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| | ee er ee > ee eee THURSDAY,0 EDITORIAL PAGE CTOBER 9, 1919 Sve CGEAMy storid, ESTABLISHED BY RALPH PULITZER, President, 63, Park Row. ANGUE BAW, rer, 63 Park Row. JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr., Secretary, 63 Park Row. ER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS, “VOLUME 60... sgeeeseeNO, 91,988 BEGINNING TO FACE IT. oT IS a question of rule by the organization or rule by the mob.” Note that it is a leader of organized labor—the President of the [nternational Longshoremen’s Association—who thus defines the issue raised by the walkout of some thousands of New York long- shoremen despite the recent unanimous vote of their union delegates to abide by the wage awards of the National Adjustment Com- mission. L W. W. agitators have been busy of late among the longshore- mren persuading them to break their word and defy their union offi- eere. Though the men’s wages were increased by the award, profes- sional trouble-makers have bedevilled these dock workers with the professional slogan of the strike promoter: “To hell with compromise! ‘Btrike!” . & Whether it is the steel strike, the lockout of the local printing pressmen or. the longshoremen’s walkout, the same vital question Are irresponsible radicals to wrest from sound, self-respecting, {100 per cent. Americans the leadership of labor? #* The brightest outlook for industry in the United States is in the fact that organized labor itself is beginning squarely to face Aris idsuc. ny Sy ~ There will be Prohibition until there is Peace, and then there will be peace until there is Prohibition. a THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM’S CLAIM. HE Metropolitan Museum of Art is an institution New York is proud of. That pride deepens year by year with the - ~ increasing nu lvene who discover what wonderful - Bours of delight and instruction can be spent among the Museum's treasures. The Metropolitan’s collections already begin to rank with those of the far older museums of Europe. Its educational activities @m giving it strong hold on thé interest and affections of school children who will be the next generation of New Yorkers. The day ig coming when the people of New York may feel toward the Metro- nm Museum something of what.the people of Paris feel toward Louvre. Is it or is it not the duty of those intrusted with the government the City of New York to reflect and encourage that feeling? To cover expenses for the coming year the Metropolitan Museum $600,000. It asks the city for only half that sum. Trustees Museum members generously carry the other half of the burden. ss years when the Museum’s expenses totalled leas than ,000 the city’s annual contribution was uniformly $200,000— than half. For 1918, when increased cost of supplies and labor Museum expenditures to $590,000, the city raised its appropria- K to $233,000. ' | #2 Yet with the Museum budget for 1919-20 further increased to ,000, the Board of Estimate proposed to cut the city’s contribu- fe toe $175,000! b It is utterly unfair that, as the value and usefulness of the Metropolitan Museum of Art to the citizens of New York increase, _ the municipal government should reduce the proportional part it ‘toward the Museum’s maintenance. _ © The Board of Estimate should promptly provide at the very '* least the $300,000 which is all the greatest art museum in America ‘« Lye of the city which has first benefit of the priceless opportunities s hers of cf ——-1-___—_. Y ¥ The only trouble with a cross-continent air race is that . ee the track is so far from the grandstand, —_—_—--—-—___— a DON’T FORGET. a™ RE YOU one of those citizens who can discourse with fluency: and conviction on how badly the public interests are looked after, how extravagantly and wastefully government is run, | how all-powerful “the bosses” are, how difficult it is to secure honest, service in the conduct of public affairs, how few first-class are elected to public office, how little the taxpayer gets for the he pays, how shamefully the public treasury is robbed by private ‘mteresis with a “pull,” how many “jobs” are put over and how the | Paptessional politicians have it all their own way? on Are you? f ee Well, don’t forget to register before next Saturday night so you vote next month, id _ In time you and a few more, if you put your minds to it, could quite a change. The country is still pinning its faith on you. ote nate The National Game has come back, sure enough. 7 Letters From the People Dead mee. back. That was the understan Biitor ut The Kveuing World gem'| of: the"Goverament to’ bring” — ; wend the item ef “894 nome, dend or alive. I guess I am in your paper, 3 wish to state | one of those mothers who will soon ‘Wi hes my heartfelt sympathy, Biv-| an a vacant grave. The transpor- three sons. I am another mother © Who gave her all, my only boy, with _ the 27th Division. The last words of My boy was for his mother as he yent to his death, Do syou think Wight for France to hold my ‘ or apy other American boy Wmbe died over.there from their final ing place, the U. 8. A.? Again, . in Fi mains of those we | ing the thorns too de er's brow to have years, I've waited ve. her wait one mother, being interested hi. our dead remain : JOSEPH PULITZER, Enbnes Sun: Pres bush! hb Dafty Except 6 hee Fe ing Company, Nos. 63 to walt STELIOS Te LAL oa eee ee tation is available very soon, so let us get together,and fight for the re- It is push- ply on a moth. three | long year% for only a sleeve of his uniform to be returned in that lone box to be| jaid with one he loved in life-~his| Thanking your paper for By Rube The Skinning of 1. With Strategy Worthy LD I, SKINDEM, his first name is Isaac, is the most thrifty man in the Paradise section, and .for forty years it has been his boast that he never was beaten in a trade or dicker, which pursuits are the passion of his otherwise passion- less life, As a child he learned all the pre- | cepts about “a penny saved is a penny to the good for Ike,” “a dime in the hand is worth @ diamond in some- | body else's necktie,” ete. At school his main study was arithmetic, He} learned addition, skipped subtrac- | tion, mastered multiplication and | then graduated, In all the years until now no one had ever substracted anything from “Uncle Ike," and division was un- known to him. Getting a nickel from him, even for yalue received, was just like removing a porous plaster from the back of a hairy Ainus. “Uncle Ike's" place is just on the Joutskirta of Paradise, which allows him to enjoy the advantages of vil- | lage life without the payment of vil- luge taxes, His particular pride is a lake on his property which he had jiong planned to w into @ fish- resort for amateur fishermen, from which he anticipated large divi- nds for privileges and the sale of | fresh fish to the unlucky amateurs | Fish Pond in Theory Only, Although he stocked the pond for several years and the fish multiplied | as he had figured, the Skindem Fish- ing Trust he had plannea did not ma- ko | ture. The amateur fishermen bit for Ja time, but the fish wouldn't, Not leven “Uncle Ike” had ever been able tocatch mere than enough for his own use, This curdied his disposition, already soured, and to add to his troubles at that time he lost the chance to buy a piece of pro) y adjoining which he | had long cov’ ‘his property was owned by a sweet-tempered old | woman Who made a modest living raising geese. Inclo Ike” had kept himself well an®@ strong by his activities In keep- ing the od woman's Keese out of his pond, and when she decided to sell her place and move away, she turned down “Uncle Ike's" offer and sold it to one of his enem Just then “Uncle I intance of @ professional fisher- n. He Was an editor, but only at it long enough at a time io money to go fishing 1'll teli you what's the matter with 8. made the ac- The Gay Life of a Commuter' Towner Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) kindem by a Woman of a @eace Conference ’ @ settled fact that fish won't bite in a lake or pond where there are bloodsuckers.’ Yog've got to get ‘em out and then you Will have the ‘nest trout lake in this section, “Yes, but how?” asked “Uncle Ike. “And .what weil it cost? I've spent most thirty dollars on that jake already.” Editors Are Informative. “Geese! declared the editor, “Put a flock of geese in vhere | and they'll clean out that pond in | two seasons,” Pleased as he was to get this in- formation, “Uncle lke” spent at least | two minutes hating himself, “I'm a dum fool,'"t he thovght, although he| said nothing, remembering the time he had spent in keeping the old wo- man’9 geese cut of tha: pond. Now he would have to buy geese when he could have the lake cleaned of “blood- euckers" for nothing. He also remembered that the old woman had not sold her geese when she sold her place. He must have those geese despite the ill-feeling be- tween himself and the owner, and the next morning he opened negotiations with his ancient fge. But. she still had more than a mSnth to vacate the place and showed no anxiety to sell at "Uncle Ike's" figures, She named a price, however, which he considered almost unlawful, but he was set on getting those particular geese, the finest fowl of the kind he had ever seen , The dickering continued for the next two weeks with no result, The following week the old woman made 1 fisherman | a slight reduction in her price, but “Unele Ike” still held out for his figure Old Woman Had Last Word. The last week of the old woman's stay she named an upset figure, and declared if she could not sell them for that price she would kil) them and sell them to the marketmen. It was still above “Uncle Ike's" price, but he had noticed the fine plumage of the birds, so he agreed and closed the deal right there, more than satisfied that he had the better of the bar- galn. ‘The following day “Unole Ike” sent his hired man to drive the geese to the pond while he sat in one of the village stores waiting word by tele- phone that all was well. The bell jingled and called him to the phone. “You got ‘em, eh?” he safd. “Did ? all theré, eh? that's the clerk “Cnele Ike had heen worried about the count; also he intended to count them himself when he got them to the pond, r lake,” sald the editor fisherman,!” “What's that?" he called into the ve full of ‘bloodsuckers.’ Now| telephone; what his voice rose to whether the fish eat the ‘blood-|a scream—“what's that you say? She suckers’ and hence refuse to rise to ‘the bait is a disputed point, but it is beat me? Gosh! hell—ghe plucked ‘em? Sapte. t 19, . (18 New York bveote | willing to chip in to bury a police- oo ford. You Copyright. 191 6 ¢ ee ELL, I'm glad the policemen are going to get a faise of salary and won't strike like they did in Boston,” remarked Mrs. rr, “One of them told the Com- missioner that when a policeman died the Association had to bury him.” “The Association should worry, said Mr. Jarr airily. “Everybody 1s man.” “That isn’t funny,” remarked Mrs. |Jarr, “The police deserve more money than they get. There is such a nice policeman on thie beat, I feel no fear of burglars at all when he Is in the kitchen with Gertrude.” “Do the neighbors feel so safe?” asked Mr. Jarr. “What do the neighbors do for me?” replied Mrs, Jarr, “Let them mind their own business and I'll mind mine! And what I say is that the policemen in this town are as nice as they can be. They take you over the crossings so patiently and 60 gallant and they are always kind and polite,” Cops Are Gallant, “Oh, they are all right to the ladies," said Mr. Jarr, ‘They all think they are mashers.” “They do not!” said Mrs, Jarr sharply, ‘They are courteous and at- tentive and they never presume, and if a lady is annoyed by @ masher on the streets, if she can find a po- liceman, she gets prompt protection, They know a lady does not want any notoriety and will not insist on the fellow being arrested, so the police- men give the mashers a beating that they remember and lock them up all night.” “Phen the mashers make their eyes behave after that, eh?” said Mr, Jar-, “I guess they do,” said Mrs. Jarr grimly. “One followed Mrs. Raagle and me for three blocks, nudging us, last summer, and after we com- plained to a’ poljceman and he had handled the fellow, his eyes behaved because they were closed tight. “If the police closed a lot of these blind Uger saloans tight it might help some, too,” said Mr. Jarr, “You should ‘be the last person to complain about that,” said Mrs. Jarre }quickly. “You ‘and your friends | would have to come home at a decent hour to th families then, And, g e you SHOULD I work SHORTE RATE a STRIKE | { FOR MORE [ . PAY sHOULD The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardell yy The Prehs Publishing Co. (The New York Bvenine World). ° A Raise in Salary, and Other Things, Would ~. Make Mr. Jarr’s Life a Happy One. Mrs. Jarr hotly. “Gertrude is not engaged to him; she is engaged to Claude, the fireman; she would not permit of such a thing." “Ah, well, the police are no good, anyway,” growled Mr. Jarr. “They are too good, that’s what,” said Mrs. Jarr, “Do you ever hear of @ case of destitution brought to the attention of the police—when oor families are evicted, when they find starving men, women and children— but the police instantly make a col- lection among themselves and buy food and clothes for the unfortunates?” “Not only that,” sald Mrs. Jarr, con- tinuing her line of defense, “but when a lady loses her pocketbook or finds herself without carfare home, what does she do?” Where Do Cops Get “Jitneys”! “She asks a policeman. Is that the answer?” said Mr. Jarr. “Yes, it 1s," snapped Mrs. Jarr. “Bo- cause @ lady knows @ policeman would not presume upon it like some so- called ‘respectable’ men who criticise them would, ‘The policemen give wom who find themselves without cart: metimes ten a day— money to get home, and these women, like other people who use them and then abuse them, are not principled enough to think of ever looking up the oflicer and repaying him. I know of my own experience. Some weeks ago wittn I was shopping I lost my purse and told @ policeman, and he was as nice as he could be and gave me ten cents to get home and personally helped me on the car!” “Did you ever pay him back!” asked Mr, Jarr, ‘I forgot all about—you never mind whether I did or not. ‘That's my busl- ness!" retorted Mrs. Jarr, with some asperity. Weekly Ralse of $5. Well," said Mr, Jarr, “your frionds, the cops, are getting a raise and they've got sure jobs, and if in- yured in discharge of their duty ar if they stay on the force till they ure cld they are retired on a pension, and that's more than is coming tc me, either the raise, assurance of Fayroll connections or a pension!" “Are you exposed to the cold weather, to long hours on duty, to dangers’ from thugs, murderers and rufhians generally? Do you risk your life to protect property? Do you jump in the ley water to save the worthless lives. of would-be sul- es?” asked Mrs, Jarr, gument about the cops?” said Mr, Jarr. f And on his way out he met the as I was saying, if it wasn't for the policeman sitting in our kitchen with his protecting arm’ waist,” sald Y eannd, eorienee Mr, Jarr interrupting. “You mind your business!" said policeman on the beat and said. fellows are going to get a I'll tell the. world ise uy ou sure deservi it and ought to have three times ag nearly every come, rauch’ By Albert Payson Terhune Coprright, 1919, by ‘The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) . 94—TAMERLANE, Conqueror of the World. i N a golden- chariot rode a swarthy-faced cripple On his tousied head blazed a golden crown thick with Jewels. His twisted body was girt in golden armer set with gems. His chariot was drawn by five half- naked men whose backs were bloody from the. blows of his whip. b] The five men tugged wearily at the chariot pole and they winced as the driver’s lash cut into their soft flesh. They were not used to work of this kind. They were five Kings whom this swarthy cripple had conquered in war and whom he now set to dragging his triumphal chariot. Behind the chariot trundied a cage, on wheele— & cage not unlike that which carries wild animals in Its massive bars were made of gold. In the cage crouched a man. He was Bajaget, the once mighty King of Persia. A year or #0 earlier Bajazet had been the mo’t powerful monarch on earth. Now he was the prisoner and slave of the Mongolian cripple who had overthrown him and hig kingdom. By these hideously cruel means did Tamerlane, the Mongol, show the ' ranp terrified world-that he had made good. His name, a clreus parade. by the way, was pot Tamerlane. That is merely King In @ history's nickname for him, He began life in 1336 Cage. as “Timour, the Lame.” He was the son of a Conn ® minor chief whose little clan lived near Samarkand, Among his wild clansmen physical strength counted for everything. A cripple was looked on with as much contempt as was a lunatic. Tamerlane was not put to death in his childhood, because he was a chief's son, But Since it was apparent he would enough for a cripple. So Tamerlane studied, and studi ambition. set out to make good on this resolve. errr Premer ane Studied} Hussein's coll Diligently. “““Aw, what's the use to havean ar- |in experience, an experience that you “Hello, Skelly! Gee, I'm glad you people who seem to have more than » was but a mat © the reins of rior, he was allowed to gain an education. tion as beneath the dignity of a fighting man. others of his people developed only their bodies. brilliant and crafty brain developed amazingly. he was shunted to one side in favor of his healthier kinsmen, never amount to anything as @ war- The Mongols looked on educa- But it seemed to them good ed hard, developing his brain, while As a result his uncannily And with education came He resolved to rise above his seemingly hopeless surroundings and to make himself ruler not only of his own petty tribe, but of so much of the whole earth as he might be able to conquer in a single lifetime. And he When his father died the rulership of the clan was bequeathed to Tam- erlane’s soldier brother-in-law, Hussein. sheer cleverness Tamerlane got himself chosen as Through league in the clan's government. It ter of a few months for him to snatch rulership from Hussein and to pro- claim himself chief, His brain had begun to conquer where mere strength failed. This same brain enabled him to whip his tribe into shape and to turn them from a disorderly rabble to a compact and progressive community. He taught his little army to fight along new and tremendously efficient lines. Then he began his career of conquest. statesmanship drew tribe after tribe He conquered every nation he army ploughed its triumphant way through Central and every other foe that stood in its path. His prowess and his wily to his victorious banner, attacked. Resistlessly his ferocious 1 Asia, conquering Persia Presently Tamerlane waa lord of all the Eastern world from Moscow to the Great Wall of China. His plan was to seize all of China and then let his irresistible hordes loose upon Western Europe. Perhaps of his conquest of the whole world nothing could have stood in the way had he not died, at the outset of a cam- paign, just when his power was at its supreme height. What Do Passing Years Mean to YOU? By/Sophie Irene Loeb. Copyright, 191%, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), a Passing Years Are but Stepping Stones for a Better Future. HE President of Brazil, a few days ago, gave out an inter- view on his recent visit to New York. | One of the! things that he| stress upon was| that he called New York the City of the Pare adox. For ex- ample, he drew attention to the matt of our celebrating Independence Day, say- ing: “f had visualized your July Fourth as @ carnival day, 1 had pictured large crowds in the streets. I had expected to hear booming guns and laughter and cheering men and women; in fact, all the noises that are peculiar to the carnival crowd. Yet, lo! and behold! the quietest of all my days in your country was this July Fourth, Your days of work were deafening.” Merriment Accompanies Burial, But te also drew attention to-an- other interesting paradox, “IT am told that when you bury the Old Year, you mourn it to the tune of much revelry, It struck me as strange that people should inter: the past with such frantic merry-making. To my way of thinking, to the pass- ing of the happy and prosperous years should naturally belong sighs of regret. We are brought so much nearer to the end of our days, and so much more of the joy of living is gone forever.” fofenm confident the good President of Brazil, if he were to pause to think over these last words, would also see another side, a perspective that it behooves you and me to reckon with also. In looking over the passing years how few people want to live them again as they were lived? How few would want them to return if they could have them? Yet, on the other hand, with the reflection of the pass- ing years one may well form @ con- structive basis for future accomplish- ment, future happiness, It was the Wise soul who said “It ig never too late," and more than ever in this century is this belief in evidence everywhere. Profited by Passing Years, After all, it is the passing years that have made this splendid man from Brazil what he is to-day, as well as all the rest of us, If they have been successful years, you may look upon them with joy and in your comparison for future endeavors. If for the most part they have been miserable or full of trouble, out of it all you have gained something might have well done without, but which must stand you in good stead in meeting the future ones, ‘As I look about me I find mony their share of suffering and sorrow distress and destitution, yet, in a instance some good has somehow, as @ \Wesult of tho laid particular | very hardship that these people went through, In fact, many a knowing one has said that few people have brrived on the highway of success and hap- piness without having, in years gone by, gone through considerable hard- ship. Lincoln an Example. A friend the other day suggested that we would have had no Lincoln if he had not gone through his Struggles in the early years, It was through the pinch of pov- erty and the efforts of his upward climb that gave him the clear ret- rospection of others coming up lke him well as a sure vision of what ought to be done, In like manner the everyday in- dividual may use a®view of his pass- ing years as a foundation for the future, If he does this carefully, it will be truly valuable. It is bad to make mistakes, enough but certainly the same mistake worse to make more than once, In truth, passing years should be looked upon as stepping stones to a better future rather than rocks of disaster that embitter and prevent progress ag well as happiness, | By Hermine Neustadt! 66 HY all this red tape? How often, when we want to express compli- cations, difficulties that are uneces- sary and annoying, do we refer to this or that as having too much “red tape," without stopping to think about the reason for the term! You may have felt very often, dear reader, that the whole world was en- tangled with red tape. But, have you ever served on an Election Board in a “slow” district on Registration Day? Perhaps you have, Then, after the first hour passed with one ér two registrations and the second hour sed with matching pennies and discussing the waste of the people's money on you and your colleagues of the board, you have wondered at the absurdity of such polling places, And then when the polls closed and you thought to depart, the chairman has brought forth from seemingly bottomless recesses multitudinous pa- pers and lists and. tally sheets on which to enter, again and again, the various deta pertaining to the lone dozen registrations! For twelve regis- trations, dear reader, you have had to make several hundred entries on scores of printed sheets, marking and sealing until ou have — gasped rily, this is red tape!" ‘Then, lo and behold, you have found that each gnvelope you were sealing, every folder in your hands was x piece of red tape! 0 led with & Official Government and papers are kept in folders ied whee red tape. And as all of us have at some time or other ha "Ome! ad to et Business" it | the term and its popular signin came into general use, L