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She Moris, ‘ “Pett Daly Recent Bunter by he Prom Fulihing Company, Nox $8 10) ‘TED PRmas, EDITORIAL PAGE Saturday, Jume 14, ‘The Life MEMBER OF TTR ABBOOTA’ VOLUME 59 + NO, 21,116 AND THE SOONER THE BETTER. ATEST REPORTS from Paris indicate that the Peace Treaty is to be entirely rewritten and reprinted. This makes it Plainer than ever how foolish and ill-advised was the action of the United States Senate in putting into the Congressional Record 4 treaty text which was neither official nor final. American common sense outside the Senate accepted that text for what it wae—an interesting exhibit, at one stage; of a document still, as the President cabled, “in negotiation and subject to change.” It remained for the Upper House of Congress, under Republican leadership, to make a wretched blunder in direct violation of National good faith and diplomatic decency. What thet sanre leadership is to cost the country depends upon hew soon the people of the United States wake up to the fact that the only way to stop the present orgy of partisan obstruction and destruc- Yion in’ the Senate is to fetch some af the ringleaders a few stout | wacks, politically speaking, on their frenzied heads. While the potential power of the vote as revealed in public opin- ion is still what it is, it ought to be possible"to convince these Repub- liean treaty betters that, low as the Senate has fallen, the country at large sees something in peace besides politics and the next Presi- | _ . demtial election. a | | | | | More bank messengers held up by bandits in New York We suppose Hissoner will say “the more crime there is the more there’s bound to be,” “to publish crime is to invite crime,” etc., and let it go at that. A wise and easily contented Mayor in the City Hall and his special pick at Police Headquarters! Lucky New York! ae SAFE WITH RAMPANT RADICALS? 'E HAVE received the following letter: ‘To the Editor of The Brentng World: Board of Education to punish lke thousands of others, belfeve in upholding the law believe that & Mr. Smith has broken the law he should joation is not appointed to You see the point? guilty of breaking the have cause for action. A READER. The Mr. Smith mentioned is George J. Smith, member of the . Board of Examiners of the Department of Education of this city. The Board of Fducation is conducting an inquiry growing ont of the charge ‘What Mr. Smith, while acting es towstmaster at a recent Walt Whitman om celebration, spoke in praise of Emma Goldman, the An- “© The Board of Bducation, 80 far as we know, makes no pretense of trying Mr. Smith under the law, or of having any authority to ‘punish him under the lew. Nor has The Evening World implied that ‘the Board of Education hes such powers. On the other hand, it is assuredly not only a power but a duty of ‘the Board of Education, as representing the taxpayers of the city, to ‘determine the fitness of any officer or teacher in the public scnool system to do the work for which the city pays him. ‘The Board of Examiners conducts all examinations for would-be teachers and prepares the liste of those eligible for appointment. 1+ am hardly be maintained that the publicly expressed views of an “examiner regarding Anarchy, Bolshevism, bomb throwing or kindred stibjects are no concern of the Board of Education or the city’s tax- ‘payers unless some direct violation of the law has been established. If a bank cashier openty and habitually condoned forgery or theft, would the directors of the bank feel bound to retain him until he stole something? If the minister of a church was found to have personal objections to gambling, would the congregation wait for in a reid? over us? would have been no such restlesiness and any quarter toward the proposition that a 100 per cent. qualified Americanism of the purest sort is none too much to hi in public school supervisors and publie school teachers to _ swhom are intrusted the Nation’s coming citizens. a have a Teachers’ Union whove chief end and sim appear be the defense of radicalism, the sly weakening of the American t Bolshevism and an aggressive promoting of the new that a teacher's opinions and utterances have nothing to do his qualifications for the highly responsible position in whiei: employs him. Many communities in the United Ststes—New York among awakened to the fact that public shool teachers are and thet their salaries must be increased if the standards profession are to be maintained. these same communities feel satisfied that these standards ————<4—- Kolchak and Omsk! May they be names that mean the centering of yet one more new Russia—last and best, and brown coal from which the water has been evaporated. A, Preserver Oayrrigtt. 1919, Toe Brome Fithian am New Yor? Erenin z H. Cassel RECOGNITION 0 1 pe i The Child of By Sophie Irene Loeb Copyright, 1919, by The Ryess Publishing Co, (The Now York Evening World) Children Who Have No Homes and Homes That Have * No Children. HE public prints have been full of the fight for the custody of an infant, not yet a year old, | ‘ that was found in an ash can last Christmas, It seems that the couple who had taken care of the’child had be- come attached to , it, which resulted in their great ” ‘i anxiety to keep Sonia mann com it, This little ash can baby {s fortun- ate—fortunate in having this fight over him. Because in the end, some- body will see to it that he is properly placed and carefully cared for‘ until he can stand on his feet alone as a breadwinner. Yet, somehow, the case of thie child, abandoned by its father and mother, brings to me thousands of unfortun- ate little ones for whom nobody fights, and who go on day after day in an in- stitution for children, without the tender touch of mother love, and who s0b themselves to sleep. Yesterday a mother came to me and told me about her two beautiful boya, somewhere in an asytum, away from her for over a year, “There was nothing else for me to do,” she said, “I could not keep them with me and I took sick and had to go to the howpital, I do want them so!” ahe cried. And the tears came down her cheeks as she toki me how pinched and pale they were when she last wont to see them. “My beautiful children,” she wailed, “to whom the whole neighborhood pointed with pride as such pretty children. If onty some one would have taken them for @ little while until I came out I could have earned enough to keep them. But I had no- body. “Oh, how £ have suffered,” she moaned, “working there in the fac- tory, sewing from morning till night, and with every stitch I knew it brought me nearer to my little ones.” ‘This woman did not want charity— but @ chance to mother her own little ones in her own home, And so she came to me in the hope of securing the Widows’ Pension. TM will be done, and she wit be added to the 6,000 mothers that are | eqplng over 15,000 uhildren in their] Ai the Ash Can own homes by the city paying the money directly to the mother rather than the institution. Yet this is not enough. There are thousands more children like the ash ean child, abandoned either wilfully or through death of parents or guard- lans—children who cannot come un- der the claim uf the Widows’ Pension Act because of legal limitations, but who have @ claim on humanity gt large—the greatest claim of all, 1 could not pelp thinking about the childless couples, hundreds of them, in @ great congested city like this, couples whose lives would be bright- ened and whose youth would return if they would take into their fold a pair of clinging tittle arma, who would bless them with the name of father and mother, Has the war given us nothing? Has tt not taught us that every man's child ts your child and my child? * Have we not learned the great jes- Son of the personal equation, the in- dividual interest, the human touch that Is needed by every child in or- der to make him the citizen he ought to be? I wish I could take some of these couples who have no cares, who have ood homes, and show them some- thing of the crowded conditions in a children’s institution, T should like also to be able to give them something of the sweetness of childhood and how it entwines itself into the heart #0 as to make people fight against the loss of it. I wish I could strike the chord of common interest for the waif of the community, What a wonderful world it would be if each childless couple could sound in themselves the spirit of the Carpenter who said: “Guffer little children to come unto me.” _—_—_ NOTHING LIKE TRYING. NCLB SAM HODGD came down U from the Kentucky mountains with his yearly produce to mar- ket, His team of oxen was somewhat weary with a two days' pull. But when Sam reached the ctty limits he was confronted with the sign: “Speed limit, fifteen miles an hour,” He pulled his whiskers a moment in silent meditation, and then drawied out to his oxen, “Well, I know durn well we'll never make it. but we'll do our doggone best." — Bveryb. s odty’ ‘The GayLifeofaCommuter, The Ja By Albert Payson Terhune Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Rrening World), : . 47—SIR WALTER SCOTT, “The Wizard of the North, f 18 ‘father wanted him to be a lawyer and set him te” work in @ dusty Edinburgh law library, The son— young Walter Scott—had not the least desire to bea future jndge or a famous attorney. In fact, he id not know exactly what he did to make of his life, The thing he preferred sbove all others to do was to play truant from Edinburgh and go tramp-, ing around the country, chatting with the Highland folk and listening to the legends and old-wives’ tales he coaxed them into telling him. When he Was barred from this amusement was forced to spend his time in the musty law library he found there | new form of recreation. He unearthed certain ancient manuscripts deal- | img with the past of Scotiand and of other countries, and he proceeded to | study these. He enjoyed them far more than the regular law books. Now, apparently, these two ocoupations—fraternising with ¢he farm- | hands and delving in antique manuseripte—were merely @ lasy youth's | way of wasting precious time. one way in which a man of hts type could ever have made good. He wes unconselously getting the form of education whith was to make him immortal. He was a wretchedly Was Foreed poor lawyer when at last he was admitted to the bar, i Into Law. He was an even worse business man during his one Cnn oxneriment in finance, But he was an inspired story: j teller, and the workaday old world has always gtven a warm welcome to a really gifted story-teller, ‘There are plenty of lawytts and business men and other toilers in practical fields, But the man whe can tell a good story in the most entertaining manner is mighty rare, Goh” @ man was Scott. It begdn when he used to amuse himself by telling stories to his family over the fire, on long winter evenings, He would take some group of fasts, he had dug out of the antique manuscripts in the law library or some quger legend that a peasant woman had told him, and around these he wotld weave a romance of his own devising. } From that it was but a step to scribbling these tales in prose or in verse, And his start was made. His father bemoaned the loss of a dull lawyer when his lazy son took up the trade of writing. But the world at large was quick to acclaim the newcomer as a genius. Scott was modest as to his gifts even when growing fame must have assured him he had | made good. | “Most of my yarns I don't invent at all,” his biographer quotes him. as saying. ‘They are tales I have heard or read. I just put a’ cocked hat on their heads and stick @ cane into their hands to make them fit for going | into company!” The Scotch in those days were generally looked on as a shrewd and grim race, inhabiting a bleakly uninspiring country, Walter Scott dived beneath this harsh exterior and showed forth the {Feo twas f romance and the mystery and the glamour of his land eee Found He Was$ and people. Yet he did not give up his law work in Story-Teller. order to ply hie chosen profession. He had received a Ons» position as a court clerk, and this post he filled for @ quarter ceftury, doing his writing outeide of office hours, Even at the heiglt of ‘his literary fame he continued at his dull | tegal auties, which he hat Another thing which lured him into the realm of romance and chtvairy, and adventure was his own bodily tnfirmity. Though he had the soul of a | hero and the body of a giant, he was incurably lame, Thus he could do | none of the wildly adventurous things he longed to do, and as the next dest substitute for doing them he decided to write about them. When, through no conscious fault of his own, he was invotwed in a | business faflure which meant the loss of a fortune in abilities he worked £ In Scott's case they were fitting him to make good In Mfe along tm — * debt. And the overwork killed him. depict In his verse and novels, | Or Trailing the Bunch From Paradise E weather suddenly had turned cool, in fact, chilly, and was threatening rain. It was about time for Newcomer to leave his Paradise villa to catch the 7.55 A. M. train for the city, and the Missis, lingering over her second cup the morning paper, heard him patter- ing around upstairs like a rat, first in the front bedroom, then in the rear ‘room, then slamming @ closet door and finally coming to the bead of the |stairs and demanding to know where she had hidden his light spring over- coat, “Why, my dear,” said Mra, Now- comer, “I haven't any idea where it is, I haven't seen it for more than a week. How should I know any- thing about it?” “Because wherever I put anything you always put it somewhere else, and I never can find a thing where It ought to bbe." “I only pick up things you throw all around the house, leaving them on the floor, on the chairs and in the hallways; if I didn’t pick them up and put them away this housc would be a@ sight,” replied the Missis with irritation. “Now, stop and think,” said New comer; “you've either packed that coat away in mothballs or you've got it In a cedar bag, or maybe it is bid- den in’s closet in your own room; don't you remember what you did with itt "You've probably left it at your of fice or more likely on the train," sh roplied. “On the train!” exclaimed New comer, intending to mingle indigna tion with sarcasm. “I never heavy: anything on trains; I am too method jeal for that; too systematic; if you would just ,leave things where I put ‘em I would never have this trouble, because by my memory sys- tem I could always recall just wher: I left them.” “You have a fine system,” said the Missis scornfully, “only its run down; you ought to take something for &; probably you have been tak- ing too much for it and left your coat in that place that ‘Doc’ calls the ‘Ghue Pot; for you've been get- ting home very late recently,” ‘We no we to angue with a jot coffee and the advertisements in} By Rube Towner Copyright, 1919, ty The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Rvening World). The “ Systematic’? Mr. Newcomer Is Introduced to a Real System. woman,” said Newcomer, plaintively; ‘TH go without it and probably catch my death of cold, but please make @ search for It to-day and when you find it put it In my room where I can see it when I come home.” The Missis consented to receive a hasty but low-temperatured kiss, for Newcomer was quick to forgive his wife's shortcomings, “You act like a regular bear some- times,” she said. “I'm no bear this morning,” he re- torted, “because bears have coats.” With this parting shot he hot-footed down the hill for the station. “Doc” and the bunch all had on light overcoats, which caused New- comer to remark that people were foolish to be changing the weight of their clothes every time there was a little change in temperature. It was contrary to his health “system,” he said, 5 At the New York terminal, “Doc” said: “I've got to go and get my um- brella, it looks Uke rain.” “Get your umbrella? where?” asked Nowcomer, “Over at the ‘Lost and Found’ de- partment; I keep it there. I have a little system; when I have my um- brella on the train and don’t need it, I just leave it on the train, and when i want it again I go to the ‘Lost and found’ department and get it, Come on with me,” and Newcomer went slong: At the “Lost and Found” depart- nent the man in charge smiled, and sefore “Doc” could speak, said to 18 assistant: “Get the black-handled imbrdia with the letter ‘D’ on it.” Just then Newcomer caught sight of @ Nght tan spring overcoat hang- ing near the bundle racks, It seemed a desperate chance, but he decided to make the venture, “I left a light tan overcoat on the train about @ week ago,” said New- comer; “has it been found “Any identification marks? the attendant, Newcomer described his coat ac- curately and then added A. Newcomer, Paradise, side pocket.” ‘T've got,” said the attendant, bringing the light overcoat Newcomer had _ seen. asked on the in- By Roy.L. Absent ‘é ¥ gracious!” said Mra Jarr as she turned from looking out of the window, “Here comes Mrs, Brisket! Who'd ever thought she would call, and on an evening like this?” “Didn't you invite her?” asked Mr. Jarr, “Didn't you name the day? Didn't you tell her the last time we were at her house that you positively wouldn't come to see her again if she didn’t come to tea this very evening?” “I didn’, say it like that at all,” re- plied Mrs. Jarr. “Well, here's Mra. Brisket. She's coming Up the steps,” said Mr, Jarz. “Put on your coat, for goodness’ sake!" cried Mrs. Jarr. “Don't let her think you sit down to the table in your shirt sleeves! And I've only got a picked-up dinner too. I didn’t think she would come Run out to the store and get a nice salad and some fruit of some kind and a ten- cent piece of ice, We'll have to put ice on the butter, and I don't think I've got enough ice anyway to make iced tea—and don't forget to get a lemon.” “Oh, I'll get the lemon ak right,” grumbled Mr. Jarr as the door bell rang. “Why, what's the matter with you, Mrs. Jarr? You look so worried?” asked Mrs. Brisket, as she was hos- pitably ushered in. “You must tell me, dear, to go right home? Weather like this, it is simply an imposition for any one to have cailers!” “Now, if you talk like that Il be real mad!" said Mrs. Jarr, “I've only been worried because I was afraid you'd disappoint me! Now, sit right down and we'll have a good chat Everything is all ready, It's no trouble. I'm only waiting for Mr. Jarr to come back: he's gone out for something—cigars, I think. And he's been so pleased to think you were coming to tea to-night, Hasn't spoken ot another thing all week; and yet it would have been just like the man to forget that this was the day and stay late, because there's a meeting of the the Missis he had found the coat at his office, but he knew that “Doc” would tel Mrs. “Doc” and that she would tell the wife, 90 when he went “Doc” also was able to identify the home that evening his collection of coat, and Newcomer left with tt over parcels was augmented by a two- his arm, because to wear it in the pound box of chocolates, a pair of gloves and a bottle of the ‘iseis’s favorite perfume as peace night and day at his writing until he had paid off the last penny of the All of which was perhaps as knightly an adventu: a climax, as were any of the hero deeds rr Family McCardell Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Oo (The New York Evening Worl. Mr. Jarr Listens to Non-Alcoholic Toasts of Friends, Board of Directors or something that. I don’t know what his would do or how it would get without him; and so many firms clamoring for his services, too.” Just then Mr. Jarr stuck his head in the door and said: “I ordered: the things by telephene. They’! be sent in a minute.” “You know they haven't gone away; it's too early for vacations, anyway! sald Mrs. Jarr. “But that woman, Mrs. Rangte, wif sit and stifie all day in her flat with the windows closed and the blinds down to make people! believe she left the city for their country place the first of Jun And —before I'd do a thing like that’ — “Oh, I can well believe she puts on airs like that! Of course, they are Ygry poor, but she's @ good soul!™ said Mrs. Brisket, Mre. Jarr shook her head and sighed, “It you knew what I had to put up with from her!” she said, with the alr of a martyr, “And it ian't her gossip, alone; it's the way she h bothers me, borrowing, Not that I care for what I give her, for she 6 never pays back, either coffee of sugar or anything. But she'd have the nerve to ask you to lend her thé carpet off your floor!" “Who would think it?” asked Mra Brisket, Then they had tea and toast, Mra, Rangle was toasted, so were all their other absent friends and acquairte ances. And after Mrs, Brisket had gone Mrs, Jarr said: “Didn't I tell you how she'd tall wbout poor Mrs, Rangle and everys body else? And Mrs, Rangle ig worth @ dozen of her! And yet you never sald @ word to stop her!’ “Why should I say a word to stop her?” asked Mr. Jarr, “I love te listen to the knocking birds, Bee 4. sides, I had that dame's number, r heard you and Mrs. Rangle discuss~ ing ber just the other day.” “Not me!” replied Mrs, Jarr, “And, if you noticed, I never said a word to encourage her, except ‘Yes,’ and ‘How true,’ /for I notice that those who talk about others wm about your 8 a