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ae OS SR em SE AT ee ee fale ty = a mn a Oe ee * terest on new bond issues designed to balance the books. + / ia letter withdrawing incontinently his libel suits against The World. VSTARLISHED BY JOSE PH PULITZER ee Daily Eacept Sunday RAL PU CLITA, President, 63 Park Pid by the Press Publishing Company, Nos. 63 te| Park Row, New York. | ANGU ‘Treasurer, 63 Park \ soskrit PU ae ER, Jn., Secretary, 63 ‘Park Tiow. MEMPER OF THB ASSOCIATED PRESS, — ¥ f tention, emtit ied to the, ne for rr Amociated Prem ip exct to It ar not olnerwise credited VOLUME 59......seeseee “REDISTRIBUTING WEALTH.” M M'ADOO has lost $290,000,000 of the people’s money since | he blithely took charge of the railway eystems of the country to meet what Washington believed to be an exigency inci- it to the winning of the war. Rack of the “exigency” there was, however, a well-defined social Getic and agrarian sentiment in favor of Government ownership of, public utilities—a sentiment fostered by yeare of reckless financing, paper fortune making and political interference, | This sentiment sincerely believed that a general betterment in} Bransporiation would be brought about by omnipotent operation. lt is now becoming clear that Government is much more helpless fn dealing with the problem than were the predatory but competing! worporations. } Yo excuse the downfall that has come in spite of 50 per cent.| @dvances in fares and 40 per cent. increases in freight rates, we are pdvised that “wealth is being better distributed.” Is it? | i The $290,000,000 does not begin to measure the Nation’s loss. Wearly a billion more will be found to have been invested in rolling @tock and improvements which, on the basis of the loss recorded, the Properties will be unable to redeem even to the extent of paying There can be but one way out in the end: The outright confisca- Gon of the lines because of their inability to pay the debts imposed ppon them by Government control. Certainly the railroad corporations will never be able to pick up And carry the load. Nor will the public ever enjoy a return to old] @ates and conveniences under other conditions. tt Who Is to be the American historian of this war? What steps have been taken in the United States toward i collecting and making avatiable data from whtch a compreben- | sive American history of the war can be written? | What official records are being kept of American activities in the war, details of which will be the object of insatiable in- terest and inquiry for Americans hereafter? | The people of the United States want their own history of the conflict, nd A SUPINE CITY. EW YORK is the most amiable of comnmniti “Let George do it” is the town’s ruling motto. When George doesn’t, the kindly city concludes the poor fellow was too tired and lets it go at that. A monumental example is the present subway mess. Something over $100,000,000 of publie-funds are in these various tioles. Five million people have seen their money lavishly epent to provide the best underground transit facilities that money and intel- ligence might evolve. They have put up with endless delays, waited patiently for results. At this moment, when some of the most substantial of these| results are supposed to have been achieved, what does the city find? Its subway system in a hopeless tangle of inconvenience, Pas- sengers plunged into uncharted labyrinths and handled like hogs. fillions of valuable minutes wasted. Confusion and discomfort ten- old intensified where they ehould have been relieved. Engineering vungles of incredible stupidity passed over lightly by those responsible. \ Public Service Commission—maintained at an annual cost of mil- ons of dollars to protect the public from precisely such blundering nd incompetence as now become evident in the subway situation— ritting serenely immune. And the Supine City stands it! Near Arras the British have pushed the enemy back to the Hindenburg line. The enemy cannot fall to realize that the toe purchase on the old mark is going to be most precarious, a 5 AYOR HYLAN marred the perfection of his diatribe upon iM the metropolitan press—emitted in the form of a welcome to the city editors who gathered in New York from the HIZZONER’S LAPSE. evinces for an uplift convention—by omitting to include a copy of This happy decument would have shown its recipients the real »pth of newspaper iniquity as practiced in this town. “It takes but a little thing to make perfection,” said Michael Angelo, “but perfection is not a little thing.” oe Not a few complaints are heard from small holders of Lib erty Bonds that it is difficult to find safe places at home in which to keep the certificates, Safes or drawers in bank vaults cost money, Why doesn’t the Government ease this worry by providing public places of deposit where the Liberty Bond owner can leave his bonds in security, preserve his peace of mind and feel the readier to buy more? Hits From Sharp Wits pays for all he gets in this}! How we two Ways—workin’ for it and | we have los \¥ vryin’ about it,Baltimore Sun. P i i tate blessings that! {Albany Journal, a. 8 If everybody were as well off as ronouncing correctly the names of |everybody else, there would be die. » French towns out of four is a|content becauso of that.—Albany (4 od batting average. Toledo Blade, | Journal Letters From the People ~ \@ Malad” Wants Bachelors to Ge, healthy bachelor between thirty-five be Ediitor of The Krening World {and forty-five who should be sent, Bveryday Worker” and “J, V, V.'|What good are they? They have » > evidently two crony old bachelors | !¥ed their youth and were too selfish + 9 ough to be sent to the first line |‘ marry. Let the younger boys have m2 988 men ak Wate The |& chance to live theirs. Why rob the 1 ove of “ah A Eo AN OLD MAID OF 2%. Sanger ye went over, and they) Philippines Under U. %, Control. | avin J time. Nat- | To the baitor of The Krening World r eignteen-year-olds do not| Are the Philippine Islands still un ause, being infants, they| der the U, 6. Government or are th aa't know any better. I's the | now independent? LA ) | were welcome. It was not merely a| for people, even for a little while, matter of money. This woman made | give them all you can of the sunny up her mind that it was her business | gide, which will make them less crili- ig mother in What Cheer, Ia, he your money and send tt home, exchange ot francs or ex | Ke - Sea th you would get were you | is the advice that greets thelty put down @ $10 bill at the most American soldier wherever he goes! reputable Money exchange house in in France, Actual figures show that | Ps the American soldier is the most ousands of noid im oftoars too, ; Pager vor |#re {aking advantage of this friendly active little advice taker you ever! Service. Higures will speal saw, selves, In March the se Through one agency alone he is|the huts throughout France sent to By J. irae Cassel Our Boarding House Lady By Sophie Irene Loeb Capyright, 1914, by The Press Publishi: (The New York Evening World.) BARS ago I used to take my|etmosphere and the feeling of being school vacations in an old] “at home.” So that every one who farmhouse in the Ligonier Val-! went to the farmhouse took an in- ley, Pennsylvania. | terest in everything—as though it In this old farm- | were theirs. house was a very| As I look back on it, the spirit this old father and| woman created was such that it im- mother and their|bued all who came and unconsctous- son, There waslly entered into their make-up and also a daughter,|made them better for it. Whenever and she was the|I think of fine devotion to parents mainstay of the|I always remember Lou Lowry. family, Her sis-|When bad weather comes my ter, a school teach- | thoughts always go back to the plain er, only came to|old farm house in which rainy days the farm during vacation time. ‘The| were made merry by music or games old couple had worked hard in their|led by Lady Lou, For she was early years in an endeavor to pay off | lady, every inch of her, the well known “mortgage on the| She always seemed to have time farm.” ‘Through thrift and hard work |for everything and everybody. She they managed to get along well until| looked ahead in her work and pre- they became too old to work. pared accordingly so that she had time to play, and she played just as Fag 2 ee not | hard an she labored. She looked at Mine Lou began to think of how she| life through the large lens and there- could bats 40 maha te nontae tan a (Oh averieoksd) Oe trifles which mar old couple in their declining years. |°"1 make troubles. Bunaner boarders was the one meane| TRI Woman had @ great philos- that presented iteclé to her, since ehe| PNY: It was all her own, Ghe de knew all about cooking aod hoves, {eves that in boarding people it work. She began in @ modest way| Would consume a great deal less by taking only.» few guests and giv. |cnersy and be much less burden- ing them such home comforte as she |S" iighe ae vet them ep ice uae sd n the process, And she never failed. had ehrave bagwe. hornets “It costs so lttle to be pleasant,” It was @ Joy to go to this farm- - she would say, “aod if you're going house. First of all, you knew you) into the pusiness of making homes Co, to make people feel comfortable as well as to feed them, She knew that eating only fulfilled its highest mis- sion when accompanied by @ pleasant, cal." And she lived up to this view every minute, So much so that the board- ing business grew into considerable Teaching Our Soldiers to Save ARTS, Aug. 12 (by matl),—Save headquarters for mailing to the United st es a sum slightly in ex- sending to America money in amounts that will shortly total close to a miH- proportions. It came to pass that the place became too small and more rooms had to be added. Would-be guests had to be turned away, The mortgage on the farm was lifted and everything pald in full, And then the old people died and the young man was married and moved into the vil- lage. A few days ago I came by this place It had been sold for a goodly sur. Miss Lou had gone to keep house for her sister in the town where she teaches school. And when I passed through she was visiting her brother. I saw her again. Her sweet kindly face and blue eyes beamed on me once more after many years with the same youthful expres- sion, Only her hair, a bit more gray, tells of the passing of Father Time. @he still has her philosophy and she still keeps boarders. “To keep house for only one, my sister, when so many people want a little home-life, geems wasteful,” she said to me. She did not mean wasteful in the monetary sense, but in the realm of happiness. So she takes a few board- ers and is still In the business of giv- ing joy to all who come. my Commriaht, NO. 53.— best profit him, He «i | ington. promptly proceeded to do. | give his services. Onenenrnrrr | } Congress Votes $30,000 to Get Officer. loss. | every step. English. its plans. in prison, |sage to Washington about it Lee had no fondness for our country and he hated Washington. there was an excellent chance for earning money from England's German | King, as a spy and for muddling the best plans of the patriots, which Lee et rar SaTey By Albert Payson Terhune 1¥18, by The Press Publishing Co. GEN. CHARLES LEE; Arch Spy of the Revolution. E was a soldier of fortune, English by birth, but giving allegiance to whatever country and cause that would His name was Charles Lee. ted life with the temper of a sick wildeat, & profound selfishness, a sarcastic tongue and an an- scrupulous ambition, Also, he was an able soldier. came a commissioned officer in the British Army and won repute there for bri But his cranky temper and his habit of criticising his superior officers and of making fun of thent—these traits were forever getting him into trouble. last he was practically kicked out of the army. Thence he wandered to Poland and to Russia, and rose to the rank of major general, Just before the Revolution te came to New York. For reasons best known to himself, he joined the Revolutionary Army, under George Wash- (The ww Yok Evening World.) As a mere boy he be- ery and for stratégic skill. And at a soldier of fortune But First of all he drove a sharp bargain with Congress, before he would He professed to hate England, and he said the mother- country would confiscate his estates if he should join the Revolutionista, ) He demanded security against such 1 Congress was so glad te get 4 @n experienced general for our ill-officered little army that it voted Lee the sum of $30,000 out of our barren Treasury to indemnify him against ‘Then began his career of mischief. He worked against Washington at He also did what he could, without rousing suspicion, to aid the i At last (presumably with his own consent) Lee was captured by the British and was taken to Gen. Howe's headquarters at New York. ‘There he told Howe everything he knew about the patriot army " t He also wrote out a long and careful statement, explaining how Ae Pritish could best conquer the American colonies, was found years later among Gen. Howe's private effects. Howe evidently thought Lee would be of more use to him at large than So he let the apy go free. Lee returned to his command in time to head the main body of the | American Army at the Battle of Monmouth, in June of 1778, | Lee was proceeding to lead the patriots into a crushing defeat, when Lafayette became suspicious of his strange behavior and sent a secret mes- A copy of this pap. Washington galloped up, barely in time to save the day. Washington, in the heat of the moment, retuked Lee publicly for bis dastardly conduct. Lee retorted by hinting that Washington was a coward. Queen Lee Offers Affront H to Washington. o Washington had him arrested and courtmar- tialed. Lee wrote two grossly insulting letters © to Washington, who could not even yet under- | stand the traitor’s queer actions. ‘The courtmartia! suspended Bee | year. from command for the term of one ‘And once more Lee's crazy temper got the better pf his prudence. Instead of biding his time he wrote a most abusive and ridiculing let- ter to Congress, which led to his permanent dismissal from the American Army. Embittered, distrusted, his period of spy value brought to a premature end, Lee died not long afterward at Philadelphia, For years many people still believed him nothing worse than ineom- | petent and bad tempered. Not until Jong after his death did the truth come |to Nght, branding him as a traitor and a spy. The Jarr Copyright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World, N the dining room of the Jarr@part- ments, the Jarrs were preparing for a short out-of-town vacation trip, and the scene was one of truffk packing and genera! confusion. “No, I haven't packed your second | best suit,” aid Mra. Jarr, in reply to bands, “if you want it so badly you'll have to carry it in a paper parcel.” “Gee Whiz!" moaned Mr. Jarr, “I got to have something to wear beside the harness I stand in, don’t 1?” Little Emma Jarr came rushing in in alarm at this point, and whimper- ed, “Mamma! ob, Mamma! Our Willle says he 1s goin’ to ‘sick’ a bee on me when we get to the country, and I'll swell up and be a deader!"* “Now you must go in to Willie and tell him if he isn't good he shan't go to the country,” replied the fond mother, “and if you don't stop quarreling with him and carrying tales, you shan’t wear your new white dress with the silk pink sash when we go away to-morrow!” Then she turned to friend hus- band, and remarked w e if | a meek inquiry from the best of hus- | Family jyou can’t lock that trunk. I haven't | the strength to press the lid down.” “What sort of a place is it we are going to anyway?” ventured Mr, Jarr | gloomily, “canned goods, condensed milk, no bathrooms"— “Dear me; I wonder if we should | go to that place we are going to, or | should we go to the place Cora Hackett |thinks so grand,” replied Mrs. Jarr. |"Cora met the young man she's to marry there. But she says the place is full of cows. Aren't cows danger- jous in the dog days?” “Their bite is fatal at any time,” |said Mr. Jarr, “but if you hit them jon the forehead with a baked potato and cry ‘Swoosb!’ three times it calms them.” "If you think I have nothing bet- ter to do than to listen to your ef- \forts at humor, you are greatly mis- \taken!” Mrs, Jarr retorted. ‘Snap that trunk lid for me!” “Say, I ask you again, haven't you room for my second best suit?” in- quired Mr. Jarr, plaintively. “Oh, well, I suppose I might as well take out all my things and be done jwith it." said Mrs, Jarr, “But you | have that suit you are wearing and I Lucile the 1018, ly The Press Pubiishing Co, sah New York Drening World.) ‘6 ID you ever run across any D of these fellows who always try to get free advice from the Waitress, as the Friendly Patron took his geat at the lunch counter, “Frequently,” he replied. ‘Well, we got @ doctor who comes in here now and then to sink a couple of teeth in the rich food,” she went on, “and every once in a while some other victim tries to get some tree suggestions from him, It always tickles me to see ‘em slip up on the Doc and put the question to him like as if it was just plain conversation, It happened yesterday. and tackle the sawbones first, knowing him for a long time. cess of $97,000, In April the total jon dollars a month, This agency ia| jumped to $303,000, and in May it the ¥. M. C. A. kept right on golng up to $497,078, “ye The records for May show that’ the In these transactions the “Y" docs en or gang officers and men had not in any sense play the banker. It|heen signed to blanks, and the aver- has no money orders for sale. It|age for each was $52.99, At the anatase veivacinian or ask it,(of te third week in June there had Neither the secretary nor hia orga-|nesend through 16 the, andlor re. nization charges a cent for transmis- | September the million mark will be gion, If the soldier has $10, say, for|touched and probably passed “I beg your pardon,’ him, ‘but are you a doctor?’ “I am,’ says the Doc, ‘ doctors and lawyers?" asked Lucile, | “Phe Doc plants bis bulk onto a stool and next to him sets a little nervous guy who acts like he's going to jump right out of his skin, I doa shimmy step up to the both of ‘em “ ‘Howdy, Doc!’ I says, gayly, me “ ‘Howdy, Luelle!’ he says, There- upon the little man looks at the other, he says to Waitress “Human or horse?" “Tne Doc, being the owner of @ sense of humidor, laughs. ‘Human,’ he says. “Yoo bad!’ I says to the littie fellow. ‘Had it been otherwise he might ‘a’ fixed you up.’ some of these steaks you serve in here, “] just had to laugh and the merrt- ment poured out of my face like gamblers out of a raided poolroom, For once in my life I had nothing to say. “"Doe,' says the little fellow, ‘I've been awful nervous of late. Gimme @ guess about what's wrong with me." “Doc looks him over. He's an out- spoken man, ‘Listen,’ he says, ‘to- morrow you smoke two cigars, Now, remember—two—an’ no more.’ “Phe little guy thanks him and soon slips out like as df he's afraid he's goin’ to have to pay @ doctor's bill Well, sir, me and the Doe don't | neither one of us say anything more about medicinitis, After a while Doc, having loaded up, slips me a good old dime and beate it,” “The ijittle guy frowns. ‘Never | mind,’ he says. ‘If he was a horse | doctor he might be able to fix up By Bide Dudley | ‘He didn't hesitate to give advice |freely, did he?” asked the Friendly Patron. | “No, but he's a good-natured old thing. He told me once he did more |charity work than any other kind, But listen, friend, I ain't put the finis onto the story yet, This morn- |ing they was both in here again.” “Did the little man make a re- port?” “Ho mure did, and then was when I got the big laugh out of the mix-up. The little guy gives a groan and Loc hears it, ‘How you feeling? asks Doc, “‘Awful,’ says the little one, “*Did you follo# my instructions?’ “1 sure did and they blamed near killed me. I never waa so sick in my life." Lucile stopped to laugh. ‘Then it come out,” she said, “that he had smoked the two cigars and they was the first he had ever smoked in his life, That's why he was so sick.” “Tt must have been funny,” sug- gested the Friendly Patron, “Funny? Say, that's no name for \t, Why, me and Doc laughed ro long I never got 4 chance to ask him what to do for the rheumatiz I gut in my right arm.” By Roy L. McCardell found an old crash sult, almost as good as new, that I put in for you to knock about in, and your dress suit for the card parties———” “A crash sult? Nobody has worn theso Turkish towelling atrocities since the outbreak of hostilities tn 1914," said Mr. Jarr, “and you chuck out my dress eutt, I'm nét go- ing to wear a stewed shirt while away, that's final!” “Ob, it's all right them’ reptted Mfrs. Jarr, "I didn't pack your dreas eut, I found if I did I wouldn't have room for half of my things, Se I left your dress suit out, in case you didn’t want to take it along.” “Maw! Maw! Oh, Maw!” opted Master Jarr, making @ flying en- trance with scream effects. “What is the matter now, Wilite?” asked Mrs. Jarr. “I put my bean shooter tn the trunk to shoot at birds with, and Emma says you threw it out of the window. Did ja, Maw?" “I assuredly did,” said his mother. “Cruelty to little birds ig something I cannot countenance.” At this calm assurance, Master Willie, with fretful cries, rushed to the street to find his deadly weapo! “I wonder if I've got time te run out and get my straw hat cleaned?” ventured Mr. Jarr timidly. “Most decidedly you have not!” re- plied Mrs. Jarr, “and I have asked you a dozen times to fasten down that trunk lid for me!” “You've got it stuffed too full,” said Mr. Jarr, “Gee whiz! You can't wear all those things in the few days_=* we'll be away.” “I'll get on top of the trunk and you push down and Willie can snap the catches,” suggested Mrs. Jarr, “No, I'll pull on the strap on this side and you push down on the other,” said Mr. Jarr, and after a tense trial of strength, with Mr. Jarr gaining on the slowly yielding contents of the trunk, a snap catch gave away. Again Mr. arr strained with purple face and knotted muscles “There, quick! Lock it!" cried Mra. Jarr, “Where is the key? What did you do with it?” gasped Mr. Jarr, “Oh, IT remember, it fell in the trunk when I was packing, and I forgot all about it!’ said Mrs, Jarr. “Yes, that’s right! Start swearing! “I'm not going to swear,” remarked Mr, Jarr with deadly sweetness, “I'm going to sing ‘Pack Up Your Troubies In Your Old Kit Bag, And Smile, Smile, Smile!” }