The evening world. Newspaper, September 12, 1918, Page 16

SW, The EVeniny Wolo, ESTABLISHED BY JO; Published Dally Except Sunday, by the Press Publ 63 Park Row, New York. RALPH PULITZER, J. ANGUS & JOSEPH PULITZ Treasurer, 63 Park Row, R, Jr., Secretary, 63 Park Row. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS, The Associated Prem fs exciueively entitled to the for rerublication of al n Areratdbes relied to it oF not otherwise credited in this paper oe loral ewe Dublisbed bereane REGISTRATION DAY. NOTHER DAY that will be long remembered in the United * States. | A day no man should have to recall in after years with) the knowledge that he failed for any reason whatsoever to perform thereon the plain duty that lay before him. To-day men younger and men older than those now in service) have their privilege of being enrolled behind that part of the Nation’s manhood which is already at or moving toward the front. Whatever he may prove best fitted for in this larger mobilization of American man power, it is the first business of every man within the new draft age to make sure that before 9 o’clock this evening he! has registered as the law prescribes, thereby putting himself at Uncle; Sam's disposal for the paramount task in hand. | Whether his place is on the battle line, at the desk, in the work- shop or among the toilers who create and constantly renew the vast! potential force of national industry will be determined later. All he has to do to-day is to register, but that he must do. if you are of draft age and have not registered, register, Tf yon are doubtful whether you ought to register, register. If you have registered, make sure that no friend, no man of| draft uge in whose welfare you are interested, fails through careless- ness or ignorance to do likewise. All other business, all other demands to-day take second place, Before 9 o’clock to-night! —————E Reports of what is happening in Petrograd indicate that Russia is reeling into yet more horrible depths of anarcay and lawlessness, After the reign of autocrats and before the reign of liberty comes the worst of all reigns—the Reign of Terror. ASHORE AND MARCHING ON HANKS to perfect discipline, quick work and the efficiency of} dy the convoy system, all hands, including 2,800 American Soldiers, were saved from the troopship torpedoed off the} English coast last Friday, the vessel itself was beached, and there i good reason to believe a depth bomb did for the submarine. This is only the third vessel bearing American troops bound east- ward which the German U boats have attacked with anything like ful results, and here again the German eea prowlers were sucecs balked of the prey they chiefly sought. ' ‘Tie extraordinary record still stands: A million and a half Amer- ican { -hters ferried safely acrosa the Atlantic and less than three hur } lost by the weapon the German war lords swore should keep! Amer on strength from making itself felt in Europe. At the present moment the disabling of an Allied transport must aw the German public as a pitifully small achievement when it is| known that nearly 3,000 Americans on board are safely ashore and on their way to the battlefields whence comes news only of German! retirement and defeat. The behavior of the troops, who, when the ship was hit, coolly waited until the moment arrived to climb down ropes to the rescuin: destroyers, was admirable. Not a single casualty was reported. German torpedoes may tear holes in transports or even sink one now and then. But it ought to be plain by this time that German torpedoes can never hope to halt the mighty movement of America’s fighting millions overseas—never interrupt the steady transfer of the freeh, indomitable force against which Germany from now on can| only rally its failing strength and build its last barriers in vain, fa OEY Is it indeed true, as reported, that Mr, McAdoo ts about to abandon the sordid duties of the Treasury to devote his time to devising a decent meal for $1 in a dining car? Our gastronomical poet hastens to his ald with this trial menu; 1% First | A bow! of the soup mongole | Next A flounder rare with a sauce tartare. | Then Beef in « dish with horseradish With Pomme de terre and a pickled pear. For dessert Something nice in the way of ice And then you've hed A thing that’s real in the way of a mea! Worth $1, Letters From the People Favors Plan for Volunteer Ald injentry of the United States in the Shipyards. world’s war, but through an accident fe Editor of The Evening World Was laid up in a hospital for four read with much interest the letter Mane ANG was Siac naraed from all nee 0 is uty ave since tried to of P. 8, McC. sumgesting that men |pu/tny duiy, Have alnoe tried to with dependents, staying at home as unable to do ow it is true I long as possible, form an organiza |have a discharge paper in my pocket, tion and offer a few hours of their |Dut there ts nothing to distinguish mo #pare time working in the shipyards. This is a most commendable sug- gestion, and if it could be carried out would surely do wonders toward win- ning the war, There must be enough work in the shipyards to permit men to volunteer for a few hours a week or @ great many more like me from the draft dodger or slacker that Mar- rs are BE. K. tin Green and American mothe writing about, To the Editor of The Bening World: Instoad of a tablet or a monument, PH PULITZER, | hing Company, Nos. 63 to| President, 63 Park Row. | \ alg | trary, without interfering with paid labor, and everything possible should be done to allow men that may not shoulder a gun to show their patriot- fgm in this way. And I am sure that there must be thousands of men with a few spare hours on their bands ach week who would gladly give them to such a worthy cause. Will you not invite suggestions from siipyard workers and execu- that would make possible the ization outlined by P, 8, McC.? AIK Wants Button for Discharged Men, Bo the Ediior of The Evening World: _ I think it would be a very good idea the Government authorities to de- m some kind of a button for men sted on account of some physical that caused them to be dis- eee, t Mate iste poses Ganccessary do you not think it would be more in keeping with American ideals to have the Mitchel memorial of benefit to humanity—an ambulance unit, a ward in a base hospital, something to help rebuild maimed soldiers, or even a milk station for their undernour- ished children? Hundreds of such things present themselves. I am sure the lamented Major's wife and mother proud of that kind of H. M. 100 Per Cent. Day ‘Thursday, Sep | EDITORIAL PAGE| tember 12, 1918, Coprright, 1918, By The Trem Fultibing Co, (The New York Broning World.) By Maur ice Ketten | shape PA TA SANE HORE RE | had turned scientist, and then demagogue. | blotched of face, blear-eyed, incredibly slovenly and dirty. « | dared not oppose him, for he was the idol of the mob. Women in War By Albert Payson Terhune Covyright, 1019, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Brening World.) No. 28.—CHARLOTTE CORDAY; the Slayer of Marat. HE was a small-town girl, homely and patient of face, | brown-haired, big-eyed. She was gentle—almost | stupid—in manner. Her namo was Charlotte Corday, It has never been clearly shown what changed her from a meek working girl to a wild fanatic, Some say it was the killing of her lover; others that the horrible events of her time turned her | brain and made her believe she was ordained to | deliver her country from its misery, Here is the story: i After centuries of oppression the French people | had shaken off the yoke of tyranny and had made themselves free, They had destroyed the Bastille—the grim prison-fort which symbolized the cruel power of kings—had put to death their Kin, and Queen and as many of the corrupt nobility as they could lay hands on, and had formed a republic. Then, before events could settle into due order and France could take | her rightful high place in the world, followed @ series of clashes which can best be described as an ever-shifting civil war. First one faction, then another, would gain control of the government | and would begin its rule by dofeating and kiling its enemies, only to be | overthrown, presently, by another and more powerful faction. As the turmoil increased, one man emerged further and further into | the swirling limelight. He was Jean Paul Marat, a Swiss horse doctor who He was dwarfish, misshapen, | Early in the French Revolution, when sane councils still prevatled, Marat Forges On to Power, Marat had preached wholesale slaughter. So violent were his theories and | so dangerous in their influence on the crowd that his arrest was ordered. He hid in the sewers of Paris. But as the Revolu~ tion grew wilder he appeared again in public, preaching @ Reign of Terror. i And this time the mob was behind him, and the revolutionary leaders were forced to accept him | as a colleague. They hated him, and nicknamed him “the sewer rat” But they feared and obeyed him. The Reign of Terror set in, Marat ordered executions by the hundred. He was insane on the subject of wholesale killings. The better element While he lived the Reign of Terror must go on. 7 Under the stress of the murder orgy Marat’s health went to pieces. He was in continual agonies of pain. His only periods of ease from this torment were when he lay, wrapped in a sheet, in a steaming hot bath. One day, as he lay thus in his tub swathed in his sheet, word wag brought to him that a young woman demanded audience with him, in order to hand over a list of names of persons who were conspiring against his + rule. Eagerly Marat ordered her to be admitted. ‘The young woman was Charlotte Corday. She had journeyed from her provincial home for this purpose, On her way to Marat’s lodgings she had stopped at @ hardware shop and had bought a knife for forty cents, She held this knife, close-gripped in one hand, under a shawl, while with her other hand she offered to Marat the Het of names she had made out Marat bade her read him the list. He listened greedily, smacking his purpled lips and muttering . in glee “They shall die! They shall af diel” ; ‘As he spoke thus, Charlotte Corday drove her forty-cent knife through his heart. ‘The police hurried her to prison, the mob secking frantically to lynch her on the way thither, And she was at once condemned to death for her crime. ; : Some historians praise Charlotte Corday as a heroine and patriot As a matter of fact it 1s more likely she was @ homicidal lunatic. In any casa, she had freed the world of a more dangerous and a far more wholesale homicide. rocious deed was wasted too. For it did not end the Reign of « For months thereafter the slaughter and warfare continued, on Terre text that the people were carrying out thelr adored Marat's wishem By Nixola G Covsright ~THE OLD-FY HE time was 3 o'clock in the | afternoon of @ rainy Sunday he place was the Garden of den, The girl Moth was our e, who, as go often re- marked, was “the | ss only woman in the | Jworld for bhim."| »Things had not gone »very well that Sun- “Wf day. A heavy mid- day dinner, at which ~ Adam had overeaten, still lay uneasily upon that portion of his vitals which the Greeks believed | was the seat of the soul, But after] all, why should I use up so many words to say that Adam had the glutton’s “grouch?” Eve, on the con- was feeling very lively, in- doed. She had not eaten too much, for she was already worried about her figure, and subsisted principally on lettuce and buttermilk. She was en-| giged in her favorite oceupation—that| of making over last year's fig leaf ac- cording to the pew spring fashions. Clothes were still optional, for the sin had not been ginned, but I have ai- ways believed that Eve ate the apple just to guarantee to the women of future axes the delights of clothes, However that may be, was bend- ing gracefully over a placid pool, r Biren wherein her new garment was re- flected, d up from his # to inquire acidly: “Don't you ever do anything except primp? I have never seen a book or @ needle in your hands since we were married, You're always bringing home strange berries and herbs and making them into decoctions that stain your cheeks and change the color of your hair, Don't you think such things are frivolous and unbe- coming a wife, and the future mother of the human race? I don't know what the world is coming to when all a woman thinks about is painting her face and wearing freak clothe. I tell you I wish I had married an old fashioned girk” We hear a great deal of new taxes, conservation of food, dc. Why not a war tax on dogs? in the There are 80,000,000 United States, At $10 or @ head revenue, kee la as om as the And the sons of Adam have been sighing after “the old fashioned girl” ever since that day. The little aneo- dote of primitive domestic life which reeley Smith 1018, by The Press Publishing On, (The New York Erening World.) | ASHIONED GIRL, Know jteenth century “expounder* thought | Copyright, 1918, by The Prose Publishing G8, | it ought to be, (The New York Bwening World.) shall never forget my dismay HE morning mail had arrived per when after ten years of writing in Gertrude, the Jarrs’ light run- New York I saw an Interview I had ning domestic, and, a® usual, fections and wonder bitterly why a man always tries to eliminate in his wife the quulities for which he mar- ried her, What do men mean by the old fashioned girl, anyhow? Now and then some young fellow writes to mo that the New York woman ts all very well to take out to dinner—"“a good sport, &e. but she drinks cocktails. Give him the old fashioned, sweet, retiring maid who never took any- thing stronger than sarsaparilla.” would give her to him, and welcoma, if I could find her, but where 1s she? Where was she when Adam asked about her? The grandmothers we hear go much about, the hard-work- ing, helpful wives of the pioneers, made and consumed peach brandy, cherry “bounce” and every variety of wine for which they could find or in- vent a recipe, Abstention from alco- hol 1s not an old fashioned but a strictly modern virtue—and the woman who adheres most rigidly to all the precepts of the prohibitionists, far from being old fashioned, sweet end simple, is the wary man-stalker who must keep her wits about her while he loses his, So prohibition does not make the old fashioned girl What are the other attributes of that fabulous being? Granted that the women of earlier generations did know more about sewing and cook- jing, how many of them eould join the | ranks and keep step with the gallant army of girls we see every morning on their way to work? Marriage was woman's only resource then, unless | she wanted to lve around among her | |male relatives under a protection | |which she accepted with a reluctance | equalled only by that with which It| was given, Being the only profes- sion, women all tried to excel each | other in the technique of domesticity, | but I do not believe they knew half) 48 much about being charming as the women of to-day, And even the Son of Man found Mary, the woman who knew how to please, more worthy than her sister Martha, who swept and dusted and washed dishes—a real old fashioned girl if ever there was one, ‘The old fashioned girl was always very “refined.” She was, indeed, what is known sometimes in New York as a prune, What a fine sanity obtained from a goman stock farmer equalled oniy by hers, quoted her re- ing by her milk and butter, buteh p dream, was handed over to the head of the in @n out-of-town newspaper. The | house, farmer tn her innocence had referred] MR. JARR? No, MRS. JARR. to @ “bull calf.” I, with a depravity! “Anything for me?" asked Mr. Jarr. ow, don't be impatient!” was the mark, But do you think that barm-|repty, “Who would write to you at ae nece A oe ever hare fea light! your home? You're too wise for that.” of print in @ land where only heifers |" °). sthar well regu are prope No, indeed! Quoth the] For as in anes other ies Teen woman farmer: “The heifer calf {s|lated households, the man of the & Suliragette. She earns her own liv-| house must always consider himself But a masculine calf is fit only to sell to the Since then I have never attempted to write for remote regions, where, haps, even the old fashioned girl may be @ fact instead of @ lingering {as being under direct suspicion, If he \is good it is only besause he,is watched, And if he“isn't good—well, that's just like a man, aud what else would you expect? “Phere are somo letters for me,” | S| Bachelor Girl Reflection By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Oo. (The New York Bvening World.) MAN'S love letters may be “deleted” nowadays, but they are not half so diluted as they used to be in those unromantic days be-| fore the war started. | A man may call bis wife an “angel,” a “saint” or a “wonder” withoui causing her more than a mild thrill) of pleasure, but if any man ever called his own wife) a “peach” or a “curly wolf” she would probably faint with the shock of delight. The kind of man a girl likes 1s the one who {sn’t buying any new fall suit, because he hopes that Uncle | Sam is planning to give him a much better one, with a hat that won't have to be blocked and a pair of honest-to-goodness shoes—in a fow weeks. Don't worry because your husband begs you to let him spend an oc- | casional evening out; wait until you have to beg him to spend an occa- sional evening at home, eugenics may all be burning questions, | War, suffrage, prohibition and but the most absorbing question to ANY girl in these sentimental days is “Will-you-marry-me-before-I-sail?” A soldier's heart 1s made of India rubber, warranted to stretch over half a dozen love affairs without snapping. Coming back to New York after a week-end in the country always gives you that same thrill of mixed delight and regret with which a sum- mer widower goes down to the »‘ntion to meet his wife after her vacation, Coming! The New Liberty Loan! My bonds will go over the ocean! New York has about women, any- how! For New York has cast off the @rave-clothes of Puritanism and ‘tale Lise as it 1m not aa some woven |, ‘\ My bonds will go over tho sea! My bonds will go over the ocean, ‘Yo pring back my Bonne to mei The Jarr Family | it's golng to be taxed. The !dea!” By Roy L. McCardell but when did Clara Mudridge-Smith | think she was anything in a social way? I think women are all crazy.”’ grumbled Mr. Jarr. “They're only bills, !f you are 80 ous,” remarked Mrs. Jarr, deftly | Pea se apts “So do 1,” declared Mr, Jarr, opening one after another with a hair- : pin, “If you are so worried about my) Mre. Jarr guve him a cold look, ' seeing the bills, you can have them—| ‘Before Clara Mudridge got a rich. and nay them, Tm sure I can't, with| husband her only thousht was to the war prices we are paying for/ escape having to work for a living,” everything and the little money I get she went on, “and ever since she has speak hey abs eee had a rich husband she has beso eee ne morning paper, | talking about ‘Living her own life in ' then,” suggested Mr. Jarr. “Have the her own way,’ and all that sort ot! Allies gloriously taken any more un- j thing. As if she didn’t live ber own Forlani gr eet life in her own way!—fine clothes, ; sia y ie jebarge accounts everywhere, motor ‘Eat your breakfast,” was the @M-! 0475 no children, and now she wante swer. “You have all day to look at) 14 64 t9 do war work in Europe, Ah, | the napere dows, at ep a8 —_ she's a lucky woman!” } while I do not get a chanc' = “Wo over them. Besides, It’s rude to read reed si TeNitEGe oiscen with Ger at the breakfast table, Here's a note| «Never mind whether I would or from Clara Mudridge-Smith, I won-| not” replied Mrs. Jarr. “But it just der what she wants occurs to me that the reason poor “Gimme some more coffee,” said] people find it so hard to make a lve Mr, Jarr, after a pause, during which | ing is because people who don't need | Mrs. Jarr read the last letter. to work insist on working and hold “Can't you see I'm reading? was|!% positions and taking money poor. the reply, “It is very rude for you to| People ahould have.” } intorrept me. Besides, I think you}, “BUt she won't be paid anything tak bop much coffee, and lots of | D¥t her expenses, and she'll have to | people say coffee is nat healthful and| PUY her own uniforms if ehe tates up real war work,” remarked Mz Jarr, “I should worry!” retorted Mra - Jarr, “I only know Clara Mudrigde. Smith can dance, and that is all she’ can do, Our soldiers haven't time to dance—they are teaching the Ger.‘ man to do that.” ‘ “I'l join the Home Guards and get some {ree lessons from the dashing‘ Clara before sie goes abroad,” eald Mr. Jarr, But Mrs, Jarr regarded the sug. ! gestion very coldly and remarked if! he joined the Home Guards he could stay home and dance with her, “That's what I say, ‘the idea torted Mr, Jarr. “How did you know?” asked Mr. Jarr suspiciously, “Lt is very queer she should write me as though it were a great secret, and here you know it all the time.” “I deny it!" retorted Mr. Jarr. “Oh, of course, you deny It!" re- narked Mrs. Jarr, “But Mrs, Rangle Is right, ‘Little do we know what is going on right beneath our noses!'” “I know what's going on under my said Mr, Jarr, “the coffee 1s getting cold and I'd like another cup.” ver mind trying to change the subject,” sald Mrs, Jarr, “When did re- First African Explores a she tell you? What did she say? Why didn’t you speak to me about it? And Jack Silver never sald a word either, Oh! you men all stick to- gether! But the truth will out!” “Are you talking about coffee or what?" asked Mr, Jarr, “I'm talking about Clara Mudridge- Smith writing me she intends to go abroad in war work, But that is no news to you--seeing, as you admit, that you knew it all the time!” “Never heard of it till now,” as- serted Mr, Jarr stoutly, A searching look into his bland and innocent face—and for once he was exonerated, “Well, she writes she is tirea of social idler,” Mra, Jarr ex- ey Scotchman HE first white man to e: | interjor of Africa cn ae the previously well-nigh tabu. lous waters of tho Niger was Mungo Park, born in Scotland 147 years ago. Park was appren- ced to a surgeon, and started his wandering career in 1792 ag age’ sistant surgeon on board the Worces- ter, an East Indiaman, Later the Scotch surgeon was employed by the African Association, and jn June, 1796, he reached the Gambia, In the fol. lowing December, accompanied only by two negro servants, he plunged into the unexplored interior of the Dark Continent, A year later he was back in England, with the proud Unction of being the first ee ee ‘ Muropean to reach the Niger,