The evening world. Newspaper, August 26, 1922, Page 11

Must Test Truth Out for Himself, Says Head of He- brew Orphan Asylum— Playmates Teach Him to Mould Character Right Way. ® By Fay Stevenson. Gopyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) ‘by Press Publishing Company. LL the ‘‘dont’s"’ and “mustn’ts" and “what will happen to you if you do’ in the world won't make s manly man out of a boy or & womanly woman out of a girl half as quickly as the youngster’s own playmates, athletics and competitive games. ‘This ts the practical philosophy of Lionel J. Simmonds, Superintendent of the Hebrew Orphan Asylum, Am- aterdam Avenue and 188th Street. Mr. Simmonds’ charges number 1,200 and there is very little about girl and boy nature he has not studied and weighed and measured, “You can tell a child that ‘honesty is the best policy’ every minute in the day,’ Mr. Simmonds told me as we wat in his office overlooking the well kept grounds of the asylum, “but this means little to him unless you can test this truth out for him, “His playmates will soon hound this into him, atheltics will spur it into him and even the competitive games played upon the streets will teach him how to mold his character the right way. The disapproval of his fellows when he violates the tra- ditional rules of combat Is worth more in the process of making him honest than all the precepts of his teachers and all the discipline of his elders.’ “After all, doesn't a child always cry that his parents ‘don't stand’ him?" | asked . “That's the old, old ery,'’ replied Mr, Simmonds. ‘‘I believe there is @ tendency, which T think quite natural, on the part of youngsters to resent the Intrusion of adults into their af- fairs. But let juveniles discipline juveniles and you find things very dif- ferent. Put a boy in a ball game and the chances are good that he will not deliberately violate the rules more than once. That Is the wisest way to illustrate that ‘honesty is the Policy.” “Judge Newberger, President of our athletic club, says that athletics mean the life of a nation. Personally, I believe that our boys were able to do so well in the war because most of them knew how to play a good game of baseball. They had the physical background and courage needed to push ahead. This may also be said of England, who goes in for sports with the same energy that we do. But the great feature to athletics ts the fact that it teaches a boy to play square.’ “Did you say boy?"’ I asked. “How about all our athletic girls who are making such wonderful records of late?’ . “I am coming to that,"’ sald Mr. Bimmonds. ‘'T betleve that is one rea- son why girls are doing so well in the business world to-day—because they have learned to play basketball, tennis, to win swimming records and to even go in for baseball. By play- ing these games and winning athletic titles they gain physical background, self-reliance, team work and learn to shake the hand of the winner “When you come to think of It,"" summed up Mr. Simmonds, ‘‘all life ‘sg @ game and in order to play it well we need practice work and plenty of good, substantial tests, We go in for every athletic game in this Institution with the exception of football, and we consider that a dangerous game, in- filcting too many accidents to make it worth while. Baseball, soccer, bas- ketball, handball, tennis, swimming, rowing and even the more tnsignifi cant competitive games all help to give a boy or a girl character, perse- verance and that spirit to beat next time even if you lose at first.”’ Although Mr. Simmonds team work and the co-operntive spirit which most athletic games develop, he @dvocates swimming as the most va!l- uable outdoor sport to mould charac- ter. . “Swimming tests the In more than any other sport,’ he “because it gives him courag throws him entirely upon his own resource: A good swimmer soon fearns that it Is not enough to ‘kerp your head above water’ but you must learn to battle with the dashing waves and overcome many obstacles. Since all life teaches us It is not enough to ~keep our heads above water, or liter ally just to keep breathing, but to forge ahead, swimming develops an independence and courage In girl and boy nature which probably cannot be gained any place cise." Mr, Simmonds belleves under- best jeves In vidual id, end that the Don’t Depend Upon Your ‘‘Don’ts”’ to Teach Child Right boys and girls who play such com- petitive games as they may arrange in the city streets also learn how to be honest and fair and play square. He strongly advocates what he terms ‘twilight play" or games after dinner, when it is coolest. “From 6.30 to 8.90 it ts still ight," said Mr. Simmonds, “and that is the time for city boys and girls to in- dulge in good, healthy games like ‘Cops and Robbers,’ ‘Hide and Seek,’ ‘Tar Baby,’ ‘Prisoners’ Base,’ ‘Kick the Can,’ and ‘Red Rover.’ “These games call for little appara- tus or paraphernalia but foree a child to keep within certain rules and above all to play ‘fair.’ Let a boy or @ girl try to cheat {n these games or to take an unfair advantage and the dis- approval he wins after tht first tres pass is enough to force him to rem- edy his ways.” Besides his numerous charges at the asylum Mr. Simmonds has a small and Wrong son to bring up, and instead of point ing that dreaded finger to the un- pleasant musto of ‘don't’ and “mustn't? he belleves tn letting his son partake in games with children his own age. As time goes on this young man will probably go In for baseball and the athletics which wiit train him how to play fair far better than all the maxims and gentle re minders from adults. “The abstract principles of religion taught to a child in the home, school or church,’ declared Mr. Simmonds. ‘mean little unless you can put that child In a position where he is faced with temptation, You must teach him the advisability of keeping those commandments and show him ‘why’ like the man from Missourt. When he stands up in the baseball field his comrades seo to it that he plays ac cording to rules, and because he !s taught to mould his character along these lines he will play the game of life fair and square. A Gentleman By Sophie Irene Loe’ Copyright 1922 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Co. B it is—a gentleman, who never fails a friend, Nor engages against a foe: but squarely. Recognizing the equality of man and woman Yet never failing to remember that she Belongs to his Rather than te! But calls him to tell him. mother’s sex. And then tempers the trend of the times. With the chivalry of days gone by. He it {s who is never out of class with the lowly No matter how he has walked with the peers. He lets you learn of the heroic things about him 11 himself. Hie is ever a “good fellow” because He never misses the opportunity to be one. Such a one stands up for his friend publicly to task in private. Nor does he seek to know what you do not wish He It {s who realizes that marriage involves two and not one. Who gives the word of praise and appreciation to the woman He has married—as he does to all Who, knowing he is right, Never insists on proving {t 1s 80. others. Such a one ever parts company with the snob Who boasts of his conquests of woman, He believes you innocent until you are proved gullty. Neither loud clothes nor loud talk are part of his make-up. He is always the man “higher up” Who grasps the hand of the man “lower down.” He understands that to be honest is not a virtue But an innate quality that must be continued. He refuses to live on the labor of others. Ant knows always that kindness is the keynote of life. He never neglects his wife on the excuse That she does not understand him. He always overlooks trifles that if argued become magnified And most of all, a gentleman proves himself one By action rather than by word. WISH | SATURDAY, AUGUST 26, 1922. (Mew Yor! "DR BROUGHT MY BATHING SUIT \’D LIKE To TUMP INA NICE POOL OF WATER (2 Wi < | AM AFRAID SOMEBaADY MIGHT CONE et bree lll K\ DMG NG [Llvns Te < sss Cul Sv Aa . wt ll ¢§ INS THEREIS AN /OLD DESERTED - ff POOL SOMEWHER a oe World) By Press Pub. Co, By Maurice Ketten | HAVEN'T SEEN A SOUL NEAR HERE LET S GOIN LIKE WE USED To IN THE OLD SWIMMIN? HOLE _ IN THE FIFTY Yea |HAVE BEEN eS Kick in “Caap1 One Swallow and You Do the “Devil-Devi!’’ Da in Brazil by Gordon MacCreagh. > By Caroline Crawford. EWARE of the Caap!, a Devil- B Devil dance, and also the drink which fs used to inspire one on in the dance! No, we are not talking about flap- pers or hootch or anything nearly as tame. Our above warning comes from the lips of Gordon MacCreagh, eth- nologist, who has just returned from South America, where for elghteen months he has been a member of the Mulford Biological Expedition which explored the Amazon Basin. Although thls dance was belleved to be extinct by scientists, Mr. Mac- Creagh related the story of the Caapl which he witnessed on the Tiqui River among the Indians who were con- quered by the Incas on the Waupes, a tributary of the Rio Negro, In Brazil. As this young explorer told his ple- story a small family of wild- played about his studio at No, 21 Kast 14th Street, Jumping upon the writer's lap with all the assurance of tamo kittens “The Caap! takes Sts name from the drink which Is used {1 the dance,"? ex- plained Mr. MacCrenph. “The drink 1s made from a vine which ts out down and boiled. It is a thin drink and tastes like any drink made from xreen things, rather bitter you know and er’ “But you didn't take any of it ald you?" I interrupted “Indeed I did,” proudly corrected MacCreagh, “and I felt so brave and so inspired that T got all togged up like the rest of the Indians, I did, I didi" “And then? “Then T did as the Indians did for a whole day, but that fs nothing to my credit for the women danced for a day and o night. When it came time to go in for the Dovil-Devil dance where you challenge the devil, the effect of the caapl wore off and I ped out of the dance.'* “Is this drink Intoxteating?”* “No, there tsn't the slightest bit of sohol declared Mr, Mac- Creagh. mply makes you feel terribly strong and brave, T had no intention of entering the dance or making an ‘diot out of myself but, after I drank the usual portion given to the Indians—about a quart—T sim ply felt so brave that T insisted on joining in the dance. T can't begin to say what there is in the drink #0 1 brought some of this caapi, for yee. nce—Discovered thine and have given it to Dr, He i Rusby, Dean of the Columbia of Pharmacy. “But after | { hot an amaz- ing effect ¢ had upon me,” continued the 6x “T refused to drink any mor The Indians kept right on ng it, at least those who int challenge the devil did. The w were not per- Tuitted to drink it ut all, and after the first day and + they were ordered to 1 ks, in which forty or fifty f 4 live ther. For, after al! ince ia really meant to give st to the men When there of crops « things are gone with the they indulge int to keep the spirit of evil from 1) ¢ “The moment nen leave, the Dance. dancers then settle down to a serious mood, and at dusk euch dancer takes 4 reed pipe which makes a sound like an owl. Then begins a long rhythmic dance, each man blowing for all he is worth upon his pipe. Forty men were in the dance I saw besides six chosen ones, who went through a secret ceremony “All this takes place about night, when the woods are dark, with only an occaslonal to brighten things up. hour of this dance, accompanies this weird music, makes ev most ghastly, 1 was de 1 had not taken any moro caat Then suddenly the six special men appeared, winding thelr way amons the other dancers. Because they been through a secret cerem: mid of them was supposed to } devil, but none of the forty dar knew whicli one he was. “These Devil-Devils car horns and known as the J men. They also make a wel ful noise which blends tn wit pipes the dancers use, ‘Ther the challenge, The bravest hits one of the six imen shoulder. Wor all he knowa t low may be the devil. Every these six men carries a lone and when he ts challenged he ! the ck lenger with a la sounds all through the w “And this is the te dancer im able to keen + t dancing and still continues | Above, Weirdly Painted Indian Women Ready for the First Day's Dance—At Left, Gordon MacCreagh Dresi Hour after ! Puts Kick 1n the Feet! d for the “Devil-Devil” his owl-Mke pipe with the very same strength the devil will not harm him for the coming yi If he gives tn under the lash or allows his pipe to become the least tone fainter he ts lost and the devil will surely get him the coming year."* “How many of the forty dancers gave in after their challe “Not one," rather prowtly replied Mr. MacCreagh. ‘1 was astonished their strength and self-control ter the stinging I: whip. hes of this great The whip raises terrible welts but not a man gave in.’ All of which prove their caapi,"* I laughed the power of it MacCreagh shook his jead and firnily declared he was very glad he hot taken another quart Wor ovlinarily Tam a ve type of man," he 1 stuff makes one so t ints to. recklessne And yet if you took erful enapl and thi in New York you 1 ugh to have the town eal, You would + rt 1 of Investments, « trike ords, ¢ ing the st wot friend's pocket fas That's just i," agreed al at ifraid, My, Tim n't drink but one 4 tuff and dropped out of the Devil dance just in time The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardell Copyright 1922 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Co. Clara Mudridge-Smith sym- pathetically, as the plain- clothes detective burst into tears as he told the sad story of how a police- man's life was not a happy one when the Federal authorities were always snooping round to confiscate the Fx- hibits A whenever a good big selzure of quor was made from the ubiqul- tous rum-runners. “Be good to me, folks,” said the detective weakly, and he put his arms around Mrs. Clara Mudrtdge-Smith and kissed her absent-mindedly. “I don't want to atir up trouble,” sald Mr. John W. Rangle “This ain't my house and !t ain't my party. It's Mrs. Jarr's house, and the party, as T understand it, ts being given to the two Misses Cackleberry of Philadelphia, who are Mra. Jarr's guests, But one of the Cackleberry girls has run off with Dr. Gilbert Gumm in Jack Silver's machine, and the other one has got Jack Silver out in the hall, necking him to muffoca tion, poor guy. Le he the poor man!" erled Mrs. no “As I say, I don't want to accune anybody, but it seems to me that some fiend tn human form muat have put furniture polish tn our fair host ess'a Prohibition punch, And this bull tn plain clothes here'’-——and nt this Mr. Rangle indicated the dete: tive with a scornful «lance——"has been given three glasses of the punch and {9 overcome by his libations. He thinks this ts a petting party. Wil he one of the local Ku Klux Kian that will give three whistles and « groan, and break his hold on Mr Smith's bride and throw the Inter loper out of the window.’ “Oh, {t's all right, it's oll right piped up old man Smit “Pin sure the offlcer means it all very respect fully, And, then, my wife is used to edmiration, In fact, she expecta ad miration, she insists on adm!r and Tam rather proud so universally admired +, my health ain't what {t use “But if the Janes—t + the are to be Admired eats )a can, let It be done by t said John W, Tha wife gave him a hard, , net? in matters of admiration,” Mr, Ran- je continued boldly, “let it be done by home talent, #0 to speak." “Now please don’t create a scene!"’ Mrs. Clara Mudridge-Smith objected with a simper. “I'm sure the officer means nothing but courtesy and re- spect,’ and she gazed complacently at the detective, who seemingly had gone to sleep standing up, with his head on her shoulder. “Of course he does!" chimed tn all the other Indies. “Somebody must have put some- thing in my Prohibition grape Juice punch," sald Mrs, Jarr, looking around. “Why, Mr. Pinkfinger has fallen asleep at the piano, too." She ran to the kitchen and returned with @ bottle of household ammonia and soon revived the detective and Mr. Pinkfinger. Whereat Mr, Pink- finger began to pound the piano with “The Awakening of the Lion," by Kontsky, one of the most deafening compositions known to music, and tt being 8 A. M, the tenants in apart. ments above and below began again to pound the floors and cellings and hammer at the radiator pipes. “Hey, youse!"’ cried the now aroused guest @etective, going to the alrshaft and calling out of the window “I'm Detective McGontgle of the Boot- leg Squad and if you don't quit that noise stuff I'll pinch youse all for dis- orderly conduct and having booze hidden away in your flats, and youse 1 know all have got It hived away, too, and most of youse has got stills in your kitchen algo. And I know tt." At these words a dead silence pre- valled, and as Mr. Jarr remarked, you could hear a pint drop—if any one had been so unfortunate as to drop tt. Going Down! EAR Anxious One: Others around you are getting Some are moving f others. They are the workers, If you have never learned what work is, NOW is the time to learn. Hard work is preceded by clear thinking. Make up your mind what you want to do and then do it. The time to commence any- thing is NOW, Yours truly, ALFALFA SMITH Fables for the Fair Ananias and Sapphira —Summer Model By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) by’ Press Publishing Company MORAL: One Good Lie De- serves Another. A tees: looked like something drawn by Christy, And he was a Snappy Dresser. Never, out of the movies, had Sapphira such = magniti cent sports clothes, And she wouldn t have Uked his ties better {f she had chosen 7 them herself They ALWAYS matched his socks! His pompadour Had the well known gloss of raven's wing— Or, {f you prefer the metaphor, the shine of a greased cat On his patrician upper lip He wore one of those trick war mus taches. He had a neat taste in canes, And carried the latest thing in silver flasks. Finally, he talked about ‘his people in Europe for the summer; About cabling ‘the old man" for more funds, }bout ‘the oar’ which he expected “his chauffeur’ to bring up almoat any day— It had broken dowf just before he left town, And thers was some hitch about the repairs. Oh, T assure you, Anantas was the hotel's prize cake-eater. And Sapphira knew she was The Lucky Girl to be the other member of hia petting parties. As for her, She combined the smart sophistication of society flappers, snapshotted for Vanity Fair, seen the With the softer and more melting charms of the heroines of the screen. Her bobbed hair aureoled her young head— Although she apologized for tt (the hair, not the head,) And said she intended to let It grow again in the fall-— “Nobody in our set wants bobbed! hair, now that Broad Street and West End Avenue have taken it up!" ‘ Her eyebrows were seductive! shaved, Her sport sweaters were silken rain bows, Her bathing sult was nothing much qifantitatively speaking— But qualitatively tt was all to t Long Beach smoked gald-tipped clmarette and she wielded a wicked Ipsttel Aa in the case of Ananias's chauffeu Her maid was temporarily among t! missing: Life had been such a mad whirl at winter That Sapph sh ‘a had told Mother sivv wished to away for a few week quite by herself. Mother, of course, was horrified—bu Sapphira should worry! As if a Modern Girl couldn't cut out the chaperon stuff when e) pleas One good Ne deserves another! If anybody ever had a better tise together than Ananias and Say, phira ‘The fact is not on record. This pair of youthful prevaricators Not only belleved each other but ac tually worked themselves into suc a state of self-hypnosis That they ended by belleving THEM OWN lies! When they weren't dancing, Or picnicking, Or petting, They were Pt NG as rich and rare representatives of America’s Younger Set They laid on the “local color’? by the paint-potful Was not each of them a prize product Of the great, democratic, free foun educational system of "sc novels and ‘soclety'’ movies and “soclety'’ Sunday supplements? It lasted Until the night befc left the Then each of them summer resomt under August moon s Woke Up. is something T want to say to you, darl he gulped “But there is « Seeret In my life Which you can never know!"* (He meant his Office Job) Sapphira fully “If you could speak, dearest, could not listen * is nn Obstacle that must for art us!" Office Job) they passionately parted ver met again! ANOTHER filing ever fF a married And she could always tell him, thelr heated moments, that MIGHT have wed a young mill aire Ananias went to the OTHER stenographe He was too much of a gentleman to r with AN BAY 80, But he could always THINK that « daughter of wealth and fashion Might have been his bride. You see—the story has a happy end- me meee