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Ten * INDUSTRIAL INSANITY. r Pree BILOYD GEORGE has plainly pointed’ out to the English public that organized industry in that country is surely strangling the nation. | Ite greatest factor in trade is the mining and exporting of coal. Yet with 20,000 more men en- gaged in the mines the output has dropped 87,000,000 tons—due to reduced hours and deliberately curtailed production on the part of the workers. ‘I'hat men in other lines are following this suicidal course Mr. Lioyd George also makes clear. It has long been the policy of the British workmen to limit output, but on the basis of the low wages paid and long hours worked it was possible for the nation to outcompete its international rivals ‘and hold the balance of the world’s trade. This is now being ren- dered impossible, and England is headed for ruin. This outbreak pt industrial insanity comes on top of the Yive years’ load of war i which can only be lifted and cleared by the utmost exertion of ‘the people for the next half century., __ Here in America we are facing, practically, the same situation. , Labor is insistently less productive; hours are enormously cut. The _, tight-hour ideal, so long sought, must now’ give way to the five-day week. ‘To protect themselves against the unorganized, who might “work longer, a practice that amounts to a partnefship and price-fixing “with employer follows. 1t has already been put into effect by the photo-engravers and the success of the plan as a method of extortion and monopoly has found much favor in the eyes of other, trades. ‘ Happily, most of this country is still free and independent, and ‘there is hope that national spirit will assert itself in time to spare us the calamity which this madness portends, “ —— 7 ‘What will become of the bandit business if ransoms ‘re not paid according to agreement? This adds an extra to an already hazardous business—that may react the next cap‘ tive, Query: If a bandit keeps his word, should @ word be kept with a bandit? <0 . ——— THE THEATRICAL DEADLOCK. LIC SYMPATHY continues to be very generally with the i who have withdrawn their services from the theatres fi wpending the improvement of conditions relating to their em- «ployment. This is partly because strikes are fashionable, and partly ‘because the unorganized professional part of the community see in it a barrier being set up against class and privilege growing out of * the combinations of workingmen: ‘ «». Behind it all lies a fundamental factor. The amusement bus * hess is no longer a matter of chance or an inspiration of genius. It is capitalized and operated.on @ business basis—in everything except #0 far as the actor is concdthisd! ’ His position alone retains its pre- _Carionsness. This is what is now sought to be remedied. The effort , should succeed. ++ Profiteers have been caught ‘hiding eggs in Portland, Me, Lucky if the shells are not empty! A GENUINE CALAMITY. - HE ‘destruction of Daylight Saving by the passing of the act abolishing this over President Wilson’s veto on the part of both Houses is a genuine calamity. ‘The closest inquiry on the part of the Daylight Saving Com- mittee failed to find any real public protest against the measure. ‘The excuse of the farmer was vague and unsubstantiated. Yet, in spite of this, in spite of col@mns of commendation and reams of “Tetters and telegrams, Daylight Saving is killed. _ President Wilson’s wise and odrrect reasons for the veto are hus brushed aside by a body of legislators. that has failed in evory ly meet either the wishes of the people or the needs of the —-+--—___ Let's hope District Attorney Swann will be ry zi pan eo able to locate eee Letters From the. People Our Dead in France. Words, they don't want the h ‘To the Editor of The Evening World: Of war to be brought back to thelr ‘The question which is of great im-| minds again, In answer, I think that portance to all mothers and relatives a the. po 11 would, sop. and think n of sons who have given thelr lives! with me that it our’ ‘boys had “not during the past war is, “Will our fone over the war would not have dead remain in France or wil! they fen over to-day and probably the be sent to the United States?” The aerneee ae pd nk ited by new, French and many of our own people | servicns romdabod te ean OF | the {hink that our gead should remain in p thors than 'Glsh tolma inte ‘France. But these people are only should be more than glad to go into speaking for themselves, They should a few months of mourning for our heroic dead, lastly, I hope that emember that there are many moth- | wil) be kind enough toad ‘the moth: ers who think differently, Although| ers who want their sons back home the French le say they will take) in the good U. & A. again, Although |. that is no proof that | the war is over for some people, yet Then all the relatives and| it will never be over for others. But mothers of sons who died in the ser-| yet some mothe I} be watinfled if vice of their country will not be able| they are able to visit the graves of . t visit France and see their sons'| their sons if their bodies are shipped Braves. to this country, But as I said befors, : ere also has been talk about the | i! they are left in France some moth- eh wanting to hav ¢ gee the graves of their # all get together and whipped back to the United) see what we can do for these mothers. Mt would mean four more years | KE. COXK, of mourning to France, In other | ae No, 152 W, Lith Street. News Notes of Science California man has invented @| metal drum and smoke pipe, heated feeder whiod is operated hy | and returned to a room. Phardines: clock which, at set times, ' a; 4.8 me and permits grain to Cll) 4 oian for draining the Zuyder Zee Mg ln Holland contemplates the building i of an wm! ment 182 miles in length, Bree eet ere ie Fe land work that will require. thirty: hed and pine burrs and mixing | ‘Fe? Years to complete, ” EDITORIAL PAG THURSDAY, AUGUST 2 “By J. Ho Cassel You oF bent sal Fables of Every Day Folks 8 Swticte L«s|The Gay Life of a Commuter Coprriaht, 1919, be’ Thy Prem Publishing Oo, (the New York Rvening Wérld), The Man Who Did Not Believe in Germs NOE upon a time there was a man who frowned on every- thing that denoted*progress. He pooh-poohed every idea that was advanced in the interest ‘of hu- manity. He hated auto~ mobiles and stuck to his horse and bugsy. He was the kind of man who forever flaunted “those g004 old day when everything was done right, ac- cording to his ideas. ' One of thé items which fhis man particulafly abhorred was the per- sistent talk of germs, He just wouldn't hear about them. It was all “tom- foolery,” he said. He told about how his mother never had to run for the peroxide bottle for every little cut and that fine old clear water Was good enough, Many a time he gaverlittle preach- ments to his friends about people who pampered themselves too much and who were constantly looking for little germs, Now, this man was a man of means and he had @ number. of people work- ing for him. He was not an unkind individual, but was a sort of a stand- still person, Things were “good enough.” Modern inventions he called “new fangled notions." But he had one excellent quality in that he loved cleanliness and de- manded it from his workers, Now it came to pass that this man and his good wife went to live on their farm, as he wanted to cultivate @ little more and also to add, some more buildings, ‘There were several cows on this farm and the caretakers had sold the milk, which was one of the sources of income of this estate, In the course of his going over the THE PRINTING TELEGRAPH. URING the five-year period D 19121917, the printing telegraph came into extended use by tele- graph companies, and railroads. ‘The press woclations printing tel graph consists essentially of a sen ing instrument, equipped with a key- ‘board similar to that of a typewriter, electrically connected with a rec ing instrument in such # manner that the latter automatically reproduces - uwith an nd round a pedestal, any of which can be operated independently or a of them y are the idea of a fouth Da- . @btained with Coal gus and er gas. . Four small electric fans that sur- * ine what ls typewritten on the sendi instrumeni, Without the printi telegraph it would have been diff cult or impossible to handle the in- ‘busi nees creased telegraph work, he discovered that the milk was sent to @ pasteurising plant in order to kill any germg that might cause harm.) Being an unbeliever of germs, and crying aloud about his grand- father not having to pasteurize milk, he changed the whole procedure. He found that he could not sell his milk as formerly, except in his vicin- ity, as most people had become edu- cated to the importance of germs. As he was wont to have his way, he just confined the selling of his, milk fresh from the cows to the people of the immediate district, Now, it happened that some children in the family to whom he sold milk were taken ill, and the doctor diag- nosed the cause as coming direct from the milk. And the man was warned about it. He laughed at the idea, but con- tinued to sell his milk. Some of his workers were taken ill, which cost him @ sum of money in the way of compensation, But he went right on. One of the children died, however, and then things took a turn. The public authorities traced the death of the child straight to the germs of the diseased cow owned by this man who did not believe in germs. He was stopped from selling milk and the particular cow was disposed of by the Government, Now one morning, the man himself awoke feeling badly. He used all grandmother's medicines that he knew about, but he grew steadily worse, and as a last expedient he had to call in a doctor, The doctor shook hig head and told him be had some germs in bis system that were dim- cult to combat. He discharged the doctor but continued to grow worse. Ho was afraid he was going to die, as he seemed to/fail to respond to the "good old” remedies. So he called in another physiclan who told him the same thing, and said if he wanted his life saved, he would ‘have to send for another doctor who was'a germ specialist, This certainly went “against’ the grain,” but when be grew yery weak he had to submit, ‘To make a long fable short, thore was great diMculjy in saving this man's life, and he was only saved by the skin of his teeth, It was only after the most improved method of scientific treatment in combating germs that he found himself out of aa iv. He mas. astounded when he, was fovbiek ore. et eae £4, tthe poy shown through ‘the microscope the real live though deadly germs that had been in his system. He became the greatest advocate in the extermination of germs and expounded this moral: NEW GURMS, LIKE OLD TIME AND T&DE, WAIT FOR NO MAN, Or Trailing the Bunch From Paradise Copyright, 1919, by The Press Pubilsbing Co: (The New York Evening World), The Original “Lost Battalion.” LL the world knows the story of Major Whittlésey and the fa- mous “Lost Battalion” of the Argonne, but very few persons know -By Roy L. 66 ‘OU'D never guess who I met to-day!” remarked Mrs, Jerr, and without waiting for an answer continued, “The J. Will Bick- erstaffs, They are back from the seashore and they're going to tie mountains! Now, what do you think of that?” Mr. Jarr did not appear to think anything at all about it. He didn’t even pause in reading the racing re- sults and baseball final scores in the strike and other outdoor sports news extra he had in hand. “I think you might answer @ per- son when one speaks ito you id Mrs, Jarr, with a shade of irasci- bility in her voice. “I told you I met the J. Will Bickerstafts!” “What should I have said?” re- plied Mr. Jarr. “I don't know the Biggerstiffs!”" “Bickerstaffs! Bickerstaffs! You know them well enough, if you'd ad- mit it,” replied Mrs. Jarr. “Don't ‘you remember when they lived in the next flat to us and were such quiet people? His mother lived with them then. “If his mother or her mother lived with them they did pot get along nicely together, no matter how quict they were,” said Mr, Jarr. “I don’t like to hear you speak that way,” said Mrs, Jarr, “You can't say that my mother ever made any ttouble between us, When she was told we were engaged she cried bit- terly. . And she afterward said she didn’t think it for the best, especially as Mr. Polinsky, whé sonie people said was a real Polish Prince, and a young man who was doing 80 well ag d builder in our neighborhood at the time, was paying me such marked attention!” 80, thou couldst haye been a Polish Princess and the builder's ‘oride then, but Edward Jarr, the blighter, came and blighted thy fair young life?” asked Mr, Jarr. es, aNd you needn't sneer at Mr, The Jarr Family McCardell Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Bvening World). Only the Wealthy Can Afford to Be Wicked. ~ Polinsky, either," said Mrs. Jarr. “Mamma always said he would make very good husband, he was always 80 quiet. “But I wouldn't listen.” “Listen to wooer or mother?" in- quired Mr. Jarr: “To neither of them,” she replied. “However,” this with @ little sigh, “{t's too late now, and Coynt Po- linsky, as everybody called him, fafled during the war and was sent to jail for defrauding people—though mamma always insists it was a brok- en heart that made him commit the forgery—and, as I was saying, abput the Bickerstaffs, don’t you remember the night we heard @ smack across: the air shaft and heard Mr. Bicker- staff crying and then Mrs. Bieker- staff's voice saying: ‘I couldn't help it, mother, when he so rudely called you @ falsifer.” / “What sort of a smack was it, a kissing smack, a fighting smack or a fishing smack we heard?" asked, Mr. Jarr. “You needn't be sarcastic,” said Mrs, Jarr. “And, anyway, I notice you do not take me everywhere with You as Mr, Bickerstaff does his wife. She even goes to business with him.” “You can come along to business with me, too, old girl, if you want Pto, but it’s dull.at the office these days.” said Mr, Jarr, ‘besides it’s a long, long walk when the transpor- tation systems are tied up.” “Oh, well,” said Mrs. Jart. “There's always something suspicious about a couple who are always together like those* Bickerstaffs are, Everybody knows that he used to drink terribly every chance he got, and still does, somehow, ang she flirts outrageously, and he knows it.” “So he watches her and watches him?” asked Mr, Jarr, “Of course,” replied Mra, Jarr. “Everybody knows that, Neither trusts the other; you’ generally find she PAP ad does bein awe Soh oe gether that way are bound more by distrust than love." “Correct you are,” said Mr, Ne i as hu wd ty st. How They Made Good By Albert. Payson. Terhune Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Oo. (The New York Crening World), 76—Thackeray,. Who Made Good Along One Inspired Line. B® was a génius, along one line; and hopelessly incom petent along a gozen other lines. It was only when ‘he @ecovered the “one line” that hé bégan to make good, And then he won deathless fame. ‘7 He was William Makepeace ‘Thacketay. He begam life with a high education and a fortune of about $100,000," In his times, $100,000.was as much as treble that’ sum would be to-day. 4 Education, wealth, social position—all were his. And in spite of this, he.could not make good until repeated failure and bitter grief and disappointment had driven him at Mast to the one kind of work for which he was fit. ‘ Before he eame of age he took to gambling. And Be lost the bulk of his fortune to a professional card sharp—a man whom Thackeray later lampooned in several of his stories, under the name of “Mr. Deuceace.” ‘As the young victim was not yet twenty-one and not yet master of fis own fortune he might perhaps have dodged paying these debts of hongr, But on his twenty-first birthday he turned over the larger. part of hie property to’"Deuceace,” and then looked about him for some way of earning @ living. Already, Thackeray had shown vivid skill as a writer. But he does not seem to have realized that his true career lay in that direction, Thongh he continued to write off and on, he sought other means for making good. He became. an artist, And his pictures were atrociously bad, He sought "to illustrate some of his own storits, The Illusttm~ @ tions alone were enough to account for the stories H failure. Also, he tried bis luck as a lawyer! If possible, his law work was even worse than his art. One careor after another he took up. And because he was fit to make good at nothing but literature he scored no success at any of them, Finally, rebuffed in every direction but one, he turned his attention to the writing of a long novel. ‘This was in 1846, and Thackeray was already, entering on early middle age. He managed to eell this novel to a magazine, which published it serially, for the next two years. ‘Thackeray drew the illustrations for it himself, But even this handicap could not spol the story's success. ‘When the serial publication began the author was almost unknown to the general public. When it was finished his name was on the lips of the whole reading public, He had made good. The world was acclaiming him as one of the foremost satirists andi word-painters in all the annals of Uiterature, _ The novel, by the way, was “Vanity Fair,” one of the everlasting mas terpieces of English fiction. ‘ ‘Thackeray had the genius to realize that no man can make good by accomplishing one great piece ‘of work and then resting on his laurela, After “Vanity Fair" had brought him wealth etd fame, he worked all the harder along his late-dis« H covered avenue to immortality, ¥, Him Famous £ Ore novel after another from his tireless gem ‘ thrilled the world, and added to the repute which “vanity Fair" had begun. There were also essays and poems and short stories—miracles of wit and satire—interspersing the longer tales, 5 He wrote with a keen sense of ridicule, holdiag“up to human natore a merciless picture of its own faults and failings, yet always with an under- lying sweetness that robbed the jest of its sting and which showed the de¢p heart and sentiment of the man beneath his thin cloak of cynicism. He had made good, and he kept on making good to the day of his death -sdying at the acme of his renown and popularity, Pc nanaemaanal ; Gambled Away 3. Fortune. Oe Novel Made By Rube Towner not broad or paved or lighted—in fact it was not a strect in one sense, but @ steep hill, dark as pitch and the dust a half foot thick in the roadway, that those people who are always to- | Pui 7 a the story of the “Lost Battalion of Paradise.” After the young men of the village had gone to war the duty of defend- ing Paradise against the Central Powers devolved upon the Sheriff's eserve, whose members were beyond the age limit or had other disabilities. ‘True, there was a Home Guard of volunteer militia, but it had no arms, and as the aged colored man said of near beer, it had ‘no authority.” ‘The old boys, three companies of four squads each, which together formed what they called a “battalion,” made a brave show in their bluevuni- forms and taps, armed with night sticks and revolvers, being careful in respect to the latter to obey the in- junction of their leader, Chief Snow of Fire Department fame, to “always keop the nozzle toward the ground.” There were envious persons who suggested a crutch drill and a wheel chair hike, but the home warriors treated such suggestions with de- served scorn. “Captain,” said the Chief to Capt. Dick of No, 2 Company one regular drill night, “you take charge of the battalion to-night and go easy—it's awful hot and dusty, and if you see the enemy don’t attack him, but out. manoeuvre him.” Capt. Dick gaye the battalion “squads right,” and. started on a roundabout hike for the shore road, eventually describing an oval and starting back to G, H. Q—the Fire House. With the battalion swinging along in “company front,” the commander thought he had arrived at the cor- ner of @ broad, paved, lighted street, where he inténded to turn toward the Fire House. At the command “squads right” the battalion turned in squad formation to the right, but had not gone far until it discovered that the street was “and as I don't need any watching, ‘belng a steady skate, you won't mind then if I go down to business un- chaperoned as usual to-morrow morning. 1 promise to be good, be- sides I've only got lunch money’ and it’s hard to be wicked unless one has a wad.” “I hope you are good because you haven't the Igelination to be wicked and not you haven't the wherewithal. You know the old say- ing, “To the Pyre All Things Are *" replied Mrs, Jarr, “But the high cost of wickedness these days changes it to read: ‘To the Poor All Things Are Pure,’ Mr, jarr insisted, Also it, was a part of the viNage with which the Captain was entirely un- familiar. ‘ Clynbing the bill in the dust and dark the old boys began to wheete and scrape the streams of perapira- tion from their faces, “Whew! what the what, Bill!* “No talking in the ranks!” orderéa the commander. “Battalign halt! A® ease!” Sardonic laughter greeted this last command, “Cap, haven't you made a ‘ris. take?” asked the Chief stepping up. “No, six," replied Capt. Dick cone fidently. “Do you know what stree@this is? “Sure, Pike's Peak Avenue, or ought to be.” Five minutes after the march was resumed the Captain noticed that the battalion was marking time and not advancing. “What's the matter there? Why, don't you go ahead; forward march|” ence!” called out the Sergeant of 1 Company, “Battalion halt!" loughter, . The Captain back-stepped them until he thought he had room to turm and then gave it “column right!" I another moment it was marking time and the Sergeant called out again, *:Fence!”* “Back-step, march!" cried the Caps tain, “Wang!” The rear rank of the rear squad had backed into another fence, ‘Thef Paradise battalion was in @ ul de sac; pocketed. The chief was chuckling, but Capy’ Dick was not Willing to make any ad= missions, It was a desperate situa- tion and it called for desperate ace tion. “Bidestep he called,‘ N More sardonic to the right, mareh!” Sompany halt! Are you 2” he asked, 1" replied the Sergeant. Column right!" and with the com- mand the battalion started to retrace its line ef march, “Now you've got ‘em, Cap," mid the Chief; “now back to the Fire House, But Capt. Dick made a desperate effort to recover his goat, He saw @ gleam of light toward the bay and at the command “column left* the battalion turned down a dark narrow street, torn up for sewer connection, but which finally led bim back to the shore road. At the Fire blouse when the ba: tajion was dismissed, the Chief said “What was the big idea, Cap? You'll admit now that you were Tost, won't you?” H “just a new idea of mine, but tell the boys; they might’ get ope was an endurance i, “Lost nothing,” replied the Captain; don’t os a \f