The evening world. Newspaper, October 5, 1918, Page 12

es a a ens a re aes ee ne eee ae » — +S eet sree anne st ee ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, Published Dally Except Sengey by the Press Pubiishing Company, Nos. 63 to #3 Park Row, New York. RALPH PULITZER, President, 63 Park Row. J. ANGUS BHANW, “Treasurer, 63 Park Row. JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr, Se ry, 63 Park Row, MEMAER OF THR ASSOCIATED PRESS, Associated Py netvely 1 if f alt a tone Oe ai ti ee gto pry avy VOLUME 59........ Co EsC sees Se CeCesevesaeees NO, 80,808 GET BACK TO VALUES. N PROCEEDING from the standardization of shoe prices to the standardization of clothing prices generally, the War Industries Board takes a logical and natural step. Chait:nan Baruch’s talk to members of the National Retail Dry Goods Association was plain and to the point: After that (the fixing of shoe prices) will have to come the regulation and distribution of almost all the things with which you gentlemen have to deal. I don’t want you to say it can't be done, because it must be done. It is unthinkable that only thé man with the longest pocketbook can get the things he needs. of a fair price as “a price based on something like the normal profits in| normal times. ” ‘Nor cen there be much quarrel with Mr. Baruch’s definition It comes back to the old question: Why should any man be permitted to “make a good thing” out of war? Why, in the case of hundreds of commodities, should an inevit- able economic rise of prices be accelerated and exaggerated without! restraint in order that those who deal in those commodities may enjoy bigger percentages of profit than in time of peace? | Why, above all, should extra large gains go into the pockets of} those why sell food and clothing to a people carrying the burden| of war? These questions have become familiar enough. Nevertheless, | they cannot be too often repeated as long as answers are demanded in the shape of curbs on the various classes of exploiters. No one for a moment desires to see industry discouraged or ness blighted by overregulation. But wi!l any one maintain that American industrial and business energy must flag in war time unless it is assured exceptional, unlim- ited opportunities for the greater gratification of greed? Would any American publicly confess that he regards the war primarily as a condition he should take advantage of to make himself ticher? The psychology of the situation is this: War devastates commerce, closes markets and forces the general intelligence of the country to recognize that an economic rise of prices mus: be expected. ‘Thousands who handle and sell commodi- ties advance their prices faster than economic need requires because they know the public mind is reconciled to a general rise and because they can always plead the necessity of protecting themselves against unforeseen increase in their own expenses. Finding the upward movement of prices thus accelerated, the speculator and the profiteer see their chance to boost away higher still, the retailer goes each| raise from the wholevaler one or two better, until at lust every one is boosting incessantly and laying the blame to others. At this stage the only hope for overburdened consumers is a drastic return to true economic values and strict enforcement of the) principle that no privilege assuring extraordinary profit attaches to supplying the common needs of a people at war. | War i; a national undertaking. The direct burdens it imposes | are nationally determined and adjusted. Abnormal economic and industrial conditions to which war gives rise can only be dealt with nationally, There is every re ‘on, therefore, why Federal authority may properly declare that neither a pair of shoes nor a suit of clothes| shall be sold at prices which give those who manufacture, handle} and sel! these commodities higher percentages of profit than they could exp if the country were in its normal state of peace. . Letters From the People “Home Merees" Not Wanted. found it very discouraging to be re- Teo the Wktor of The Evening World Irusea in different hou: because I Touching on slackers and slickers N84 children. | Anpuld like te live| whatever that there are a great many ase of "Poor West Side Mother," | of them in and out of uniforms, Just | I‘ ane to tae any flat I could get, take a ride on any of the elevated |} had to scrub cwan boretee ie Foads or the subwuy during the rush owner refused to palit, Still 1 was hours and see the crowds of young lucky to get the rooms at though It is an the soldiers, tors, &c., for some men between the age of twenty-one and thirty-one years who escaped the draft. Like many other nl And those lam ata Joss to knew how they did it, I have ‘me children all had to be in houses | two boys over there, the youngest | Somewhere is it that landlords re so prejudiced st children and aineteen years of axe hey enlisted | refuse to house them? Who ts pro immediately after our country de- |tecting their property? Some one's clared war. There are many families | Poy A « mans that we know who have had two ne oo Pe memerse wae three sons drafted. We also know’ their some young men who are hiding be- | GED MOTHER, hind petticoats. Others who have|a Good Word tor War Plant been drafjed, through some influence xen are being kept home doing work that| To the Elitor of The Evening World: Dovs sixteen years of age can do,! A letter was published in your pa- I think United States Senator V - | F nition workers, {[ have worth called them “slickers." I don't winter meakions, more wonder that so many people write you | bus deal the 500 tments of ness. Th abut it. They see their sons, broth- aotory oF powder Plant ts ‘no i * ‘or a weak man, and thos emp and husbands going over, while Working there are not considered their neiebbors are posing as home! slackers broadminded peop! heroes, Ali the heroes are over there | workers sare at staki ready to go when called. hours ® day, seven Gaye & week, oF ready to GO WMQUARI DEAL | while their health ing under. mined every minute of their work- ing hours. Perhaps a few soft Jobs will be found in these plants, as th are in every p! » where people are employed on a large scale, All red blooded Americans should do their bit in a plant If rejected for active service, I'm waiving exemption because I Heartless rds, To the Biiwor of The Evening World Permit me to say that if “C, 8. M." ig really the mother of four children she can compliment herself on being avery iucky person to have been able to save $500 to buy a home and pay off another $800 mortgage. I also am the mo: ae chideen ond have France AMBRICAN, HIS first week of the Fourth Lib- erty Loan has passed, dreds in other | EDITORIAL PAGE Saturday, October 5, 1918 4 Co, ! ty 1 ty The Rr inating Co, ’ wvening World.) (The New York i | | Stories of Spies} By Albert Payson Terhune | Copyright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Co, (The » w York Evening World), y (0. 64.--WALTER GREENWAY; the “Second Story Man’’ Who Turned Spy. is known at present ay “Walter Greenwa: not his real name. He was afflicted with a habit of climbing Into tha second stories of English houses. And for this eccel tricity he did time more than once. In four years he piled up a record of ten arrests. At last he was ehipped to Ceylon, where moa® the houses are all on one floor, and where the art & “second story work” might be expected to languish for t which te want of practice. But Greenway did not stay in Ceylon. tamia, where he “turned native,” and married a local dusky beauty. For years thereafter nothing was heard of him. Then the present war began. And England sent armies to the near East. ‘ At about this time a deaf and dumb Bedouln appeared among Eng, ‘ He escaped and fled to Mesopos, land's Turkish foes, where he had no trouble at all in picking up all sorts of useful military knowledge. This knowledge he promptly sent, in lettera, No Woman’s Land Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, ‘The New York Evening World) Hun- of speeches have been made, Every pub- | tie sounded with appeal. One evening dur- ing the week I sat in a motion pic- ture house and heard a young ma. rine tell the story of the big show Cowie nara “over there.” On the stage with him were four wound- ed comrades, Their mangled feet and crutches told the tale, This man spoke a big truth when he said, “They are giving; you are only lending. told stories about “No man’ Jand," and was interrupted in his speech by the cry of a woman: “I'll lend @ thousand dollars!" and in that | low-priced theatre a sum was real- ized in @ fow minutes of almost $40,000, The most significant thing was the fine subscriptions by women, sig- nificant because lately women have been given a chance to play their equal part in the great game, Women realize more than ever that they are not only fighting to purity No man's land,” but to eliminate ‘No woman's land." For they know it 1s no woman's land where women bear children whose first teaching is militarism, place has re-| the | NEWEST THINGS IN SCIENCE. a, which produced more than At, of the, refined copper in the States last year, is ex- pected to exceed its record tiis year, ce 6 An American patent has been grant- dish inventor of a chair |which can be folded into several dif- |ferent positions or converted into a table. | e 4 6 Metal plates to be clamped to the invented which scatter its breezes as ing fan, J oe ert | A tent suspended from a tripod and |containing @ hammock has been in- |vented, while a plece of canvas can be fastened beneath it to completely enolose an occupant, cs . | A Swiss company has spent a large amount for road improvement and equipment @nd plans to carry pas- | invade the sanctity of the home and By Sophie Irene Loeb It is no woman's land when the | holy bonds of marriage are disre- | garded to bring more soldiers into the world, It 1s no woman's land where men | dare not speak lest they lose even! the liberty of Hving. | It is no woman's land where they | send boys of fourteen to fight the | battles of men, It 1s no woman's land where they | put women in front of men that the honorable foe may not strike throw women out of it on the grounds of war, It ts no woman's land when young daughters are ruthlessly torn from weeping mothers and sent to prison vamps that are worse than slavery. It is no woman's land when hus- bands are brutally murdered before the eyes of their wives and the mur- derer goes marching on. It ts no woman's land where little babes are bayoneted and carried as souvenirs, It 1s no woman's land where the Government may order men to law- lessness in order to increase the pop- ulation. i It is no woman's land where hungry It is no woman's land where the rule of a mad king and a maudlin princeling carry the fate of the family in the palm of their hand. Tt is no woman's land where little | children are forced to starve more long range guns may be made. It is no Woman's land where woman ia still reckoned as 80 much utilitar- ian chattel “to be seen and not heard so often.” ‘To wipe out no woman's land there is one big way. If every woman she would sweep it clean of all its terrors, would lend her money—all she can—| that| She was calmest, ie Jarr Family iy Copyright, 1918, by Toe Prens Publishing Co, The New York Evening World | told the positions and numbers of the Turkish guns at the fort where ne had ISS CORA HICKETT burst into M the Jarr apartments and into tears simultancously. “Why, whatever is the matter, Cora?” cried Mrs, Jarr in alarm. “Do not speak to me! Don't speak to me! to Gen. Townshend, the local British commander. The Bedouin deaf-mute was Walter Greenway. At news of his country’s peril he forgot his old grudge against the land that so often had imprisoned him. Diaguised, he set forth to help England as a spy. For a time everything went smoothly. Greenway was able to fird out countless secrets of the Turks and to transmit for worr®, those secrets to the British, ’ Lol) eae But finally, for some reason, the supposed deat~ Bel Mba mute was suspected. It is said that a camp follower had seen him enter the British lines. So the Turks Aecided to find out, first of all, if he were really deaf and dumb. ‘They fired rifles close behind him. Greenway made no sign of hearing the noise, Next they backed him up to a big gun and fired It. The concussion sent the blood oozing from Greenway’s ears and nos~ But he did not turn around nor start. Next the Turks tested his powers of speech by means of hot jrons and by tearing out his fingernails. Not one word could the torturers wrins froma him, Within a week Greenway made his way again to the British camp ard trils. been tortured and the exact nature of their various defenses. Tn a letter to friends in England he explained thus his reasons for turn= “| knew no army drill. Besides, I feared they might sniff out my cter if I applied for enlistment. It struck me I might work eff my deaf and dumb trick on the Turks and perhaps bring in a little information if I canie across any German officers.” Again suspicion fell upon the spy. This time the Turks razed his hone, to the ground. He fell 11 from privations and from his tare, > ow rrr tures. But he was able to blow up a Turk.c'al Former Jailbird arsenal near Bagdad before he succumbed to his il'= Does His Bit. peas ness. a Then his faithful native wife carried the dying spy te a mission hospital, where in early September of 1916 he died. Just before his death Greenway wrote to his Engtish frie have nothing to grumble at, I have had my Innings. It is a solemn feeling, I have, I have not been what I might. Also, I have been misunderstood, somewhat.” All his reports and letters were written on tiny scraps of soiled paper—on anything he had been able to find in the desert that would hold, a mes ds: “Well & ze. By Rove. McCardell » with alarm that her nose was red, a defect she immediately set out to rec- tify by a liberal application of pearl) powder, Consider also, from this on, that as Miss Hickett is speaking she is work- | ing all the properties in the vanity) box, @ crimson compound for the “You know I love to telephone him every hour of the da He is so busy at the Naval offices—aboard ship, ha calls it—that he can only come to sca” me when he has ‘libert " whimpered Miss Hickett. “And you know how told you that he is so dazed with happiness, or something, that ng replied Miss Hickett almost incoherently, and then waited for Mrs, Jarr to say something. Mrs, Jarr had the Napoleonic tem-| perament, When others were excited lips, an application for the eyebrow: ete, : “Does his being a yeoman in the navy prevent him marrying? Has Mr, Silver broken the engagement?” \asked Mrs, Jarr, “I certainly shall NOT speak to| I'q like to seo him try!” said Miss you, either here or when I meet you Hickett, clicking her teeth together after this, unless you explain,” she and squinting into her miniature mir- said coolly. ror to see if her thin line of eyebrows “Oh, my poor heart is breakin; were in order. cried Miss Hickett hysterically. “I) “Weil, I don’t see what you are 60 do not care what becomes of me excited about then,” said Mrs, Jarr. now! I will take the vell—I will go| “It's your husband, that’s who it in the army—the Salvation Army—| is!" cried Miss Hickett. and cook doughnuts, although I hate) “What has my husband to do with get mad about coal deliveries again They ought to restrain themselves until they really need heat." about the matter of keeping warm, Miss Primm, Private Secretary to th Boss. “Just a little one," said the boy. “Do you want people to be cold?" |demanded Popple. coal “Listen, the Blond Stenographer, “it wouldn’ guard of an electric fan have been|be so bad if you'd dig up a new joke| now and then, but yours are all | well 4s would be done by an oscillat-| old. They're enough to turn a per-| son's hair gray. | said Bobbie, pleasantly, Miss Primm, does say something really bright,” snapped the “Blonde, “My har i: know I am qualified for service in sengers over some routes in the Alps in electric automobiles, genuinely blond, and it's no secret.” “that people are beginning to “They don't seem able to keep cool do they?" asked Bobbie, the Office | Boy, grinning. “What is that~—a joke?” sneered “Oh, no, but their bins should be Bobbie,” said Miss Tillie, “They'd never turn yours as long as tho old drug store is on the job,” “Oh, for the land's sake!” chuckled | ow and again Bobble “I consider his statement an insult," 4 “I notice you're not trying to keep comments extrem | ‘Put, tut!" said Spooner, the mild 8\ little Bookkeeper, soothingly, “Why morning? This should be a happy | little family.” “With Miss Primm as the grand- mother,” suggested Bobbie, Primm. does say her gaze directed at Miss “Now and again Bobble something really bright.” * “You're both insultin, Private Secretary, | nobody's business, I want you all to know that I have just passed my twenty-seventh birthday.” “Coming back?" asked Bobble, in a low tone, “Now, now vening. “Let's change Why begome personal? | short story last night, Last Lap.’" “Ig it about @ cat drinking milk?” |asked Bobbie, Of course not! It's about a bloycle race, It seems to me you're pretty fresh this morning.” ow, no’ sald Popple, with a 8\ grin, “Let's be pleasant.” “Bobbie is enough to exasperate a t| " sald Spooner, inter- the subject. I wrote a I call it ‘The is it necessary for us to quarrel each | “My land!" came from Miss Tillie, snapped the | “While my @ge is) onkey,” grunted Spooner, foes steal the last loaf from the hovel| In the words of the marine, the | the smell of boiling lard, I do not it? Mr, Jarr isn't going into the Na of the pauper. women “over there’ have given; |care whether I look a fright In the) val Reserve—he says all his friends It is no woman's land where wo-| you are only asked to lend, Another HAeER “ee me AAG Ie out ae itp the Tanks!" Mrs. Jarr re- vi PB ‘ins. her vanity box She aoted in its mirror torted. men whose country has been invaded | week of lending bes SUT arte reer e nee A |eontemptuously. “Do you think I'm F B y B 1 d e D u d ] ey | bothering my head about a MARRIED c 1c¢ O Y Cc e jman? But I did think Mr, Jarr was my friend, And only he and you Copyright, 1918, by The Pfs Publishing Co, | {t dark," came from Bobbie. , Gi how he Ag heuerigiaiey re" lexegih (The New York Evening World) “That will do, young man!" said| said Popple, “but take it easy and"—| "| 667 SHE by the papers,” Mie ule Pitteteonen tavcey || Gavaula you salnuateahae 1 am a| ‘Know what? 1 Seciase I'm Joslon | Popple, the Shipping family are blonds and I resent your | donke: | patience!" said Mrs, Jarr, testily be- cause Miss Hickett had implied that Mr, Jarre n't worthy of being tempted by any and all sirens and vampires. Mr, Jarr and you and I were t! only ones that knew my poor, dear Jack's awful secret!” replied Miss Hickett. “Of all the world we three were the only ones aware that my poor, dear Jack's whole life was one “Hee haw!" laughed Bobbie, “It's great to be crazy, ain't It, Spoony? “Bobbie, you should not apply frivo- | lous names to your elders,” said Miss Primm, ‘Mr, Spooner is not spoon; “How do you know? Have you tried | him? i have you fired for that, pped the Private Secretary, The| words were hardly out of her mouth when Mr. Snooks, the Boss, entered, | Strong, manly struggle against the ood morn'ng,” cooed Miss Primm, | drink demon! | Oh, Mr, Snooks, Bobbie has geen| “Shucks!” said Mrs, Jarr impa-| too fr tiently, “Jack Silver isn't any more} “Wha | addicted to drink than you are! Be- “He © one thing.” A smile crept over the face of tbe Boss. “Well,” ho said, “is he? You| fancee. ought to know, Miss Primm, I've neen| “They'll tell you a lot of things you at two theatres together this| When they first realize they are en-| week. |gaged to be married and begin to! “Now, Mr. Snooks!” said the Pri-| Weaken on it,” said Mra, Jarr coolly, | vate Secretary, smiling. “What an] age t has my husband got to do | everlasting tease you are." wi e Mr, Snooka went into hie private| “My dear Jack had ‘liberty’ to-day, office and shut the door, Bobbie|*®¢ where ls he? Is he with me? apnoea No; he's with your husband, And I Why don't you fire the Boss?” he| thought Jack was a slave to his aaked, vows!" sobbed Miss Hickett, “I'm going out to get an ice-cream| “wsiave to fddieaticke!” said Mra. soda,” snapped Miss Primm, And ‘ as she left the room she slammed the|Jarr impatiently, “Who told you such « silly thing?” sides, all drinking will be stopped tor | the duration of the war next July!" | “But Jack told me so!" wailed the door vigorously, | quarters, |sailor there grinned at me and tol’ leaves his telephone receiver off the hook and the Naval switchboard op~ erator tells me she can't get an ans swer and then Ican hear him snicker.% “You're not married to him yet,” advised Mrs, Jarr. “Take my advice and leave the Naval Reserve tele phone alone; have a little Naval Re« serve yourself, 80 to speak “I only want to know if he stilt loves me, if he is thinking of me alf the time,” gushed Miss Hickett sentia mentally. “He mustn't only think of ships and cannon,” ‘Then her tone changed, and she said in a firm measured voice: 'm indebted to you for all you've done, Mrs. Jarr, but you can leave it to me that I know how to handle a man after I'm engaged to him, Whether he keeps the telephone dis« connected or not, it makes a man think he’s mighty important when his fiancee has him always in mind. f have known lots of girls to lose @ good chance, no matter how scared the men seemed, who waited to be approached, who let their beaux show all the anxiety, The girl who shows she cares for n, thinks of him all the time, and never lets him alone a moment after he proposes is the one who gets hime A man who is afraid his sweetheart; will kill herself or make a dreadfut scene or sue him a ow his letters if he deserts her, doesn't desert burs Yo man as eligible b will ever have to me, am 8 Jack Silve the chance to say ‘You never evinced any interest or af’ fection!’ " “You're a smart girl" said Mray Jarr, admiringly, “But how did you know that Jack § Jarre?" “I got so alarmed that I culled aut Jack's office at Naval Reserve head- and typewnjter! iver is out with Mr, another me Yeoman Sil had gone out om ‘liberty’ with Mr. Jarr, and, furthers more,” here Miss Hickett's voice took on a tone of horror, “the typewriter, sailor said they'd gone to splice the mainbrace together,” “But, my dear girl, that perhaps ts what is called ‘doing ye said Mrs. Jarr consolingly BL Ma, GOOD sHoT, , Gossip is the ammunition used iny the gun of idle curlosity,—Chicagoy News,