The evening world. Newspaper, May 24, 1920, Page 17

any MONDAY, M AY 24, 1920 “Secrets of Harem Exposed by Girl Who Fled to U. S. and Married American ‘ First Victim of Soldiers, then Turkish Official—Her Life a Living Death. The Evening World begins to-day the remarkable story of an Armenian Christian girl who was taktn prisoner by the Turkish soldiers in her sixteenth year, subjected to the grossest indignities, stabbed, starved and tortured. She escaped from the soldiers’ her own, harem only to be caught a second time and placed in the private harem of Najif Bey. suffering and torture she has come to America, found a good husband and is now happy in a little home of ° After six years of By Fay Stevenson. Coprright, 1920, the Prem Pubtishing Ca (The New York Rrestng World). I, LIFE IN THE HAREM. ‘The Cries of Anguish Were Drowned by the Beating of Druma BES ta the story of Anna Sherbetdjian, the Armenian Christian girl, who was twice placed in Turkish harems, who was etarved, stabbed and beaten and forced on the Bgton, eountry where she was detained at to read. The story of a young girl years of misery and horror among threat of death to renounce her re- whose family were murdered and who finally escaped to this Ellis Island because of her inability now only twenty-two, who after six the “unspeakable Turks’ came to America to wed an Armenian widower and then found that she might have to be deported. Now, all Anna’s cares are over. She has been permitted to enter the coun- ry for aix months by order of the acting Secretary of Labor, a bond of 500 has been taken out for her, her widower has come forward and mar- Fied her and since he has ‘been in the country fifteen years and has his citi- zen papers Anna's future is secure as the wife of an American citizen. “I believe I am the happlest girl in the world!” Anna told me in broken English aided many times by her aus- band Hamirson Terekelyian. “I didn’t know such happiness could come to me.” Sitting in the tiny red plush par- lor over a shop at 1212 Ridge Avenue, Philadelphia, of which her husband is proprietor, Anna told of her life in the harem. She is a sweet faced, Gelicate Looking girl with black hair demurely parted and caught up at the nape of her neck, large brown eyes that look as if the soul within had been burt and a sensitive mouth with lines that tell of suffering and 40 treatment. A long white scar on her neck will always remind her of how she was stabbed by a Turk for refusing to comply with his brutal demands, Beside Anna on the red plush settee mat her tusband, a middle-aged, gray- haired man whose eyes watched her tenderly and whose lips were ever ready to help her with a difficult word. A large bunch of pink and white carnations, Anna’s bridal bouquet, stood on the centre table, and it was imto these flowers that Anna gazed most of the time she told her story. “There were just four of us in our cottage,” she began, “my father, litle twelve-year-old brother, my cousin Marion and myself. She was eighteen, I sixteen. All of the family went to ‘work (but I was the horaekeeper and a very happy little wome it was, Then in 1914, almost before we realized where was a war, a band of Turkish eoldiera came to our town of Amas- sia, massacred most of the Inhabl- tants and gathered about 100 girls for deportation. My father and brother were shot like dogs in the field before our terror filled eyes. All the mules, horses, buffaloes, dogs and swine were collected, but the male popula- tion was stabbed and shot, for it is a common saying with the Turks that tattle cost money whereas ‘infidel Christians’ were plentiful in the Otto- man countrtes.- old women and children were i otanniiinmnantnameell Turkish Army and these were out- raged before they were slaghtered. Then the homes were plundered and the whole village set on fire. Afl the young girls, Marion and I included, were driven for miles as a herdsman might drive sheep, from the reeking, burning village behind. “We travelled this way for three days, stopping at night by the way- side, Soldiers were stationed around us in little groups to beat drums and blow whistles so that none could hear our screams, It was not enough that we should be subjected to all manner of indignities but many of the girls had their eyebrows plucked out, their breasts cut off, nails torn out, Poor Marion had three nails pulled out by the roots, I received a deep gash in the throat from a sword and was severely beaten. Many others had pins and nails driven in their chins, The Turks seemed to take a fiendish delight in torturing ve and hearing us scream, “When at last we reached Servass we were placed in a harem where we were held as prisoners for two years, Our clothes were taken from us, we were starved, tortured by hot trons, pins, sword points and beaten. One girl, a neighbor of ours, was hung up by one arm for @ day and a night. “The soldiers hed brought many beautiful Armenian rugs, lace cur- tains and furniture along to furnish the harem, but they were so filthy in their habits that in less than six months all was dirt, disorder and disease, “Typhus broke out and many young girls died. Marion and I suffered many hardships through ill treatment and lack of food, but we seemed to be stronger than many of our neigh- bors and friends) When the typhus broke out we were given ‘Turkish trousers and a coat and were ordered to nurse the ill and it was while we Were given a little more freedom of the harem that wo escaped. About midnight we found a window un- locked on the ground floor and with- out even stapping to whisper to each other but moved by common Instinct we both jumped cut and ran ag fast as our legs would carry us, For three long days hiding in the woods, drink- ing at springs and living on wild berries we journeyed back to Amas- sia, We found several rich Turkish families living in houses which had been rebuilt, One of the families took us as servants and we worked hard for them rather than go back to the harem life, “But in some way we were traced and again captured, thie time taken to harem of Ni Samson, the jajit Bey at Ge we antina kes Alb ‘ ot PE Bec, \ DON'T WANT THOSE STONES IN NYGARODEN! ! DON'T WANT THose STONES INNYGARDEN! EEP THOSE STONES IN Your GARDEN | | ToLd YOu Not |. OL0 You NoT To Toa THROW THOSE THROW THOSE STON IN Mo I'LL KEEP AT IT. (LL KEEP ATIT ALL SUMMER |! ALL DAY IF You DON'T Trubles Tor The IFailp. BY PHORTUCrIte IMOOCrS Copyright, 1990, by Tho Prem Publishing Co, (Tho New York HByening World.) RNOLD BENNETT SAYS ‘That man is superiorto woman. Of course he is! Tf he goes to a co-educational college. ‘There are several women in bis class who make Phi Beta Kappa, while he makes the class baseball nine. But of course, they are his inferiore— he soars albove such absurd conven- tions as good marks. However, it i# only after man’s mar- riage That he proves what a euperiatively superior creature he is, And what a worm is woman! Was there ever anything more clever ‘Than the way in which he trains his wife to be a combination valet, cook, tailor, diplomatic representative, alarm clock, telephone operator, hostess, picker-up of wisdom's crumbs, nurse, cocktat] mixer, houri and ministering angel? ‘There never was! Man doesn't leave his pajamas and bath towel on the floor, His cigar-ends on the mantelpiece, His overcoat thrown across the morris chair, And a combination salad of old cuff links, old letters, handkerchiefs, bile receipted and unreceipted, Mra, Eddy’s “Science and Health,” matches, an unframed photograph of Nazimova, collara, In the top drawer of his chiffonier— He doesn't do all these things because be is disorderly, or lazy, or care- lesa, But because he is clever and SUPHRIOR— He knows his wife always will “pick up” efter him, He's got her TRAINED! Association with his godlike self has given her almost human Intelligence, ‘Though she be an inferior species. He 1s, of course, far too much of a superman To do the family lying to the cook, the clergyman, the solicitor of funds, the corner grocery, the Joneses next door— But—equally of course—he is not too much of a superman to profit by the excuses, equivocations, procrastinations and hyperbole Of the domestic cabinet minister he has married. His giant intellect cannot descend to @uch details es putting the studs In dis shirt, Telephoning to the taflor when his suit needs pressing, Keeping himself supplied with matches, When he 1s confronted with 177 per cent. rise In elothing, His scintillant wit hits on the expedient of READING about the overalls adopted by a ctub of prews agents! Oh, he IS. a clever creature, Pauline furlongs QUCFICS Om Healeh pd ae iee Anemia—E. W.: Vegetables and red. You will have to find the cause fruits which’ contain iron are neces- !" order to overcome this distigure- sary for rich blood, Pegs and milk "ent are also boneficla To Lengthen the Eye Lashes—Mrs. Daniel D.; White vaseline brushed along the lashes will stimulate thelr growth, I know of nothing to make the lashes curl, if nature neglected to do so. Pimples—Margaret H.: [f, as you state, your dict is correct the pimples may be caused by infection, and in this case an antiseptic soap and salve ghould be applied. I would advise you to consult a good skin specialist. _ Large Pore Astringent—Mrs. Wal- ter D. H.: Mix one cup of cam- Red Face—Frances H.: Heavy phor water (not camphor spirits) greasy foods, starches and sweets may with one quarter ounce of glycerine cause this. Indigestion, constipation and tight lacing are other causes, If your skin is tender the cold winds may jrritate the skin and make your face and one-eighth ounce of powdered borax and apply this-to the pores on a puff of cotton at intervals during the day. Central Park’s Miniature Yachtsmen. HEN it comes to enthusiasm Tommy Lipton Is not in it with the kids who race thnir tiny boats on the Central Park lake. Every bright afternoon these youngsters throng the banks discussing the merits of the oraft. Then comes the race when the best boat usually wins. The achts are of all types from the little orafts sold in the toy shops to exa models of famoms racing oraft, A youthful yachteman and one of hi fn fi het meted me od -_————- PO fy | \ MONDAY, Ask Chief By Maurice Ketten BECAUSE HE GOT GAY— ; She Tore Up His Silk Shirts And Smashed His Wrist Watch Docile? Modern Squaw—No. Standing @ dime to a dollar, father, Chief Nover again. Have you heard the latest news about the romantic red warrlor of the plains? Do you realize Just how badly he has let you down? Of course you knew that he had been living in Government houses, eating Government beef instead of buffalo, _using the old family scalping knife to peel the potatoes he had raised, even getting rich on ofl land royalties. All ot which 1s suffictently disillusion- izing. Still, underneath this super- fictal civilization you felt the wild, savage heart beating fiercely as of yore—usiness of caged eagle. Caged eagie, indeed! Caged canary would be more to the point. For this te the tery last and latest wigwag from the noble red man—it must have ® paragraph all to Itself: “LOS ANGELES, May 22— Standing Bear, the famous Sioux Chief, has just Instituted divorce proceedings against his wife be- cause, as ho alleges, she tore up all his silk shirts and smashed his wrist watch.” “Man-Afraid-of-His-Wife" — that's the Indian of to-day. His sinews The arr, jampty Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World). ELL, you are certainly a won- der to me!” remarked Clara Mudridge-Smith, that dash- ing matron of the younger set, as she powdered her nose in Mrs, Jarr’s bou- dor, “You didn’t come around at this hour in the morning to pay me com- pliments, Clara,” said Mrs, Jarr. “What's on your mind?"—she was going to add “besides all the false hair,” but checked herself in time, For it is all well enough to talk plainly but it isn’t tactful te be too harsh. “Now, my dear Mrs. Jarr,” pouted the younger matron, “why do you always misconstrue my motives? Yot i did come for somothing else, Why shouldn't 1? Who else have 1 to come to for help and advice but you, my “cé one true dear, sincere friend, who has been like a” Now, stop right there, Clara Mud- ridge-Smith, interrupted Mra, Jarr. *T will admit being a friend, and very patient, long suffering one, but don't you refer lo me as ‘being like a mother to you.’ In the first place You are as old as { am jbut I married when younger than you did, and hence, I er had to be-like you were professi young thing."" A pr jonal what?” od the visitor in surprise, “A professional young thing!" re- peated Mrs, Jarr, “You know! Hair in a braid when nineteen, carrying around a book on geometry when you were twenty-two, and complaining archly of studying for your exams to get into Vassar or Smith—you know! I used to help you out In tt.” “I'm sure I prove my fondness fc you by the wny I let you scold me! whimpered Mrs, Mudridge-Smith. “Yet 1 suppose you mean it for my awn good. So, when Iam feeling all run down and on the point of nervous collapse, for you can gtand the strain” — “[ stand ft because T have to," said Mrs, Jarr, “If I could afford it L would go away for a change of scene and a rest. “There, you see my point exactly, you dear thing!” cried Clara Mud- ridge-@mith, kissing 3 Jarr, al- though !t meant making up her own complexion all over again. “I want you to drop in this afternoon after 1 come back from my horseback riding lessons and remark how pale and Tam and tell me, in front of oR ans ae & finish by @ thousand lesser writers, in books which cost anywhere fi 4 Then there are all those other descriptions of silent, blanketed, “ugh-ugh" dignity of the red man, amoking the pipe peace around the campfire, Neat but not gaudy. No cheap stuff, ing jazzy. Just fina, ferocious contempt af death, conversation, Civilization. That WAS “Lo, the poor Imilan"—or at least tt was you thought he waa, which comes to the mme thing. The Very Modern Indian Is a Foul Ball in the Estimation of His G Ss Naked Arm, 7 softened by etlken weartng apparéh his tomahawk hand paralyzed by the insidious influence of the wrist is —-to such base usage cream-cheese sandwiches noon at five, and has substitu ficiency in shimmy dancing for wild war dances of other - No wonder Standing Bear to divorce such an unladylike wife as he seems to possess. She must a perfectly frightful strain on nerves. Just fawncy that kind equaw! Yet, re-rei the Los despatch, the disillusioned denizen the offete ast finds in Mra, Bear a single gleam. She seems to be a lady of some force, a believer in direct action, She may be a f On the other hand, she MAY be a version to type—the type of tradition, the type of Cooper and 9) | Frederic Remington. The female of ||| the species is more deadly than the male! “She TORE UP all hig ehirte and SMASHED his watch”—it has the smack of ferocity, of splendid savagery. The Indian ot romance isd that ie to say, he's civilized, But the Ine) dianette-~who knows? ‘She may tale a scalp or two yet, Scalps for Carlo, or anywhere that ts f able and expensive, for my hi “Well, perhaps,” sad “But I'm not feeling so Ww 80 you'll have to insist £ ¢o with you as chaperom—at your Dand's expense!” “Why, certainly; the very thing! cried the visitor, but her enth - was forced, The peed any of husband's money on any else did not appeal Capen # wa Mudridge-Smith. Or was it b she deemed herself demeaned by ing chaperoned? Anyway, Mr. Jerr -will trip for two will never take The Only Woman Court Commissioner in America, ee ee ryeelt, ede ee ee ee ee RS. M. VAN BELL with 4t Covington, Ky. is the only” woman Federal Court Gom missioner in America. She that office for over nine t Rell ts a widow and has two David, eighteen, who served: tm in France with the fi vision,