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ooo { f ‘ % S 4 ee pe Che ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, “vbil#hed Daily Except Sun the Press Publishing Company, Nos. 63 to is 4 Row, New York. BALPH PULIT: President, 63 Park Row, J. ANGUS SHAW, ‘Treasurer, 63 Park Row, JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr., Secretary, 63 Park Row. MPAINER OF TRE ARSOCIATED PRIA | Amocinted Prem ively entiticd to the am, for repuiten nowy Aewnatahen oattal ORE Sec Merde Sediteg isle pelver nnd aheo a Tocel ‘ewe published hereane i tre eReG «NO, 20,846 "NO TIME TO BE OUT OF BREATH. TIE reception accorded the Austrian peace overture in this country, as in Great Britain and France, has been of the sort to be expected from peoples too busy fighting toward a truc settlement to waste time over proposals looking to a false and hypo- critical one. Germany shall gain neither time nor advantage by such a ruse— is the overwhelming Allied sentiment. As the game now stands, it is surprising to find a good fighter like the New York Times suddenly dropping its gun and falling back 19 the peace line. Referring to the latest peace output from Berlin via Vienna, the Times editorial of yesterday said: It comes in a form which tue Allies may honorably accept in the confident belief that it will lead to the end of the war, Yet only the day before the Times, rejecting the suggestion of Varon Burian for “a calm exchange of views,” declared: When Germany, weakened in man power, her troops fleeing before the forces of the Allies rapidly augmenting and yet to be strengthened by American millions, in sore distress at home, her people bitterly complaining and her statesmen openly acknowledging that victory is beyond reac, shall mako it known that she is ready to put by her criminal ambitions and accept the world’s decision that she must be made power. less or her people freed, then with some fair hope of profit able result Baron Burian's proposals for “a calm exchange of views” may be entertained. Did Germany between Sunday and Monday inform the world that she had renounced her criminal ambitions and pledged herself to free her peop! Did her offer to make a close and selfish bargain with Belgium rehabilitate her overnight in the opinion of civilized nations? What is the matter with the Times? With the German line in Northern France yielding under Allied pressure, with an American army already dropping sholls across the German frontier, persiste: high confidence and the straining of overy muscle are tle means to the only kind of peace worth having. | This is no time to be out of breath. This + GROSS IMPROPRIETY. normal temperature. N THEIR TIME New Yorkers have secn plenty of foolish waste | and misdirected cffort. Propriety, good sense and justice, how- ever, have rarely been more grossly violated than by the scheme of the Policemen’s Benevolent Association, first uncovered yesterday by The Evening World, to tax every patrolman $1 in order to buy presents for Police Commissioner Enright, Frank A. Munsey, mem- bers of the Board of Aldermen, the Board of Estimate and others “who aided in bringing about the increase of policemen’s pay.” Policemen’s salaries in this city were advanced because such advance appeared just and because the rising cost of living had begun to press heavily upon these public servants. i Increased pay was granted in this case not to prosperous, high- salaried bank presidents or corporation heads, but to hard-working, close-living men who badly needed it. A proposal to collect from these men $10,000 to be spent on loving cups or like “tokens of appre: iation” for city officials and other persons who did nothing more ‘nan their plain duty in urging the pay raise in the Police Depart- ment is preposterous. Those for whom such testimonials were intended could hardly fail to be the first to see the impropriety of such a scheme. Indica- tions are that officials of the Policemen’s Benevolent Association who planned the assessment will be speedily convinced that it won’t do. At a time like the present, when a man with the pay of-a police- man needs every cent of it for his family and for his country, the Policemen’s Benevolent Association ought to find better use for its is no time for a sub-! mouflage _ i EDITORIAL PAGE | Tucsday; September 17, 1918 | Capris. by Therm Bi (Tue New York & a hona.) mt renin Musings of By William Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishir HAD had all sorts and varieties of | sweethearts, But in entire list there was nary a widow, And | was just beginning to feel that fate had cheated me when I received two letters which gave me a new interest in life, One was from Kent Dunbar, a friend of mine living in California, who wrote, “Dear Bill, knowing you'll be the tickled, I hereby introduce Bleanor Kneton, the finest little widow at \large. She hails trom Los Angeles, and if I were not engaged to Maude you would not meet her through my taxing power than the levying of assessments to provide expensive} gifte for people who don’t need them—assessments which recall to the public unpleasant past impressions of politics played by methods at one time characteristic of this organization long active the in Police Force, Letters From the People How to Run the B. RK, T. To the Ditor af The Brenig Word Leaving my place of employment at 6:16 on Wednesday, the lth, I got on a B. R. T. subway train and stopped at Canal Street to change for| war times. ‘Those who must luxuries should by abide by the rull thority. Do such people realize the amount of business and the number of men have patriotic enough to ings of men in au- that their six-day plan would put out| @24 “boy” in a patronizing way, an elevated train for Brooklyn, After) f commission? Automobiles are now | which only made me want to take| waiting for more than half un hour ee tit essential need in helping to| care of her all the more, We wore told by an employee of tue] h | ia F. J. When I spoke of marriage Eleanor Company that something was wrong | 5, n/t y The mye an stne Bockes:| would say, “Don't be absurd, Bilil- tain for Bicokyin to ete P some of the profiteering land-| She had been a widow since she This incident gave me an idea. Why | |" in eye a three-reom apart. | was twenty and her husband's pare not let the KB. K. T. give a traaofer 10 an the Bronx for which T was! ents had provided for ber and her thos that ask for it at Canal aarost, | ROUGE ft ner mente lant March 18 | pany girl Prat aney cone war.on Fark low? seemed fair. But the house waa soll! Eleanor did not look a day over { am sure that many people especi-| rrised te a on Sul 1 rent was! eighteen, but I figured that she must ally those who have to change at At-|Gay I was notified ny fick: but to: | ne about twenty-oight, two yours lantic Avenue station, Brooklyn, for a hotitied that from Oct. 1 my rent will be $30, going too far. allowed to take Fulton Street train, would pi r to walk this distance. They would come Will the 1 home much eurlic ine Seas ] every dollar from us time relieve some of the congestion ine we are Irving to scrape together on the Broadway line. ‘There would |jngy kiana?) Wie b hardly be any notic arge on| ne# atame her the Fulton Street line us a fow mre PAuriotc lawmakers th and let these pascagers would make only signe | 40d, et these landionty try to. crush ters for Two Centuries Gitierence, but it would help to re- te fee Cent ants || a Tain cilat Have teen the fied, fie Brusblan “Guurd cw nce a duce the congestion on the othor line.|,, ent? Per ein Rent, | haNS Jcompany of archers, known h At the same time I might mantion| 1° 'M Piitor of The brening Word of the Prussian of |S 4 ny C i known as the that the B. R. T. should put up rail-| Some time ago you had several Germany's fighting men, {pempane Quaras, 16 WAS iranarorme ad ings on Canal Street station ns ut {articles in your paper about the rent| smashed by the headlong. att fighting foree oy Frede- Park Row #0 that no one wil, bo| rising of band ‘de and realty com-| american troops at tt nd bate Re hacen and ae rine Jpanies. The Realty soclates - | America pope at tho second by aru bs dhe lavished much. Pushed off the platform lke tre no.) ay Ny MMLY jhenoela Wel of the Marne. tention on his Guard, avouring ue cidents during ‘the last few days Brooklyn, have raised the The history of this famous organi-|repe for giants, as under eix LOUIS 1. | flats in Jefferson Avenue, between | etion dates back to the” latter | feet in height could enter tis pet regis Supports Gasleos sunduy Order. | Howard and Ur way we last! pa of the eventeenth century, | me ni : t i let ¢ ns “ od year Jo you think itis tal hat is e e bel in the divine } Ishec by Prederich th . ho To the Rititer of The Evening World; An advance of 90 percent within a Went GE LinWR aan inerthodna ct tne jeared only for fighting Me | Replying to some of the letters of| year, I um doing clerical work and| Guard could be depended to pros ig eXample of Napoleon's Impe. your readers criticising the non-use on Sunday, and favor- abolish their use on six far eran Sam. to anwwer thaty are @ luxury ip of ing @ plan to Dave little business sin Being @ married dren, can't 9 eleewhere, with small ebil generosity.” whieh T think is have not had @ raise in the past four | years, as our house is doing very the war began. | to take 2 chance READER. Kent's effusion was closely followed |by a note from the widow herself, |saying that she had arrived in New York and would be pleased to bave me call, Needless to say, w saw Elea- nor I became infatuated with her. And I worked heroically to entertain | her, It was quite evident that she liked me better than any of her other ad- | mirers, Even 80, she tried to dis- | courage me by calling me “infant” older than I, And she called that Jandionds be | ” Prussian Guard, Sma Famous as Figh eign when all other supporters fel! Yet these highly regiments were defeated by t tect the sacred body of their sover- trained AS Stories of Spies By Albert Payson Terhune Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), No. 59--SIMON LOVAT, the Spy Who Was True to No Employer. | B was a Scotch nobleman, who made his fortune by win- | ning the'trust of both sides in nearly every wat and | uprising in his day, and then by betraying each to the | other, It was a profitable occupation—sometimes. Here | is the story: James II. of England had been dethroned and had fled to France for refuge, while his son-in-law, William of Orange, mounted the English throne, in 1689, In France James was forever hatching plots for a triumphant return to his former power. In England the plots honeycombed | the whole nation. For a time nobody knew whether William or James would be the real victor. ‘ Lovat was in his element. He raised a body of armed Highlanders and generously offered their services and his own to King William. All the time he was In correspondence with France, ready at a minute's notice to turn over his troops to King James if the latter seemed likely to win back the crown. A few years later he went secretly to France as a spy for James's fac tion. There he gained the confidence of the Jaccobites (as James's followers were called) and was sent by them to Scotland to spy out the sentiments of the Scotch Lords in regard to a Jacobite uprising. Over to Scotland went Lovat. He went in the guise of a local noble— not as a spy for the Jaccobites. But he did this work there nono the less eraftily. After looking over the ground and getting the views of the great lords, he decided Scotland could not be induced to join the Transfer Services} rebellion, With Scotland out of {t, the rebellion to England. would be doomed to failure, And failure was tho BARRA AAA, one thing (besides loyalty) for which Lovat had no use. So he went by stealth to the heads of the English Government and sold his information as to the Jacobite plot. ‘Then, supposing he had covered his tracks euccessfully, he wont across to France to spy out further details of the plot for his new employers, But for once his self-confidence outran his wit. Ho had been seen in London by Jacobite agents conferring with the Government authoritics. And when he appeared in Paris he was promptly arrested and thrown into prison, . a For the next ten years he remained a captive, Then he escaped to Pngland, where he began again his old game of spying alternately for the Government and for the Jacobites. For a time he succeeded and grew rich. Then once more he was suspected, and again he fell into disgrace. In 1745 a grandson of James LI. ("“Bonnte Prince Charlie’) landed in Scotland and stirred up a mighty rebellion against the German King of England—George U. | This Uprising seemed very likely to succeed. And, as ever, Lovut | wanted to be on the winning side, But, in his own mind, he could net be certain which side was due to win, So he chose a middle course. The Jacobites sent him an urgent summons to join them. He replied secretly that all his hopes and all his affections were centred upon the | Jacobite success, but that he was too old and infirm to take an active part in the revolt. To the English Government he protested just as strong a loyalty for | Qe King George, and he lamented bitterly that he had } Spy Takes Flight § not the phystcul health to strike a blow for the King. to Scotland. But presently the Government learned of his Cem? double dealing, and he was forced to hide in the Highlands to the result of his treachery, failure, and Englund resolved to put a stop to such revolts by inflicting heavy punishment on every one concerned, | Finding that Lovat was trying to make the Highland chiefs start a guerilla warfare against King George, the authorities had tho traitor pur- sued and arrested. He was brought back to London, where he was put on trial for bigh treason, Lovat was found guilty, and, on April 9, 1747, was beheaded. The eighty-year-old scoundre! walked pluckily to the scaffold. As tho axe was abgut to descend upon his neck he cried aloud; “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori!" (“Tt is sweet and right to die | for one's country!") a Matri V. Pollard 2 Co, (The New York Brening World), X.—Episode of the Widow and the Little Girl ars older!” I reckoned that n, her little girl, who was at ding school, was about ten years old, a rather mature child for one to be a parent to, But even this fact did not affect my love for Eleanor, who kept telling me not to forget that she had a grown daughter, “I shall love Helen 4s much as you do,” I assured her. | “Perhaps better,” answered she. | And all the while my intention of making her my wife became firmer and firmer. At last sho held out some hope by saying, “Be patient, Billy boy, until Helen comes for her Christmas va- cation. We'll see then.” I have foung that nothing wins the affection of little ones as surely as siving them presents to gladden their juvenile souls, So I purchased a gorgeous French doll as a gift to Helen and took the box containing it to present when she arrived at Grand Central Sta- \tion | Wleanor laughed joyously as I told {her about the doll Helen love: | dolls more than other toys, |said she. When the passengers filed through the gate from the train I nearly | thrust my package at a rosy cheeked, curley-headed little girl, But Elea- jerked mo “Phat isn't |Baby. I'll tell you when she comes." | ‘Then in another instant Eleanor was | embracing a tall, beautiful young lady, dressed very modishly, who looked anywhere between eighteen and thirty Turning to me, Eleanor flabbergas- tered me by saying, “This is my big Bill.” any nor back. shed by Americans, |rial Guard caused the Prussian or- ganization to be increased in size, and it Row comprises a complete army 1 of pach year’s class cf Mfusstan re. ‘ And she was some baby! Nevertheless I still wanted to marry the widow, even though she must be years older than I had believed. But that very evening Eleanor dashed my hopes, She sald, “Now you see how absurd your marrying me would be, don't you, boy dear? My daughter would be much the better mate for you.” The more I argued and urged, the more Eleanor teased and laughed. She was a fascinator! And she was right. Daughter would have been un ideal wife for me. But I could not gracefully have managed a transfer of love from mother to daughter. Eleanor had no scruples about marrying a disgusting- Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Fvening World.) RS. JARR and Mrs. Clara Mud-| M ridge-Smith, escorting Mr. Jarr, arrived at the portals of the Hotel St. Croesus, where the Ladies’ War League was the event of the afternoon, Mrs, Jarr was alight-| ing in great dignity behind Mrs. Clara Mudridge-Smith from that lady's electric brougham. From the step of the electric car she could look down Into the neck of Mr, Jarr, who had preceded the ladies in disembarking, Mrs. Jarr gave a stifled scream. What think you she ‘saw? She saw a frayed collar that had cut a red line into the back of Mr.) Jarr’s neck. She saw also the collar The Jarr Family’ By Roy L. McCardell ' dear!" Mrs, Jarr remarked to her | friend, and taking Mr. Jarr aside she| hissed in his ear—the collar having dropped down again—"WHY always make a show of me?" “How?” asked the astounded Mr Jarr, who felt his sacrifice in going | to a war time hen party rather than| home to a quiet dinner should be ap- preciated, especially since the pros-| Oswald paid $10,000 a year for the pect was fair for pinochle later in| checkroom privilege and none escaped the evening. | him. “Look at your I's all| “But T only want to catch up with frayed in the back!” whimpered Mrs.| my wife before she gets in where tho Jarr. “I'm a-frayed it is," replied Mr.| Ladies’ War meeting is going on, I'm Jarr, essaying a little humor of the} not going in; at least now," explained heavy calibre type. Mr. Jarr, for in these days, every “And why have you no collar button| uniform, even a hat boy’s livery, has f sh Army, perhaps, Mr. Jarr at terfApted to pass on, but Oswald, th. hat boy, deployed around Mr, Jarre’ flank and stayed him with a large, impressive hand clothed in a white cotton glove, “Sorry, sir.” said Oswald, “but you can't go to the Myrtle Room without checking your hat and cane.” do you collar. ly wealthy and fat bachelor of fifty was loose from the collar button, And corps, Into its ranks go the cream of whom wt been recente Horuited from elvil itt A ‘ eruti when Mr. Jarr bowed with consum- mate ease as the ladies alighted, the frayed collar rose up the back of his neck to the Hindenburg line of bis last hair cut. “Excuse me | before her affection for me could pos- sibly have cooled. But hers was a widow's license! | P. 8. We went uptown from the | station in a taxi, and I purposely left | the doll in it, “Bachelor Girl Reflections By Helen Rowland a moment, Clara, Comyright, 1918, by The Preas Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World) SUMMER flirtation is the penny ante of the love game. “Every Jack has bis Jill"—oh, yes, and nowadays every Jill has two or three “Jacks,” and a few “Sammies” besides, Of course, a man should stop flirting before the girl falls in love, but how can he when the average girl falls in love before he begins? The hardest task of the modern girl's lle is prove to a man that’his attentions are serious to Make hay while the sun shines, and you'll nave plenty of time to make love while the moon shines— | MBS ane. chances are that you'll be too tired to do it, The man | who spends his youth grubbing for money to enjoy in his old age, like the child who eats the most dinner in order to get the most devsert, has no | appetite left, A woman never becomes a real philosopher unui her last emotion {has been burned out, her last illusion knocked out and her last flirtation | played out, | ! cut him loose and another knot in it, Tether a man and he'll pull like mad at the rope; he'll immediately come around and proceed to try to Ue Love is a book in which every man fancies that he is going to write a brand new chapter, until he discovers that there is no phase of it on which Adam did not have the first copyright. As long as he can take a town without being asked to pronounce it, or kiss a girl without being asked to explain it, the Américan soldier in in the back of your shirt?” Mrs, Jarr went on, “I have, but it's one of the pinhead Kind the laundry sends home as souvenirs in place of the buttons they tear off. It was the only one I could find.” “You go get’a decent collar and a collar button and another tie, while you are about it!" hissed Mrs, Jarr “Then you can join us at the meet- ing.” She turned to her friend and re- marked that Mr. Jarr had to attend to an important matter for a moment and he would be with them later, ‘The two ladies swept within and Mr, Jarr was left deserted at the portals of the Hotel St. Croesus. Then he remembered that in chang- ing his attire he had forgotten to change his money—to change it from | an inside pocket of the other clothes | to an inside y t of the clothes he | was wearing. He had gone down to the office on borrowed carfare and| had come home the same way. “Let this be a warming of the hol low mockeries of prosperity,” mur mured Mr. Jarr to himself, “If I had | only one sult of clothes this could have never happened.” More or less faultlessly attired, | otherwise, except for the automatic ripsa Mr. gilded doorway of penniless in a great city Then he remembered Mrs. Jarr al- ways had the bulk of the family finances concealed about her person. And, resolute in the face of dire ne- cessity, he strode into the hotel in the hope of overtaking Mrs, Jarr ere she had gained the Myrtle Room, where the Ladies’ War League was to meet. “Check your hat, sir!” cried Os- wald, the head hat boy-~not yet drafted, more's the pity! “Check your cane!” Mr. Jarr had @ cane. He was in training to get @ commission in the! ar, Jarr s ood at the . Croesus, its authority, Oswald of the hat and coat shock brigade could read truth in Mr, Jarr’s countenance, and for that very reason he saw a dime would escape if his victim caught up with the lady he sought. “Can't help it, sir,” he murmured firmly."* ll have to have the hat and cane, It's the rule.” In a moment of weakness Mr. Jarr surrendered his hat and cane and then hastened after Mrs, Jarr and Mrs, Clara Mudridge-Smith. He reached the door of the Myrtle Room just as the ladies passed within. \ “Hold on!” growled a husky lackey also not as yet drafted—perhaps by had flat feet—who stood, an unciv' sentry of civil life, at the doorway, “You can't go in unless accompanied by a lady.” “Why?” asked Mr. Jarr, “Don't know, can't sa ‘was the reply. “But it's the rule. Maybe it’s to keep out mashers and slackers.” And there was Mr, Jarr on the edge of No Man's Land, without the door without his hat and without a dime to redeem the latter. Darn the Kaiser! > TAKING NO RISKS, M. P. who had to speak in a A northern town travelled up from London the night before, taking only a small handbag with him, The train was very late in arriving, and the M. P, engaged @ room at the first hotel he came across, A servant showed him his room and, after shuffling @ bit, said: “Please, sir, my instructions are,, when a inan hasn't any baggage “4 ask him to pay in advance.” “But I've got luggage!” said the M P., indignantly pointing to the Mttl handbag. “I know, alr,” said the servar sternty. “But you've stayed too on that already,”—London Axswer eet * \ \ , A