The evening world. Newspaper, October 8, 1919, Page 30

Even VOLUME 60... .sseevcceeeccerecescceeseesesse NO, 21,233 ! THE STRIKE PROMOTER. HERR is one contributing cause of strikes that has had too T little attention. We trust it will crop up conspicuously in the deliberations of the Industrial Conference now in session It is all very well, in commenting on the settlement of @ strike like that of the British railway workers, which cost a quarter of s billion dollars, to point out that this enormous loss could perfectly ‘ well have been saved by arriving at the final compromise before in- oe bitead of after the wheels stopped turning. weho But has it-ever been made quite clear enough how many exceed- vt ingly active, sharp-witted individuals—professional agitators, organ- » fvers and strike leaders—are constantly at work wherever rupture threatens between employers and workers to make certain that there ‘emg Shall be no settlement WITHOUT a strike? oe Has due weight been given to the strongly disruptive influence | exerted by hundreds of powerfully persuasive and resourceful men ’ chose own personal prestige—and pay—depend upon their success in ‘bopersnading workers to strike and in assuming the leadership and | ja direction of the strike after it becomes a fact? {These men take good care never to call the attention of labor to ywhat has been accomplished by means SHORT of a strike toward assuring labor its due. They will, of course, loudly proclaim that : fe, the British railway employees would never have got what they are now promised unless they had struck, Leaders who look to strikes to add to their personal profit and power are not keen for compro- Be emives that avert strikes, og ‘The professional strike organizer is busy long before the public Sooldhears anytHing about him. When the strike is declared the public as the main facts, hears the prepared statements of the two sides a and gets ready to bear, as usual, the inconvenience and the losses. ss But nobody has ever yet scrutinized closely enough in the public rligoterest the forces. that have been earlier at work fomenting the 3 trouble. The public has never yet demanded an exhaustive inquiry i" pinto’ the activities of men whose whole cats@Pds Sontiiraad effort not “eh PREVENT but to PRECIPITATE strikes. BS Beyond doubt organized labor owes much to organizers who, in the past, have honestly and valiantly led it in great contests where |. atin gune | 88 Yonly by filghtMyrepeta it hope to win that te which it was entitled. me On the other hand, has organised ‘labor éverteckoned up the : losses, the disappointments, the needless odium brought’ Wpon it by _ seeeprofessional “leaders” who have exploited its aims and-its struggles Mor their own private purposee—and pockets? § . Labor has of late made vast strides in gaining a position where “recourse to strikes. Capital no longer dares to defy either labor or "Phe public, Labor has lees and less need of the professional “strike "mo promoter.” That the steadier, soberer element of organized labor in the States begins to recognize this is evident. One does not have search dutside the American Federation of Labor itself for con- Meili ation: of the kind of leedership that forced the steel strike as a means of strengthening its radical grip on the Federation. Organ- ized labor’has its eyes wide open to the issue between the leadership i weet » Gompers on the one hand and the leadership of a Foster or a 7a on the other. : Only few woeks ago a patriotic group of members of the ‘American Federation of Labor in this State followed its unsuccessful SM propocal for a six months’ suspension of strikes with a demand addressed to the President and the Executive Council of the Federa- ®t tion calling for reforms which included the following: Bes No salary to be paid to any local labor union official + during the pendency of a strike by his union. v. Here—from WITHIN the ranks of organized labor—ie plain “recognition of the fact that too many labor union officials are per- lly. interested far more in the PROMOTION than in the PRE- af AVENTION of strikes. a If the professional strike promoter has aroused the mistrust and emdemnation of patriotic workingmen, assuredly he deserves tenfold stronger condemnation from the public that has to pay the heaviest sgh of the costs his trouble making piles up. The Industrial Conference should make a searching investiga- tion of him as pernicious originator and aggravator of industrial conflict. ae tn 0 a nanan eames “= Letters From the People ¥ In Reply to a Lett employs a force of experts work- (he Faitor of The Evening World: m. to remedy this evil. I receive & Many letters have been published |Christmas bonus, an extra bonus Tate relating to the hard-worked |©¥ery three months to meet the H. C. of L. and a regular annual raise, W. @lerk. All denounce thelr eM-|recelve our dinner &ratis; we O ers as unfair. J. F.'s letter in| pished an. education in E: : People’s Column needs an as banking; we have a club, er. How long, J. F., do you in-|sa ings fund and even are furnished as to work for $14 a week? Howj|witn pleagure. Dances in the bank keng, J. F., are you going to wait for rest of us to start something? I ould like J. F. to know that th ccrridora, entertainments and din- miown banks employ the larger ters help to keep us together. A li- brary furnishes us with all of the re- of New York City's bank clerks. ald like him to rap that these ‘ons ovnt financial works that are of value tp ws. These conditions exist Fractically all of the downtown in- can be sure of a hearing and a fair settlement of its claims without | ¢ in! - ay Teses The Offi , By Bide ce Force Dudley Copyright, 1919, by The Press| Publishing Co. (The New York Evening Worl.) Bobbie Has to Admit to the Boss That He Cannot Make Miss Primm Mad * 66] GEE by this newspaper,” said Popple, the Shipping Clerk, as he tossed a copy of the Daily Bugle aside, “that an Indian~ apolis man sneezed so hard he broke @ rib.” “You moan one of his own ribs? asked Bobbie, the Office Boy, inno- cently. “Of course! Whose rib but his own could he have broken?” ‘“{ dunno—l wasn't there.” Miss Primm, Private Secretary to the Boss, ewung around in her chair and gave Bobbie a hard look, “Bobbie,” she said, “you're an idiot. You appear to have fixed up some sort of & scheme to make Mr. Popple boy, grinning. , Bloomingdale for Bobbie, “That boy is crazy,” she said. “He ought to be in an asylum, And you, Mr. Popple, are partly to blame. You shouldn't mention such things as ribs around here. To some pe ple ribs are an unpleasant subject.” “They are to me,” said Bobbie. “Why?” asked Miss Tillie, Blonde Stenvgrapher, “The first woman was made of @ rib, That's reason enough.” “Listen at him!" said Popple. “As if he wasn't a nut about the girls Last night 1 saw him walking along the avenue with one on cach arm,’ “You were alone, eh?” asked Bob! ‘Well, no, I bad a lady with m “[ thought it was Miss Prim “Who's a Lady!” “What do you mean to insinuate?” demanded the Private Secretary “Phat ['m not a lady? Answer mo, you little whippersnapper. “Not that,” said Bobbie. “Well, what, then?” “{ just meant to insinuate that | thought I recognized you. I got a glimpse of you just as you and Pop- y went in the gallery door of the tar Theatre.” “Oh, Gee! Baw the show from heaven, eh?" chuckled Miss Tillie. “Ahem! We saw a show last night, the eg but we Saw it from good seats,” said Poppie. “By the way, I wonder if it's going to rain to-day.” “Vd hate to get wet on my way home,” said Miss Primm. “if it starts to rain why not duck into the gallery entrance of a”—— Bobbie was saying. “Stop right where you are!” snapped Miss Primm, “If I knew hoy to handle a revolver I belleye I'd oe you.” woeetake it @ shooting gallery next time!” ow, now!" came from Spooner, *litutions, Will these clerks organ- ive? Figure it out, J. F., whether you should wait or whether you will get out.and do something for yourself” J. “BANK CLERK,” Oot, 1, 1919 the mild little bookkeeper. “Let's bc pleasant thie morning, Aren't we one big family here?” “Sure!” said Miss Tillie, “And did you ever hear of a family getting along in @ friendly manner?” . chirped Bobbte. “As bbie, | ‘Where do ttn, live?” asked Mi Tillie, “On the block bounded by Maple, ‘een, Holly and itosewood Ave- A Happy Family. “Why, that’s Elmhurst Cemetery,” said Miss Primm, “That's why they get along so well,” I Was saying,” said Spooner, “we ought to be pleagant. A smile arives away trouble.” “But a grin brings it on," said Bob bie, “Watch when I grin at M Primm.” reek if you don’t top insulting mel ail tell Mr, Snooks,” snapped Miss Primm, “He'll urge you.” Mr, Snooks, the boss, entered at that point, He was in a bad bume “How do you do, Mr, Snooks?” said Miss Primm very sweetly, The boss regarded her a moment. “Don't want to hurt your feelings, Miss Primm,” he said, tbut why don't you get mad once in a while? You're #0 blamed sweet all the time! I be- Neve a change would be good for you.” Here he turned to the boy. “Bobbie,” he said, “ret Miss Vrimm mad some day. I think it would do her good,” Bobbie shook his head solemnty. “T'm afraid I can't, Mr, Snooks,” he said, as the boss entcred his private office, FAMOUS. | WOMEN Paula. 'T has been +.id by a cynic that never can woman be the friend of woman, But she can be the friend of man, and absolutely dissociatea from sex affinity, Paula, noble Roman lady, wag the devoted life friend and helper of the great Jerome-—Saint Je- ere, She was descended from the Scipios and the Gracchi, She was born A, D. 347 at Rome, Married at seventeen to Textius, she lived tn splendor on Mount Aventine, Upon her conversion to Christianity she gave half her fortune to the poor and began the ascetic life, She came un- der the influence of the great Jerome, and the intwrcourse of these (wo min was continued when Jerome went to the East to live in a cave at Bethie- SS | EDITORIAL PAGE WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1919) by (Th TFN WTA aeRO a wae A rr Ree pialtingon, | York Brening TRaDE UNFOMS IX They By Roy L. EY 210 ).Fas Cassel Jarr Family McCardell Coprright, 184 by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Rrening World.) 8 nnn nnn nnn nen nnn Ann ARnnenrtn Mr. Dinkston’ Is Moved to Tears, but Mrs. Jarr Hasn’t Decided Whether He Deserves to Be Pitied OW, don't be rude to Mr. Dinkston, my dears,” Mrs, Jarr remarked sweetly to the children, noting father had brought the poet home to dinner, “Remember, ho is @ friend of your papa.” Mr. Jarr did not deny the charge. What would have been the use? Mirs, Jarr always claimed kinship~to the ¢ 66 | best on both sides of the family and monopolized all friendships swith the more presentable and prosperous of thelr acquaintances, Mr. Dinkston, alas, was neither very presentable nor prosperous, The children saw the one circumstance and sensed the other, Children and dogs are great snobs. They have no use for persons of dingy appearance. Master Jarr and Mjss Jarr eyed tho guest gomewhat askance and evinced no enthusiasm for his company. “Will you have your coffee witn your dinner, Mr. Dinkston?” asked Mrs, Jarr, “Mr, Jarr is old-fashioned snd has his coffee served at the he- sinning of the meal.” Strategy to the Fore. Now Mr, Dinkston, who had re- newed an old acquaintance with the sarrs and had invited himself, so far as this particular occasion was con- verned, to dine, had been wondering sust how he could best use the pres- at relations, That is, he was considering whether ae should invite himself to dine ever and anon by keeping on the good side of his hostess, or borrow money irom Mr. Jarr, as'an understood re- ‘ease, and make this, his first visit io @ long time, his last, “Um—er, I crave your pardon?” asked Mr. Dinkston, rousing up. “I was asking you if you would have your coffee now; and I think, papa"——~this to Mr. Jarr—"you had better turn on the light; It gets dark so eany this time of year,” Mr, Dinkston, who had a lange and extremely red nose, had been sitting it the table from thé time the childre: had entered the room till now in musing attitude, with his thumb and finger near to the vivid nasal orgay. “Mamma!” cried the little girl suddenly, “why doesn’t the gentle- man eat his tomato instead of amell- ing itv Mr. Warr choked off a laugh by coughing and turned on the light. Mr. Dinkston took his finger from h's nose hastily, The children, seeing 1! am, and to put forth los mighiy lt erary works, Paula with her friends followed his footsteps, bullt a convent near the cave, and ministered to the faint amid his stupendous aecompilsh ments. She died in her convent; her eyes were closed by Saint Jerome, The poor of Palestine rose up to call her blessed, ii iMG i ees was a nose and not a tomato, gig- wied and kicked each other under the table in their childish glee. “No coffee, er—er, thank you!” muttered Mr, Dinkston. “Just water, plain water, or Censured ° “Water?” asked Mr. Jarr in sur- prise, “I don't wonder at your asking me jthat,” said Mr, Dinkston, “There is |4 prevalence of typhoid, and in water ot the clearest crystal’ the deadilest germs may lurk. But I find that @ little—ahem!—a little of spirits— ahem!—in the water will—Yes, thank you. No, I can help myselft. Aged in the Wood, For despite all Mrs. Jarr had been able to do by way of adverse frowns, Mr, Jarr had brought out one of the surviving “for family medicinal pur- Poses only” bottles of the now pro- hibited essence of old Kentucky, Mr. Dinkston took the bottle Mr, Jarr passed from the sideboard and killed Feds A] t might lurk in a tablespoonful of water by @ gen- erous slug of the old stuff, “No, 1 will help myself,” added Mr. Dinkston as Mrs, Jarr reached out for the bottle. “I really must not be any trouble to you. You can leave the bottle here. I insist upon being treated as one of the family, you know.” But Mrs, Jarr did not treat him as one of the family. She neither gave him cutting word nor baleful look. “Yea, children, the tleman is not well,” ehe remarked Cher offspring, as though to salve her conscience at having the supposedly banished Bar- leycorn at the family table. “Will you have your meat rare or weil done, Mr, Dinkstor?” she added coldly to the unwelcome guest, “It really doesn't matter, my dear Mrs. Jarr,” replied the guest. “I am not @ hearty eater.” Very Little Appetite, He wasn't either. He was a hearty irinker, “I'm sorry I'm, slow serving,” sald Mrs. Jarr, “but Mr. Jarr will not carve.” And here she signalled Mr. Jarr to put away the bottle. “Ah, if I had some fair woman to grace my beard!” moaned Mr, Dinks- ton, as he helped himself again to the germ Killer and the water—but not too much water. “Ah, yes, had I but a fair woman to grace my board!" Mr, Sarr was about to suggest that this would be about all that would grace the board of Dinkston. But, tut, ‘ut! Dinkston was a guest. “{ often wonder why you never mea cied,” said Mrs, Jarr coldly, “Ah, it's @ sad story,” said Mr, Dinkston, A “Emma, keep quiet at the table!” erlod Mrs. Jarr, menacing the little girl; “and you too, Willie! But she spoke too late, in a childish passage at arms @ plate was accidentally pushed against the bottle of germ- killer, it toppled to the floor and smashed. Mr. Dinkston burst into tears—and to this day Mrs. Jarr doesn't know whether that poet and philosopher is @ man of sentiment or simply & sot, va By Marguerite Fables for the Fair Mooers Marshall Coprright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New Turk Evening World.) The Fable of the Ungrateful Husband—Moral: “Mother”? the Man You Love, but Don't SMOTHER Him ERHAPS it was not her fault With @ superwomanly eyo. That she believed implicitly all the matrimonial dopesters Who gay the best of husbands fs only a little CHILD, To be petted, spoon-fed, waited on and watched She was ecarcely home from her wedding journey When she began to ask her husband every night what he had eaten for lunch, And to tell him what he SHOULD eat, And how much more intellectual he dour, would look with his hair cut pompa- And that tennis would “keep his figure” better than golf, And that if he parked an umbrella at the office, As well as at home, She fussed about the number of his And June bugs. That his preferences in literature wi And in music, TRAGIC! She was the censor of his pli The guardian ‘of his health, sures, And she treated all his little habits And she a war board. He was compelled not only to “keep tions; While, to rub it in, she spoke of him Before her women friends and other He seemed to be thoroughly house-b: And harness-broken, And spirit-broken, Until the day he FLED. ‘Under a cone of “motherliness.” Even now she ‘t understand, And talks of “man’s treachery” and Her husband never would have run Self-determination! ray .. Coprright, 1919, by The Press Publisht Tamed a YU look out of sorts ) this’ morning,” said Newcomer to Doc, as the 7.55 bowled along toward the city and Doc, ignoring the “bunch,” gazed out the window contemplating the misty weather and apparently wondering if St. Swithin had a twin brother. “The Neversink Yacht Club must have bad another night cruise?” “No,” replied Doc, “I'm wondering what is going to become of us poor, down-trodden landlords.” Doc, by the way, has for years been gathering in desirable portions of the “e rised if some day there should Be a Doe's Addition to, Paradise,” a community all by itself with Doc as supreme potentate—a sort of a And read him horrible tales of what nicotine does to cats ‘The kind yet firm nipper-in-thebud o: After the divorce he married a kittenish blonde, Who spent all his money but left him that mind of his own ‘Which his first wife for five years had tried to etherize How a Paradise Commuter His virgin Panama would last two seasons. cigars, (He argued he was neither, but she said the principle was the samé). She explained to him that his summer underwear was too heavy, ‘That his favorite color jn ties was too passionate, ere crude, f his ideas, and prejudices As if they were non-essential industries his religion in his wife's name,” But his fads, sports, magazines, shows, vendettas, telephone calls, ambt as “the LAMB” men, roken, “ingratitude.” away If she had allowed him that measure of freedom For which ever} little old pint-cup nation is asking— ea Tee , y Life of a Commuter By Rube Towner ing Co, (The New York Evening World.) Landlord | Department came up and decided that the escapes on the building were an- tiquated and would have to be re« placed with mpdern now ones. “I con provements you are making, Hardguy at his frst meeting with the landlord after the new escapes in précess of construction. “It bad that all landlords aren’t ag pubs | lic-spirited as you are." What the Jandiord said to Hardguy could only be printed for American readers in a foreign language. No Rest for the Landlord, A little later the landlord was no- tifled that the laths in his apartment “ house did not comply with the build. n Paradise landscape with all mosgen| ng law and the building had to be j ; ; stered, property that his friends would no! ‘ardguy continued to greet his Progressive landlord with a smile and a cheery word and the landlord continued to give an Imitation of @ Neer ee oetne aedias wild-eyed Schator denouncing the . weague of Nations. We Should Worry eeetd Maw| And so the Improvements went on ae “It T_owned ‘as many houses | Until the building became the envy as you do I'd be over on the Mediter- ranean on my yacht right now,’ Safety First. always thinking about said Newcomer, Then to Doe: idn't you raise all your rents this year?” . “Ev thing I know of has been of neighboring 'andlords and tenants, There came a day when Hardguy greeted his landlord and began to compliment him on the way fe was beautifying t building, but the landlord, inst: of fiving into a rage, also smiled; in fact he laughed —a loud, raucous horse laugh—and exclaimed: raised,” said Doe; “the only thing 1] | “Ive got you beat! I've got you trouble in raising now 1s| beat!” Racerttaa don't realize how hard| “Why, you little shrimp!" ex~ it is for a man to be a landlord these | claimed Hardguy, “I've only begua blic-spirited citizen at | on, yeu, gaye and a puplicrrtpought Thad}, “tye sot you beat! Tye got you everything fixed for the winter; thar|hent!” repeated the little landlord. all my tenants, were happy, and now I've got to go and spend a lot of money fixing up the villa where Hardguy lives. He wants new paper, the floors repolished, the furnace overhauled, the house repainted and about half a dozen other things, I had an audience the other day with a painter and decorator, a plumber and a hardware man and when I got through I figured I could get the place fixed up for about what it's worth.” “Why it's an outrage! A regular hold-up highway robbery!" declared the ‘bunch.’ “T wouldn't do it,” .gaid Mawrus: “Oh, yes you would,” replied Doc; “if you knew Hardguy as well as I do you'd do anything he asked “You can't de anything more to me! T've got you beat at last!" “How have you got me_ beat? asked Hardeny, realizing that somes thing unusual had happened, The Jandiord jumped up and down and clapped his hands.” Then he yelled: 1 went into bankruptcy yesters fay!" y | TO-DAY’S [ANNIVERSARY Henry Fielding. you to do. I knew him when 1 great novelist is the great he lved in the city where the benefactor, And why? He Landlords’ Protective Association used to eat out of his hand. From Doc's story, Jt appears that Hardguy had the most unreasonable and heartless landlord in the city; the apartment Hardguy rented was in a@ dilapidated state, but it was in a fine location and was the only one holds up to humanity the mir- ror recording the outcome of vice and virtue, To-day is the anniversary of Henry Vielding’s death, in 1754. Poet, dramatist, novelist, he was only forty-seven when he dled in Lisbon, there that could be had at that time.|far from his Mnglish home, And he ‘After moving in, Hardguy, who has|had produced “Yom Jonvs," “Amelia,” a low perguasive voice and is extreme-|"Jonathan Wild,” “Joseph Andrews," ly ok ‘gave the landlord a list of |besides « host of other lesser stars, A repairs he desired and which the land- lord had previously refused to make. “Oh, Very Well!” merry gentleman, he used to say in the years poverty when invited nd's house, or emptying his "I forget my woes over a The landlord indignantly refused ty and a flask of chime this time, and Hardguy with his His humor never failed in sweetest smile said, “Oh, very well,"|the midst of family and” financial Two days later the Board of Health|troubles. He drew the broad human notified the landlord that the plumb-{picture of life. ‘Tom Jones,” the ing in his apartment house was all contrary to regulations of the Health Department and the work would have to _be done over. When the new plumbing had been installed an inspectar from the Fire celebrated novel, in {ts frankly come fessed departure from the code, hag twenty times the morality of the sug- gestive novel of to-day that clot! adultery in crimson phrasey makes vice alluring, ee |