The evening world. Newspaper, August 9, 1918, Page 9

+ short pants his father FRIDAY, AUGUST 9, 1918 . The “Sand Man” at Coney Is Kept Busy - These Hot S Everybody Sleeps but Mother; Making Beds Finding Where Izzy Isn’t—The Sleep Castaways Pajamas, or “As Is,’’ Under Their Shirts in By Hazel What are the wild Know No Caste and Whether They Snore in Silk They Find the Edge of the Ocean’s Bed More Comfortabie Than Their Own —Until They Have to Shake the Sand From the Morning. V. Carter Copyright, 1918, by The Prom Publishing Co, (The New York Zrening Work.) waves saying, Sister, dear, t6 me? “Make your bed on the Coney sands— And fool the Mercur-ee.”” S SAID the Wild Waves to 238 beach enthusiasts at Coney Island last night—238 by actual count, not excavating promiscuous arms and | legs that stuck up out of sandpiles or small sand dunes that marked | the burial place of babes. ‘The night started at 8.30 when the ete parked thdir automobiles and unpacked their suitcases, and when Mrs. Rosenblum spread out seven newspapers for the seven Little Rosen bude to sleep on, and sald: “Mok schnell! Get on in the water und take a bath like what you did last year. For the Coney Island slumber party, with the thermometer in town at 91, knows no caste distinctions. Millionaires forsook Fifth Avenue mansions and brought their silk pa- james in their cars. Newlyweds deserted their snug three-in-one- yoom apartments and brought ther- mos bottles, Old men sneaked away from their 25 cent elevated railroad view stalls and brought their corn- cod pipes, Ghetto mothers fled their tenements and brought thetr kids. One of the most conspicuous rariy- to-beds was Miss Welicia Van-Some- body-or-Other. Miss Felicia's father took down his suspenders, removed his collar and snored contentedly after his long day at the grocery store, but Miss Felicia made a more elaborate undress rehearsal, She combed out her long Titian curls under the nearest are light and hiding behind a too-siender lamp post, hid herself from a group of watchfully- waiting jackies and slipped on a yel- low silk negligee and tied her boudoir bonnet under her chin. Then she sank down gracefully on the sands and slept—like she imagined Sleeping Beanty pulled it off. Men, for the most part, weren't #0 particular, Usually they threw up a young bill of sand for a pillow, and to the merry music of the merry-go- round, they “hit the sand”—as ‘twere. Now and then, arguments arose over the ownership of family lots. “Hey! That's my plot!” a bewhisk- ered Abie abjected, coming back with four ice cream cones to @ place where @ Giuseppi was laying out four little Giuseppis, “Where's my fambly?" “You're @ liar!” yelled Giuseppi, “I maka dese beds myself—1 gotta my own four bambinos"—— Abie glared over the sleeping herds and then spied something far in the distance. It was a lot with four lit- tle mounds, on which rested four curly black heads. He homeward dripped his ice cream coney By 9.30 most all of the all-nigh had turned in. ters Brooklyn seemed to segregate itself from Manhattan and the Bronx from Harlem, while the east side was neutral, They pillowed their heads on the feet of Harlem- B “ How T. P. Shonts Go right Bo The fact that they fooled the mercury was proved at sunrise, when the Sheehans and the Cohens untangled themselves from the same blanket, and also the fact that Bill Smith, a Harlem conductor, woke up to find he had rheumatism instead of his erstwhile blanket. But it was a gay night—at that. ites and piflowed their feet on the heads of the Bronx—with absolute impartiality. A Brooklyn mother returned from the telephone to bring to her four children this glad good news: “Father says it’s suffocating on Fulton Street and we're to stay out till a cool wave comes,” The kids did a war dance for de- light and took their balloons soda-pops to bed with them. The joy yells of Witching-Wavers and the barks of Fast-Nickel-Grab- bers tm nowise disturbed the beach sleepers. In spite of the noise and the banana peels, many preferred the avenues between concessions to brav- ing the danger of the rising tide. The more extravagantly inclined hired beach chairs and tucked in their chil- dren, Little babies slept peacefully under the rattling tracks of the Giant Coaster and were wafted off to dream- land by the soft lullaby of the merry- go-round, When the last silhouette af a magic- curler maid in limousine was blotted out by the dimning Hghts of Luna his sleep to the last shot from the Clay Pigeon Shooting Gallery, sleep fell over Coney. \ Only the patrols of the cop and the regular rising of Mrs. Rosenblum to call the family roll disturbed the slumbers, “Izzie! Jake! IssabeNa! Ivan!” she called, and down the long line of mounds she felt the smooth-shaven lite heads to make sure that none of them had rolled into the surf. Every one responded but Izzie, “So sound be sleeps, my Izzie,” Mra. Rosenblum would say, and pat bis smooth and shavy head. But Iasle slept on, When the first slant of the hour- ahead-of-schedule sun looked out on | Coney this morning, it looked upon } What seemed to be a film version of | “Washed Agbore by the Angry | Waves," or “Just After the Battle, Mothe Prostrate figures dotted the sands from Brighton to Coney and looked like humans shot down igly or in two8—or washed ashore in great and tangled groups, | The cop was doing @ little alarm clock act. Mrs. Rosenblum heard him first, kalo,” she began, “lzzie, Jake, Is- ia, Ivant" Issabella and Ivan, slept on. Mrs, Re um bent over him and |then jumped back with a scream, | “It ain't my Izzie a-tall wailed, “and to think I've bs ing with that little Irishmg | It was a gay night—a ys t His Start on a Farm in the Corn Belt, HEODORE (for PERRY) SHONTS was one of the bright- P. T State of Iowa—and you know how smart an Appa- noose County had to be to be counted one of Ap panoose County's ‘brightest boys.” To get to Ar noose you chang from the to the Keokuk expres then local and Hippywatomie, and then you're not at Appanoose yet the guard misinformed you, But Theodore P. (for Perry) didn’t get to Appanoose County that way, Oh, no! Appanoose County ts in the corn- belt. When Theodore was still in used to take btm on the wagon seat for the drive to town, They passed practically an unbroken succession of standing corn, ‘The bright little lad used to count the they passed and multiply est boys in Appanoose County, | boy| paeesn take a shuttle to} |the number of rows north and south |y the number of rows east and west, thus arriving at the grand total of the number of growing: corn stalks between the old farm and tho county | seat, He was very quick at figures, Also Theodore noticed how close |—how very close the kernels of Jcorn stood on the ear — how wded they | were, in short That gave him Jan idea which Jone time was to make him a ge- nius, If so many kernels could stand on the car, how many people in 4 subway car could stand on each See how simple yet gub- tle was the reasoning of this bright boy of Appanoose! Of course he became an account- ant; but that was a long, long time ago. Now he's figuring on how many people in 4 subway car, &o, ther's ear? | aud) and Mike O’Halleran had jumped in; \S SWS \\) \\ N \ A), < Ay ‘ \\' \ \ \\ \ Re "od + Coney Island- - yp “Pah. pah = you forgot your der. by ia My a sheet but fr, the back window thereby cheating Luna Park out an customers & Dut Miss Felicia made a more elaborate undress rehersal, ” Sleeping under the Giant Goaster ummer Nights) "Yost Any Warm Night at “The Island’’ OUR MOTTO: “E Pluribus Strappus” or, “United We Stand” LATER EXTRA Subway Sun THE WEATHER: Fresh From the Oven, Edited by ARTHUR (BUGS) BAER She Is on the Job|YOU’LL SEE SIGHTS LIKE THESE, FOR THE ONE OBJECT OF THOSE WHO SEEK THE BEACH IS TO GET “A BREATH” OF AIR AND A LITTLE SLEEP. U shoe horns. the slocal for Stall Street, Lock of elbows to the right. K shuttle on your head. tle, as it is built upside down. We don't know the reason, either be commuted for good behavior. crooked stile must have lived in the subway. tain pen that won't work Influence doesn’t count Every elbow in the subway /s equal even if it ain't free, up a few eight-day clocks while sitting out the next dance, Ask a guard what schedule, You can always find a guard in the subway. It's the gaudiest atmosphere w rquawk about the alr. sterilized by the famous Fromash de Brie system. HOW TO GET NOWHERE ON THE JOLTBOROUGH. PTOWN astrapvengers withing to escape downtown will arm, ‘emselves with a yard of exemption blanks and a battery of Rattle into the subway at Crush Avenue and take because it won't. It ain't that kind of a shuttle, works like @ butterfly with turpentine on its ears and joggle into the ‘That's the right way to travel in the K sbut- Transfer from K shattle. The ¥ shuttle is very appropriately named, The usual term in the ¥ shuttle is four bours, but sentence shuttle eae care 0 bust out of Jail than a subway : FOR TWO MEN. can LONG with chapter where they buzz you why porcupines have quills. If a station happens to stop near your train, get out and have your elbows boned nd @ new brake band put in your temper. Follow the crowd through a couple of imillion corridors and then dash through six more corridore icy @ war tax, Pick out a little strappenger and bust him for a goal Blow @ police whistle, and have yourself yanked for tossing off Gat of at Wick Btation acd Join the ara alscollieg without} franchise. Don't wait for the new Z sbuttle to open, a ae fae es 4 ee ine and stake you to a ride, which ecteraerundia ae a shuttle system. If the Judge waives your Jail sentence providing that you will go back in the shuttle and behave, turn him down cold. Take the hoosegow sentence. It’s easier PAIR OF TROUSERS BIG ENOUGH | SAVE YOUR OLD JAR®& AND GLASSES FOR CANNING. Limp up the nearest flight of steps Geivad: Merk mete Bei se ad ub canning and preserving ree aad take your cholce of eleven corridors and sixteen turnstiles. The tablishment, which has made piles ee apap oleae yet crooked little man who went @ crooked mile up @ crooked path to a thousands of gar-| nation-wide growth eee Our corridor system mente, there oame| den movement, und the dem naa ie was designed by a spaghetti bender who cut his tecth on a corkscrew. recently an order) ginas ¢ i Gees Sat A Me had just taken out bis second citizenship papers, which is a re- for a palr of| cation Wtaethev ental ce tt m.nder that no man is really a citizen of the U. S. until he has a foun- trousers whow di-| manufacturers. Housewives who did mensions made) not lay in a supply in advance uy After enlisting in the subway don’t try to pull any political wires. the workers | 19 find it difficult to secure contair any more than a busted adding machine. ly gasp, Th e/Old jars and glasses may be used f Scamper into eddie ae ms and no Kood con a torrent of rubber heels flowing in the opposite direction and wind in] thieh 44 ih ap A of any kind should be thrown | ' |away, as they represent not only al knee, 33 in; In-) moans to save 1, but also a say time the next riot is due on the atrocity seam, 29 in, and! ing of boa din an vets He hasn't any out-seam 44 in, | shipping Muabte more chance of escaping than you. Don't complain about the weather. Six yards 9 f| ~~ can pick up secondhanded, Don't cloth, 30 in. wide,| A STUDENT OF HUMAN NATURE It's filtered through yards of whiskers and was required to] "W rive me ust of bread an’ Why should you make this article | * siniv) il tix vou op a nies lance claim that our subway air is no good? We get it fresh from the oven apparel, and) put why a every day. If you don't like the rfot you are riding in, Just page a transfer to another ballyhoo. Grapple a bouquet of straps and elbow your +nelghbor until he pulls out his natura) history book and ogles thie. ’ when it was com- pleted two ordinary-sised men were able to get into it at once, ‘The gar. | Mishty seid ment was made for a man living in|,” cup of water. the Middle West.—Popular Mechanics, ‘Telesrapa. substantial?” to give m Pitteviegh “I'm a student of human narure dy what's ta crust an Chro didn't you ask for something It's lele \y ww A FRIDAY, AUGUST 9, 1918 Ordinary Tepid Bath Best for Your Health, Says Mrs. Vernon Castle Skin Must Be Simply Clean, Not Robbed of All Its Secretions by Prolonged and Oft- Repeated Soak- ing and Rubbing—General Rules for Good | Health. 8 to bathing—there are many mistakes made. A don’t treat of ewimming. That is purely exercise and, to my mind, the most enjoyable and beneficial exercise of all. But health baths and deauty baths—what a lot of what the men cali “bunk’ there is about them. There ts the cold bath, for instance. Positively, I don’t believe that half of the people who descant upon the virtues of the cold bath ever took one. To me and, I am sure, to the average woman, the cold bath is a severe shock and a painful discom- fort. Such a thing cannot be bene- ficial, for sensations of discomfort are but nature's warning that we are doing things we ought not to do. A tepid bath is comfortable, rest- ful and thoroughly enjoyable to) every physical sense, Therefore, it is good for one. Sometimes—under | conditions which suggest it—a hot | bath ts good, but hot baths, often repeated, are unquestionably weak- ening. You ean easily feel that, #0 you do not need to be told it, I always take a teptd bath, letting the water run off to cold until it begins to chill me, then I hop out, That, | in my opinion, is the only sensible bath, ‘Too much bathing tsn't good, any- Under this head I way The skin must be simply clean not robbed of its secretions by | prolonged and oft-repeated soaking | and rubbing, White dancing, I have usually taken two baths daily, but | the second one was almost merely a quick wash—usually Just a moment under a tepid shower, Women who bathe twice or thrice with queer In the | water and medicated soaps and ther-| 4 wore atl the normal exercise 1 mometers to measure extremes of} ooulg take, What I lacked only was temperature are doing themselves 00] rnovement in the open air. ‘There- good and, I think, a lot of harm. And] sre 1 have always ridden ho Turkish bata! Gractous, what] or motored for at least an hour a abominations! [ took one once at one| gay while dancing. When I am not of the fashionable hotels where Many | ganoing, I flex the muscles of my women go for them, and I had to take | jegy and arma, while Lam in the bath, a room in the hotel and stay for the | and usually have a good, brisk walk night. 1 was exhausted, dievusted | in the course of the day, not too and positively fll. soon after eating. Here are the The “hot room" of a Turkish bath | simple rules which I would suggest very nearly approaches my idea of} to the average the most fitting form of eternal pun Bat less than your neighbor, ishment, And could anything be! Drink moderately of water, little of unhygienic? Ugh, it positively | wines and not at all of spirituous now to think of it liquors, sitting ‘round in unnatural! Have one hour every day, in the and smelly heat, looking at each|open air, at some sport which you other's nakedness, breathing mutual jenjoy, and go at it briskly enough to 1 oozin* thelr} make your breath come fast, daily, powders woman: more makes me iil poople body emanations, healthful str t through their Keep your body clean and com. pores in buel of perspiration! ortable. 1‘ Avoid doctors, beauty specialia Rules for Good Health. eorgetlones anh al ne | He 0 a be senald| I have always found, when filling] ho hapny n° Sensible and try to dancing engagements, that I got in| (Copyright 1918, by the Boll Syndicate, Ine,)+ A Message Home to Mother From a Wounded Lad in France By Martin Green (Special Correspondent of The Evening World,) PARIS, July 10 [he said. “It went through me nose, cuts off the e strike me helmet and drops on me hand, and it was still hot when I picked it up. After 1 get fixed up I asks the doctor to sive me a certificate that I was able to go back and fight, but he wouldn't MET this New York lad in a base Mn town far back of th 8. »pped me on a street cx ner with the information that he had ween |do it, ‘They wanted to send me home. ne in the camp of the old New York) “1 come over tor the duration of sotn on St. Patrick's Day he war, Before L enljsted I was a‘ tines T seen you last,” he sald,|dock foreman on the North River, vith simple directness, “I've had me/it's all fixed up that I am going to which was strik ft eye shot out” help unload the ships at one of our apparent, “But,” the Haverty | ports. What I would like you to do,” Lb ' th] Went on the Haverty boy, “is t n, “can still wink with y write went on, “I can n your paper 1 Wasn't killed no lids. and that 1 still a 1 eye, and onatrated his ability In that] I'm going to stay over here until we nd confided that he was} clean up guys that shot me eye in and confided i ut. I used to live 4 At 42d Street and th Avenue and my folks live there but I don’t hear from them, and 1 never was a letter writen Will you do that?" ) be equipped with an artificial would be so far a8 appearance goes, AS probably as} yet he orb which had been blown away, Herewith ts fulfilment of my pledge “Let me show you something,” /tnat 1 would. As I said before, his uddenly ejaculated the Haverty boy, /name Is not Haverty—I wish I could Hoey ete hand into @ trousers|remember the name exactly, 1 ramming bia ba thought [I could, and didn't put it kot—and I felt certain that he was) down, but this is notice to an old lady bout to expose for my inspection |jiving at 42d Street and Tenth Ave- ‘fead optic, To my great re-|nue that her boy 1s as handsome as he sacrifice Hl, jaggea | ®¥eF, and when he comes home she ef, he displayed a small, Be} won't be able to tell which of his ple f exploded shell, }eyes remains to him In all its eff. itis what took away me eye,” | clency United States Awake to War, Says Mrs. Atherton. * Mrs. Deland had been here and feel younger, exploded our egos out | hn the enjoyment of normal| of their narrow ruts. I am no lover nerves she never for a moment|of war, but I recognize its inevita- woukt have worried over our ‘coming | bility, and we may as well take the benef! thanks, “Another thing I resent ts Mrs. De- that accrue from it and give ne of the striking phrases That is ot Gertrude Atherton, published in We Chronicle for August, answering land's pictures on our attitude to the the now famous article by Margaret, W4?- We are not ‘serious’ (she aays) dela: herein she took a gloomy | ‘We are stepping out into the cate. Deland, wherein e clysm with @ sunshade and a smiling | view of the war, Pe Chie te uiverie waitca Gime ‘Mrs, Doland depreeates hate," ob-| Deland must know now that she has serves Mrs, Atherton, "What more| returned to this country, ‘Phe United States is awake and concentrated | upon the business of war from end to hitherto unrecognized power to hate) end We have our rotten spots, of millions have hated since this! course; cowardly pacifists, pro-Gere t was flooded by a barbarous! ™ans, frivilous women, &e., but we stimulating and magnificent than the as plane race with no motive for war but greed | miition and dpprevsion! it has made us alll one ex re a population of over a hundred every 2 tenet, and no