The evening world. Newspaper, February 9, 1921, Page 21

WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1921 No More ‘Jazz’ or ‘Shimmy’ for Poor Lo! THEY MAKE HIM WILD! UGH!' UGH! Missionary Beets Insists That the Saxophone and { the Snare Drum Are Driving the Indian { Back to Savagery—But There’s Hope. Copyright, 1921, by tho Preas Publishing Movements of the dance, the captive”—eraphophone! Except for the last word that sen- tence might have been lifted bodily out of any gory Indian tale of other daye—now, might i not? And yet, we are told, it is a truthful descrip. tion of the present state of Lo, th poor Indian, whose untutored mind ‘Anoweth the jazz and thinketh it a find. ‘ Lo, Otess his old heart, is hearing fhe call of the wild! Romance is NOT dead! And never a blue law fuse among the aboriginal Ameri qans! To anybody with any imaginatioa ‘me punplest patch in recent news despatches is the announcement, dy Dr. Henry Beets, a missionary, that @ee Indian is “going wild" again, re- weeting to type under the suby aive influence of jaz music and dancing. “Tho roll of the snare drum,” we read delightedly, “and the wail of the saxophone, combined with the ‘toddie’ and the ‘shimmy,’ stir atavistic memories of the tomtom and the ebriek of the victim at the etalke.” Somebody is always taking the joy out of life, so of course Beets, who is the secretary of the missions of the Christian Reformed Church, introduced a, resolution tefore the Friends of the Indian, mecting in Philadelphia, to forbid Indian bo: and girls from dancing the modern steps. And the Friends passed the resolution and will send it to the In- dian Bureau at Washington. By all means, et us save the Indian from himeelf! Yet something tells mo that it will take more than a reso- jution to can the canned jazz with which the noble red man has been -egaling himself—not to mention his squaw. = Less than a year ago it was my yainful daty to chrenicle in these vlumns the modern Indian's apparent lows of “pep.” Acconling to a wigwag from the wigwam, last spring 4 Yamous Sioux chief, Standing Bear, instituted divorce proceedings agains’ his wife bequuse she tore up al his ailk shirts and smashed his wrist ‘watch, “Heap Big Chief seemingly had benome “Poor Hen Peck.” “His siney softened by silken wearing appa: { wrote, is tomahawk hand px yzed by the insidious influence - wrist watch—to such base usage does he come at last. Probably he writes ree verse, drinks Itussian tea with cream cheese sandwiches every after- noon at five, and hae substiturted pro- Meiency in ehimmy* dancing for the wild war dances of other days. And now, it ecems, the shin mat given back to him the fine t his past, the untamed, primitive motions, the primordial passions, the splendid savage stuff, For desperate Tipeases, desperate remedies, After ocades of living in Goverment houses, inetead of tents on the plains; of eat- ing Government best, instead of buf- ; of using the old family ecalping knife on potatoes, instead of on pale- tases; of colleeting royalties on oil lands and spending them for wrist watches and motor cars, instead of bead necklaces ond ponies—after all this debilitating, effete, nnromantis elvilization, which has ruined the red man from the viewpoint of adventure ‘ales and of the movies—still, all is act lost. Probably the parior of his Govern- ment house now resounds with the wild, Mood-ourdiing yells which used to echo about his camp fire. What matter if he chants, “Oh—my queen 's—you-l—anean, you're—a dream,” or some similar syncopated lyric, in- stead of “Ugwalah-gug-umph,” or other unpronounceable battle criss of yore? I's the spirit behind the words that counts. As for his squaw, after she has wayed through the shivering shimmy for an ‘hour or so she probably feels just like sticking lighted pine splin- nfo a paleface captive, or mak- ne bim run the gamtlet. Perhaps hat's wiy—in dearth of the captive- Mrs. nding Bear tore up her ponse's silk shirts. She doubtless “id to take out ber atavistic memories something! t won't last, of course. The busy eformers will feol it tr duty to tye the Rei Man blue indeed, as their efforts , y and truly, abov. nentioned Segun, ¥ nd 2x8 sentimentilizing agid he supposediy ctvillzed Lo's lon to type through the influence « ost mexiern and sophisticated Seem a most amusing proof of fact that when you push human ature IN just so far it promptly will tick OUT just us far again in an- ODD INVENTIONS. N Arkeraas man hi ; vented a sorkseraw mounted at & handle, from ti end of which project Headed wires to extract corks that have been pushed into bottles An electro-magnetic instru- ment has been invented by a Vrench scientist to test a per- son's memory and power of attention the savage greater frenzy by the beat of the drum and the wailing shricks of By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. Co, (The New York Evening World.) red men were roused to 6 F coveme their gleaming, bronze bodies to right and left in the wild GIRL EVANGELIST, 12, IS “*BILLY SUNDAY” OF PITTSBURGA AGNES YINCHESTAIN WHLVE- YEAR-OLD MARY AGNES VITCHESTAIN is only a school child, but her Bermons have earned for her the title “the Billy Sunday of Pittsburgh.” She ia a newspaper editor's daughter and has been preaching as an evan- Gelist since she was nine years old in the Baptist churches throughout Pennsylvania, lara GLANCE Coosriadt, 101. by tim Prem Pytiliting Oo, ‘The Nex York Hrenine World.) No. 16—Verdi’s ‘‘Otello.”” Daemons the wife of Otello, the Moorish General of the army of Venice, has preceded her husband to Cyprus and lives in the castle which overlooks the har- bor, It is evening, and as she looks over the stormy sea she sees Otello’s ship coming into port. Among the watch- ors by the shore are Iago and Cassio, Venetian officers, and Roderigo, a citazen of ice, It happens that lago has great bitterness against b commander, who has advanced Canslu over him, and rumor has it that Roderigo is in love with Desdemona. Otello reaches the shore in safety and goes at once to the castle, accom- panied by his followers, who return shortly and revel outside the tavern In omer to further his own ends, Jago gets Cassio drunk and incites Roderigo to taunt him. Cassio, draws mis sword, and in the brawl! that fol- lows, a bystander is wounded, but the tumult brings Otello from the castle and he dismisses Caasio from his service Some time orwand, Iago urges Casaio to induce Desdumora to inter- cede for him and ask his reinstate- ment. As the two are in the garden, Otello enters, nd finds Iago looking fixedly at the pair. “I do not like that,” mutters the Moor, already jealous of Cassio, and believing tha he is making lov when the wife Cassio, the G crease and are @ flame b; the insinuations of Iago. When he threatens Wie subordinate, Lago leads for a chance to prove the faithlessness of Des tomona. bf Vene Pr dors are coming to the d once more Desde- mona innocently a. for Cassio, Finally she # the 0 of her ushand's strange ns of late, and on her knees swears her fidelity, The chair circumstances fastens itself about Desdemona and Otello plans to poison h. lago urges him to stran- gie her ¥ she sleeps and offer £0 out and kill Cassto. The Venetian Ambassad arrive and announce the recall to Venice of Otello and the promotion of Cassio as Governor of Cyprus, Enraged, Otello strikes down his wife and swoons. As the populace, believing that the General will receive new honors on his return, cry “Hail to the Lion of Venice!” Tago smiles with malice and contempt. Otello enters the bedchamber of Desdemona and strangles her. He 1s then told by Emilla, the wife of Tago, of her husband's perfidy, and Oteilc kis bimeelf. Copyright, 1931 oy The Prem Iubtiaiaiy (Tie New York Event | KNOW | PUT IT IN | CAN. FIND EVERY THING BRUT WHAT OF Course ! ITS ALWAYS SOMETHING You DON'T NEED. A NiCKEL Fe INSTANCE Speaks Pogh Ts TSSOoO ,) PROVORING |4 —~— \f WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1921 pocemenasil Children, Because Copyright, 1021, by the Proke Publishing at at dinner Jokingly I said to her, “A penny at me and tears rolled down her cheeks, “Lam eure you would-be sur+ prised if you really knew what my thoughte aid thia wealthy woman. rrible thing pened And me It seems that her husband had in- wer me. has hap- then she tola to HER BEAUTIFUL HAIR FOR SALE TO KEEP FAMILY TOGETHER. | KNOW HOW Ta FIND 24uR KEY | THERE IS A ))) UTTLE TOKE IN EVERY RS. BEULAH MASON of Chi- cago has beautiful hair, She algo has a family of three laurhters, for whom she is cager to keop a comfortable home. By ri at ; Three v felng the hair she figures “an aeoonyplish her desire, for with the money the gale of her halr would bring she can buy a hemstitching machine and carn money at home, JARD FAMILY AR TING Hee READLS The Rich Woman Gave Up Her Necklace of Pearls to Help Meet Her Husband's Financial Reversegs— he Poor Woman Gave Up Her Pearls, Her Which Sacrificed Most? HE other night 1 During a Juil in our cbnversation I noted the woman thinking | deeply, with her head bowed over her gilded plate. ; i F} ; She Could Not Sup- port Them—Both Grieved—But ‘ Col (The New York Hvening World.) } with a woman—a vpry rich woman, for your thoughts.” She looked up * vested in stocks. The market took @ | stump, and while they still had one of } two millions left, they were somewhat “hard up," and that very day ghe haa § to pawn her pearis in order to meet the nutes that were due. So that night, for the firet time, the pearls were no longer around ber neck, and she wept for them. I listened to her story and then said to her: “f wish you would come with | me, I will ease your pain, I am sure. I cannot give yo! back your pearis, but perhaps I can give you a sense of comfort." I would take that woman to the home of a mother, a home where. too, @ terrible loss has come, Yesterday that mother took her pearts, three &f her children, and pawned them jugt aa the woman had pawned her pearls. She got in return a hope~a hope that they would be cared for. She took them to an institution—an asylum—and left the olinging arms that were around her neck to strane kere until such time when she can reclaim them, She will go on and “scrub her fine gers off.” Every day she will put by a paltry few pennies in a litthe hand- kerchief in the bottom of an old bue reau drawer, She will count them ever and over again in the ttle miserable hal bedroom. And the day will come perhaps when she will go to the instifietion — and will take out her precious p=) Perhaps she will nevér be able to do this. Perhaps they will grow up with the sign of the asylum, unredeemed by the one who loves them most, But in the interim the mother will come home at night from her labor, She will think “where are my chil- dren, what are they doing?” Shaq will remember the little mannerisms of each and every one over and over! again She will long for them, Her soul will ery out for them. In her dire distress she will reach out her arms, thinking she will bug them close, It will only be a shadow. And the mother heart will e sorely tried— every duy, every hour. Many a tear will fall into the wash tub and on the scrubbed floor over the pearls that ghe has had to ‘take from around her neck and give into other hands, No matter how kindly they be they are but strangers. She will not alt at a fine dinner in ngue S Walt beautiful garments and sigh because Bos 5 ; WS CARDELT: « reft of w fow baubles, forts coy V2). by the Pread Publtabing Co, (The New York Kvening World.) js the loss of her bables—fiesh of ere ai Te MEY PETE TE ry ; i h 1 her over his lone, last ten- ber flesh :< = 66] VE just comembered that I won handed her over his lone, last Young Son of U.S. Consul - x np eae z $ vu last week whan 1 Glee bil How often destitution and distreg 7 F % ee “Now band the money back to me, and aia a a ha : ~ Cae 7 ? P ow band the pac 4, and even death hovered around General Wilber Picked bet It would bo @ nice day. Ont quickly,” commanded Mr. Sarr. “I'l in those days when they were Uae i you haven't paid me yet,” remarked pe you n't do it even in a mup- : ¥ Up Several Languages Mrs, Jary whon Mr, Jarr camo home posititious case without anruing and tote ee she sh through every tor : . # claiming that you didn’t reatly mean ture before the decision of this last a- the other evening. While His Dad Was Sta i Ae Ue eae eo iuwaen ele to Det or without saying that T am parting, : b " ean to 10 calles’ - ' : tioned Abroad. onl wages” wail. Mi dure mean to grant to collect my win’ Ah me! 1 think T will make the That's the way you always do," wouldn't have paid you, and so on." Teh woman a better woman. I think * By Fay Stevenson. ried Mra Jair. “If T made a bet with . "1 won't do anything of the kind, when she gets those pearls back, she Copmetcht, 1921. by the Prom Iublishing Co. ee A aay va PM a real sport! said Mes. Jarre. will sell them. She will take the (The Now York Brening World ) and lost it and d pay, “You didn't bet with me and you money out and use it in the high- OME little three-year-old chaps never hear tho last of it!" didn't win, But [did bet with you the ™ a yr have difficulty in speaking onr "Put I just gave you all the money Cther day and I did win. So here's ways and byways of ie. lateuage. at not David F. Wil | had, except my pocket money for $5 Change out of your $10.” And she She will stop mothers from being = . Ds ul, : ‘ P over #he money Separated from the priceless human ber jr. David might be summed up th Mr. Jarr ex- “Iul, Great Seott! That isn't fair. pearis chubby, clubby and conversational, How can I get through the week on ve steaks , othe $67" cried the disgrunticd man She will get a reflection and a com- for he speaks four languages at the Fi has not a : . ri y 04 ‘ thr Mra, Jarr , A% best you can; you shouldn't parison that only real life can give age of three. ng 7 a bet unless you can afford to lose; I've ‘Thia woman has good in her as many ‘This precocious little k die is the FI na money you gave m6 often heard you say that,” gaid Mrs. such a ait a P ‘ son of David F, Wilber, former Co é as my monoy, but the money you Jarr coolly Sho will do with a few trinkets iB Se area Fe we ate a tae ee eee ney. L would have “And Mr. Jarr tried to bhaff it out, lesa in order that others may eos sul General pf the United States 1OMt, (WAS. YOUE. INSDSE mo that he really intended to settie his saved trials and tribulations, at Genoa, who has just returned to paid if L had lost bot that way and only wanted to It i good beyond measure for this this country on his way to his new “Women never pay their wets, that know if Mre. rr was sharp enough lady of leisure with her man of mille + station in New Zealand. iE ie to men,” suid Mr. Jarre. “When 1 t0 collect if given the opportunity. ons to get a new slant of things, “We have never tried to encourage 5 bet you it was only a joke. David jr. to speak the foreign lan i “You won't find it a practical joke 7 n guages,” said Mrs. Wilber as young P retorted Mr Ja 1 want the David sat upon the floor and played i © dollars 1 won," q ; ‘ ry * - 84 COL. ye baby of tre “Ho just simply q how women ar about ieslege Pare LLABELLE MAE DOOLITTLE, And he sat down in a chair, seeme fe are eet i este. 6 en it i ae persh Ke : . : e tel = } eh E the noted poetess of Delhi, was And he looked in the cupboard, too, 2 Jo you understand all there | se inmpired at exactly 612 o'clock — And there were nd pies there, a Davide’ £ hE “aerate and T won't say Monday evening, and she ‘wrote 9 por jig deer old wife was dead, too, “Come: t | ee poem that will live for years. It told And he was more sad than ever? y 1 ‘ 4 ae. “Bnd story of a maniwho died quictly. 44 again Ne'sut down tn the Chil how Te ‘ B ost Case. er ' When she had finished it she hurried 4 = bid guages.”"* just supposin All to Hugus Ha vhere the Women's And he did not feel in high feather, But Day : have made abet and petterment League oldi eaten Meters ; , ‘ Battarment. wos holding & Ang while he sat there all alone, when I attemp’ h eting, and adked that she he per 7 such as “Je sui t t pay you then—thia initted nan He was called to go up high, think pourquoi” I wa: e: D 4 r M Jarr indeed you may, my dear, said And he quickly died; poor fellow? French he looked . 7 - Promptreee Pertle, heartily Doesn't this make you want t Brepe ink it will furnish the ladies ae vow wonthso' Sum laughed ’ food for thought,” maid Miss Doolit. And he is now with his dear ones, “Dav k ; ; modestly. “All right, girts—here And he is'a happy old man, ’ MRS DAVID F WILBER 4NO David JR STEARS OD little poctess stepped forward 700 bad, indeed too bad! Tan’t if : “But he knows how mprovise and ber Ho suys a nis “and on the rostrum with a cute possuma This sad tale of old Farmer Sunt, Ap’ Ustens Sry: SACRBEEY, tO) I t fey wall Sor yer. Cotnung t ¢ you stop und read the following absolute 2 ng every one sald. Then ag ‘UPA thi RES Prony nae i s father showed f A you 4 5 pe At the conclusion of the reading of soon as he could talk, I don’t re- ioe eee Trae en he water; so that night ne! : It waa night inside the house the poem, Mrs a Squabble arose member just what age that was, he 1? to tol a Pre faa bisa ‘a Tae A ® DES OR Ai And everything twas still, 4nd said she thought a vote of thanks toddied around with the Is, the Shar resn ete tae brett éaie Ko. and ttle fishes Well, PH ¢ And the old country farmer was duc Miss Doolittlg for her fine different nurse girls and made boon : f ' Was eoming we the hill D companions of th J a7 8 puzzled look upon will ' t ‘ : nts fort on fe “4 ; "What a beautiful death!” said Mra, boys. At two years sri : ae Lo n David jr And he was thinking of the past, ousimte, “Death is wondertul these. ldngueeee cand iD f f see oper hee 4 ee ene ' And of his pretty lost child he was tulad oe ak aaaal well.” dated ai! t id min And it was Christmas evening ; ber husband is an undertaker and "AD Da ay ena 1 i “4 . ooked like commercialism, * upradak"-couil aa tee | course, A Goodness! how time fies! ea do mwost the indies Siena . Pa ahd peed - with great gusto, Not 6 me Mfry. Wilber t wie ae Mer, Jerr 1e% in He went into hia lonely house, A oer ne i | ew ee ef eee 2 ese eee nee es 2 >