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Prin > of Abyssinia ishes He Could Make All. Women at Home B+ *, | Dedjazmatch Nadao Would Rather Live Here Than in|In Late Seventies | Abyssinia, for His Visit Has Revealed America to ' Before Saw So Many Automobiles or Such Crowds or So Many By Marguerite Dress Like Americans Well Dressed Women. Mooers Marshall Caperight, 1019, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Brening Worl) the magnificent and bejewelled Queen of Sheba, Abyssinia may have done Dedjazmatch head of America Nadao, llson, such wi of never heart Deanty and ven imagined, of unique and irresistible fascina- very well. She knew nothing better. But for Prince the Abyssinian mission to President ts the land of wonder end of dreams, diversity of accomplishments as he , undoubtedly belongs to the land of his birth. But his imagination, his joy of life, have been taken captive by He frankly admits he would like to live here, He) this new world to which he has come. asserte—I hope this will not get him into any trouble at home—that he would be delighted if the velled and m beavily draped Abyssinian ladies resembled in costume ad bearing the smartly dressed, emancipated American woman. I was"presented to His Excellency yesterday at the Waldorf, and to his ‘Associate, Kantibe Gabrou, Mayor of shaped head and a high, intellectual forehead. His beard and mustache Yare close-cropped, and as he talks ‘he picks with nervous intentness at “the little tuft on his chin, His fou- ‘Wures are clearly cut, and his bear- ‘tm@ instinct with the grave dignity ef the Arab of high position. Mayor _ Gabrou smiles more readily and has ~ @ More vivacious play 6f expression, L asked the Prince if he could com- / pare, in some of their broader as- | pects, America and Abyssinia, and in i of the two countries he would to live: "I would like to live here,” he re- By Eleanor Clapp Press Publishing Co, jvening World). [EZ PLAZA bas often been called New York's most fashionable square and when the excava- of the new subway whose sheds ‘dumps now disfigure’ tt are fin- it will be the most decorative in town. © Big 8 A hly Ornamental fountain in pulled “The Fountain of pnd was designed by Gondar, the ancient capital of Abys plied promptly. “Of course you un- derstand how each one must love best bis native land, and that my duty end my place in life, as well as my heart, are in Abyssinia. But I like Amer- fean life, I like what you do and bow you live, I like it ALL, And if my work did not onll me elsewhere T should like to dwell in your won- @ertul, your astounding land.” “But,” I observed, wonderingly, even in the midst of my honest ad- miration for His Exgeliency’s spert- ing courage, “de you not find our ‘Rolse and confusion and hurly-burly of living exhaust you, as compared with the more leisurely tempo of Abyesinian life?’ Prince Nadao shook a decided head. “No,” he remarked firmly. “T like what you call the confusion and rush. It interests me, It never tires me. Your crowds are wonderful to watch. “One thing I have thought about America, It is the great land for the people of every day, the average man and woman. In Abyssinia there are only a few princes, The other men have eo few fine things to enjoy. In this eountry—are you not al) princes, im the sense that you have at your command such pleasures, such mar- vols, such opportunities? Never did I see 80 many automobiles in any other jand, * “Of course it costs a great deal of Money to live here,” Prince Nadao conceded, when I asked him how the high cost of living in America and Abyssinia compared. “I have not been here long, but I can see that In Abyssinia everything is very cheap, and many of my’ countrymen raise their own food, Byt if you spend the money in America, think what you get for it! And you have the chance to earn it, “In Abyssinia,” he explained, “the women wear veils over all thelr faces, and long covering robes. Music at our Parties ts mostly a big drum, Our wives and daughters are never present at our entertainments in the eventng, and of ‘course young women never dance with men, Most beautiful are your American women with their short skirts and thelr low-neck gowns and their uncovered faces. Most kind and amiable.” “Do you find them lacking tn mod- esty and grace of bearing, as com- pared with the women of your native country?” “I would like, on the contrary, te see Abyssinian women dress and appear like the women of America.” the Prince vouchsafed boldly, There is no Tory conservatism about His Wxcellency. Although 4s it not the Stranger Wom- an which always captures the mascu- line imagination? When Coleridge's was working overtime he dreamed of no Occidental ballroom beauty, but of “an Abyssinian maid, and on a dulci- mer she played.” . The Story of New York Squares House, Opposite this statue at the entrance of the park, is the statue of Gen, Sherman by the famous sculp- tor St, Gaudens, with a winged figure of Victory walking in front of the horse. Apropos of this, a very amus- ing story is told. When a certain old Southern lady visited New York a was taken to view the statue. Now she had never become reconciled to the defeat of the South and of course had no love for Sherman, So when her grandson asked her what whe thought of this work of art she remarked caustically that “it is just like Sherman to let the woman walk.” When the square is finished this WON THE HEAVY WEIGHT” tet grap ion gtd LESS THAW ONE ROUND "4 Maids By Will B. Johnstone Creve, UU, by The Press Publishing Company (The New York Orentns Words ONCE DE LEON sought the “Fountain of Eternal Youth” in vain. He looked in the wrong place, If Ponce had looked for a gymnasium he would have been right. The Seminoles should have led Ponce to vome Indian clubs instead of into a swamp. In other words, if Ponce had exercised bis muscles at athletic pastimes he might have outlived Me- thuselah. The proof of this is found in Harry E. Buermeyer, the most remarkable athlete that New York City, if not the world, has ever produced. ! Harry Buermeyer, born in 1839, will be eighty years old on Aug. 19 of this your, He was the beau ideal ath. Civil War, and he is the grandest old lete of America before and after the athlete of America to-day. His career in the gymnasium and on the field of sport has extended over three generations, and as the last surviving founder of the New York! Athletic Club he is still running Father Time neck and neck in @ race of longevity. What Martin Sheridan and Jim Thorpe were in our day, Harry Buer- meyer was in his day—the greatest all around American athlete. In the late seventies he was cham- pion sprinter, doing the 100-yard dasb in 104s. He was champion shot putter, doing 37 ft. 4 in; swam 100 varde in im, 286.; lifted dumbbells right and left hand at one time, 9% and 97 pounds; hand lifting, 1,250 pounds, He was a member of the championship tug-of-war team of 1877-78-79, He was also the amateur Jack Dempecy of his time, Weighing 185 pounds, standing 6 ft. in beight, witb the speed and endurance of a sprinter, with the powerful muscles of a weight thrower, combined with intelligent skill and fighting grit, he won the amateur boxing champion- ship at Gilmore's Garden in 1878, knocking out his opponent in less than one round, Amateurs left him in undisputed possession of bis title after that, and John L, Sullivan, the great professional, sidestepped « bout with him. “L offered to have a set-to with John L.,” said Mr, Buermeyer when I interviewed him in his uptown apartment yesterday. “John was having trouble finding opponents and offered $250 to anybody who would stand up against him for three rounds. John Ennis, a friend of mine, offered to bet Billy Madden, Sullivan's jposite the “Fountain of Abundance” and the stone work around the foun- tain duplicated on thesother side of 59th Street while the drive will sweep around behind the statue entering the park on a line with 60th Street, The “Fountain of Abundance” and al) the ornamental stonework that en- riches the square is part of the Joseph Pulitzer memorial, ‘The entire southern boundary of the square is taken up by the house built by Cornelius Vanderbilt in the manager, that John L. couldn't stop me in three rounds, I was stronger physically than Sullivan and I thought I was,a better boxer, I wanted to pull off the match private- ly, but John L, had nothing to gain and everything to lose, so we did not meet.” To hear a kind-faced, great-grand- father type, such as Mr. Buermeyer 8 to-day, talking about fighting, illus- trating bis remarks with jabs, cork- screw punches and uppercuts, is an amusing novelty, However, glancing at @ photograph on the wall of Harry in his prime, it is easy to see from the giant bulld and fighting face be had why Sullivan let him alone, Harry retired from business in 1904, but not from athletics. (You can’t help but speak of him as Harry, for Peter Pan-like, he's @ boy that “never grew up.”) “Every morning I take West Point setting-up exercises to keep limber,” he said, “and I walk a mile and a half to the club every day. J do it in thirty minutes, At the club I swim in the tank.” “Can you do the overhand crawl stroke at your age?” I asked. “Yes, I mastered the difficult craw!- stroke in my old age,” replied the octogenarian, “proving you can teach an old dog new tricks. I do not like to be seen in the tank, however, You see 1 only weigh 160 pounds now and I'm conscious that my legs are not as beautiful as they were,” “Can you give the readers of The Evening World some pointers so they can live to be your age and still be hale and active?” I asked, “I've got sense enough not to give advice,” Harry laughed. “I read about diets and theories on chewing your food, but I seem to outlive the theorists, Somebody gives his ideas on ‘how to live long’ in the paper and soon you read that he's dead, Fletcher, the originator of the chew- your-food-for-half-an-hour — theory told me I ought to Fletcherize, I said to him: "Look here, I'm old enough to style of @ French chateau and now eccupled by his widow, At the north- east corner of the square is the fa- be your father and I've bolted’ my HARRY AS HE I$ TODAY AT 80 ~ €. BUERMEVER o——— ~ WOUNDED “Twice IN THE CIVIL. WAR “T've smoked a pipe and cigars and chewed tobacco all my life. It didn’t stunt my growth or make me a weak- ling,” he commented. “Of course you never took anything to drigk,.” I said, hoping to find some fundamental rule of training that he hadn't broken. His blue eyes twinkied mischiev- ously and his ruddy cheeks smiled all over as be replied. “I never took more than five drinks a day. Five made me feel so good that I figured one more couldn't make me feel any better and it might make me feel worse, go I stopped there. I took the five all at once or sprinkled through the day. I stopped on July 1 last, however, and I do think Prohibition will be a good thing.” Harry has lived in gymnasiums all his life, and is full of sport lore run- ning as far back as 1858 when he was instructed fm boxing by the famous Charles Ottignon at the Crosby Street gymnasium. He wili “fan” with the enthusiasm of a boy over the old days and the new. He thinks Peter Jack- son the greatest boxer the world ever saw, ‘Thousands and thousands of years ago @ fern became part of @ bed of peat, The peat was subjected to the pressure of ac cumulating strata above it; and under the influence of the earth’s internal conditions it de veloped into the substance that takes you from New York to Chicago in eighteen hours; that took two million Americans to France almost overnight; that is running every electric dynamo in the world—first-class coal. That tern was true blue. ARE YOU? Will you let a fern shame you? Like the fern, you're a raw product—to be subjected to the mieals all my life.’ I see that Fletch. ere dead and I'm still alive,” he mous Metropolitan or Millionaires’ | ch Club as 1 ia pressure of life's strides, The ZiDe™ Harry -E. Buermeyer, Once All Round Champion, Still Athletic Maryel at Eighty | Was America’s Amateur Champion Heavyweight Boxer, Sprinter, Shot Putter and Swinimer, and Won Weight Lifting Records. Him as a Land of Wonder and of Beauty—Never|To-Day, Forty Years Later, He Keeps Athletically Fit by Taking Setting-Up Exercises, a Walk and a Swim Every Day—Wife Athletic Too. TWO MINUTES OF OPTIMISM ¢ By Herman J. Stich Kinds of Coal. BUERMEVER DOES WEST, POINT GXERCISES EVERY DAY MONDAY, Can Marrying Another Home Than « Successful, that another can thing is an insult atill. Ckvan sore positively wicked. jfirst great tie. |epect for mankind, But any widow| He never thought Willard a great fighter. He will tell you about the old days when they started the foot) races with a bass drum instead of a istol #hot, He laughs over a “record” | e made once in the 100-yard dash of | 9% seconds. “They didn’t know that the track was downhill.” is the way be tells it. Harry interrupted his athletic ca- reer long enough to go to the Civil ‘War and receive two leg wounds—one at Antietam, the otber at Spottayl- vania, Harry's wife has also found peren- nial youth tp athletic sports. She was the first woman to ride a bicycle in New York City, and besides baving been a remarkab! eight lifter for a woman, she swam und Glen Island oned, do! ht miles in two hours, In late years she has become an excellent golfer, one game at which she excels her husband, “Lam too strong on the greens,” is Harry's alibi. When seventy years of age Harry swam from Bath Beach to Sea Gate, about @ mije, 60 Bob Edgren testifies, Looking back over Harry Buer- meyer's record of athletic achiev: ments and considering his present good health at eighty, we must con- clude that our one chance of long life and active old age is to bolt our food, smoke, chew and drink five a day— and live in a gymnasium. remember! “Can a devoted widow look across he breakfast table and give a sec- ond husband the same sweet smile that she used to bestow upon her first love? Can she lavish the sams endearing terms upon second lover? Isn't it possible they will sound a bit ‘second hand,’ or rather like a parrot, instead of springing di- rectly from the heart for the first ume? “Of course, the woman who has un- pleasant memories of a sulky hus band, or an abusive, unkind hus- band, is only too glad to place an ideal busband at the head of the table. She is glad to restore her re- JULY 28, Give Widow Happiness First Marriage Gave ? NO, Says One War Widow —If First Marriage Was Happy and Wife Truly Loved Husband She Can Never Find Another Who Could Fully Take the Place of the First in Her Heart. YES, Says Another—More Happiness in Building who idolized her husband, who be-| lieves that she was married to ‘the| best man in the world,’ would be far happier to live in her memories. Such a happily wedded wife can never expect to find a second help- mate like the first. “The second husband of devoted widow would have a doubly hard role to play. He would not only have to consider his own ideas of a happy married existence but the ideas of a former husband. To take another's part is never as easy or pleasing as to live up to one’s own conception: “If the devoted widow does remar- ry she makes her plea of loneliness. But better the solitary path with beautiful memories of a happy past than am unhappy companionship with one who can never fill the place of him who is gone, no matter how hard he may try. No, I shall never marry again.” The second widow was silent for a few minutes and then she said: “Sometimes I think the widow who remarries pays the highest compli- ment possible to her first husband, By her willingness to place her hand again in a man’s and trust him with ber life she proves that marriage is 4& Success and the only happy life for woman; that woman's home, husband and children are all that 1s worth while, The woman who hides behind carve your career, The winds of destiny and the storms of circumstance are yet to mould you in their crucible, Every day a fern falls to the ground, Decade follows decade. Century passes century, But the fern progresses steadily to its goal—coal. The force of cir- cumstances—AND THE CHAR- ACTER OF THE FERN—deter- mine the grade of the final product-pwhether it shall be pure coal or poor coal; hard coal or soft coal—or worthless fe or slag. Are you inferior to a fern? Have you a purpose? Are you progressive according to plan? Have you a goal? And if so, what kind of coal is it? |first matrimonial experfence was so | unsatisfactory that she is reluctant to a black veil for the rest of her life might give the impression that her embark upon the tempestuous sea of married life again, “Woman's place is in the home, and she should not be deprived of it forever by the death of her husband, It 1s nothing less than her plain duty to make another home as soon as she has the opportunity. “No matter how much a woman loves her déad husband, she must not think that she can spend her whole life mourning. She has her work to do. If the god of love lays his trib- utes at her feet a second time sne should not turn her face away. Who knows what sunshine she can bring into some other man’s heart! Per- haps no other woman on earth has just the qualifications necessary to make a certain man happy, Has she the ‘right, ‘then, to mourn for one she can no longer help and deny the liv- ing who need her? “I cannot imagine any husband looking down from the world beyond with jealous eye because his lonely widow has consented to take up a woman's love and work with another ‘Will it be pure coal or. poor coal; hard coal or soft coal—or Aa man. But I can well imagine that ‘Dusband grieving over his widow's failure to take any further interest in oF 40 do any of the feminine line 1919 Again in Shutting Heart to the World and Is Best Proof First Marriage Was By Fay Stevenson Coprright. 1819, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World) ——"—~ FEW days ago two war widows, both in the early twenties, were discussing a subject which every pretty young widow has to face: Can a devoted widow ever find contentment in a second marriage? “I shall never marry again,” said the first widow. “To me a devoted wife means a woman with ONLY ONE LOVE, « woman who has but one thought, and that for her husband. Take that husband away from her, and do you suppose ever fill his place? To think such s to all the love that is in her soul. “Love is a firm foundation, and it never topples. Neither will it tolerate a substitute. It is a case of ‘once a lover, always a lover.’ If ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ then death must make love dearer And the love of a devoted widow is so sacred and so divine that even to suggest another love seems “T can easily see how the woman whose married life has been unhappy can marry again, but she who has known absolute happiness can never | feel the same toward a second marriage. She can nevor really forget ber “When the divorcee marries again it will be a man with the character ste admires, and in her enjoyment of his good qualities she finds the for- getfulness she secks of that first husband. But the devoted widow wants to ‘With her, all was so different. Death can take away the voice she loved to hear, the eyes she loved to look into, the hand she loved to © asp, but it cannot drive away those memories of happily wedded days. It cannot put another in that sacred place. Of work she is fitted for. Surely any man would far rather have bis wife & happy interested woman, busily working for the betterment of the world and making others bappy, than to have her spend the rest of her life in forlorn, selfish mourning for him. “Those who say the widow should return to the occupation of her maidenhood do not understand the feminine mind. The woman who has taught school before marriage, giver music lessons, studied art or been in business is often all out of practice. There is something 80 all-absorbing in love and keeping spouse that the woman who is suddéhly deprived of her husband and home life is simpty stranded, “Of course no wife shold cast off her widow's weeds with the fixed idea of ‘Now I am free to marry!’ Such a woman could never expect to find happiness or true love. But when & manly, lovable man offers a widow his love and protection she should rejoice that she is to have another fireside of her own. “Tt seems to me that the best way for the widow to do is to bravely take her place with the other women in life, to become interested in the world around her and to make herself use ful and active im life, Instead of al- lowing her grief to make her selfs she should try to forget it in deeds of Kindness to others. Then, tf love Comes to her a second time, well and good. That ts her God-given oppor. tunity to make the most of her life.” ‘There you have the views of two little war widows, Each has her ort frm outlook on life. The first ex- pects to find contentment in her mem- ores, the second accepts her fate and ‘9 willing to go right on with her life. Which one ts right? Perhaps the first widow will always be tran- quil, serene, calm and content with her past life, but personally I teal that the little widow who believes there 1s still a home fire for her to attend to will find a bigger, better, happier, more ‘useful world in which ‘o dwell, aes ALFALFA SMITH, Yours faithfully, Good-bye for to-day, T know I can count on you, Will you help me? don't know much, T am fresh from the farm and down and write to me about it T can do anything for you, sit T have no advice to sive—but if I want to be of service, edited, @ column of this kind should be you for telling me how you think If you want money—I will pay this column, you if you will help me write Say I'm afraid, but I want to ask Tam just a bit scared—I don’t I wonder why, Evening World, and he hired me. to the Managing Editor of The write for a newspaper so I came the farm, I always wanted to just arrived in New York from