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Prnss, otherwise credited {n this paper and al IS THERE A LIMIT? & by the War Department which declared that “in general, the accident of war and the process of demobilization are at an end.” Secretary Baker’s subsequent explanation of this statement with ® View to lessening its official weight does not change the obvious fact that the War Department considers demobilization practically complete. i Thus does the course of events cast a new high light on the Gmcongruity and hypocrisy of that monumental legislative perversion of national reason and purpose known as the War Time Prohibi- stion Act. » _ By its own specific wording the War Time Prohibition Act efines its purpose to be that “of conserving the man power of the Nation and to increase efficiency in the production of arms, muni- tions, ships, food and clothing for the Army and Navy.” War Time «Prohibition was to remain in effect: Until the conclusion of the present war and thereafter until the termination of demobilization, the date of which shall be determined and proclaimed by the President of the United States. If the War Time Prohibition Act had been passed when it was proposed, a year before the fighting ceased, there might have been some justification for it—though even then the necessity of it as an aid to winning the war was doubtful. As is well known, however, Congress did not pass this pretended ‘war measure until after the armistice last November, when all need of it, actual or imagined, was over and when the action of Congress satood ‘plainly revealed for what it was—a contemptible yielding to “the pressure of a Prohibition lobby for whose purposes the emergency 8 war had beer only a pretext for imposing the will of a bigoted minority upon the country. And even then War Time Prohibition was not to go into effect -antil seven months later or nearly eight months after hostilities had dt War Time Prohibition begun as a conservation policy eight months after the war was—for every professed intent and purpose “tf the War Time Prohibition Act—over! » Last May President Wilson tried to induce Congress to take at least o.¢ step in the direction of honesty and consistency by acting of an Aenratchee Vocal “news Susllated “berets TTENTION was called yesterday to a recent statement issucd| om the suggestion that demobilization had progressed “to such a “point that it seems entirely safe to remove the ban upon the manu- Yacture and sele of wines and beers, But no. Neither then nor since has Congress, in relation to this subject, heeded soumd or suggestion other than the warning Terack of the Prohibition whip. The Attorney General of the United States has ruled that the state of war will not officially end until the Peace Treaty has been ‘Watified, and that War Time Prohibition cannot end until after the formal “conclugion of the present war” whether the latter precedes or follows the “termination of demobilization.” On his return to the F Mnited States last June the President let it be understood that he | “Would be guided in his judgment as to the time for the proclatnation hhe is to make under the War Time Prohibition Act by the advice of the Attorney General. Earlier in the summer Federal Judge Chatfield, sitting in the 5 mang States District Court at New Haven, Conn., thus defined the “Seourt’s position: By bay. ‘ Discretion for the termination of this law (War Time Pro- hibition) has been vested in the President after certain fixed conditions shall have happened. Those conditions are within the power of Congress to describe and to define. It follows that the courts have no right to interfere with the exercise of this discretion by Congress or to attempt to say that different conditions shall have been imposed. Hence, thanks to a dishonest Congress and to the words in the Prohibition forces cleverly framed the War Time Prohibi- Act as distinguished from what the country was led to believe ‘the real, though belated, intent of the act, the people of the United States now find themselves nearly eleven months after there has EDITORI AL PAGE | WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 1, 1919 By J. HL. Casse Conran, Td, by Tn z Trew Cuban The Now York BE ening Worl) = xs By Marguerite Copyrient HE heart of a bachelor is const . day. Happy the marriage that teresting to the neighbors. When a man his wife protests— he A stoop-shouldered clerk into a fairy the bravest are the SLENDEREST. Between “passion” and “compas letters and an emotional world. temptation. When a man tells you the story to the human memory! stamped “welcome” when he comes Definition of a kiss; A flutter cold boiled potato. Whom the gods love die unwed, A. (Kap SoU ERVIN ‘Maxims of a_ Modern Maid. 1919, bY The Press Publishine Co. c will not be home nd insulted if she The true “white magic” of the world is moonlight, for it transforms princess and a Bronx flat into the Land of Hearts’ Desire, In these days of “reducing” by starvation and other forms of torture, Never marry a woman who jooks best in black—lead her not into interests of accuracy, as at least the eighth on his list. A long engagement is as comfortable as an old shoe to a man and as depressing as an old hat to a woman, A man reduces his wife to a doormat, then wonders why she is not * Mooers Marshall (The New York Bvenine World). tantly in the throes of love's “moving has no history—but frightfully unin- to dinner he feels irritated if doesn't. | prince, a freckled stenographer into a sion” there is the difference of three of his first love, consider her, in the There are limits home. of moth wings; a scarring flame; @ Who Wants to Be ** Capricious?” APRICIOUSNESS has been said to be particularly a feminine attribute. There is no doubt that little children by thejr v aries and petulances are endeared to us and tug the harder on our heartstrings. And it is erhaps because every woman js at heart still a little girl, with the little girl's tan- tallzing perverseness, that she loves to caper and tease, though now with the human heart instead of china doi thus unconsciously earning for her sex the reputation of being capricious. The word aprice’ comes from “capra,” the Latin for goat. For the sudden starts and freakish motiot which are characteristic of this ani- mal we have capriccio. For, watching ‘one of them caper about, you cannot fail to notice its unexpected eccentric leaps and jumps, now in one direction, now in another. illogical and aimless. And just such actions of mifid, such jumps and starts of mood, are ca- prices! Now, who wants to be capr' iclous? How It Started *|leave to the rather varying deductions By Hermine Neustadt! Why We Dream of Snakes. ELSH rarebits bring dreams, and almost as surely dreams bring snakes! From earliest childhood the nervous doze, the fevered imagination, the overtired siumber are inhabited by snakes and |other reptiles, hideous and horrible above any that bring terror to the [heart of African wilds to-day. They | slide and wind themselvés into attl- - tudes more terrifying than anything |tne dreamer, surely, has ever seen, jor, in waking hours, imagined. Why we dream at all we must of the presumptuous analysts who deive into the mysteries of the evolu- tion and the psychology of man, But to know why these dreams are ten- anted by creatures so foreign to us in our urban existence, wild things that we have never known. we need no erudition, They aro simp! brute in mat that were y a survival of the hey are the marks y impressed through the long en prehistoric man with his yveapons fought and sometimes conquered the boar, the lion and the leopard, but feared be- yond al, others the gliding, clinging, elusive reptile that fascinated, then killed, against which he was helpless, It is the mortal antipathy. The Life of Jeff Nutt Copyright, 1919, by The Preas Publishing Co. (The New York Byening World.) HEN we parted the other da: dear reader, I was standing on the bank of a river in the night tne all blacked up as a min- strel, Thad been ejected from the theatre and show because I had dis- played lemon proclivities as an end- man, ‘Having noticed the river in the moonlight, I had asked myself: “Why not wash this stuff off?” Do you re- member? That's good! Now let us proceed wtih the narrative! The aqua pura rippled at my feet. It seemed to echo my question and I know there could be but one answer. Gently I kneit by the stream, The moonlight, which shone down from the star-punctuated sky, lighted up the river so prettily I could see a dead horse being wafted down stream on the crest of the current, It was a soothing scene. to be war still saddled with War Time Prohibition. *. Munitiop and other war industries were long since demobilized, @amservation measures applying to food, etc., were long ago relaxed, fighters returned from overseas are back in civil life and the War Department holds “the accident of war” and also demobilization te be, for practical purposes, “at an end.” 4 Yet Congress compels the Nation to keep up the absurd pretense | pébat it is “conserving man power and increasing efficiency in the iy ion of arms, munitions, ships, food and clothing for the > Amy and Navy” by submitting to War Time Prohibition until the is tired of worrying the Peace Treaty! Is there any limit to what the country has to stand from ‘ess? ‘If there is, assuredly the Senatorial hold-w fie brazen hypocrisy of War Time P. ame passed it. | ean neem ee Letters From the People Daylight Saving, that We the Baitor of The Evening World Bia Shey even object to getting their Set wet? This is the age of investi- After noting the ease with which wations and it is respectfully sug- repealed the Daylight Sav- seated than an investigating commit- H) fag Law, one is inclined to agree ¢ the late P. T. Barnum, who in- | '°® 48 °Tanized to look into the mat- ter, One thing, however, is certain; that the American people like | ‘¢ de humbugged, That extre hour} T€ Majority want daylight saving and the majority usually got what #ecb day was a boon to most of us, simply because a few farmers| MY Want when they want it. ‘This is @ bad time for Congress to try d because the dew wet their dootsies, the benefits derived| 24 keep the American people in the dark. Yours very truly, daylight saving are arbitrarily FRED MERISH, hold-wp of the treaty and rohibition have both reached a 5a |p 1 washed and washed again, Two washes proved insufficient, as the black was terribly obstinate, So 1 kept on washing. After the eighth wash I decided to call it a day and get some rest, Locating a boxci turned in for the night and slept peacefully until a brakeman came in and told me my room was needed for some cows who were to be shipped. | I bowed and gracefully gave up my! room to the ladies, 1 possessed a small pocket mirror and a glance in this showed me I! was not yet the falr-skinned youth of yesteryear; so I went to the river iN land was on holiday in Glas- gow, On Sunday evening he wag walking along Argyll Street when he came upon a contingent of the Salvation Army, and a collection bag was thrust in front of his nose, He dropped a penny into it. ‘Turning up Queen Street, he en- countered another contingent of the Salvation Army, and again a smiling ss" held @ collection bag in front of him. “Na, na!" he said, “I gied a penny tae a squad o’ your folk roon’ the corner jist the noo,” “Really?” said the lass, “That was very good of you. But, then, you can’t do a good thing too often. And be- sides, you know, the Lord will repay you a hundredfold.” ' CANNY FINANCE, MAN from the north of Scot- Ibeam, gloriously free from the wor- Noted Writer and Comedian Tells How He Decided to Act in ** Girlie”? Shows again, Once more I washed and then came the turning point in my career, I dried my face on a copy of the Police Gazette I picked up near a log and later found 1 had | marred the shape of a beautiful member of The Bowery Burlesquers | who, in tights, embellished the front page of the publication. I was sorry. She seemed so well-built and lovely that it was a shame to black up her contour, But she gave me a happy thought. rom now on," I said to myself, “I'm going to act in shows where} they have chorus girls. If the girls want to kick me out the back door, | all right. Sweet pain!” ‘That was where my career turned. I was certain I was cut out for mu-| sical shows and right then and there I discardred Mansfield as my idol and substituted Frank Daniels who, in those days, was a noted man, For the past few years Daniels has been out of the public eye, I believ whe other day somebody told me he had become Secretary of the Navy, but I cannot swear it is true, To be absolutely frank with you, I didn't know. the Navy had a Secretary until T was told about Daniels, 1 thought it was run by the Prohibition Party, But, back to the original story! As I sat by the river a tramp camo! along and greeted me. “Howdy, hobo!” he said, I didn’t relish that. It seemed to me the party was getting a bit rough, or uncouth, at least. “I'm an actor,” I snapped, “Where you bound for?” “The next town,” random, I answered at reat! So am I. that’ Just forgit yer an actor an’ walkin’ the ties thing,” he said, ‘ll show you how to travel free gratis on the brake- beam." The railroad track was still loiter- ing near and on it reclined a freight train, My pew-found friend and I se- lected a very handsome box car and climbed under it onto the brake-beam, Soon the train started and we went with it, There we sat on the brake- ries of railroad fare, unionism, re- ligion and the booze question, yet at the same time copiously supplied with “Aweel,” said the cautious Scot, Is it possible that Pro- has made such an impres- 450 East 185th Stroct, New York City, fon om OUF rugged tillers of ihe soil | Sept. 2. “we'll jist walt till the first trans- activn's feenished before we start the second.”—London Tit-Bits, cinders and dust, I found that by clostng my teeth tightly I could keep the cinders out of my mouth, My Edited by Bide Dudley’ through the holes to combat the cin- ders, As we spe leaned toward me and shouted: I sneaked into a minstrel show to- night and saw part of it." “How was it?" 1 yelled, “Gee, it was painful!” “ Painful’ is corr t," I replied with fervor. (To Be Continued.) The Jarr Family + B Copyright, 1919, by The Prees Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) RS. JARR thought it an tll- M omen, although Mr. Jarr said it was only a coincidente—but Mr, Dinkston, Mrs, Jarr’s favorite erudite, though Qmpoverished poet, FTER seventy-seven years of a Successful life, forty of which she was the prime favorite in the art of song, Adelina Patti passed out, But in the passing she left a heri- tage of beautiful memories and an example of per- severance for the | striving young 2°* artist and the enee® = jayman as well that ought to prove valuable. As usual her family was poverty- | stricken, and a large family it was, and soon her wonderful talent made) her the bread winner of the family, | before she had entered her teens, At sixteen she was in grand opera. But it is not the career of the singer 80 much that to me is the big lesson of her life, but the woman herself, énd show she arrived at the age of seventy-seven, considering al) the | hardship which was hers, | And what was the secret of it all? =-this ability to live long—and hap- pily, It may be summed up in one word—activity, More and more every day I am finding instances I'ke this among rich | and poor alike, Being active is the one thing that has warded off the hand of death, I belleye, more than any other element, ‘The man who gets tired and lazy or for the reason that he has enough money quits the game of living—do- ing something—is usuaily the fellow who dies of “a complication of dis- eases.” Of course there is such a thing as overtaxing one's stfength by constant labor without relaxation, These ele- ments, of course, tear down faster friend, however, was short two front teeth and he bad to keap whistling CTTW hiram mes. than one builds, But ip the case of this great singer The Passing of Patti. By Sophie Irene Loeb Copyright, 1919, by ‘The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World.) Keeping Busy and Promoting Happiness Contribute | to Longevity who continued her work and,even ap- peared publicly to sing at the age of sixty five, the active life she led must have" brought her to the good old age rather than retarded her long life. And there is her sister artist, Sarah Bernhardt, dramatic queen. She has been through battles of physical pain. Yet, she has worked unceasingly and her life is one long record of enthusiasm, movement, life. Go into the country! The old woman who is in the fields, inter- ested in her garden patch; she is the one who lives the longest, and her sister who has relegated herself to the back parlor with the knitting needle has already advanced one foot to the grave. Another thing that promotes long life is the knowledge of giving hap- piness to others, It spurs one on to doing more because of the satisfac- tion that comes with the perform- ance. So when I hear of a great artist like Patti, or a great writer, or a great business man dying at an old age, I am confident that the two things that have contributed mostly to their longevity are the fundamen- tal factors—keeping busy and pro- moting happiness. A few days ago I spoke to a very old man, He is past three score years and ten and he ts still engaged in the business of building roads, For years he did the actual digging, and al- though now he is foreman he points with pride at the miles of road which he has helped to sake, He takes as active interest in the new methods ahd the progressive ways of paving as though he were just starting in the business, This man sald to me: “The fact that | have contributed to the making of these good roads and the great in- terest I have found in watching the progress of improved highways has kept me young. “People only get old when they 4 along my roommate|P0et or Paperhanger Alike Fall to the Siren Call of Mrs. Mudridge-Smi h philosopher and heavyweight cham pion of the English language, dropped In to tea that very evening, and Clara Mudridge-Smith had dropped in, alsy | unexpected. The house was all upset with the paperhanger putting the chrysan mum figure pattern paper on the par- Jor walls, with the little offset music room to match, It's alwaye called “the music room,” because it contains a davenport lounge where extra detached com- pany, not of sufficient importance to Bive up the best bedroom to, are put to slumber, and whereon their snores make the place melodious. The dining room, as you will see if you are invited to the Jarr domicile to dine, is to be finished in a light, snuff-brown, plain paper, with ston ciled decoration of dull terra-cotta beneath the plate rack, The paperhanger, Mr, Terence Rat- tian, was discoursing on tho state of trade in his line during these dave of industrial unrest, to the eager in- terest of the other afternoon caller, Mrs, Clara Mudridge-Smith, who al- ways told her friends she “Just loved the dear working people, because they were so useful ig the world, don't you know?" Mr, Rattigan also held the atten- tion of the maid of all work, Gertrude, who had already se led in her mind that a paperhanger would make a better husband than a fireman, be cause, while a fireman could only save your life, a paperhanger would bave one’s little home embellished go that {t would be the envy of the neighbor- hood. Besides, a paperhanger could strike for $12 @ day if he were only getting $8 and firemen are lucky to get a raise of $200 a year, “Oh, I do 80 love to see the deft way you use your strong, supple hands!" gushed Mrs, Mudridge- Smith. The artisan was using them both at this moment in sandpapering mus- tard off his plate with a half sand- wich, “Yep, lady,” replied Mr. Rattigan, “can trim more paper wit' me trim- commence continued. to live in the past,” he As long as they are abreast of the times and keep doing instead of droning, so long does the spirit of youth remain, And when old age comes you have the satisfaction y Roy L. McCardell min’ knife and @ straight edge than half these slobs kin with a patent trimmer, If you was to see somo of the wotk I s now that the Board of Health makes us scrape off all the old paper, it would git you to wonderin’ why more of them ama- teur and scab paperhangers ain't chased back fthto the Old Ladies’ Homes they come out of!" “How presting!" cried Mrs. Mud- ridge-Smith. “Ah, the skilled artisan at his re- fection!" murmured Mr. Michael Angelo Dinkston, who entered at this juncture. “What dignity hath labor!” he continued, as he absent-mindedly helped himself to the near-beer. “There is no field gf endeavor that does not inspire my keenest intro- spection, The bee at the honeycomb, the beaver at his task, the skilled artisan briskly plying his trade! How service cleverly done refutes the idle fulminations of thé sophists and the syndicalists!” Mrs, Jarr took this to mean that Mr. Dinkston thought tt would be as {well if the paperhanger got back to {his job and permitted the poet to make inroads on the refreshments lone. ‘And you are going to have the parlor finished for me to-day, aren't you?” she asked sweetly, “No, ma‘am, countin’ the time I took to come here from the shop, me cght hours are up,” said Mr, Rattl- gan, “You wouldn't want a job done non-union, would you, ma'am?” “I wouldn't care how it was done so it Were well done and quickly,” she replied, “I gotcha,” sald Mr, Rattigan, with his mouth full, “but I got some pride in my work, Overtime work I charges time and a half for, You don’t want to pay Ume and a@ half, ¢o you?" “It was these restrictions to free endeavor that marked the downfall ot the ancient guilds,” said Mr, Dink. ston, “But Poesy, gentle Poesy, and tb Arts have been untrammelled simce time began!" “And that reminds me, I must de going!” exclaimed Mrs, Clara Mud- ridge-Smith, consulting her diamonds studded wrist watch. "Goln' my way, lady?” asked the pierhanger, And ho hurriedly ghed his overalls and stood neatly clad ip a blue serge suit “Permit ie to be your cavalier,” said the gallant Dinkston, : ‘The insurgent wifo giggled, hi, pleased, and said: woh ‘ean both com Y 48 you insist!” ‘And 1 don't know ch one she'd have let see her home,” said Mrs, Jarr of knowing that you played your little part. ‘Truly, it is better to wear out than to rust out, when Mr. Jarr came home to hear the events of the day, “oniy just then her husband drove up for her in his tem chousaad a@utomobile,” hed