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VOY How They Made Good By Albert Payson Terhune Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Company (The New York vening World.) ' i) CHARLES DICKENS, the Chore Boy Who | Won Immortal Fame. 18 father was in jail. His mother allowed the little fek ; low to work as chore boy fot @ shoe blacking factoryet {ii} $1.40 a week. For two years Charles Dickens slaved at thiv wretched employment, eating his young heart out at’ the o¥erturning of his earlier dreams. He had wanted to write. He loved literature in all its forms. And now his mother had consigned him to this miserable’ drugdery, To his last day Dickens never forgot this, nor wholly forgave his weak-willed and stupid mother for permitting it. Yet all the time, without knowing it, he was piling up material that one day to help him make good, Read the story of little David Copper! fleld, of Pip, of Oliver Twist, of Smike and of Joe, in his various books, And you will realize Dickens could not have described the poverty and heartsick loneliness and cruel toil and privations of semmmerm "4 those immortal children if he had not had a bitter firsts Wrote About Wretched hand expertence in such matters. Experiences. Here, too, in his unhappy boyhood, he ran acroms $ such characters as Fagin and Bill Sikes and Quilp and other waterside crooks, and unconsciously made a study of them for later use, His father was in the debtors prison of Marshalsea, And the lad used to visit him there every Sunday. ‘Thus, from the inside, he saw the grim horrors of a debtor’s prison and was able in after years to assail the institution in euch realistic fashion as he helped at last to abola ish it. In spite of all he gained by the harsh experience of™his childhood, Dickens could never look back at those days without a keen sense of shame and degradation. ‘The sting of it marked bis whole life, and {t stood out in nearly every book he wrote. When he was twelve a little legacy rescued the lad from the stums and from slavery, and he was sent to echool again. Thence he went to woik as office boy to a lawyer. In every spare moment of these years tn the law office he was toiling night and day to improve his education and’ to learn to become a writer. From office boy he worked himself into a job as a reporter on a Lon« don newspaper. Here his early knowledge of the slums and of the dockside’ characters was of mighty use to him. At last he had begun to make good, He had secured a position in which he was paid for writing—in which hé received a salary for doing the kind of work he loved instead of the drudg- ery he hated. - But the young scrivbler was not satisfied. Ahead of him he saw et last a chance for a career, In his spare moments he was still working, even as when he had been an office boy. But now he was working on eketches of London life. He wrote a number of these sketches and went from one editor to another, peddling them. Presently one or two of the sketches were published. Their quaint humor, their pathos, their vivid powers of description, their brilliant originality—all attracted attention. These were combined in book-form under the title “Sketches by Box” ‘And immediately afterward appeared “The Posthumous Papers of ¢he Pickwick Club,” which are better known as “Pickwick Papers.” When this came out a8 a book, in 1837, it took the whole world by storm. Dickens was acclaimed as one of the foremost writers of the century. He had made good. From that moment until his death, in 1870, Ris fame grew brighter and brighter. Once or twice his extravagance caused moments of stress which re« minded him of his earlier and poorer days. And the world was the gainer by it, for it always led him to the writing of some immortal story or col« lection of stories in order to pay off Nis debts. For example, “The Christ nas Carol” was written by bim in 1843. Says one of his biographer: A Favorite Cut! MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED alt ota ets elo BS poe ed Go VOLUME 60 HOW DO THEY STAND? OTE one result of Tuesday's primaries: - On an anti-Prohibition platform, running independently) ¢ against candidates indorsed by the Republican organization, Reuben L. Haskell won the nomination for one of the two vacancies) im the Kings County Court by 8,300 more votes than were polled for the third contestant. | Before the Republican county conference Mr. Haskell was told that his anti-Prohibition record in Congress would disqualify him for nomination on the county ticket. Notwithstanding this he issued ‘an appeal to yoters in which he specially emphasized his anti-Prohibi- tien sentiments. The outcome speaks for itself. The Republican machine finds itself mightily mistaken in the idea that Prohibition brings nothing but aid and promise to the Republican Party. Of the three Republican Assemblymen from Greater New York in the New York State Legislature of 1919 who voted for ratification of the National Prohibition Amendment, only ene is found among Tuesday’s renominations. Though it is late enough in the day, voters of both parties, Re- publicans as well as Democrats, have begun to show keen interest im the attitude of their elected representatives and their representa- tives-elect toward Nation-wide Prohibi Besides those renominated, this week’s primaries have produced some fifty-seven new Republican nominees and twenty-six new Demo- cratic nominees for the Assembly from New York City. Some of these candidates will be elected. Next year will find them voting on legislation bearing on the enforcement of the National Prohibition Amendment in this State. How does each of them stand on Prohibition? The voters of this city are entitled to know. The Evening World invites and will be glad to print their answers. ion and its enforcement. —rr | Wen on London Newspaper. eer at NO GLOSS. HE public of this city has been deeply shocked by the case of Henry F. Williams, engineer fireman in the Fire Depart- ment. e Though still suffering from serious spinal injuries sustained last January in the performance of his duty, Williams was in March sum- marily ordered back to work by the Fire Department’s chief medical! officer, Dr. Joseph BE. Smith. As a result the sick man collapsed}: Fables of Everyday Folks while on duty and after weeks in a plaster cast is now in Bellevue Hospital unable to raise himself from his bed. Commissioner of Accounts Hirschfield, who looked into the matter last May but treated it as of little importance, now admits that Dr. Smith “apparently made a professional mistake—wholly unintentional and in good faith.” Is that all? Mayor Hylan is in possession of the full facts of the case. Does he mean to let it pass with a few casual expressions of regret? a New Yorkers do not countenance the practices of a German prison camp in their Fire Department. Nor do they believe such practices should be glossed'over when brought to light. a F FOR SEPTEMBER 10. HERE seem to be singular languor and paucity in the official preparations the City of New York is making for its welcome to Gen. Pershing. : Every day are heard new complaints of the inadequacy of seating plans even for those specially entitled to view in comfort the parade of the First Division. It would seem that those in charge of the) arrangements look upon the whole thing as a minor affair upon which it would be foolish to expend too much thought or money. They should be quickly roused from this delusion. The home- coming of the Commander-in-Chief of the A. E. F. is an event which,) however a Mayor's Committee rather fed up with welcomes may feel! about it, is going to find most of New York on tip-toe along the curbs. It will need all the seating accommodations and all the policing the city can provider It is some months now since New Yorkers have cheered a big parade of returning soldiers, There is a tremendous amount of! enthusiasm stored up to greet the First Division and the General| whose name the Nation hails as standing before all others for its| part in the war. The War Department is showing full interest and co-operative spirit this time. The municipality should not be behindhand. Up, with the grandstands. Qn with the decorations, Out with the flags. Teosen up on the expense and prepare in a way worthy of the city. 1919 has seen some big days in New York. We predict Septem- ber 10 will be the biggest. = From the People they fell. I will ask any soldier that) came pack if he ever heard a boy! ulter such a reMark. 1 have asked many soldiers, and every one said mc, the boys didn't want to think of being left there. boy's heart. Where are our broken mothers? Let us hear from them. The lucky ones that are not in insane asylums are passed away with those boys. People who have Ro interest in the war dhe are con- voyed at the expense of the Gove ment through all parts of France, sightsceing, having a wonderft! time, ‘To the Bilitor of The Evening World Having noticed in your paper that some kind heart has taken up the ‘task of asking the papers to take up the case of our dead heroes in Irance, ana being one of the broken-hearted mothers who gave three sons to the Government at the start of the war " our Lyre | and to save Prance, Trance now refuses to even vat_ue have our dear bo: bedies to our sorrows. France was emved by our brave boys. Now they not do too much for us if they ives sent us home our darling Sr resting place. Quite recently ¢ u » Quite recently a Captain who over here said all te be buried where boys have not been thought of, Why not the Government take the stand now that they took when they took our boys, and give us comfort enough to know we are at least not forgot- tem? SAD MOTHER, |the early years, Home was in every) heart. | and yot the parents of those darling | By Sophie FL upon a time there was a | wife and mother, She married while she was quite young, in the good old-fashioned way. The young man of her choice had been her school- ¢hum, and they had grown up to- gether and it was all a matter of course, When John asked Mary to marry him, it was the expected thing. And the rearing of a family began soon after the honeymoon, During when the children came, every moment of her life was engrossed with them and she was! very ambitious about them, So was he. They lived in a small town, but after a while decided they would go to the big city because of more op- portunity for educating the children. Now, they had started with very Kittle and had to skimp and save in order to make the big move, And the skimping and saving continued after they were settled, Little Jane needed new clothes so that she could keep up appearances with her school- mates in the city, And William, the eldest, who was going to be a fine engineer, needed books and things to heip bim in bis career. In the wee hours of the morning this mother could be found pateaing and darning and planning new things without going into debi always look- ing forward to the futui The family took it all ya ma of course, Her own constan!ly made-over clothes were joked about among themselves, but no one ever gave it a serious thought. When she needed a warm coat of a shawl sho knew a little second-hand shop where things were very cheap. And her ex- cuse to the others was “it is ploaty good enough.” room and occasionally a piece of furniture, She hunted around among | the second-hand shops until she found |something that “would do | nicely.” When the carpets would wear out it was the same thing and certainly everything she bought for herself, which was very little, always came from a second-hand place very or the Once a bed was needed for her own | ¢ Irene Loeb Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New Yerk Evening World), Her Seconda-Hand Life c Many a time she fevered hours fixing up thing that she had bought and which was needed. The husband went along work, enjoyed his lodge meetin being a man of simple tastes, very | little in the way of amusements or entertainments appealed to him, He liked constant digging at business and always assumed his wife was the same way in her home life, ‘The mother rarely had any pleasures except that which she had out of the children, who quite naturally formed acquaintances and | were often away from her on pleas- | ure bent. The years went by and sho con- tinued to live her second-hand life, making much of the cast-off things in order that the others might ha the best she could give. Now this family, in their busy ef- forts to succeed, had entirely over looked this toiling wife and mot » until one day an epidemic came along and ghe was stricken, She was very, very ill and there was little hope for her recovery, She called her husband and children to] her bedside and gave the following directions: would spend some ed cheaply his | and, in his | that | “in the bottom drawer in my ed up in a little hand- some savings. For put by few dol- and it is just enough, Hiram Sinith has just moved out the bodies of his small lot in the cemetery at home mausoleum that he has built and we cay buy the lit- tc place very cheaply. The gr have not yet been filled in where they have moved, and it will be plenty good enough.” She 8 I have these into the new had looked chosen her sec the family they saw waa — the Le ahead and I-hand grave In that nother as s soul even Then awoke moment | their really big who had # thing and lived a s d life so that the others might ne first. Old Col, Remorse entered t family and never left it Her grave was the only new thing she ever had, and was a living re- proach to the family who had failed to appreciate. Each and eve of them set forth this mo “ family who will live up to everything their mother will sacrifice while she lives soon find they ri- nd- have “dama; goods” counter, something to live down when she is The Jarr Fanily By Roy L. McCardell Coprtieht, 1918, by The Prem Publishing Co. (The Now York Hyening World) What Domestic Animal Is a Husband? Why, He’s a Bear, He’s a Bear! OW do you like my new hat?” asked Mrs. Jarr. “It's very becoming,” said not looking up from his * | Mr, Jarr, newspaper. “It isn't a new hat at all!” said Mrs, Jarr, triumphantly. “Of course, it’s a new shape and the ‘fancy’ is new, but the trimmings—-the velvet bows— are off that little hat I wore jast fall.” “Is that so?” said Mr, Jarr uncon- cernedly Mt course I had to get a black shape and black isn’t my color,” con- | tinued Mrs. Jarr, “What did you get it for if it wasn't your color!” askéd Mr. Jarr. You men are stupid!" said Mrs. arr, “It matched the dark velvet bow, of course. I had the velvet turned, of course, but it's never the same, any other color, but black against lone won't notice it so magh. “I wouldn't notice it at all,” sald Mr. Jarr. “I know you wouldn't?’ said Mrs. Jarr. “You never notice anything I wear.” “L said it was becoming to n't 1? sked Mr, Jarre You never looked up f paper!” said Mrs, Jarr, ! ho interest In anything I say thing I do or anything I we: “Woll,” said Mr, Jarr, forgetting iis usual tact, “it seems to me t women think of nothing but clothes! q of us might at have of thinking of we never get any!” sald Mrs, om your uu take any- ne least the satisfaction chithes: Jarr “You get more than I do,” said Mr Jarr shortly, “and while you are thinking about clothes think of mine @ littl There's a button off this vest, the pockets are torn and the suit needs pressing.” An't press them Jarr, “You put on a suit and you never take it off till it woks terrible, If I was as careless about my things as you are about yours I'd be in a bad way for something to wear, I never got a new dress this summer except those couple of cheap ready-made summer gowns I simply had to have! “I think your hat looks fine!” Mr. Jarr, trying to switch; “it's very becoming to you, You to be commended for your economy in onl: whole " n you, can 1?” said Mrs said are gone,” tian buying @ new shape and a new orna nd they'd look badly against |" you, | ment. There, will that satisfy you? “No, it won't!" said Mrs, Jarr, “If| you really cared how I look you'd] tell me I should have a new hat} entirely—a couple of new hats. You| know this turned velvet bow doesn't look right.” “Why don’t you get new bows then and be done with it?” asked Mr. Jarr. “ sard cause I can't afford it,” Mrs. Jarr; “I haven't the money." “Why didn’t you ask for it, then?” said Mr, Jarr. “I was going to, but you are 80 cross and mean, and say such spite- ful things that I would rather go around looking like a freak than to be beholden to you!" “I'll give you everything you want, and you can go as far as you lik said Mr. Jarr; “that is,” he added, far as I have the money.” “I don't want your money! I'd be perfectly satisfied with the hat, bor- rid as it looks! I'd be contented with anything if you wouldn't act like a 1” said Mrs, Jarr, her eyes filling with tears. “How much would a new hat cost, then?" said Mr, Jarr. “About fifteen dollars,” said Mrs, Jarr; “that is, 1 know where there is the loveliest hat I asked to be put aside for mo—reduced to fifteen dollars.” “Here it is; you are welcome to It,” said Mr, Jarr. "I wouldn’t take it,” said Mrs, Jarr, half relenting, “but you can see there is no economy in paying four dollars for a shape and two dollars for a fancy ornament just to use with some old velvet"—~ “l make criticism,” said Mr, Jarr, “Anything you wear looks good to me, I want you to be satished. Here's the fifteen dollars; get the new | hat “Oh, this old one will do," said Mrs, Jarr, “L think it looks real nice, I'll put a few dollars I have to the fifteen you've given me and get something else—shoes, maybe, before they get | higher—as everybody says they will-~ \but you do like @ bear, you | know!" a But to prove it he didn't Mr, Jarr | growled a little and then hugged her, bea no act : ced : | A CHANCE FOR PROFITEERS. | A deposit of chrome ore that is being developed in Rhodesia is be- lieved to be the richest in the world, “It was written to pay outstanding debts of hid’ lavish housekeeping TheGayLifeofaCommuter Or Trailing the Bunch From Paradise By Rube Towner Copyright, 1919, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Bvening World). Gus Is a Real Hero at the Mint Patch Fire. FTER making Paradise a fire- proof village, so far as the de struction of property is con- cerned, the Wide Awake Hook and Ladder Company and the Pioneer Hose Company No. 1 have established a local record for Jife-saving. ‘The honor of being the hero of the occasion fell naturally to Gus, the most inveterate volunteer fireman of the Paradise section and the only one possessing a genuine fireman's hel- met. Whenever the crowds that gather at fires see that famous hel- met gleaming through the lurid glaro they know that all danger of a con- flagration {s over and that they might as well go home. In odd moments, when he is not subduing the Fire Demon, Gus acts as Harbor Master. When the “bunch” were discussing tho late firo at “Fatty's,” following the fire at the One-Price Clothing Store in East Lynne, some one re- marked that “fires always come in threes,” and there was much specula- tion where the third one would break out, Several opinions seemed to favor the headquarters of the local Anti-Saloon League. But fires, like dreams, go by con- traries, and the third fire broke out at Newcomer's Villa, the Mint Patch, and Newcomer, as every one in Para- dise knows, is a persistent and con- sistent foe of the Anti-Saloon League. Like most suburban fires it was more of a smoker than a fire, and the Veteran Chief Snow recognized it as|*" such at once. “Go easy with them axes, boys,” was his first command. “If you have to carry anything out leave the piano and begin at the cellar—and be care- ful not to break the bottles!” Just then Gus, the gallant, the knight crrant, in a Palm Beach suit, but wearing the treasured helmet, suddenly remembered that the New- comers were entertaining a beautiful young lady as @ house guest. He saw Newcomer and his wife on the lawn, but the beautiful maiden was nowhere to be seen, Perhaps she was still in the house, overcome by smoke or trapped by the flames, Disqualified for war, Gus saw his chance to go “over the top.” Calling for a ladder, he helped place it against the side of the residence and began to ascend amid the shouts and applause of the onlookers, It was a daring act of heroism—that jone figure and lone helmet going “aver the top’ into no man’s land, as it were, and not even protected by a gas mask. With the true instinct of a fireman smashed the window, although the lower sash was raised, and disap. peared in a pall of smoke. The spectators held their breath while his comrades below held the ladder, One, two, three, four, five! Five awful minutes of suspense followed and the gleaming helmet of the gai- Jant Gus reappeared at the window, As he began to emerge a great shout went up from the spectators, who saw that he bore on one shoulder the fig- ure of @ woman in long draperies, They could not see her face, which was muffied, apparently to protect her from the dense smoke, When Gus came out upon the leds der his fellow firemen noticed that the bottom of the floating draperies of the young woman were ablaze, and at @ signal from the assistant fore- man, Pioneer Hose Company No. 2 played a stream of water upon her and her gallant rescuer, Slowly but surely and with a firm hold upon the form of the young woman Gus descended to the ground, As he carefully deposited the form of the fire victim upon the grass, he id: “I'm afraid she's fone, boys! By gosh, she's stiff a “Uncover her head and give her commanded the chief, As the command was obeyed Mre, Newcomer, who-hai made her way through the crowd, uttered @ scream of joy. “Thank heaven! Thank heaven!” sbe exclaimed, “he has saved Bedelia! , “Bedelia!” exclaimed the specta- tors, gazing upon the figure on the grass, which they now saw with hos. ror was headiess, ‘Yes, Bedelia,” declared Mrs, New. comer; “my new steel reversible dress form like Mrs, Doe's, which she named after her housemaid on ae count of the mental resemblance, “Oh, Gus!" she exclaimed, turning to the daring fireman, “You are a real hero!" PaaS a BA, THIS COULDN'T HAPPEN IN NEW YORK. Of European invention is a hem@ telephone with a push button in om, side with which telegraphing cam ne, tree reeetontnchestementens