrated stokeholds the coal in the bunkers was hurled about and set room blazing Sister Susie Is Making Smokes for Soldiers “Taffrail,” “a gun fired and there was| Heavy steel watertight doors were {no splash at all; but in its stes | wrenched off their hinges and bent, | flicker of deep red flame and a small/and through the inferno the badies ; cloud of black smoke from the last! of the living and dead were hurled jship in the hostile line, the ill fated! from side to side like leaves in an } | Blucher, autumn gale, Some were battered to “I could well picture the awful) death against stecl bulkheads, others Imag-|were fiung to a more ghastly fate amid the whirling machinery, But the Blucher still fought gallantly on, until at last the very stokers bad to |be told off to supply the ammuni- |tion to her guns. “Battered out of recognition, with a heav# list and the smoke and flames from her, was reeling about blind man, while her friends had gone on and left her to her fate, Even some of the red her with their We could see the and bursting tn. a ship's deck. It) ruction everywhere, A long range fire searches out pouring helplessly like a stroyers pe ittle 4-Inch guns. shell driving home And at much the| Splashes of vivid orange and scarlet |flame and clouds of yellow and black |smoke, She blazed furiously, and a fire. I don’t recollect seeing one of} our ships hit during this period of the \ fight,’ layer of dense smoke, glowing om its The the under fires, side from the glare of many hung over her like a funeral pall, But, beaten and battered though “had ‘undergone a/she was, she would never surrender, had converted | and through the haze which enveloped zing| her we could see the flashes of some ot her guns as they still fired im mittently, And they went on firing to the bitter end.” A torpedo finished the Blucher. One hundred and twenty-three of her men were picked up from the water into which they had flung them- selves, and the British halted their work of rescue only when a German Taube flew overhead and began drop- ping bombs, apparently convinced that British wounded were being picked alight. In the engine | up. bursting projectiles scattered| “The Sub" is published by George oil in flames of blue and Doran Company, badly hammered, which The at} “The Sub.” dynamos were destroyed Shells their falling from the way through the even to the| bursting, while | tore ' before H H pation for a lady.” Now it is just the natural order of things. Connecti- cut tobacco growers find these girl workers fully up to the job, and are incrensing their number steadily. The girls say that every soldier shel! hear @n ass bray,”—Boston Tran- if they thelr way, . ri p= his smoker, GIRLS WORKING ON TOBAC PLANTATION @Qinv Pam SER . ERE are a few of Uncle Sam's patriotic nieces, stringing tobaecp leaves in a drying shed on a tobacco plantation near Hartford, Conn, A year or two ago that would have been thought “ a strange oceu-