The evening world. Newspaper, September 2, 1919, Page 18

i ce ‘impulse and assumption Whe _ Be he Bilitor of The Brening World: ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, Pubihed Dally Bxcept MAMBER OF THE ABSOCIATED PRESS, Pe Fm Ry Lcd MOM COTES Sisv Advis t cake ei ies veviveteeysoMO, MLIU8 THE PRIMARIES. HEORETICALLY those who go to the polls to-day to decide who are to be the candidates of the four legally constituted parties in this State in the November general election aro a large, representative and thoughtful part of the registered voters of city and commonwealth. Actually the chief voting at to-day’s primaries will be done as usual by comparatively small bands of the faithful in accordance with the plans of party leaders and workers whose interest in poli- ties is practical and perennial. The public knows perfectly well by this time that it cannot complain of the results without blaming itself as much as the pri- ‘mary system. The wonder is those results are not worse than they are. So far as this city is concerned, interest in to-day’s primaries centres, the public is told, in the contest between former State Seriator William M, Bennett and Congressman La Guardia for the Republican nomination for President of the Board of Aldermen and in the lively fight put up by a young Democrat, James F. Finegan, to oust McCooey and Tammany from power. in Brooklyn. Whose interest? Y How many voters in Greater New York, Republicans or Dem- oerats, are taking time to go to the polls to-day and exert an influence upon the outcome of these or any other of the day’s contests? ! ‘ Where is there any active interest save among the very few who look upon attention to politics even as far back as the pri- maries as a duty and the much larger but still limited number for whom means merely promoting plane and giving or carrying out orders with a view to party and personal advantage? Give the average New York voter candidates, issues and the mental stimulus of a campaign and he will vote intelligently But has he yet ived, at the kind of eelf-starting political of responsibility that the theory of the primary system assumes? fc There is another significant contest over in Brooklyn. Ren- ben L. Haskell, Republican Congressman from “the Eleventh New York District, who is opposing two other Republicans for nomina- tion for the Kings County Court to which two judges are to be elected this year, has chosen Prohibition for an issue. Pointing te the fact that in Congress he voted against Prohibition, intro- duced a résolution for a referendum vote on the question and declared against cumptuary legislation, Mr. Haskell says in his appeal to Republican voters: nomination on any such my candidacy is presented for a test of sentiment, Your vote for Haskell on Primary Day will demonstrate that influences of the Anti-Saloon in any respect upon the very im- portant issue of Prohibition. I am the only candidate who not afraid to test this question by a vote’of the people.” We note this as an early and interesting indication that not ali Republican circles in the State can be confident of escaping the embarrasament of the Prohibition issue. Of the twenty-six Republican Representatives from New York in the Sixty-fifth Con- gress ten voted YES on the joint resolution to ewbmit the National Prohibition Amendment to the States. Among these ten was one! of the other two Republican Representatives from Brooklyn— Frederick W. Rowe. The result of the Haskell “test of Prohibi- tion- sentiment” among Brooklyn Republicans’ will be worth watching. . In a yet larger sense is this particular “test” in to-day’s pri- Why are Americans now forced to register their protests against the methods by which the Constitution was broken into and their personal liberties suppressed ? ’ Is it for any other reason than that they failed to defend themselves as they might have done against those methods, failed to impress their legislators, failed to comprehend the tactics of the Anti-Saloon League lobby, failed to watch or control their politics at the source—exactly as, where they have them, they fail to use primary elections as they were meant to be used—for their own protection? Lettérs From the People Get the Woolt Coatings average 20 ounces per to there le no ‘way posalole te gues & suit length average exceeding 4 Pounds of wool, or 50 per cent, less than your generous allowance of § pounds, | Therefore the wool avail- able, instead of being saMcient for only 21-2 guits of clothes for every le adult in the United States, is enough for exactly twice that num- ber, namely 5 suits, ‘The $100 suit as either « retail or wholesale proposition is impossible. In-@ paragraph under the caption “Whe Got the Woolf” The Evening World as usual accurately discloses real wool situation, However, as EDITORIAL PAGE TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1919 Coprriaht. 1919 by The Tras Duibilaning Co, tte Re Yeet Vromte' Sha.) By Sophie HILE dowr in the congested section of the city my atten- tion was drawn to a little saleswoman. She was selling shoes at a stand on the street. I went up to the stand and lie- tened. “Lady, won't v4 you buy a pair 4 of slippers?” she * asked, “These kind are very pretty,” she urged, holding @ “I think they would Vorwia mane ire pair before me. Just fit you,” @he said, looking down at my feet. “And, besides, they are made of very good leather, Now these kind over here are not 80 good?” she went on. “But these I can guarantee you will last ever #0 long.” She continued to dwell on the merits of her stock and I marvelied at this curly-headed child—this little busi- ness woman who had caught the Phrases of her elders in her efforts to make a sale. I could not resist her. Her enthu- siasm, her brightness, her desire to please made me want to buy. Doupt- less some one had left her in charge and she was eager to show results, And the smile that she gave me as I carried away the shoes is worth all the money that I paid—the glow of sladness—her sense of satisfaction of success, I came uptown and entered Central Park. I saw hundreds of children playing, curly-headed children like the Little saleswoman, and I could not help wishing that she was there, I kept wondering if she ever played; if she ever went to the country; if she ever romped about tn glee with her playmates, I went back again the next day and found her there. Her eyes glistened with eagerness as she tried to impress The Child Saleswoman Irene Loeb Coprrighs, 1919, ty The Press Publishing Company (The New York Evening World.) The Lass of Courage Who Should Be Romping With|No. 81—James Bruce, Who Discovered the Source ae Her Playmates. But, oh, I could not help thinking: the sordid side of things. And my thotights turned to many ladies I know who have no little children, no cares—and whose lives are filled with fruitless pastimes. I continued to wish—to wish that one of these women would become a Big Sister to this child; would pay a salesman @ little salary to conduct the stand so that this little girl may secure her God-given rights of youth. What a great work for some of these women! The actual money that it would cost would mean per- haps one gown less during the season and what joy they could put in place of it! ¥ There are Big Sisters—groups of splendid women everywhere who are doing jast such things as this, but many, many more recruits are needed, ‘The demand is great and there ts a supply—a great supply of wealthy women from whom such recruits could be drawn if they would but say the word, I still keep wishing—wishing that these women could know the great exultant feeling that comes at the in which a fine deed has been done—a deed that has taken @ little pain out of poverty and has sounded the chime of oheer to some hungry soul who has sighed for it, ‘There is nothing like it in all the wide, wild world. How It Started By Hermine Neustadt] “‘Hobson’s Choice.” UT im the breezy West when another customer, I learned her story. There are two other younger little ones, and they all live with their grandfather, who is the owner of the stand. She is the little mother of the Be | family. And when grandfether is not feel- ing well ehe “tends his stand.” An elder married sister helps the family and they are getting along very well, apparently, they catch a horse thief, they Politely extend to him the privilege of choosing whatever par- ticulag method he prefers of passing to bis Maker, That's “Hobson's Choice.” ‘There's a strike on the subway, a tie-up on the L; the buses are over- loaded and the street cars have no power, How do you prefer to get to work? That too in “Hobson's Choice.” Another phase that is timely jugt/of the livery stable at Cambridge, How They Made Good By Albert Payson Terhune . Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co. (The Now York Bvening World). of the Nile. For centuries the River Nile had been as mysteri- ous in it? own way as was the North Pole. None knew where it had its secret source. None knew its upper- most reaches. It flowed through Dgypt, saving the land from total worthlessness. But none knew whence it flowed; nor what strange countries were crossed by it before it came down into Egypt. ‘As @ result of this ignorance, a million queer stories and legends and rumors were woven about the unknown source of the Nile. The terrors that must follow on all efforts to explore the savage wilds beyond Egypt were enough to turn back the hardiest explorers. Moreover, no foreigner could hope to tackle the difficulties of unknown regions and unknown lan- guages. And no Oriental dared set out on such an expedition. ‘James Bruce was a mere lad of twenty-four when his beautiful young wife died, a very few monthe after their marriage, This was in 1754. ‘The bereaved husband left Scotland and sought some new inter- est in life to ease his heartbreak. He found it in his quest Secret $ for the source of the Nile. Bourse 0 Bruce went at the seemingly impossible task in clever Mystery.2 fashion. First of all, he took up the study of Oriental lan- ee guages and of ancient Oriental customs. He studied not only modern Arabic, but the almost forgotten Ge-oz tongue, ‘This latter he mastered until it was as familiar to him as English, Then he was ready he first real step in his journey. me He ma also stagea ‘up a smattering of medicine, So, going to the Bast, he palmed ‘himself off on the natives as an Arabic physician. When this rofe would not suffice, he pretended to be a stranded Turkish ship Captain. In these alternate disguises he made his way from Cairo to Thebes and thence across the desert to Massawa, His questions and his long studied theories led him to think the Nile had its source somewhere in the farthermost part of Abyssinia. Now, Abyssinia was a country in which | it was not safe for a foreigner to travel. Yet Bruce entered tt boldly. For two years he stayed there, winning the favor of the ruler and making hitnself generally popular by means of his tremendous strength, his courage and bis skill in all forms of exercise, And all the time he was preparing for his life work. t was not until 1770 that Bruce was able to find the Nile’s gource. It was the “Blue Nile”—the Nile of the ancients—whose source he discov- ered, and which he traced to its confluence with the “White ——— Nile.” Nothing ox! He had made good. He had achieved the impossible, Daunted $ tz6 had penetrated @ region which would have meant death Him. to any other foreign explorer, He had risked hip life a thou- sand times. But not once had he swerved from his perilous purpose. During those long years of preparation and of hardship Bruce had unconsciously grown to expect that the Nile’s source would prove to be something spectacular—something almost unearthly in tts grandeur and wild beauty. This idea had taken a firm hold on him, It had spurred him on to tireless work and to hair-raising risks. When at last he stood at the puny and puddle like streamlet which was the true source of the mighty Blue Nile, he cried aloud in sharp disappointment: “Is this allt” England. When a customer wanted to hire a horse the interesting pro- prietor, after permitting him to go now in the good old summert'me when at breakfast the heart cries “Trout!” is: “How will you have your w < — = Q © a a = & = Copyriant, 11 OOK! ‘Who comes here? i Who is THIS that approaches steathily with tae look of the huntress in her glittering eye? Nay! cited ture in the folds of her skirts. How cautiously she glances all about her, Sherlock Holmesing the sea, the sky, the summer boarders. Like a photo-play detective on the trail of the “lost diamonds.” With what fiendish joy she spots her Victim! How Theda Barraish the smile with which she transfixes htm—or her! How dulcet her voice as she cunningly leads the conversation From the time to the weather, from the weather to the sunlight, and from the sun by artful stratagem to the sinister subject of her base de- signs, Ha! She HAS you! marriage! “Just one! “You won't have to BUDGE! “Sit over here. ‘ No, over there. “Wait a minute, “You'll have to come to the other end of the piazza, where you can FACE the sun. “Oh, dear! “Pshaw! another!” And another! And another! And you don’t know whether you “Didn't it come out FINE? Don't you?” And yet people wonder why men By Roy L. Stuyvesant Stalker, the famous danc- ing master, who has been leading the fight_to ban the ‘Shimmie’ and and other obnoxious ways of danc- dancing masters’ recent “Why should I stay home to see a dancing gink—I mean ihstructor?” grumbled Mr. Jarr. “Why,” explained Mrs. Jarr, “don’t you see, you can get in an argu- ment with him that the old-fash- toned dances, such as the waltz and the two-step, were more graceful than the modern dances, such as the ‘Shimmie’—now banned—and also ‘Snake-Glink,’ or the ‘Jumping Tar- antula’ or the ‘Centipede Side-walk’ —which are also banned—I believe— and Prof, Stalker may get excited 4 show us the new refined dance ps that will be fashionable.” ‘Why should I get in an argument ei Willie Wildwave—I mean thie Stalker person?” asked Mr, Jarr, “He wears his handkerchief in his sleeve, I know he wears his handkerchief in his sleeve!” “Ot course he does!" replied Mrs, Jarr, “But what I want you to get in |an argument with him ts not about | handkerchiefs in sleeves but about {the old time dances, Then, Prof. Stalker will refute you by showing you how graceful the stops of the new dances are, just as I said, and Clara Mudridge-Smith, who will bring him around in her motor—for he never walks a step, being so tired out by giving so many lessons and exhibition dances—and Clara and I | will be able to pick up some of the new steps watching him, so we. will have learned that much, and it will not have cost us anything.” “But (lara Mudridge-Smith has plenty of money and can pay for dancing lessons. Why should she cadge them by having me sit around talking about dancing—ang I'll bet he calls it ‘dawncing’—with a creat- ‘ure with a lace handkerchief up his sleeve and with a Jot of time on hand in the shape of a dainty non-military eags?” “Hobson's Choice” had its unique origin with one Hobson, the keeper the round of the stalls and examine the hi @ view to selection, would that the horse near- other wrist watch? Let Mrs, Smith pay tor her lessons!” “You know as well as I do that Clara Mudridge-Gmith is like all the after cup! Hate Summer Resorts i) By Helen Rowland }. by The Press Publishing Company (The New York Evening World) ~ They Would Rather Go Fishing or Spend Their Eve- nings at a Roof Garden Than Play “Artist’s Model” to the Kodak Fiends and Snap-Shot Sirens. Is it the summer resort “vamp” Qent upon com-, ' quest and destruction? Is it the anxious wife in search of her husban@— | the jealous sweetheart looking for her “wandering boy’?—the summer widow seeking mischief—the piasa * gossip trailing down a fresh and fascinating scandal? It is none of these! It is the CAMERA FIEND! The Siren of the Snap Shot! The Nemesis of the Film! r The Girl with the Kodak! See how craftily.she holds her weapon behind her. Observe how she conceals her instrument of tor- There is no escape. “Just one!” she pleads cajolingly. Like a man pleading for a kiss before marriage—or for a drink after T’ve got all the nice, INTERESTING people except YOU! You'll have to move again. The light is not right. “And besides, I'd like to get in a bit of the sea—for background, you “And would you mind taking off your hat? Oh, thank you. It makes such a shadow on your face, you know, ‘No, don’t look at the camera. Look at the sun. DON’T blink! “Let me see—where ARE you? I can't find you. Oh, there you are! I snapped it and you were wabbling. Now we'll have to try And another! ‘And then one fair day, just as you are “New Thoughting” yoursélf {nto harmony with the universe, she shows you the RESULTS! Or the wild-looking light-struck lady on the end, But whichever you are, it shocks your vanity, wrecks your serenity and spoils your happiness for a whole week When she exclaims delightedly, adding insult to injury + I think it's simply SPLENDID of you!,. The Jarr Family Coprright, 1919, by ‘The Press Publishing Company (The New York Evening World) Just When Everything Is Lovely, Mr. Jarr Has Spill the Beans! E was a striking Scotch giant, six feet four inches tall, This child has the right to play; has heavy of build, strikingly handsome, James Bruce the right to youthful pleasures; the was bis name, and early in life he was stricken with ' ¢¢ OW you've got to stay in right to join with other children. And & strange ambition. For almost all the rest of his | N the house this evening,” said 79h Rere.ehe ye, Sasiaing the: burden days he devoted his every thought and every energy to Mrs, Jarr. “Clara Mudridge- o¢ the adult and coming very clos 4 the task of making good on that one ambition. Smith is going to be here with Prof. re are the black, fat lady in the middle, hate summer resorts! McCardell other rich people—just as stingy as she can be! She doesn't mind charg- ing things at the stores, or getting @ check from her husband to pay for things, but to spend any money from her pocket—well, she just can’t do it!” Mrs. Jarr declared. “Then meet the refined dancing in- structor and his sleeve handkerchief and —_conacientious - objector - wrist- watch at Mrs. Mudridge - Smith's apartments. She has more room, and hardwood floors, and the Stalker can do more skipping around and show you more free steps there,” advised Mr, Jarr, . “That's a aplendid idea!” cried Mra, | Jarr. “Tl call up Clara and tell her it Prof. Stalker comes there to wait for us*—— . “Us?" echoed Mr, Jarr. “Why, I'm not to go around, am I?" “Ot course you are!” said Mrs, Jarr. “You are to get him in an argument, aren't you?" There was no escape for Mr, Jaxr, and when he and his good wift ar- rived at Mrs. Mudridge- Smith's apartments at the Highcosta Arms, they found Prof. Stuyvesant Stalker and a wheeled tea table already as- sembled. Yes, Prof. Stalker wore his handkerchief in his sleeve and looked exactly. as Mr. Jarr, without /, him, had described him, It ¥ speaking: § “Take the tango, my dear ladies*— f Mr, Jarr had growled when intro. | | | ». duced and eat as far off as he could \ | ; from the speaker, feignii > grossed in'"The ‘Going Away Gonna of a Eugenic Bride" article in the Perfect Ladies’ Journal—"take the Dans L'Amore,” the Professor went on—"it is symbolic—its every phase is symbolic of love at first sight and 6 Arcadian courtship of th Ene Arne Dp e nymphs “The Dans L'Amore begins,” Prot. Stuyvesant Stalker cooed on, “by the man and girl doing a pas de seul from opposite corners. This repre- sents the girl as coming from the Altars of Nature, the arched’ hands symbolizing the sylvan ecclesiastical spirit. Then comes the Recognition, tHe Invitation, the Acceptance—let me show some ste Pardon me!" cried Mr, Jarr, “Let| Away me show you some—The Gallop!" Out of my way or I'll crack e ‘stal of your watch!" And the terrible man walked right out of the Foor and slammed the door beh! m! And Prof. Stuyvesant Stalker So nervous the rest of the day tha he wasn't fit for a thing, and not an other of the new steps could tI ladies get dim to show them, and th plied him alg ~oupy “eo :