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g » Vance can be obtained at the box of- EDITORIAL PAGE ‘Friday, December6,19i8 ed ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, Published Daily Except boneey £3. hee FS “sm Company, Nos. 63 te IH SU ATIA Frater Eo er Jost ih PULITZER Irs Secretary, 63 Park Bow. MEMBER OF THB ASSOCIATED PRESS, Oe Soe tetas redid 1S" Uhs pater abd "t0 iocal new Selah VOLUME 59......cecseecccccccssccscccccvceses NO, 20,926 THE GREAT STORY. T IS in truth only a “brief summary” that Gen. Pershing gives of I of what the American Expeditionary Force achieved on the battlefields of France. But it is a summary to be eagerly read and re-read by Americans 48 an authoritative putting together of the parts of the great story which have come to them piecemeal. There it stands, connected and compact, told by the man best fitted to tell it. It is a soldier’s summary. It has no purpose beyond plain rela- tion of the facts, giving each its proper value, with just apportionment of praise where praise is due. It gives to the American forces in France, as their fighting contributed to the final victory, a place no other than that their actual achievements won them. Throughout the portions of Gen. Pershing’s account dealing with events previous to the last great offensive can be felt, it is true, the enthusiastic cénfidence of the American Commander in Chief in his troops and his impatience to have French and British commands place full reliance in the ability of an American Army to tackle any fighting job on its own account. But it was what the American troops did, quite as much as what @en. Pershing urged the Allied command to believe they could do, that convinced Foch and started the supreme offensive in which the Americans were assigned their all-important tasks, Nothing in Gen. Pershing’s narrative indicates that he brought to bear upon Marshal Foch anything more powerful that persuasion backed by what he calls the “electrical effect” of the demonstration Americans gave of their fighting qualities at Cantigny, Belleau Wood and Chateau-Thierry. After the Americans had shown what they were capable of in helping to hold back the powerful German thrust that formed the deep Marne salient, Gen. Pershing says: | “Seizing this opportunity to support my conviction, every division with any sort of training was made available for use in a counter offensive. The place of honor in the thrust toward Soissons on July 18 was given to our Ist and 2d Divi- sions in company with chosen French divisions.” Again after the First American Army had been organized on Aug. 10 in preparation for the dri¥e against the St. Mihicl salient, jong planned as the first American offensive action on a large scale and after the job had been brilliantly-done and the salient wiped out, the American Commander in Chief notes: “This signal success of the American First Army in its first. offensive was of prime importance. The Allies found they had a formidable army to aid them, and the enemy learned finally that he had one to reckon with.” The “signa! success” in this case was measured by the fact that “at the cost of only 7,000 casualties, mostly light, we had taken 16,000) prisoners and 443 guns, a great quantity of material, released the inhabitants of many villages from enemy domination and established our lines in a position to threaten Metz.” From that time on followed the steady climax of “signal euc- essex” won not only by a First and by a Second American Army but by separate corps of Americans fighting with Allied troops, as in tle ease of the 27th and 30th Divisions of our 2d Corps—including troops from New York’s own National Guard of other days-—who won high praise from the British Army commander under whom they co-oper- ated with the Australian Corps on Sept. 29 and Oct. 1 in smashing tho Hindenburg Line “where the St. Quentin Canal passes through o tunne] under a ridge.” ‘The tremendous task assigned the American Army east of the Meuse, the way the Americans performed it and the part it played in the final drive to victory is made plain in a succinct half dozen lines in the middle of Gen. Pershing’s review of the fighting in October: “Our dogged offensive was wearing down the enemy, who continued desperately to throw his best troops against us, thus | weakening his line in front of our Allies and making their advance less difficult.” The soldierly accuracy and moderation with which the American Commander in Chief defines the part played by the American forces te the surest aid toward establishing beyond all question the impor- tance and glory of that part. No one will gather from Gen. Pershing’s summary that anything but observation of the American Expeditionary Forces themselves in action was needed to convince Marshal Foch that the time had come to start his big offensive. They supplied the knock-down argument, Gen. Pershing has furnished the firm, clear outline of these great chapters of the Nation’s history. It will be filled in with a wealth of inspiring, never-to-be-forgotten detail. In referring to the action at Chateau-Thierry, Gen, Pershing “A& single regiment of the 3d wrote one of the most bril- lant pages in our military annals on this occasion,” The Eveting World was fortunate in being able last night to throw light upon that page in the vivid narrative of its correspondent,| Martin Green, who, when in France, heard a first hand account of the engagement Gen. Pershing refers to from one of the officers who took! part in it. | That “single regiment”ywhich Gen. Pershing leaves undesignated was the 30th, and the story of how it fought for twenty-four hours| with Germans in front, Germans to the right, Germans to the left and/ Germans stealing around behind it, and after the enemy had quit took afternoon off and played baseball, will remain one of the American classics of the war. the People not prevail then, although the price list reads as such, 1 then asked for a ticket at one dollar and a half, with the information that these wore sold out, Upon leaving I was accosted by © speculator outside who sald he had tickets for any performance during the week. This has been a repeate incident. How long shall this be tolerated? Letters From Would Carh Ticket Speculators, ‘We the Haitor of Tue Evening World T am one of those poor mis- guided unfortunates who believe that desirable tickets purchased in ad- At the Metropolitan Opera Monday I asked for a dollar for Saturday afternoon and was d that the dollar prices did A The Iniquity of Ingratitude Copyright, 1918, by The Prows P ng Co, (The New York Evening World.) FRIEND told me a very pa- thetic Incident. It seems tiat a young woman from the West came to New York in order to make her livell= hood. She was from a nice family and had all the .n- stincts of fine womanhood. She was just a begin- ner in her work, however, and it was not easy to get on. She met an old friend—a girl school friend, who also was making ber way in the metropolis, The two decided to help each other and be- came inseparable companions, shar- ing each other's joys and sorrows and earnings, Now it came to pass that the young woman from the West went to visit a friend in a nearby city There she met a number of people. Among them was a man of consid- erable standing in his community, wealthy and scemingly worth while He fell in love with this girl and she with him, and it was not long until they were married, They w on a long honeymoon, and after a Copyright, 19 by The rem pw (The New Yor Breting city, Now, in her affluence, she had not forgotten her chum in New York. We will call her Ann, She sent her many little presents and did many yeautiful things for her to make life easier, Having known her worries, she did everything she could to re- lieve them, ‘ They kept in touch With each other for about three years. Everything was very happy. Ann, however, did not seem to succeed in he: work, and her livelihood continued to be a great struggle. This grieved the newly married woman very much and she resolved to do something to give her friend a better opportunity for developing her work, She prevailed on her hus- band to have her friend come and make her home with them, ‘The husband, having lavished on his wife everything that wealth and money could buy, did not refuse her this worthy wish, The friend came, She enjoyed all the luxuries of a beautifully appointed home, She soon became one of the family, And to make a long story short, the longing to retain al) this was too much for her, How women do these things It is hard to believe, This girl actually alienated the affections of the hus- band for the young wife and caused a strained relationship, to say the least. The wife is heartbroken over it all, for she truly loves this man, It is one of those dreadful’ tragedies that make one wonder at life's paradoxes. Of all the people to whom this girl owed loyalty, it was the wife, Of course, one might say that if the man’s love was so easily taken awiy it was not worth while and the wife is better without it. But that does not ease her present pain, It seems to me that there is no punishment great enough for a girl who deliberately sets herself to the task of making trouble for the one who has befriended her, There is nothing worse than the iniquity of ingratitude. Perhaps it will not be too late for this young wife to get over this sor- row and to have a happy life with a much better man, I believe in the law of compensa- tion, I do not think you can go along doing the right thing as near as you know it, as in the case of this wife, and lose out in the end, Somehow, somewhere, good does come, even though it does not seem to be in the immediate foreground, In like manner the law of balances is always on the job, and the ingrate will pay as sure as the sun shines, I! have seen so much of it, Hundreds of cases could be cited of this inhuman trait of ingratitude— time returned to live in this nearby Wilson May Be Second President To Get the Nobel Prize upon men eminent in science, literature and the advancement of peace, will be distributed in the near future, probably on the anniver- i har Nobel Prize, which is bestowed lsary of the death of Alfred B, Nobel at San Remo, Italy, Dec, 10, 1896, Should President Wilson be awarded the prize for the promotion of peace, he will be the second Presidert of the United States so honored, for ex- President Roosevelt received it for his efforts in bringing about peace between Russia and Japan after their war of thirteen years ago. Mr, Roose- velit has never accepted the $40,000, which is the amount of the prize, ‘Alfred Nobel, the founder of the fund, was born in Stockholm, Sweden, in 1888, He was thirty years old when he was granted a patent for the man- ufacture of an explosive composed of | nitroglycerine and ordinary blasting powder, This was the first practical application of nitroglycerine, a vio- lycerine to a mixture of nitric and sulphuric acid, It was Nobel's desire to produce an explosive for use tn blasting which should be more pow- erful and less dangerous than those in use. In 1864 Nobel found his explosive could be “set off” by the Initiative de~ tonation of fulminating materials, and in 1867 he conceived the idea of reducing its uncertainty and danger by mixing it with some solid and inert substance. Thus he produced dyna- mite. Nobel found a siliceous, infusoriai earth in Germany which was well suit- ed to his purpose, since It absorbed three times its weight of nitroglycerin without becoming more than damp to the touch, To the mixture of eartn and nitroglycerine was added a little lkaline material to neutralize an acid that might be set free by the nitro- glycerine, Dynamite soon became popular, and its use has spread ali over the world. Despite its dangerous character, it has added untold riches to the earth's lent explosive, invented by Sobrero tn 1847, and which he produced by add K ing successive small quantities o: inhabitants, for it has laid bare the Midden Ureasures which, without its re would be practically unobtala- Ancestors of the American Eaglet HE first American gold coinage of eagles, half-cagles and quar- ter-eagles of the value of $10, $5 and $2.50, respectively, was placed in elrculation 126 years ago, Dec. 6, 1792, One and three dollar gold pieces were formerly coined, but they were discontinued in 1890, ‘The first coin called an eagle was used in Ireland {n the thirteenth ceatury, and was so called from the figure of an eagle impressed upon it, but it was made of base metal, he standard of the eagle was borne by the ancient Persians, and the Romans also car- ried gold and silver eagles as ‘en- signs, and sometimes represented them’ with a thunderbolt in their talons, Charlemagne adopted the double-headed eagle as the standard of the Holy Roman Empire, The eagle was the standard of Napoleon I, and Napoleon Ill, as well as of Austria, Prussia and Russia, SHOPPING DIFFICULTIES, “My wife h tough time of it.” “How's that? thing expensive she feels afford it, and if ‘t t @ doesn't want it,—Phila ta “" goodness,’ By Sophie Irene Loeb this forgetfulness of faithful friend- ship, I know a man who brought another to the top of his career, and yet when the former asked, later in years, for a small favor—an oppor- tunity—it was refused, Every person knows of such incl- dents, and what is the result? In- svatitude usually gets its own knocir. Qn the other hand, aside from ma- terial things, what greater exultatton, what greater thrill, what greater Be of satisfac‘ion may be experi- enced than in the feeling that you have not failed your friend in his! time of need—that you have been true to your friend, even to the point! of sacrifice? We a t h er Marriage By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1918, by The Press PublishingCo, (The New York Evening World.) No. X.—If Husbands Only Knew!, 66 THERS flatter your wife—why not YOU?" O This would make an ideal motto for a married man’s dent It is pathetic after a few years of marriage to see how a compl{- ment or a little blatant flattery goes to a woman's head like wine and makes her dizzy. Yet, if husbands only KNEW—if only they could realize the magic power of a little soft soap to keep the wheels of mar- riage running smoothly they would lay in a stock of it which would last from the altar to the grave! Cheap? Certainly! Flattery is the cheapest thing © in the world. Two cents worth of flattery will some- times keep a woman as warm and glowing as a two ” hundred dollar fur coat An ounce of flattery will sometimes do more to reform @ man than a bushel of reproaches. A grain of flattery dropped into your © morning coffee will sometimes sweeten a whole day. If husbands—yes, and wives too—only knew HOW cheap it is and how effective, they would fling it around like water instead of keeping it hoarded away in some little pigeon hole in the backs of their tight little minds—like radium. Why ARE married people so loath, so afraid to praise, to compliment, ° to FLATTER eack other, I wonder? Does a man fear that his wife may cease trying to please him if he occasionally TELLS her that she has suc- ceeded? Does he fear that she will sit down and fold her hands, thinking / herself too perfect for improvement, if by chance he fails to offer up the | morning growl and the evening criticism or tells her something nice about herself? Does a wife fear that her husband may turn into a monster of vanity and conceit if she occasionally tells him how handsome or clever on good he is? ; Then (as sporting folk might say) “they have the wrong dope!” Ap. proval, praise, flattery—these make up the sunlight in which the human | soul expands, under which a thousand unsuspected little aspirations spring ' to life, hope and self-confidence bloom and big ambitions grow to full fruition. Criticism is the blight, the cold winter cloud under which all these things wither and die and the heart turns to stone or wood. Don't talk to MD of “honest criticism!” Only egotists and “moral idiots’—like the Kaiser—need it or thrive under it. It never yet helped a decent, nor« * mal, well-intentioned man or woman. And, even if it did—well, marriage is not a reformatory! \ Thoughts are things, and a man {s pretty certain to become the sort of thing a woman makes him think he is. I have seen a weak, inefficient man become strong and capable just because some woman BELIEVED in him ané TOLD him so. And I have seen a plain woman grow actually pretty under the sun of some man’s flattery. WHY do husbands and wives never forget to tell each other when something's wrong and always forget } to speak of it when anything's right? The kitchens of the world are wet with the tears of young wives whose enthusiasm for cooking has been quenched forever by @ scornful sniff. No wonder so many women “hate the thought of a kitchen,” when it is asso- ated entirely in their minds with grunts of disapproval, and the most / glowing compliment that a perfectly cooked dinner can evoke from tho ! household “consumer” is, “Well, I'm not complaining, am I?” No wonder | the world is full of bad cooks, delicatessen stores and apartment hotels! | Yet any man could keep his wife burning her fingers and baking her cheeks over a hot cook stove forever, just by plying her with a little flat- tery. One of the best cooks I know is a woman who didn't know how to make a piece of toast when she was married; but the charm that worked) the miracle and kept up her cour was her husband’s remark when io} ruined his first dinner: “Never mind, Honey!” he said, LIKE that little. burned taste!” 4 Lying? Perhaps. But, it isn't necessary always to emulate dear, | pleasant, old Ananias. You don’t need to tell a man that he looks like a! Bolshevik in a low collar, when you can just as easily tell him how DIS- ! TINGUISHED he looks in a high collar. You don’t need to tell a woman that she looks bilious in blue when you can just as easily tel] her that sho; looks adorable in pink. Surely, surely, there are SOME things about the: person you admired sufficiently to marry, which you can approve of or compliment. And flattery is SO much more effective! Lay it on thick or thin, with a shovel or with a palette knife, SOME of it is bound to stick, Alas! death has no sting for some wives, because they know that once; they are in their coffins they will receive a few flowers and compliments, © But how different life would be if they could only have them now and. ere. : SOMEBODY is going to flatter your wife—or yourshusband—and (ase the song goes) “it may as well be YOU!” WHAT LIFE IS LIKE. When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and best, but like a froward child, that must be played with and humored a little to keep it quiet tilt it falls asleep, and then the care is over.—Sir William Temple, Copyright, 1918. by The Pres Publishing CO. (The New York Evening World.) ‘cc EAR you were out for @ spin H again, in Clara Mudridge- Smith's town car," re- marked Mr, Jarr, when his good lady arrived home after he did the other evening. “Well, at least she's a lady. She) does not vend malt, vinous and spirituous liquors!” replied Mrs, Jarr. “Not that your friends will vend them long,” she added. “Besides, Clara Mudridge-Smith ts the wife of your employer; and if I am nice to her it is on account of you and the children! But to think that a day should ever come that you should twit me with going automobile riding while you associate with people who frequent cafes—not our brave gol- diers and sailors, for THEY do not frequent cates.” “It's a good thing,” sald Mr, Jarr, “But if you are alluding to Gus who runs the cafe on the corner, don't forget he isn’t the worst fellow in the world; anyway, he'll have to go out of buéiness after the new law goes into effect next summer.” “I don't sympathize with him one bit!” interrupted Mrs. Jarr. “I only hope he'll take it as @ Warning and a good lesson, Oh, to think that 1 should ever gee the day when you would spend all your time in the com- pany of such persons!” Mr, Jarr batted his eyes in surprise at this, “But, my dear,” he said, “T haven't been with Gus at all, The only time I have seen the man lately was when, with you and the children, I walked down past his -lace Thanksgiving “I never noticed his place, thank " sald Mra, Jarr sco: | The Jarr Family The Fate of the Cerner Cafe By Roy L. MeCatadciie University Club! Such men as my “He may have grown wealthy on the hard-earned money of widows .ud orphans”—~ “Widows and orphans?” Me. Jarr. “Well, from wives and c:lldren of his victims,” said Mrs, Jaze. “Let wives and children and ~tic- tims rejoice then, Gus will have to open an ice cream parlor or a drug store or something of that sort next sumnier,” murmured Mr, Jarr, “I'm sorry you're sorry for him,” Mrs. Jatr went on sarcastically, “but I'm not sorry myself at all. Yes, I'm glad to see the day"—— “When Gus would have to go out of busines: interjected Mr. Jarr. “Well, if you ever had anything against Gus you're revenged. His al- leged palatial cafe 1s doomed. Maybe he will open an automat avant or a shooting gallery or @ taxidermist establishment or @ shoe repairing shop or a candy store or a barber shop or & photograph studio or”—— “serves him right for running a place that husbands of this neighbor- hood found re to their liking than their homes!" snapped Mrs. Jarr. ‘I'm at home now, am I not?” asked Mr. Jarr. “But only to quarrel with me and find fault—simply because I suggest that a man in your position, ® man with a family, a man holding a re- sponsible situation, should not asso- clate with Guses and Beplers and that sort of people. Why can you not bu- long to the University Club?” “I guess it's because I haven't the price, and also because I'm not a ‘var- sity man,” replied Mr. Jarr. “And why aren't you a ‘varsity man?” asked Mrs, Jarr scornfully. “Because you prefer Gus's to the querled President Taft and ex-President Roosevelt and President Wilson be« long to such clubs!" “I don't see what about. Reall Mr, Jarr, you're kicking I don't,” éxpostulated yen if I did belong to swell clubs you might object to my spending too much of my time in them, As it is, I seldom go to Gus's’ plac “I'm sorry you feel so badly about. keeping’ out « his place. Go there if you wish,” said Mrs, Jarr. “But, gracious!" cried Mr. Jarr. “E tell vou 1 am not in Gus's place, tht not going to his place, and after July 1 next, he won't have any placemat least not « caf." “I am sorry it is a matter of #0 much regret to you that you are not in his place all the time!” whimpetod Mrs, Jarr, “I will not stand in your way. I will say no more. Gus's place and desert me children if you will, but hear you speak of this p: nor of his place, nor of his of whom you are so fond, ne fact that the law con places to close next summer “Great Scott!" cried Mr, Jarr, “?'m not going to Gus's, no matter what you say, I'm going to stay home and read the papers, if you'll let “And then you'll Say that | keop you from your friends and from going out to commiserate with your iriends in the cafe on the corner because it will be closed in six months?" “Indeed I will not!" replied Mr Jarr, “Gus's is so gloomy these days that there's no place like home.” But Mrs. Jarr insisted that here was something very cuspicious in bis wanting to stay home on tio ony evening Mrs, Stryver was coming over with some drees patterns :.nd he would be in the way, io to nd my ever let me an ‘ala, vite of the all such

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