The evening world. Newspaper, September 5, 1918, Page 14

Guerin rs Se esenninn @aorio, ‘i ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. rs PeOMamed Dally Except Sunday by the Press Publishing Company, Nos. 63 to} Pari Row, New York. RALPH PULITZDR, President, 63 Park Row. J. ANGUS SHAW, ‘Treasurer, 63 Park Row, JOSEPH PULITZEL, Jr, Secretary, 63 Park Row. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS. fated Prem fs itt the te nh’ ee a ee Re a ata a Ammratcbee ‘howe (ubllehed herwane seeeNO, 20,838 | be q WHILE THEY PAY THE $8,000,000,000. hs Y DINT of increased care, saving and sacrifice the people of : the United States will pay the $8,000,000,000 in taxes called for by the new War Revenue Bill. | Loyally, willingly, with full devotion to the purpose in view, tie | eountry will furn'sh this huge sum levied by legislation for which, as Chairman Kitchin declares, “there is no analogy in history.” | While, however, thousands of American families study the ways and meas; and practice the daily self-denial by which alone they can| hope to bear their share of a war tax which amounts to $80or each man, woman and child in the United States, there devolves upon Governmental authority, Federal, State and local, a duty which ought to bo recognized 2s paramount and urgent: That duty is to redouble the vigilance and increase by all con- stitutional mea etbooks ¢ eonscienceless profitcers. e safeguards through which on all sides the pock- of American consumers may be protected from the raida of While Americans are straining to find billions of dollars for wational need, they should not have to go on month after month handing over tit! more of their earnings and savings to a host of profit grabbers. When the patriotic American family of modest means cuts down expenses in order to pay war taxes and buy Liberty Bonds and War Savings Stamps, il should be able to feel that the results of its sacri- fice can go undininished to the Government, instead of having speedily forced upon it the realization that continued unrestricted boosting of the prices of necessities is making its self-denial only half, or less than half, effective. It is realization of this kind that discourages savers and fills would-be buyers of Liberty Bonds with a bitter sense of injustice. Consumers would be willing to grapple with a rising scale of war prices if the rate of the rise were known to be natural, uniform and inevitable. But when official investigation shows it to have been possible for one food dealer to make 2,183 per cent. increased profit under war conditions on a capital of $1,000, and when profits of 457 per cent, 504 per cent. and 191 per cent. are found among flour millers, ig coal dealers and the clothing trade, it is difficult to persuade an intelligent public that war prices are not dictated in the interest of a private greed. Furthermore, when the War Revenue measure gets down to so- called “semi-luxurics,” as in Section 905, where wearing apparel, car- | peta, rugs, trunks, valises, umbrellas, etc., above certain retail prices age taxed, the question again arises: Since the current prices of many such articles are admittedly exorbitant, owing to the activities of war profiteers, how can it be fair to tax purchasers of, say, shoes and clothing on the basis of what they are made to pay for various grades of these commodities, while Price boosting in the case of those same grades goes on unchecked ? A lusury tax on an article the price of which has been arbitrarily .Talved to a point that puts the article in the luxury class seems searely reasonable, As the War Revenue Bill starts on its course through Congress, |. appiderations like the above naturally present themselves to the minds of the peopiec upon whom the payment of all consumption taxes gad increased war (axes ultimately falls, A heavy tax on war profits is in every way just. But it must he remembered that such profits were obtained in the majority of cases at the expente of consumers, and that however large the per- ‘centage of these increased profits taken by the Government, so long as it is only a percentage there still remains a margin of extra war profit which has come eyt of the consumer for private and not public advantage. One of the great problems for Congress and every lesser legisla- tive body concerned with the welfare of the American people during this war is how tc make certain that the full product of their energy, saving and sacrifice shall flow to the Government untapped by exploiters and profiteers, The average American will earn more, save more and stand heavier taxes when he is assured the bills he individually pays for and during the war cannot be padded and supplemented ad lib, to stuff ‘a lengthening lino of private pockets. Letters From ‘Wants Sunday Gas Ban Lifted. De the Kaitor of The Droning World I appeal to have the ban lifted on @unday joy riding. Why not forbid it _ @m six days, as there would be much ‘more gasoline saved, and let us have Bunday, the only day for the working man? My brother owns a motorervle, and es he is not over-fond of toil he halls with delight ‘he excuse of not Working on Mondays, saying he must tive one day for riding, So you see ‘Ym his case there will not be any gas- oMme saved and poor mother will be out a day's pay. It certainly is an ' ment for men to knock off B. W. the People the only recreation we can take. My Average consumption of gasoline is 15 to 20 gallons monthly in the warm weather and none at all in winter, Must I give up this little healthy recreation for myself and family, in- cluding two young children, or else be called unpatriotic, while others more fortunate can use their cars all week? It seems to me the men who issue such requests so blithely should use a little common sense when formulating them, No doubt the gasoline consumption on Sunday is much greater than all week, but supposing they would re- Quest that no automobiles be used for pleasure except Sunday, I believe it would conserve quite as much or more and would not discriminate SN Yi WH yeh WHAT A BIG SWEATER. The Touch of a Woman’s Hand Covrrieht 1918, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening Worl), HILE traveling in the country a few days ago I stopped at a little inn in the heart of the Allegheny Moun- tains, The place seemed 0 far away from every- thing and every- body, It was be- tween two big mountains, and we made it our ob- Jective place for the night, As we entered we found a large, spacious living room—just like one you want at home, The dining room was a joy of blue and white, and the datntiest curtains adorned the win- dows, Everything that greoted one's eye bespoke comfort and refinement. Up- stairs the bedrooms were spotless. Everything about them was cozy and restful, Pretty little cushtons and dainty ribboned counterpanes made one feel as though they were a visitor in @ friend's house and not merely a passerby, spending the night on his Journey, On the walls were beautiful, well chosen pictures, though inexpensive In short, all through this house was the touch of a woman's hand. It was a very old house, but paint and new paper had done much, utilized by an interested individual, Tt was late at night when we ar- rived and the household was asleep Only the proprietor greeted us. Im- mediately he made ud welcome and when I complimented him on the place EDITORI Conmmiaht 1018, tw The IT'S For Twe Boys oF THE SECOND DRAFT Thursday, September 5,1918 AL PAGE! Drees Pubvishing Co, (The New Yous Even'ng World.) | ie ) Heve ! ) 1 WANT TO \ RE SAVED ) IT’S A MucH Bigger DRAFT AROUND THE ( ca I a In this place, not even running water, | but yet one was loath to leave, In fact, you did not mind the absence of things found in the ultra modern hostelry, in view of the “homey” feel- ing experienced in these delightful surroundings, The personal interest here was to give of one's self, in connection with the service, making the visitor glad to come again and to tell his friends about it, which we did to other travellers, In direct contrast to this we found places, some of them run by women which we were glad to leave, Hert the interest was to get the money and to get it “while the getting was good.” Yet, such people lose out. The travel- ler soon learns to know by the looks of the place that the care and com- fort of the guest are not the first consideration. The success of all such enterprises lies in making them homelike, that is, making a home on a big scale. In lesser degree and of greater im- portance is the touch of a woman's hand—a real woman—in her individ- ual home, I know one whose home ts heavenly. Her husband earns so little that they are almost poor, but her house is most artistic, In the first place, It is so wholesome and clean, She has made it her business to purchase very little in the way of furniture, but in the best taste, She makes pretty things, such as only a woman can, in the way of cushions and curtains, and spends little money in the process, Every- thing is, sanitary, and her kitchen, though she does all her own work, is and suggested he must have a good housekeeper, he said: “Yes, I have had her for twenty-five years, She is my wife.” There were no modern conven! fences OT a few modern writers have N attracted attention by their ceaseless flow of new ideas and the rapidity with which they work, but the literary output of the most prolific of them is snail-like when compared to the record of Lope de Vega, the first ceteprated Spanish dramatist, When he died, in 1653, at the age of seventy-three, be left be- hind him no less than 1,800 plays, every one of which had been pro- duced during his lifetime, No other against the greater number, \ he dramatic writer in history has ever approached this record, 1,800 Plays Were Written and Produced By Spanish Dramatist Lope de Vega a joy to behold. In short, this woman has made her husband's salary reach a hundred per cent. of Its value by giving of herself in the fullest sense, And yet she has Lope began to dictate poetry at the age of five, before he could write, and at seventeen he wrote and pro- duced his first drama, “Dorothea.” Poet, soldier, courtier, adventurer, ecclesiastic, wherever he was or what- ever his occupation, he always found time to write plays. His published plays—the less objectionable ones— fill twenty-six quarto volumes, but those which were not printed were By Sophie Irene Loeb time to be her husband's “best fel-| low.” She is a good business mana- ger, but she has not failed to keep the | womanly element in all of it. Quite different from her is the woman who takes no Interest and| gives herself as little effort as pos- sible, I have been in homes where women have had all the money they needed, and the difference in the two kinds of homes was evident on all sides, Furniture was purchased haphaz- ird and recklessly. There was little liscrimination and much was spent vith little return, ‘Then there is the slovenly woman who {s always com- plaining about housework but does very little herself except talk. When one realizes how little energy It takes to make the home attractive and ever - so - sweet one wonders at the disinterestedness that many women display. Besides, it is 80 easy to cultivate this womanly touch that makes for the home beautiful and promotes con- tentment. By Maurice Ketten | | 1AM WNIT /1 4443 | | stealth, and for a time few of her friends knew what had become of her, Women in War By Albert Payson Terhune Copyright, 1618 by ‘The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening Work.) No. 27—EDITH CAVELL, Martyr to German Brutality. HE was not a spy, this gentle little dark-eyed English nurse, A spy 1s @ person who penetrates the enemy lines for the purpose of obtaining secret informa Lion, Miss Cavell did nothing of the sort. To defend their damnable action in putting herte death the Germans pretended they had proof of her secret service activities, They had nothing of the kind. They put her to death without the slightest legal right. You have read and re-read the life-story of Edith Cavell, perhaps a dozen times, So I shall touch only on the events that led to her death. Miss Cavell was an English nurse in Brussels, In stature she was little larger than a well-grown child. Her face, crowned with its pompa- dour of soft hair, was tender and capable, In short, she was the ideal sicks room angel. Germany held the Belgian people in a torturing grip. Except for a tiny strip of land near the seacoast, the whole country was in the hands of the Invaders, j ‘aturally, thousands of patriotic Belgians longed to escape from this tiscrable and helpless slavery and take up arms in defense of the Allies, It was next to impossible for any man in the captured section of Bel- «ium to get away to join his own army or that of France. Then it was that Miss Cavell and Baucq and Severin and one or two others thought out a plan for smuggling such pas triots 38 the border into Holland, whence they could make thelr way to the Allied armies, This was Miss Cavell's only crime—the helping of Belgians to join the forces which were fighting for them, And that is tn no way the act of a spy. For a time the work went on successfully; so successfully, in fact, that the Germans got wind of it. And they went, with true Boche efficiency, at the task of discovering the nature and whereabouts of the leak. ‘ Through the renegade Belgian, generally known as “Van der Blank,” (whose dirty career has been described in “Stories of Spies") they found rearon to suspect Miss Cavell, They sent Van der Blank to her. He posed as an ardent patriot. His family was known and trusted. So, without any idea that he was a spy, Miss Cavell agreed to try to get him across the border into Holland. She introduced him to Baucq, and he gradually learned the whole method of procedure in the smuggling cam- paign. As a result, on Aug. 5, 1915, Edith Cavell was arrested. As usual, in pursuance of their “leave no trace” policy, the Germans arrested her by annnnnnnnnnnnnnn fe Plans to Help Belgians FI } errr She was thrown into a cell and kept there for months, with no chance | to communicate with the outside world, A mockery of a court martial judged her case and condemned her to be shot to death. ‘ Still the world at large knew practically nothing of her fate. Those who had heard of her arrest supposed she was living in considerable di comfort at the St. Gilles Prison, but did not imagine for a moment that her life was in any danger. r Then, on Oct. 12, after more than three months of wretched imprison4 ment in her cell, she was wakened one morning at 3.30 and led out into the prison courtyard to be shot. A file of soldiers faced her as she stood with her back to the wall. Hardened as were the Ger- man brutes, they seem to have flinched at the pros+ pect of murdering the hapless little Englishwoman, For their aim wag purposely bad. ’ As the volley was fired Miss Cavell sank to the stone pavement. But she was merely wounded. Of all the twelve bullets none had given her @ fatal wound, ' As the soldiers’ nerves could not be trusted, there was no second volley, An officer stepped forward, drew his pistol and finished the tragedy. An hour later blood red posters on walls and fences all over the eity announced to the horrified public that Edith Cavell had been offictally put to death, in punishment for her alleged “crimes” against the Imperial German Government. ‘ News of her killing electrified the whole world and ts said to have sent hundreds of men flocking to the nearest recruiting offices to avenge the deed. Thus, In her death, Edith Cavell did more for the Allies than in all her splendidly useful life. Oe ieee to Her Death at Dawn. Gaerne 3, The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardel Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publinhing Co, (The New York Brening World.) fice?” asked Mrs. Jarr, | “YH when Mr, Jarr came home in the evening of the first day after | his vacation, ‘Was everything all| right?" Mr. Jarr gave a grunt tn the af- tirmative. OW were things at the of- | “Well, you might speak to a person | and give a civil answer to a civil | question!" exclaimed Mrs, Jarr. "Oh, be nice, be nice!” said Mr. | Jarr, | “I am just as nice to you as you are to me,” said Mrs. Jarr, “and much nicer. Of course, if I do not make as big a fuss over you as your friends and cronies do, you must re- member that we had no parting, I was away with you, and I must say you gave me a perfectly grand time not! I never had such a trip, You didn’t do anything but sleep. You slept on the journey and you slept when we arrived. You didn't do a thing but loaf and sleep.” | ting burrs in her hair, which I had to “That's what I went on a vacation, jously why they had received ne ref for; to get a rest. Didn't you?” |ply to theirs of the ‘inst.’ or ‘git! “How could I get a reat when we| These Joyous greetings always ins took the children along? What with| cluded, ‘Remit at once, to ewwid little Emma playing in the dirt and| further proceedings.’ " : me having to change her frocks and| “I must say if was as Dad at home; rompers three times a day, and get-|emarked Mrs, Jarr. “The milkmeg and iceman and grocer were almost insulting because I went away withs out paying them.” “That reminds me," said Mr, Jarn, “while dinner is getting ready, IU step out for a few minutes. I left something at Gus's when J went away.” He omitted to mention ® was small unsettled account. Gus received him with a seowt “Hey, been away?" he asked, “4 could get away, too, if some feller T know would pay their bills, and now I need my money, for I'm going to be put out of business next Chuly, ain't 17" Muller the grocer and Bepler thé butcher came in and nodded caldly to Mr. Jarr, “You fellows should have been with cutout with the scissors; and Willie falling out of a tree and getting a nail in his foot, and blistered with sunburn and his eyes swollen shut with poison ivy, I'm sure I had a grand vacation!" cried Mrs. Jarr. “And now you come home cross the first day “Cross?” said Mr. Jarr. “Well, maybe it isn’t your fault" Mrs. Jarr added. “We went off so sudden like, I'm sure there must have been a lot of mail waiting tor | you when you came back and people | worrying why you do not answer | their letters.” “Yes, that's so," sald Mr. Jarr. “A lot of people were worrying. Some wrote several times inquiring anx- By William HEN Elmer Davidson, one of my college pals, began mak- ing good in the practice of law he had his little sister, Mary, come from an up-State town to keep house for him. ‘The first fow weeks that Mary was in New York Elmer and I were fairly exhausted from showing the inde- fatigable child the sights. When I think of her now my mind becomes a jumble of zoos, botanical gardens, museums, aquariums, skyscrapers, monuments, &e. Mary was twenty and I was twenty-five. She was such a little girl with her great, wondering brown eyes that I felt very old end import: ant beside her. Her enthusiasm and appreciation were delightful, except that she worried when we spent money on her. ‘Taxicabs, orchestra seats and restaurants seemed te her extravagances, A girl who wished to save money was a new *xperience to me and I admired her all the more for her economical tendencies. Mary was so sweet and shy I was almost afraid to tell her of my love, thrice as many, On one occasion Lope de Vega wrote five plays in two weeks, and a drama a week was considered child's play by this pro- ide writer, In the mean time I wanted to show her to all my friends. So I invited Musings of a Matrimon Vill.—The Girl Who Squeezed the Pennies Copyright, 1018, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) V. Pollard was playing its first season here. Be- fore I had an opportunity to order the seats I was called out of town on business. I telephoned to Mary to ask that she borrow the money from El- mer and buy the tickets. “Be sure you get the best seats possible, Mary Em's wife is very fussy,” I warned her. On the day of our engagement with the Emmersons I returned to town only in time to dress and call for Mary. We went to dinner with Sylvia and Dick and in the taxi go- Ing to the theatre Mary gave me the envelope with the tickets, Withut looking I handed them to the doorman, who directed us to a stairway instead of to the orchestra. “Mary, little minx,” thought I, “has beught balcony seats.” Then we be- gan to climb, and we climbed and climbed and climbed. It ‘seemed as if we never would reach the top. The pampered Sylvia emitted groan upon groan as she leared on poor Dick. At last upon arriving at the summit we found ourselves in the gallery. Then we followed the usher down a steep me!” said Mr. Jarr, with false en- thusiasm. “You never saw euch § place to fish, I caught*—— “Excuse me a minute,” said Bepter, “I'm talking something what is ppt: vate to Muller.” Aud they continued their conversa: tion, with Gus listening eagerty, for hone dared have any secrets from him, and Mr. Jarr, returned front vacation with @ good heart for alk was ignored, “Why didn't I die instead of simply dropping out for two weeks?” mur. mured the exile at bome, ‘Are you insured?” asked Bepier, the butcher, Jarr admitted that he had taken such financial precautions te Protect his family “Well, if that Is the case, we caa only die once, as the feller says" rev marked Muller, the grocer, “Now, don't be sore, I'll square up if you two will buy Liberty bomdé ial Slacker slumming party,” Sylvia answered in- dignantly, “I would have dressed ap- propriately.”* Gallery seats and her shimmering evening gown, her brocaded cloak, her hair adorned with Paradise feathers, were indeed incongruous, Fortunately I was able to change the seats for a box, the last thing left in the house, I was exceedingly annoyed with Mary for having placed me in such an embarrassing position and I determined to make her promise to let me use my discretion about spending money On the way home I began to talk with her and to my surprise instead of being penitent, she said. “I think you are in the wrong, Billy, Those gallery seats were perfectly all right | and you should not have bought more expensive ones. Somehow, I lang Thrift Stamps wi don’t feel at home in New York. It's |, Stamps with the money 3 too extravagent, Iam going back to| ony 20m sald Mr. Jare, “2 mag gq oo extravagant, Iam going back tol bverscas 9 J ’ Elizaville.” verseas with the Y. M. C, A, and you must stay |then you will all be sorry you were You'll get used | cross becauso I went on my vacatiog to things bye and by | without paying my bills." "No," said Mary, "I had better! sput that! Pree marry John, He is not attractive ed hat's why But our dens are alike. He has al- | don't get no vacation,” said Bepler, ready saved enough to buy an in-/|the butcher, erybody go terest in Toby Beacon’s Dry Goods) vacation and don’ mt ay iil Emporuim., He said he knew I'd come |"... t pay uw Look at me,” said Gus, solemnly, back to him.” | “T get a vacation next July that will “Mary,” I begged, and marry me, dear, Wo tradesmes descent, “Weren't we lucky to get the first Sylvia and Dick Emmerson to go with ws to see “The Merry Widow,” which row?” chirped Mary, <UsE.DA Aoowe i ot. to.0e.9 So I lost her, and John Smith won her, Strange as it may seem, I think |last till the war's over, and then some, Ob, well! ‘It’s all in a lifetime! it would be just as trying to urge a wife to spend money as it would be to persuade her not to spend too|# the spy feller said when he was much, shot at sunrise.”