The evening world. Newspaper, September 23, 1919, Page 19

t ( Is Woman Degenerating? “LEARNED Professor” fecent! A miserable condition of the world. By Rev. Thomas B. Gregory 1 ” Copyrteht, 1910, by TH Press Publishing Co, (The Now York Rrening World) ly delivered himself of the doleful et” that women are “degenerating,” and that it is this very “degeneracy of the women folk” that is to blame for the present It is but charitable to hope, now that the Professor has got the wretched red lie out of his system, that he will rapidly improve not only in physical health but in the clarity and soundness of his mental vision. The world has always had its pessimists, who, with the ory, “Who will ‘phow us any good?’ have gone about snarling and whining like so many Jackals. According to the calamity howlers there is always something dreadful about to happen, but somehow spring and summer, seedtime and haryest, jog along after each other just as they have ever done When Macedonia crushed the Greek. ctvilization the pessimists of Athens predicted the collapse of all things, and when the Roman Empire “fell before the push of the Barbarians, the Jeremiahs of the Bternal City told everybody to prepare their wind ing-sheets, but after something more than two thousand years we find that we have a finer social order than was possessed by either Greek or Roman. Every retreat of the Good Cause ts im realty an e@vance, and out of every Dark Age there sooner or Inter flashes « cleaner, steadier Mght to * gttide the footsteps of the following generation. ‘The old order, the passing of which brings euch wafling emi Inmen- tation from the faithless and timid, goes to make room for sonrething bet- ter, and so the all-round life of man “widens with the process of the Suns.” Tt wilt be even eo with the cane of the women ‘The full emancipa- ton of woman will, in tts results, prove to be no exception to the general rule. Of course , there are irregularities, of course there are eflly women, ‘@nwomanly women—there always ha’ ve been and always will be—but the rank and file of women are sound to the core, and have tn no way de- parted from the beauty and glory of the true womanhood. When the Roman Empire succeeded the Republic many of the “wise men” ewore that their women were on the way to pardition. The changed social conditions, they claimed, meant the ruination of womanhood. But & tarned out to be a falee alarm. The same sorrowful slogan was raised when the factory system was bora along toward the middle of the eighteenth century, and now that ‘women have gone into industrialism and politics, and pretty nearly every- Cxing else that can be thought of, faint hearted prophets of evil are sure that they are going to the bow-wows in short order. Some of the “Professors” are telling us that women are rapidly los- fmg the beauty of form and feature that has heretofore characterized them, and will by-and-by be physically as coarse and ugly as the men; and some of the “psychologists” are broadly hinting that mentally the feminine portion of the community is experiencing the transformation that is sure to end in something monstrous. All of this is nothing more nor less than cowardly pesstmism. So Jong as the world stands there will be Man and Woman, the old FUNDAMENTAL CHARACTERISTICS, whole lot more of good then of evil. each preserving and each possessing a FFF The Housewife’s Scrapbook. RIED apples make an appetizing dish. To the fat in the pan add sugar and fry the apples in this. " Bome cooks prefer galt to sugar. ‘They fry the apples in hot fat and Just before serving addi the salt. you have oversaited the soup Grow in a fow alices of raw potatoes, ‘Thts will abworb the excess eat. Ro- move the potatoes before serving the soup. + A tasty eandwich for the schoo! @aneh dox is made of muts and can- ied ginger, Butter a slice of bread and eprinkle & well with the ginger mineed fine. Over this put another uttered alice of bread. Butter the upper side and cover with minced mute then place a third slice of but- @ered tread over this. You can make your own celery salt. Get 40 cents worth of celery seed and von ft through the meat chopper asing the finest cutter, Mix this ‘with ten times its bulk of table salt. Pot # tn a well corked bottle and it will keep nicety. ‘When the painters leave paint spots on your floor, make a paste of equal parts of soda and lime, moist- ened with a little water, Apply very thickly and leave tt twenty-four hours, then wash it off and the stain will be removed. Jam will be air tight tf yon cut @tece of tissue paper a little larger than the top of the glass, Draw these through a saucer of milk or white of ees and place them over the glasses while they are still wet. Press the "edges securely down over the outside of the glass, You can clean the old off paint. ing beautifully with a raw potato, Scrub it clean, dry it and cut it in half, Gently rub the cut surface over ‘the painting and as it becomes soiled slice it away. With a soft cloth wipe off the lather that forma in the proc- eas of cleansing, When you pot the ferns and other house plants, put an iron nail in with the soll, It will keep the leaves @ brilliant green color, Many homes still retain the old fashioned black marble clocks. These can be kept bright by rubbing with olive oil and then polishing with a clean chamois leather, Put a small bag of uns! cked lime inside the piano just underneath the cover and the wires will never rust The lime will absorb all moisture and erevent dampness If moths have infested the furniture during the vacation season apply benzing, Put this into the small sprinkling can used for the house- plants and sprinkle the furniture, Benzine will not stain the most deli- cate fabric and th or will not be Jasting. Further precaations can be taken by wiping the floors with water to which a little spirits of turpentine has been added. A housekeeping ‘expert advises that Diankets, draperies and fagt everything that has been stored ig moth-proof substances during the clothing, An summer, should be hung in ¢he open air for forty-eight hours before being | used to insure the destruction of any serms that may be contained in them. To clean a plaster cast rub it all over with 4 mixture of turpentine, ammonia and beeswax tn equal prop- portions. Remove this with a brash and wipe with a soft cloth and the cust wilt bo thoroughly cleansed. \ f YY % ee tVEN UP THEIR FLAT FINO ANOTHER. ‘The Even A WOR Korner.) Cousin Eleanor’s Klub Kolumn THE LEGEND OF LIVERPOOL. but @ wild waste of forests and moors where huge hairy mammoths and flerce sword-toothed Hons roamed, the 7 place now called Liverpool was only @ great basin of water surrounded by were inhabited by a moe of ugly sav: These Gielertians ate every part of the animals, except the foots, horns and Iver. The two former they did not eat because they could not, ‘Dut the Intter they reverently saved under the belief that if any one ate a the entire tribe, Tentians was a very baughty and ar- rogant person whoww name was Ghan- | ‘| tamdas, w ’ One day an he was feasting mer- rity with a number of hie subjects, « Mave passed by with a covered basket under hie arm, Ghantamdas stopped him, “What hast thou in basket?” he demanded, The slave ee- Two American Women Are Robbed of Rare Jewels in London—A Man Who Has Inherited an English Title and Some Price- less Sapphires Is Suspected of the Crime, Though One Woman Falls in Love With Him Copyright, 19%6, by ‘The Bobbs-Merrfil Co, SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. Waiting to be riven, home from the opera ino, dense fos. Kittie grew, on @ winit te London, Dears two men sirikes a match, bess her pardon cy sapphires have vanished. of his wife, who Bas gone to » suffraetie meeting. ‘about wager they have made, A moment la for the mistake he has made, ‘Meanwhile her father te at a muanger stops into ber disappears. Kittle. discovers sotura an ‘his Motel awaiting her and that CHAPTER IL E went out again to ¢he matn entrance and smoked him- self headachy, He hated London, He had always hated it in theory, now he hated ft in fact. He hated tea, but- tered muffins, marmalade, jam, toast, cricket, box hedges three hundred years old, ruins, the cheokless bag- gage system, and the wet blankets called newspapers, A taxicab drew up before the can- opy. He knew it was a taxicab be- cause he could hear the sound of the panting engine. The curb-end of the canopy was curtained by the abomi- nable fog. Mistily a forlorn figure emerged. The doorman started leiy surely toward this figure, Kilgrew pughed him aside violently, Molly, with her hat gone, her hat awry, her dress torn, her gloves ragged, her eyes puffed! He sprang toward her, filled with Borseker rage. Who had dared. “Give the man five pounds,” she whispored, “I promised it,” va Good heavens, Pay “Give It to him! do I look as if 1 were joking? him, pay bim!" AKilligrew counted out five sover- eigns, perhaps six, he was not sure. Dhe chauffeur swooped them up, and folly Killigrew.” . 6. “Not a word till I get to the rooms, Hurry! Daniel, if you say anything 1 shall fall down!” He led her to the lft, Curtous glances followed, but thése signified nothing. Ona night such as this was there Would be any number of acci- dents, Once in the living-room of the Waurious suite, Mrs, Killigrew stag- gered over to the divan and tumbled down upon it, She began to cry hys- tonjcally, “Molly, old girl! Molly!" ‘He put his arm ‘tenderly across her heaving shoulders and kneeled, His old girl! Love crowded out all other thoughts, Monéyamad he might be, but he ver forgot that. Molly had once fried is meat and peeled his pota- oes and darned his socks, “Molly, what has happened? Who 4M this? ‘Tell me, and I'll kill him!" “Dan, when they started up the street for the Prime Minister’s house I could not get out of the crowd. I was afraid to. It was so foggy you had to follow the torches. I did not know what they were about till the police rushed us, One grabbed moe, but I got away.” All tis between scbs. “Dan, I don't want to be a euffragette.” Sob, “I don’t want to vote.” Sob. And for the first time that night Killigrew smiled, “Where's Kitty?” He started to his feet. “She hasn't got back from the opera yet. She'll be the death of me, one of these fine 8. You know fier. Like as not stepped out of her cab to see what's going on, and has lost her- self.” “But the Crawfords were with her.” “Would that make any difference with Kitty ff she wanted to get out? I told her not to wear any jewels, but she wouldn't mind me. She never does, I haven't any authority except in my offices, You and Kitty.” «+ « “Don't scold!” “Ail right; I won't. same, you and the girl need che Killigrew did not smile. H the whole matter in a nutshell; his wife wanted something to do. And there ‘were thousands of others just like her. Man-like, he forgot that women need ed something more than money and attention from an army of servants. He had his offices, his stock-ticker, his warfare. Not because wanted to vote, but because wanted and needed something to do: mire the kindest man in the world, Dan, and I'm an old fool of a ‘woman Kitty burst into the room, star- eyed, pale, “Mother! She sped to her mother’s side. “Oh, I felt it in iy bones that something was going to happen!" “Thifk of it, Kitty mother, fighting with Oh, {t was frightful!” “Never mind, mumsy,” Kitty sooth- Bot, af the king.” dear; your a policeman! ed, She rang for the maid, a thing her father had not thought to do. And when her mother was snug in ‘hed, her head 4m cooling bandages, her face and hands bathed in refresh- ing cologne, Kitty returned to her fa- ther, “Dad, you mustn’t «ay a word to mother about it, but, I've been robbed.” “What™ “My necklace, And @ coum not identify the thief if he stood before me this very minute, The Interior laght was out of order. He entered, pretending he had made a mistake. He called me Bnid and told me to put up my collar; touched my neck with his hands, © was so astonished that I could not move. Finadly I maz. aged to explain that he had made mistake, He apologized and got out; and it ts quite evident that the neck- lace went with him." ‘Can't you remember the least thing about him?" “Nothing, absolutely nothing.” “Where were the Crawfords?” “I did not wait to eee them. My cab was ahead of theirs, What shall we do?” “Notify the police; its all we can do. They cost me an even ten thou- sand, Kitty, And I told you not to wear them on a night like this, I'm discouraged, TI want to get out of ted country. I'm heodooed.” walked the floor, “Dud"—with a bit of a smie—T know what the trouble is. You want to Zo home.” And that's the truth. ‘This i the first trip abroad Lever took with you and your mother, and it's going to be tho last, I can't ve out of my ele- ment, which is burry and bustle and getting things done quickly, I'm a fish out of water. I want to go home; I want to see the Giants wallop the Cubs, and 1 want my two weeks’ bass fishing. But I’ hang on till the end of June, as I promised. ‘Ten thousand én sapphires you coukin't match in a hundred years, and Molly coming in banged up like @ prize fighter! Some one at the door.” it_proved to be Crawfort. “Glad you got back safe,” he sald, ovedly, fad ber neckdace stolen,” replied Killigrow, briefly, “You don't mean to say”— Kitty recounted her amaring ad- venture, “And my wife's ruby is gone.” Crawford ade the disclosure simply, fe was a 4 i; he had learned futility sturea, of wasting imed Kitty. windows of the cab I stood outside, smoking to ass the time, Suddenly I heard Mrs, Crawford ery out, A hand had reached in from the off side, clutched the pendant, twisted it off, and was gone, All quicker than I can tet, it. I tried to give chase, but # was utter folly, 1 couldn't see anything two feet nway. Mrs. Crawford is @ bit knocked up over it, Rather sinister stone, If its history is a true one—the Nana Sahtb's ruby, you know, ‘For the jowel itself 1 don't care, I never Uke to seo her wear It.” Kiligrew threw up his hands, “And this is the London you've been brag- king “bout to ma! How much was the ruby worth?’ “Don't know: nobody does, It's one of those jowels you can't set @ 4 ¢ that's the shame of {t. Think of the infernal cleverness of the man! Two or three bundred vehicles etalied in the street, fog so thick you couldn't see your hand before your face, Sim- ple game for a man with ready wit. And the police busy at the two ends of the block, trying to straighten out the tangle. Mrs. Crawford says that the hand was white, slender and well kept. It came in swiftly and accur- ately. The man had been watching and waiting.” “He must have come directly from your carriage to mine,” said Kitty. “I am heart-broken.” “One of the tricks of fate. Glad you got back all right. We were mightily worried. Come over across the hall at 9 to-morrow, all of you, for break- fast. Don't fuss up. And we'll talk over the affair and plan what's to be done. Good night.” “I Iike that ” dectared Killigrew emphatically. “He's the real article. American to the back- bone; « millionaire who doesn’t splurge. Well,” sighting regretfully, “he was born to ft, and I had to dig for mine. But I can’t get ft through my head why he wants to excavate mummies when he could dig up po- tatoes with some profit.” “Dad, find me an earl ore duke Mtke Mr, Crawford, and I'll marry him Just as fast as you like.” Bhe kissed him and went into her bedroom, Kind-hearted, impulsive old dad! In a week's time he would forget all about this heart-to-heart talk, and shoo away every male who hadn't @ title or # million, or who wasn't due to fall heir to one or the other, Novertheless, she had long #ince made up her mfnd to build her own romance, That was her right, and she did not propose to surrender it to anybody, Her weary head. on the pillow, she thought of the voices in the fog. “A wager’s a wager.” Breakfast tn Crawford's sulte the next morning was merry enough. Mis- fortune was turned into fest. At least, they made a fine show of it; which is characteristic of people who bow to the inevitable whenever confronted by it. Crawford was passing his cigara, when a page was announced. The boy entered briskly, carrying a tray upon which reposéd @ ginal! pack: “By special messenger, sir, It was thought you might be liking to have tt at once, sir.” ‘The page pocketed the shilling politely and departed. By and by Crawford came over quietly and laid something on the table before his wife's plate It was the Nana Sahib's ruby, #o- called. — a CHAPTER IL HAT same morning, at ef precisely ¢when an insolent west wind eprang up and tore the fog into ribbons and finally blew it into mithereens, channelward) there stood before the windows of a famous rve and man, twenty-four years of age, typ! cally English, beardiess, hatr eltpped neatly abvut his neck and temples, his skin fresh colored, his body care- fully, but thriftily clothed, Smooth- skinned be was wbout the eyes and nose and mouth, unmarked by dissl- pation; and he stood straight; and by the set of his ehoulders (not particu- larly deep or wide) you would tnfer that when he looked at you he would look straight. Pity, isn't it, that you never really can tell what a man is inside by drawing up your brief from what he is outside, ; Of course you wish to know forth- with who returned the ruby, and why. As our statesmen say, regard- ing any important measure for pub- ic welfare, the time is not yet ripe, r Besides, the young man I am describ= ing had never heard of the Nana Sahib's ruby, unless vaguely in some Sepoy Mutiny tale, His expresdion wt this moment was rather mournful. He was regretting vhe thirty shillings the week he had for several years drawn regularly in this shop. (Inside there he had intro- duced the raglan shirt, the Duke of Westininster four-in-hand, and the Churehil! batwing collar, ‘He tonged to enter and plead for retstatement, but his new-found pride refused to budge his legs doorward, Thirty phillings, twelve for his “third fo vr back,” and the rest for clothes and books and simple amusements, What a whirl he bad beon tn, this past fortnight! He pulled at tis chin, @hook Mts head and turned away. No, He #im- ply could not do it. What! suffer himself to be laughed at behind this back? Lmpossibie, a thousand times no! At the first newsstand he bought two or three morning papers and con- tinued on to his lodgings, ‘He must leave England at once, Dut the ques- tion was—H It was a co: fortable room, as “third floor backs” go. He read the “want” advertisements carefully, and at length paused at @ paragraph which seemed to sult his perfectly. “Cab: r White Line—New Yo 4 Liverpool.” He cut out the elip folded it and stored it awe reded to pack up his belongings, not @ very laborious affatr, Manuscripts, ‘He riffled the pages ruefully. Sonnets und chant royals and epics, fine and tofty in split; so fine indeed that they easily sifted through ¢ editorial oltice in Lon- don, ‘Thore was even @ bulky ro- mance, He had read go much about the enormous royalties which Amer- fean authors received for their work, and English authors who were popu- lar on the other wide, that his ambl- tion had been frantically stirred, The fortunes such men us Maun. dering and Hiffle and Drool made! And all he had accomplished so far had been the earnest support of the postal service. War back at the begin- xs he hed heen unfortunate enou: a sonnet for ten shillings. You ell your first sonnet, you ell Alack! win your first hand at cards, and then the passion has you. ‘ Poetry was 4 drug on the market. Nobody read it (or wrote it) these days, and any one who attempted to sell it was clearly mad. Ob, a jingle for Punch might Dass, you know; some- thing clever, with a snapper to it But epic poetry? Sonnets? America. He would go to the land of the brave (when occasion de manded) and the free (if you were Imaginative), Having packed his trun: and vatise he departed for Li Resides, America was all that was Jott; Was at the end of bia rv What a rollicking old fra life was! Bwung out of his peaceful or- bit, by the legerdemain of death: no longer a humble steady star but @ meteor; bumping as yet darkly against the planets; and then this monumental folly which had re- turned him to the old orbit but still tn meteoric form, without peace or means of livelihood! An aaa, indeed, it ever there was one, Ho eventually arrived at his des- timation, Hed Diithely to the chief steward, and was assigned te the first-class cabins on the promenade deck, simply because his manner was engaging and his face pleasing to the eye The sea? He had never been on ft but once, and then only in @ rowboat. A good sailor? Perhaps. Chicken and barley broths at el the captain's table in the dint lcon, breakfast, luncheon and dinner; cabin housekeeper and luggage man at the ports; and always a natty, stiffly starched jacket with a metal number; and “Yes, sir!” and “No, sirt” and “Thank you, sirf his off- cial vocabulary, Fine job for a poet! It was all tn the game he was going to play with fate. A chap who could sell flamingo ties to gentlemen with jo noses and g@hirts with at- d cuffs to coal porters ought not tv worry over such a simple employ- ment a# cabin steward on board an ocean Iner. Farly the next morning they left port, with only a few first-class pas- nengers, The heavy travel was com- mz from the west, not going that way. Tho series of cabing under Bis stewardship were vacant, Beautiful weather, a mild south- west blow, with a moderate beam- sea; only the deck would come up smack against the soles of his boots in a most unexpected and aggravat- ing manner. ‘Toward his fellow stewards he was friendly without being companion~ able; and as they were of a decent sort, they let him go his way Severa} times during the yoyage he opened his trunk and took out the manusertpts, Hang it, they weren't fo dally bad If he could atin re- read them, after an hour or two with Henley, there must be some merit to them. One afternoon he eat alone on the edge of his bunk. ‘The sun was pour- ing into the porthole; intermittently it flashed cabin and locked the door. ning World's Kiddie Klub Korner © Conducted by Eleanor Schorer ; Coprright, 1919, by The Preee Publishing Qo. (The New York Evening World), 4 D PUZZLE. By Beatrice Mc (The answer to this puzsle will appear in Thursday's Kiddie Klub Long, long ago, when England was |Thothor. They will be thrown into pooldwelis the great deity whom we ~ | creed that the liver of the animal ere- ages and the piace was known @8) ation shall be eaten by him only, Sislentis, " ' it is for this reason that we or ‘Liver! but he was dear to thelr liver @ terrible calamity would befail |™unched it with gusto. ‘The Grand Commander of the Sts rs plied that it contained the livers “T| vere: account of the last dream that they, can remember and those who are too of their knowledge original, must ac~ company cach composition. AGE, ADDRISS and CPRTINCAT! NUMBER, Address Cousin Eleanor, Evening World Kiddie Klub, No. 63 Park Row, — New York City, " over him,’ Suddenly and | alertly he got up, looked out, listened | intently, then stepped back’ int the | (To Be Continued.) “4 Dowall. 6 is @ girl's name 7 ls a boy's name, : § is the name of a fruft. ¢ i am taking them to the temple of the pool by the priesta” “Why?” shouted Ghantamdas, Just then the High Priest of the ‘omple of Thothor entered the cave. “Knowest not thou that within the worship as Thothor? He has @e- and the \ water-filled basin the ‘Pool oft Ghantamdas turned to the slave said: “L scott at suck » dei those around begged him to re, Ne snatched from «the gave and, seizl te blue sky a with ‘Thothor the cowering hurled him into the @ tamdas ahd Seine Yoem Siencpsereas aoe “4 - he water, parted and dry Jand, Gone was now the people of Simentis, the place re~ taining only its neme, which it bears — to this day—lAve: i. By TRA DINSHLAT GHAD= TALI, aged fourteen, Hillsdale, N. J. WHY WE GO TO SCHOOL, September as a rule All little yo <= Bome some Bivery litte lassie and }ad. But to school we must go F And our lessons we toust knew, | Every day in every week Because ive Roowieee we do seeks By IRENE WHELAN, aged twelve, Grantwood, N. J. AUGUST CONTEST AWARD ' WINNER, . How | Spent My Vecation, ez ; By HARRY SINGER, aged fifteeny Brooklyn, N. Y, SEPTEMBER WRITING CONTEST, PRIZE of four Thrift Stamps (the equivalent of $1) will be awarded each of the eleve' Kidde Klub members, aged five to fifteen inclusive, who writes thé best and truest account of a dream ta his or her age class, Each will write a true ahd full little to write their dreams may teil them to their mammas, who will cer tainly be happy to write them oat for their own little kiddies, A certificate from the parént or guardian of the contestant, that the composition is to the bent , Evsays must not exceed 150 words, Contestants must state N, HOW TO JOIN THE KLUB AND OBTAIN YOUR PIN. them “to, Evening World Ki No. 63 Park Row, City, with a nots Jou ‘mus! ‘your “Klub Pin” AGe AND ADORESS, ‘All children up to, sixteen years necome members ach member '- ee : certifical } 523 COUPON NO. 10,