The evening world. Newspaper, June 25, 1920, Page 25

Do the Wild Waves Cause Girls’ Hearts to Wabble? s Affections of English Girl and French Lassie Are Scrambled, A to We s f Miss Nell in by Cupid’s Darts En Route Battlefield Sweethearts. Butler Merely Switches From One Army Captain to ' Another; Miss Emilienne Romeuf -Pays Passage With U. S. Doughboy’s Savings, But Transfers Love to Italian Tenor on Shipboard. By Fay Stevenson. Copyright, 1020, oy The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evenimg World.) Cc it loves ? ther En, hearis met during war da nd the home of the brave jerought mira arrow, | SPEND ALL my Te HERE much ro mes WALLIS? SSKSCSS*SHSVSSKSSEBSICARTASECrKCcesesresstcsseaesevrees oner, emevenicn nN ves & Emitlenne Romeuf, a French girl, f twenty-two years old, was the first to @ feel this change after the gentle spray @ of the ocean touched her cheeks, and She spent her evenings on deck with @ #2 Italian tenor named Nicola Raspa. Emilienne came over to wed Ray Hewlett, an American doughboy, and, ® more than that, she came over on Hewlett’s hard-earned $190, but upon ® reaching this shore she declared that ja she would marry no one but the italian. After the Travellers’ Aid had investigated this young man's record and the Hillis Island officials fg Were satisfled about certain condi- tions, the young lady was permitted to wed her new lover and Hewlett's $190 was returned to him. In the mean time Cupid flew back to @ the other side to work other miracles with seafaring maidens, moonlight- decked ships und strange young men who steal “other fellows’” would-be brides, ‘This time little twenty-one- year-old Nell Butler, a pretty English typist, who was journeying to Halifax to wed Capt. T. H. Kitchin, is the victim, On the ship she met, her RAL fate, Capt, Paul Miller of the English Army, and before the Royal George ‘reached Halifax she had j promised to be his wife, f; Capt. Kitchin was a good sport, 4 however, and when he learned the news he said: “All right, Nell, wed “he man of your choice.” But just as Capt. Miller and Miss Butler were to ® get the ring and the marriage license @ the Canadian immigration authorities decided that Miss Butler had no right to land in Halifax except as the bride — 2 fide. GOING DOWN by ‘The Prom Publishing Co, we York Bxeuing World.) AY, Brother, what do you do with your spare time? I mean, whe ou are riding to and from busin If there is a moment to spare, why not learn a little bit of poetry? Not for sentimental purposes, but to gét your mind in working order. sn’t it funny so many men go to gymnasiums and take such good care of themselves in order to be In physical condition, while, th Lord knows, their minds are far from at! The trouble with vur thinking 12 not in what we ought to think but in what we ought NOT to think—wasted men- tul effort. I venture to say that you can get four hours a day in by keeping a little bit of poetry in your pocket and reading and Jearning it in spare time, Please try it, and oblige, Yours truly, ALFALFA SMITH. FPSS Ses KSESKK SIR SHSEDS USSETE OMMISSIONAR FREDBRICK A. WALLIS, the artist and I are just 4 trifle puzzled over the power of the sea. Is there such a thing as a “sea heart?” possible that the wild waves are acconntabie for @ Gtiange of | Twice during the month of June two pretty girly one French the 3} ailed trom the other side to wed their soldier sweet- but before they reached the land of the free they discovered that the ocean es and little Dan Cupid bad pierced them with a second trip had MISS NELL BUTLER. ~'' of Capt. Kitchin, who is a citizen, So Miss Butler was put upon the Caronia and sent » to Ellis Island to deported to England. Because Commissioner Wallis takes a personal interest in all people who come to Ellis Island he visited Miss Butler with the artist and my: when we gained his permission to seck her out and ask why she had changed her mind, “How do you know you've met the right man this time?” asked the Com. missioner after he had shaken hands with Miss Butler and asked her if she is being well treated’ while she waits for her case to come up and Capt. ‘Miller, who is on his way to New York, to appear. “What assur- ance have you that you will not meet a third man?” Nell Butler, an exceptionally pretty girl, typically English in her whole- Some pink aad white Englishy way, dropped her eyes a moment, then giv- ing a@ tilt to her large green straw hat she looked Commissioner Wallis Squarely in the face and said: “1 only THOUGHT I was in love the first time, now I KNOW I am Then turning to me Miss Butler said, “It is not the ocean, nor Cupid, nor fickleness which accounts for this change, but simply love. It is true I thought IT was in love with Capt Kitchin, otherwise | should not have left my’ mather and my pretty home in Manche: But before I had been out on the water two hours Capt, Miller walked by my steamer chalr, doffed his cap and asked permission to lake a chair next to mine. L knew it was unconventional for mre to allow him to sit beside me, but there was something in his eye which made me nod assent. After a short conversa- tion I knew I was desperately in love The next day he proposed and 1 told him about Capt. Kitchin, but we both decided t we could not give each other up.” Asked about Capt. Kitchin's Rind- ness in paying her passage and what she could do along that line, Miss Butler smiled and said: “Every girl is privileged to change her mind, and T am quite sure to do with love.” “f shall do all [ little jady,” the Commissioner told me, “1 cannot tell you how deeply interested 1 am in every case which comes ‘before me. I spend all my time here, even Sundays, much to Mrs. Wallis's dismay,” But, alas! Yesterday Capt. Miller appeared at Ellis Isiand, and the Board of Inqury found it had no right to interfere with the decision of Canadian authorities, so the young woman will be deported. Miller wiil probably returmby the same boat, but who knows what trick the wild waves will mlay this time! money bas nothing can to help the The Hawkshaw Force Are ms SS <=? AS THE CENSORS WOULD HAVE NO FUN Con t.. 1020, (Tue New York Evening World.) By Maurice Ketten 7 | THERE /S ANOTHER WOMAN CALL ING FoR HELP ( T ners FoR Me NOW tt! Mr Marguerite Mooers Marshal! Conyright, 1920, by The Prewt Publishing Co, (Tae New York Brening World.) W YORK may be naughty, dar- ink, prohibition-defying, sham: less—oh, well, everything t Rev, John Roach Straton says it is Maybe! But this is the season of the yeur when we are again reminded that on one great moral question New York takes the side of the angels, that in one particular the city's conscience is as white as its police regulations are blue. Of course, I am referring to the feminine bathing dresa us prescribed by municipal decree, as enforced by official censors and volunteer snoopers -—the perfectly pure, militantly moral bathing dress of the New York woman, Consider the cherished Coney Island regulations fie Coast, m Ingland, even the olerate without blush- ing the -p) bathing suit for women, Not Coney! Revere Beach, t gutside blaseless Boston, may rt ' x, — oan allow the stockingless, even the sock. SENS/BLE BATHING costume. periodically, at the New York woman's less, feminine leg. Not Coney! ‘undecent” evening dress, But the “No one-piece suits,” says Coney, in police do not go into the ballroom or her annual spasm of Plymouth Rock the opera houxe and, pointing to the propriety, “All skirts below the— corsage of a gecollete frock, exclaim, ahem—knee, Legs of ladies--beg par- don; of course 1 should say - “Thus far shalt thou go and no fa ther!" There are no munictpal regu- lutions stating clearly which ure the LIMBS murt covered. Socks don't go. moral and which the immoral verte- Stockings, long stockings, must be brae, worn, No matter they do cost Just as with dance or dinner dresses money and if the the first Question is one aves are likely tu pull them off within five minutes of plunge. what is common sense, of VIRTUE? yet ordered every woman to put on a patr of coachman’s fur-trimmed boots What the freedom of the V's 1s unasausled/ 80 in the case of street costumes ths freedom of the knees is not even an isvue. Some of the ski street, during the past year bave shrunk-to a point beyond’ which the memory of man gveth not But no cop blushes, It is only the bathing sult which, however often it goes into is economy, 2 the real Thaven't wh before taking her «wim, but I'm thinks the water, may not #hrink, MUST not heceic! nrink! “It is only at tho bathing J . beaches that we have the Censor with Every now and then some John the the club Baptist, crying in 4 provincial wilder. “I was so amused,” Miss Gladys ness, demands frantically “But Buriton, the Slovee Pau pele. ARE) Ace t mode Jon, Woman’ from Selfridge’s, in London WHERE does that modern Babylon, at igeen tha te Aeieene New York, Draw the Line the one bathing sult ts not con I can tell him, New York's lr idered r, and thet your girls sartorial morality i8 drawn at the Must wear stockings when they swim, hint water lina. tn England re very liberal in The clerica) headline hunter ggyes. these matters.” , ‘They are, One bathing suit recent~ ris worn In the » THe CENso ARE Bund ia/ SHE CAN WAIT SHE IS NY WIFE abn) TO Low Evening tn TOWNS. ly bright jade black # er's fron, blue of form. And top te t and green ava-beotle kin neers a London shop was of a with a green-eyed ake coiling around the othe was and squins, =] covered Silver ‘sequins made form-fitting suit look like a A the detective force. food is to Hoover and drink couldn't run. unless he walked on crutches. No yegs ever cleaned out a place so thorough that he failed to leave a footprint. And’ that’s where the tin- star sleuth comes in! When the Central Office dick arrives at the scene of the crime he takes a census of the mudholes n the front lawn. All signs of outbound traffic indi- cate the yeggmen have got away— which is important. There is, no sense in chasing jewel fanciers un- less they have got away. So you se the footprints are important—espe- cially the outbound ones. There is no Iimf to a detective's genius or his nerve. The best of ‘em have travked carpets in some of the swellest homes of the United States and Canada, The Hawkshaw force are the guys that pluck the steer from mysterious, One steer and a Nttle bull are all that a dick re- quires, A smart sleuth dan get more ac- tion from a clue than most guys can get from a blue chip. If the psycho- analyst from headquarters can’t rua down the criminal he can at least run up the expense account. Sleuth- ing is a game where a guy |s always entitled to more than one gu’ pro- ‘vided he wears the tin star and the No. 10 shoes that show he belongs to the Guessers’ Union, In the old days Nick Carter was the prize sleuth of the land, Nick trailed the stick-up guys in the lean days when there were no Liberty bonds to pinch—in the days when bandits held up thelr prey with flint- lock guns instead of taximeters, It was in Nick's contract to sleuth through 36 pages of narrow escapes RS. RANGLE believes more “ce M in mediums than in the oulja bourd,“and she says she has seen cabinet workers do the most wonderful things.” “I've seen cabinet makers move chairs and tables, too,” said Mr. Jarr; ‘there ‘was nothing wonderfyl about ate “There you go! Always making fun of everything I sa: cried Mrs. Jarr. “I do declare it's no wonder that our children are saucy to me! ‘They see their father has no respec. for me; #0 why should they have?’ “Th now,” said Mr. Jarr sooth- ingly. “I was only joking. If Mrs. Hangle believes in spirtiualism I'm sure I do not object, but you'll adm't that the ‘spirits’ and ‘control’ m.gh* be better employed than ringing bells nd shaking tambourines in a black cloth cabinet in a darkened room.” “And you will admit that there is such a thing as spirit influences?” asked Mrs, Jarr, “Oh, yes,” admitted Mr. “there is somethng in telepathy, just as there is something in hypao- tism and perhaps spiritualism, but none of these things go as far as thor enthusiastic devotees claim. I haven't the psy mind,” added Mr, Jarr, “but I can read people's thoughts—co a certain extent.” "You're fortunate,” said Mrs, Jatt coldly. "I wish [ could do as much and read your thoughts—but perhaps ignorance is bliss in this case, Per- haps if I could tell you what you have been thinking or what you have been doing I might be quite unhappy.’ f > y Jarr, bath- close-ftting with imitation in long the Pacitie Coast one- jot at) all, not at all,” said My ta for women ure a common- Javt eagerly. “tL can read your p entirely sensible fashion thoughts and tell you what you have of going without stockings is per- been doing, but {i doesn't make me imissible at many points along the unhappy.” tlantic Voast-—except, of course, in “Why should it?” asked Mrs. Jarr, v York, ninety-nine apd forty-tive “{ never do anything | shouldn't do. one-hundredths per cent, pure. Yet in You ure at Uberty to tell me what I actual fact feminine underpinnings have been doing to-day, Let me hear In tight-fitting black silk stockings you do it.” have far more allure than when dis- — “Well,” sald Mr. Jarn, assuming aa viayed au naturel xpression of acute mental concent Of course her blameless but bulky uon, "you went out shopping to-day bathing suit makes swimming more You in a department store, you nee than a performance for saw a lot of things you would like ew York girl, fo have, but you couldn't afford to buy However, the Line is Drawn in this as in every othe your country cousins say you can get away with an tell ‘em that ind with mur jon in Liberty summer. thing in d you can get away er, dollar highballs bonds—-but if r an, you CAN'T get away % sensible bathing suit and the free- dom of the seas! these, so you ordered home some tin- ware, ‘Then you shopped in this neigh horhood and bought a finnan haddio and a cauliflower, The gas man called and you paid the bill and he didn't have any change and you didn't trust him, so you sent Gertrude out for 1, and she was gone # long time and it worried you, and Willie came hom witlp bis nose bleeding —and—but your And when New York, am you' with OUD DETECTIVES} Steer From Mysterious—One Steer and a Li! Bull Are All That a Dick Requires. By Neal R. O’ kara. . Coprrieht, 1920, By The Press Publishing Co. jUY that leaves footprints on the sands of time is a meal Footprints are to the gumshoe boys: everything. Without food Hoover couldn’t live, and without drink And no detective could get along without Copyright, 102, by The Pree Publishing Co, (The New York Bvening World.) the Guys That (The New York Hvéning World), is to Gov, Edwards. And that for 62 weeks a year, He ne @ vacation till the printers’ in '97. x On account of the white Shortage to-day, the sl longer appear in dime novels.) TRO boys are in the movies now! sd up-to-date detectives now two hours sleuthing in the' shadows and the-rest of the day sweating in fromt of mercury lights. No ri is a complete success until har done 20 reels of grappling with Unseen Hand or the Masked D And your modern bulls in for phoney disguises! mystery is deep, the wise takes two weeks off to raise @ set of whiskers, That B criminals a fortnight’s start, but what is a fortnight when a is good for seven years? i The quick way for a bratny to disguise himself is to wear that fit him while on the job, and Temove his Hd in the presenge frails. No guy obeying th cate Chesterfield rules of c can ever be suspected of being @ bloodhound. eee But at that, the modern sleuth d@- — serves crhdit—he is always ow thé job, Pinkerton has recovered kidnapped silverware than 81 Holmes ever saw in @ dope and William J. Burns has a more bad eggs than the food inspectors. Yea, bo! Td. faet, ‘ew have done more trailing tham William J. Burns, with the tion of William J. Bryan, » Presidential year you will always. find Bryan trailing. . A a a ce la el Ba mind is Wandering. Unless re ; centrate it on what you were to-day I can tell you no further: eom= centrate’—— “Concentrated lye!” imi Mrs. Jarr, “For that’s about ag i as you know te I'm right, but you won't admit it,’* insisted Mr. Jarr. ' % You are not right—not in oug\sin~ thing!" declared Mrs, Jarr. 4 ‘How did I know all these then?” asked Mr, Jarr, You don't know them. only guessing,” she replied. go downtown shopping. The C,, packages of tinware you saw hall are some things Mrs, the money with me to pay had to go uptown to her st day, and, knowing the things, coming, and not being able’ ter by the janitor at her house wit money, and having a fuss with body else, she left @ note on for the delivery man to bi here. : “Oh, I might have missed ome thing,” said Mr. Jarr, “but"——- “But you missed them all,”.inters rupted Mrs. Jarr. “You smell haddie and cauliflower cook! supper, But it's next door, stains you saw on Willie’s shi paint stains. The gas bill ome the mantel was paid day before yester- day, The ten, dollars Gertrude; went out to change when I had te after her by the janitor because: stood at the firehouse flirting. with the firemen—of which you, were t was for Mra. ‘Kit he Other than these mistakes you're a wonderful mind reader. © And Mr, Jarr was so mad he down on Mrs. Jarr’s oul, which was on the soft brome it. — —_——— " reds Pew Ca eS ee ork tae Welt OM A Missourian baw designed ap justable bookmark to be sll the edge of @ page and with a 4 that moves sidewise or vertically, HS Two Engtish electricians hay vented an automatic switoh the current from electric mo in mines if the deadly fire. present, Government investigation coveries of extensive {i