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U EDITORIAL PAGE | THURSDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1919) ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, Published Sunday by the Press Publishing C ' Daly Except ry 4 Bd. re thee Nos. 68 to ow JOSIP PULITZBR: ro Secreiary, 63 Park Tow, MEMBER OF THB ASSOCIATED PR weet OTS teetts in is paimat wndcion VOLUME 60. «eNO, 21,254 ones amewwewns sees RATIFICATION AND RELIEF! T': British Under Secretary for Foreign Affairs announced in the House of Commons yesterday that the British Govern- ment hoped the Peace Treaty would be formally ratified on Hov. 11, the anniversary of the signing of the armistice, and come imbo force the same day. Short of come sudden exercise of the compelling power of the public will—a power which ecems to be in abeyance in the United States at the present timo—there is ecant likelihood that this Nation will have fatified the Treaty in the next twelve days. That it would rejoice millions of Americans to be able to cele- Weatbe their country’s ratification of the Peace Treaty end entrance imbe the League of Nations on the first anniversary of Armistice Day may be taken to mean little to the treaty-obstructors in the United States Senate. . - It could be MADE to mean something to them if the country b anid rally to the job. ‘ Tf people afl over the United States would begin to-morrow to " @mmmentrate heavier individual and collective pressure on Senators * wie ave holding up the Treaty, if for the next ten days the Senate Meaed by mail and wire little except the vast voice of an impatient _ Pee urging action, if out of its troubles, uncertainties and indus- » trial wrestlings the country really lifted its full voice in a call for " gaifification and relief, the eve of Armistice Day would find many Semators in a changed frame of mind. Ratification and Relief. The people of the United States are . ENTITLED to it by Armistice Day. They should DEMAND it long before Thanksgiving, unless Thanksgiving this year is to be only half-hearted. : ‘2 From to-day on intensify the barrage on obstructing Sena- as reported, the Senate is tired of Treaty debate and _ eager for a vote, make it more eager still. N If you write or telegraph nothing else you can write or tele- graph three words, ow . RATIFICATION and RELIEF, ‘with your name and address. « _ See that Senators WILLIAM M. CALDER and JAMES W. WADSWORTH JR., treaty-blockers from this State, are under extra heavy fire from now until Armistice Day. Will you do your part? Hi ———_4+-_—_—_. ; A BIG FACTOR. de the face of a etill threatening strike of miners in the soft coal + fields, Attorney General Palmer lays strees on the Government’s readiness to protect “the large numbers of miners who do not © wish to quit work and will not do so if assured of the protection of the Government.” , This gets down to one of the big basic factors in the present ‘€ Adbor problem—the intimidation of a large part of the rank and file _ of organized ‘workers by a union leadership that would always rather _ steice than arbitrate. .. _ It the instinctive patriotism and common sense of thousands of * tividual union members were as powerful a determinent as the pelicy of union leaders, there would be more negotiation and less ruthless throttling of industry. ey A THOROUGH JOB. fie course of his denudation of Mr. Hearst at Carnegie Mall last Gov. Smith said: I cannot think of e more contemptible man than the man who exploits the poor. Any man that leads you to believe that your lot in life is not all right, any man that conjures up for you a fancied grievance against your Government or against the man at the head of it to help himself is breeding a seed of exarchy and dissatisfaction more disastrous to the welfare of the community that it is used in than any other teaching that I ° * an think of, because, at least, the wildest Anarchist, the most extreme Socialist, the wildest radical that you can think of, + may et least be sincere in his own heart, He mdy think that is right when he preaches it, aoe “ “But the man who preaches to the poor of this or of any ee other community discontent and dissatisfaction, to help himself 4 and to make good his side of the argument and to destroy, as the said himself he would, the Governor of the State, is a man ‘as low and as mean as I can picture him.” ‘A good many people hereabout will agree that this strips off the Hearst raiment as completely and leaves the gentleman about as Lap bedly in need of a barrel as anything that has happened to him of late. ———— ABOUT FIFTY YEARS LATE. ciation says in part: ‘The brewers believe in absolute compliance with the laws until they are set aside by properly constituted tribunals, They still have faith in our form of government and although they are advised by eminent counsel and believe that War Prohibition is invalid, unconstitutional and tyrannically con- fiscatory, they prefer the orderly way of having their rights established. Accordingly, until War Prohibition is set aside by proper authority, the brewers will*manufacture and sell only a cereal beverage containing less than one-half of one per cent. of alcohol by volume, ‘If fifty years ago a similar spirit of scrupulous respect for law order had begun to influence the policy of brewers, distillers and never have developed in this country to a pcint where it fanatics to destroy personal liberty, debase the Federal Con- iii te, oft oem eget Coprrieht, 1 . 1019, The Prem pba ©, Ne id.) jew York Evening By J. Ine Cassel “SEND FOR GARFIELD {> » STATEMENT issued by the New York State Browers’ Asso-d interests generally in the United States, the saloon problem| Copyright FRIEND of mino came to visit me the other day, I had not seen her in years, and yet we picked up the thread of things just where we had left off. News—a great ‘deal there was to tell. But there was no need of renewing our la4triendship., It , was firmly fixed .o%" years and years ago. Serna munca Only space had parted us, but time had taken no toll—everything was the same. In a few minutes it was just as though we had parted yesterday. Every move, every gesture, every thought as of yore, was anticipated by both of us. And we merrily recalled: Incidents of those days when we were to- gether. When she had gone, I thought of the wonder of real friendship. It needs no explanation, Intervening years are as days. We are on the same wire all the time, even though our line has been busy for both of us. And how fow friends of this kind there are, As ugainst this, there is the friend who gives you concern all the time, You are forever putting yourself out to remember him, because he expects it. ‘This is the costly friendship, as against the other, which is the free. And, after all, the friendship you make free is the only one you keep, True Lhings Are Best, As Emerson has wisely put its “The highest compact we can make with our fellow is, let there be truth n us two forevermore, It 1s e to feel and say of another, never meet or speak or write to him; we need not reinforce our- selves, or send tokens of rememn- prance; I rely on him as on myself; i¢ he did not thus or thus, I know it was right.” As against this, T know a woman who is forever falling out with her friends, because they have failed to do some trivial thing that she ex- pected of them, or for the reason that they have done something she did not want them to do, When you sum up such friendship, there is but one word to describe it— selfishness, It iy ‘plain conceit for some one to expect a friend to anticl- pate what he or she will think, and frighten igi into shameless pérversion of the » ni ; act upon it, It 1s paying dear for a friendship, é Cherish the Real Friend—He Who Gives More ¢ The Friendship By Sophie ‘That Is Free 1919, by Tho Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) Irene Loeb Than You Expect. oe to which you must forever be cater- ing. Then there is the so-called friend who always expects return—a give and take proposition, But the friend of whom [ speak—the friend of yes- terday, is mine to-day, to-morrow, and always, She is with me—right or wrong. She will stand by me when I need her most. She will ask no superfluous ques- tions. She will not be inquisitive of my affairs, nor indifferent to my welfare. She understands me, and therefore knows fairly well what I will do un- der given circumstances, Therefore, she will be ready to answer for me, when it is necessary for her to do s0. “Fair Weather” Friends, Such fniendship represents the acmé of belief in each other and is a bond that cannot be broken, She will always give answer to m: call, and in time of trouble she Ba come to me across the space, Only a few days ago a woman wept bitterly because, having lost her for- tune, she Jost her friends, They were the “fair weather” variety. At the sign. of a storm they flow like the wind, Where they had been getting all the time, when they were called upon to give, and they were not there. Ah, gentle reader, cherish close to your heart the real friend, Expect not too much of him and he will give you more than you expect. The Jarr Family By Roy L. Copyrt As the Old Saying Goes, * 1919, by Tho Precs Publishing “o. McCardell (Tho New York Evening World.) * ‘What Is Home Without a Mothery?” o oe OGGONE it! Where's my brown suit?” grumbled Mr. Jarr as he fumbled atound in the dark depths of the closet. “Now you just come out of there!" said Mrs. Jarr sharply. “You'll get all my skirts rumpled that have just been pressed. You know your clothes are not in that closet!" | “Where are they, then?” asked Mr. Jarr. “I want that heavy brown suit.” “They are with the rest of your things, in the closet in the other room,” said Mrs. Jarr. “I give you a closet to hang your things in, but you throw them all over the house, and it takes all my time running around after you picking things up! You might be a little considerate aad not make my work twice as hard! I do declare I get so discouraged!” A Husband's Hang-Up. “Gimme a place to hang my things, then!” sald Mr. Jarr. “Gimme a place that I can really call my own. There isn't anything in that other closet but some old summer suits of mine and @ lot of your things and the children’s, Besides, i asked you not to put any of my Hermine | “With Mint Sauce.” 66TD OAST lamb!” ordered a gen- R tleman at a table directly behind where we sat in the rapidly filling grill. “With mint sauce, sir?” “Certainly, with mint sauce. This man was by no means alone in the assumption that mint sauce just naturally goes with roast lamb. Is this an outgrowth of the associa- tion of lambs browsing In fields where there is mint? Or is it by mere co- incidence that this combination should have become so popular? The closer and more intimate de- tails of life that fill the pages of the past haye in a great measure been disregarded by the historian, But the more we shed upon them the light of interest and investigation, the more f we realize that practically nothing that we do to-day, that has become habitual or instinctive with us, can be dismissed as a cdincidence—noth- ing just happened. Everything had @ reason, often instructive, but al- ways interesting, And these reasons, far fetched and essentially insignifi- cant though they may be, are the bits of local color that bring home to us pictures of vast scop? and great im- port: they are the sparks that liven to us forever; history, that text books tried, often in vain, to make @ part of us. Mint sauce with roast lamb was originally eaten in Europe in imita- tion of the bitter herbs which, in memory of,the oppression of the Is- elites in Egypt, were eaten by the rews with the paschal lamb, ® things moths." “There isn't a moth in this house!” ald Mrs, Jarr, “You're always say- hg there's moths in your clothes. H1ow could there be when I'm always taking them out and airing and brusiring them? And your fail over- coat and the suit you can’t find have been put away alt summer in tar paper and moth balls, and they are in that closet, for I put them in there Just a couple of weeks ago, You didn’t half look!" “Then they're eaten up by moths!” exclaimed Mr. Jarr, “Don't I know moths? Those little, flossy, silky, greasy rolls about as big as a grain of rice with a worm inside of them!" “That shows how much you know!" said Mrs, Jarr, “Moths are Little, tiny dust-coiored buttertlie: Tyat's old Mr, and Mrs, Moth,” sald Mr. Jarr, “It's their lar; M ’ and hungry families of Htue worte (hat eat the clothes, Haven't I picked them off my coats and vests enough to’ know?" “You never did! ‘There isn’ in this house! said Ara, dere ot “Look here at the lapel of this erat What's this?” asked Mr, Jarr, ; “Dhat's a cut or a burn,” said Mrs. Jarr, not looking, “You'are always dropping fire from your cigars on your clothes and burning holes in vem, ‘Maybe you will in my house coat? Jarr, “Oh, 0 ag in that closet. It's full of y I burnt holes suggested Mr. he moths did that a year or . sald Mrs, Jarr indifferently. R: ou don't have to wear a house coat downtown do yo! ‘There's n, t in the house now," fea Kindness to Mothers, “They are in that closet,” said Mr. . “L kept the house coat hanging n there in the hope if there were moths they'd b od fellows and eat the coat they'd ly started on and not touch my other clothes,” ‘There's No moth holes in any of your clothes, I tell you!” said Mrs, arr, ‘Mr. Jarr made no reply to this; he had stopped arguing for the nonce and had disappeared in the other room and had penetrated the recesses in the other closet, In a few moments he reappeared with a brown suit of clothes on his| His face beamed with victory. m. Hle n_ victory, he ‘cried. “Look there, under that collar! Look ‘along that seam! W are those, lady? Moths, madam, yes, m-o-t-h (OTHS!” | “Well,” said) Mr Jarr, looking them over coolly, "people that are ale ways looking for trouble are ulwgy9 sure to find it!” rs London Dramatic Critic Reviews New York Play For The Evening World Lady Helen, Heroine of ‘‘Declassee,”” Has No Pockets in Her Dress. Mrs, Ewer, dramatic critic of the London Heratd, is in New York, and The Evening World has arranged with her to review several of the current theatrical attractions in the New York theatres, Her firet review is of “Declassce,” in which Ethel Barrymore is starring, By Monia Ewer. Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World.) Me’ ce Lady Helen, that Miss Akins has invented in “Declassee,” is qaite a delightful creature, but she is not the daughter of an English Darl She ts a cross between the heroine of # penny novelette and one of Meredith's wonderful women of fash< fon, At times this Earl's daughter is witty, courageous, daredevil; there ts about her something of Diana of the Crossways; at times she is as banal and snobbish as the heroine of any, housemaid’s serial. That Lady Helen ts a romantic figure there can be no question, and, alas for truth! that is just what no one can allege against the English aristoc The romance of Eng- lish life is in the middle classes, It is from the “mere” people that we get our poets and artists and all those who live and love with splen« dor and vitality, But the English aristocracy are a quiet and respecta« ble people, enlivened occasionally by the fruits of their indiscretions and revitalized from time to time by their acquisitions from the chorus. The Earls' daughters of England, Mke rh their Queen, insist on having pockets .w to their dresses, and never go onl without their umbrellas. It is awfully smart to be dowdy. Society hag prescribed a rigid geographical routine for their “amuse-« ment.” The early summer in London: then Cowes ang the yachting; then Scotland and the birds, Leicestershire or the Riviera™for the winter, Is keeps them very busy. It makes them very dull. I do not think that they would recognize Lady Helen as a sister. She is gay and volubla, She talks of sacred thingy like love and death; she boasts like @ parveng of her ancestors, The English woman is awkward and reserved. There is to her something indecent about free sclf-expression, Lady Helen is an exotic, in her drawing room. But if I am worried about the psychology of Lady Helen T am tif! more worried about that of Mr. Rudolph Solomon, We are asked to accept Mr. Solomon as a heroic figure, as the fine fellow who makes the big sacei- fice in the last act. We are introduced to this Mr, Solomon when he is em the poin® of throwing over, his mistress, a pathetic little singer who really loves him. He then makes to Lady Helen what she discreetly deseribes as an “ambiguous offer.” Now, Lady Helen appears at this time to be living honestly, pawning her way from one pearl to another and committing no greater indiscretion than entertaining some rather engaging acrobate af tea. But when this Mr. Solomon brings himself to the point of asking Lagy Helen in marriage he tells her that he has been restrained hitherto be cause he was proud of his name, She had been so reckless of hers thag he was afraid she might damage his. Not bad for a gentleman who had violated that most sacred social convention. And our heroine accepts tamely and promises to be. good. whom we heard so much, have said? Having tied her plot up in a knot she could not unravel, Miss Aking took the easy met}od of cutting it by killing off her heroine. It was won derful how tidily Lady Helen managed to get herself run over. No mud. No blood. Hardly a hair astray, Nothing to indicate a death agony save a discreetly timed fatnting fit. Apparently quite a comfortable way of ‘Miss Akins has written an excellent “theatre play.” It is full of “situae n” every time, It has an adequate technique, save horus played by the guests in act two, when they y obligation of reconstructing for us the events of the "3. It is the play thg mana It keeps up the were under the hi two intervening y rs love. romantic traditions of the stage, for never at any point does it touch nything so commonplace as p. ymore gay own charming personality to the 8 so careless as to Ret herself run over, » and one not intended for tragedy, de- e was a nice person—much nicer upposed to be. heroine. It was a pity that she w for she seemed an amiable creatu spite all the omens of fortune tellers. § than the English Earl's daughter she was ~The Love Stories Of Great Novels Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) =———==By Albert Payson Terhune No. 8—*‘Cressy.”” By Bret Harte. ACK FORD was the youthful schcolmaster at the from tier village of Indian Springs. His was a inixed crowd of pupils, ranging in years from mere babyhood te young manhood and womanhood. ‘The prettiest and most faseinating girl in the school—or in the whole region—was Cressy, the only daughter of a local feuda ist and fire-eater known as Old Man McKinstry. From the first Ford could not keep his mind of his eyes from Cressy. Her frank flirtations with neigh- boring youths and their outspoken adoration of herself made the young schoolmaster furious, ‘Then, bit by bit, he saw Cressy was becoming tre- mendously interested in him. Ford was a man of education and of good family and was from a more civilized part of the world ‘han were most of the local swains, Cressy wasted little time in showing her appreciation of this and waste little mo: 3 time in falling in love with him, Ford fought against his fast-increasing fondness for the bewitching mountain girl, He knew she was uneducated and undiscipined and thas Ler parents were lawless frontier folky But his heart was stronger than his Intellect just then. And the affair continued its primrose course, ‘At last Seth Davis, a mountaineer who had been rejected by Cressy, went to the McKinstrys and told them of the girl’s secret meetings with Jack Ford, Shot From Ambush yi farted more trouble than Fora had) i‘ Ps thought existed on earth, Among other During Duel developments old man McKinstry chale longed Jack to a duel to avenge Cressy's supposed wrongs, When the sig- nal was given Ford fired into the air, Nevertheless McKinstry fell to the earth, badly wounded. For Seth I from ambush, had shot him, hop= ing the blame might rest on the sc , : Ford proved to the wounded McKinstry that he had not shot him and that he was guiltless of all blame in connection with Cressy, Old man McKinstry believed him and made the community at large believe him, He was prepared at last to accept Ford as a son-in-law. Seth Davis fled the country. Joe Masters, another of Cressy's gustia suitors, also vanished. Apparently the way was clear for the sdhool- master to commit social suicide by marrying the rural beauty, Through all this mad infatuation Ford realized what he was sacrificing by such @ match, For a day or so he did not see Cre Then one morning as he ene tered the schoolroom one of the larger girth pupils ealled out to him excitedly: “Cressy MeKinstry has left school!" “Indeed?” queried: Ford, doubtful as to whether or not this might be an effort as Infatuation Ends in Wrecked Romance. humor on the informant’s part. “Yes, sir,” insisted the girl, fairly swelling with her own senso of ime rtance as bearer of such tidings. “She's married.” “Married?” echoed the schoolmaster, speaking with difficulty and realize ing that every in the foom was fixed eagerly on his pallid face, “Mare ried? To whom “To Joe Masters, sir!" came the gloating reply. . { And, as Ford sat stunned at the sudden wreekage of his romance, @ dozen childish voices shrilled delightedly at him: “Why, we knowed it all along, sir!” pe What would her daredevil ancestors, « __