The evening world. Newspaper, October 12, 1922, Page 25

UT of the debris of first World ‘War comes Authors’ League of Nationg. Lioyd George grabs $600,000 for snappy story of his life. KAfiér books quarter million roots of evil for diagram and footnotes of How It All Happened, Pershing is loading battery of non-filling pencils to grind out scenario of his end of war. Lu- @endorff, Foch, the Crown Prince and Clemenceau have whirled off copy at sagar-coated rates. So far as big time hheroes'are concerned everybody writes but Papa Joffre. All's fair in love and war. Laura Jean Libbey and Elinor Glyn socked our national pocketbook with romantic froth. ‘Now, war experts hobble on one another's spurs to get their anec- ites into print. Flanked by disap- pearing typewriters and blonde aides- de-carbon paper, war guys make his- tory repeat itself on stationery so they ean all erase their mistakes, It was a great war, mates, and six best royalty statements indicate the aiithors and publishers won it. When ta is-dried out fifty years hence, Prand new set of heroic epigrams will be fed to our children’s offspring. Like se: Don't shoot back the final proof- sheets till you see the color of their y."'-—William Hohenzollern. regret I fave only one life to write the memoirs of."—Lloyd Georg “War is helpful.""—Crown Prince. “fT would rather own the copyright The Regret of By James True. Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World), ty’ ress Publishing Company pe ENSE, vibrant and as finely tempered as ‘a steel spring, Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis {s small but mightily dynamic. He was in New York to preside over the World Series. Obviously tired, he attempted to rest, reclining in the sit- ting room of his suite at the Commo- dore; but a flashing thought brought him to the edge of the couch, eager give it emphasis. I would have made a_ better Judge,’ he declared, ‘‘and I'd be a much better baseball man now, if it hadn't been for the unreasonable ego- tigm, the lush verdancy of my youth. “We see a lot of print these days ‘about formulas for success. A lot of men want people to think they're great because they've made a lot of money. It's mostly bosh. People ‘who have achieved were ready for unity. They were equipped. had their tools together when the wagon came along, and they @limbed aboard. They had their bag- age packed before the ship left the dock, And I've always been lacking in equipment. “It's strange, because necesgity ts & great teacher, and hard work and I got acquainted pretty early, When I was nine years old I got up at 3.30 @clock every morning, delivered pa- pers over a seven-mile route, and then went to school—all for a dolla nd a quarter a week. “*After four years of that, I went to high school, and while in my second year I came to the conclusion that T Red learned all that it was possible for books and schools to teach me. Undoubtedly my conclusion was con- firmed to the point of certainty by tho fact that I had flunked in algebra."* The Judge chuckled, and brushed his shaggy white hair. “So ‘I tt school secretly,” he continued, land found a job in a grocery store, Boon, I knew, I would be indicted, and Dear Mies Doscher: AM exceedingly worried and I unhappy on account of the circles and hollows uhder- freath my eyes. Can you please tell me what will cure this condi- tion and also remove it perma- Wently if possible? UNHAPPY. The fact that you are depressed along with the rings under your eyes F would strongly indicate a slight dis- turbance or displacement of your in- ) ternal organs. This would have to be rémedied before the rings will disap- The proper exercise usually @ permanent cure, Avoid any and get plenty of undue fatigue sleep. ss Rr By Neal R. O'Hara Qopyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Company. Intimate Interviews Lloyd George and the Kaiser _ Break Loose With Memoirs War Now Reing Settled Good and Proper Through Syndicate Department than be President.”"—Tumulty. “The wages of syndicate articles are delightful.’’—Cudendorft. If the next war holds off till last one is written up, then it looks like era of permanent peace, After Per- shing snaps out of authoring spasm, - premium catalogue of Turkish. tro- phies will be due from pep of Musta- -pha Kemal. From past mistakes we learn future precautions. When next international jam busts loose, our doughboys will leap into Row A trenches with note- books strapped to cartridge belts and mess kits packed with copy paper. That will insure fat supply of battle volumes when boys hop back from front. world scuffle ought to cure us good and plenty of any more war. But don’t think authorship is with- out “high honor. game, even if it's only writing home for money, Caesar swung a mean flank attack, but he wasn't too virile to toss off a war book. Napoleon yanked Europe into a knot, but snatched off enough leisure to write a young volume of very snappy French leaves. Scrawling post-war dope 1s an old caper. It's only thé syndicate department that's new. Reading Lloyd George and Kaiser- bill's high-priced battle fiction is byy no means worst way to spend the winter. Not when Bryan fs loose with a tongue'travelogue and Conan Doyle makes return trip with double- exposed photographs and Morse code for reading table ~appings. When you're reading a war book, you know what it's about. Judge Landis Ne : Judge LANDISH] ‘would have to plead guilty before the family tribunal, so I confessed to my mother, She was greatly disappoint- ed; she knew the value of proper equipment; but I soon won her over, and the two gf us actually connived to put it over on my father. “After a while I got tired of the grocery job and studied shorthand at night. Now that's the best thing I ever did. 1 prepared myself to get aboard that wagon and I became a good stenographer. ile doing stenographic work in court I heard a poor lawyer plead and win a case. I thought,sthat I could do as well as he, so I read law and was finally admitted to the bar. “From time to time, when other likely-looking wagons came along, I climbed aboard, and they've carried me over some rough roads. However, I've found a lot of pleasure in my work; but I've always missed the in- tellectual background, the mental dis- cipline of an education. The greatest regret of my life is that I didn't fin- ish high school and go to college.”” Look Your Best By Doris Doscher. Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) by Pre: Publishing Company. Dear Miss Doscher: | am dark complexioned and have a few pimples and would like to know how to get rid of them before I get any more. | have used a skin bleach for a and as yet it doesn’t seem to do me any, good. SOMEBODY, Since you have a brunette complex- ion you must aim to keep your skin clear. This is mbre essential to your good appearance than trying to bleach the skin to a Nghter tone. If you are careful with your diet and take a good rubdown following your sponge bath every morning, you will improve your face. By regulating the diet and taking sufficient exercise the pimples will disappear, And 50,000,000 books on next , Writing is a manly ‘fy ©O Contributed © ¥ kite! tab! M for me to work at easily ened to the legs and the top cov- leaned ensily, right out of the oven without spoil- ing the surface of the table. Under the drain board by the sink | have placed a cupboard for kettles and cooking p: ind you'd be surprised at the amount of work and extra steps these two improve- ments saved me. Mrs, M. L. 8. the carpenter who put A the shelves up in the kitchen of my apartment was evi- dently a tall man he put the shelves p.out of reach of the average woman. Finding it very trying to olimb for a pot every time | needed one, 1 put a ‘bar of wood above my Kitchenette Kinks of The Evening World. by Readers ©© ' range with enough nails te hang my aluminum pots that | use most, Besides this being a handy ar- rangement, it brightens the kitchen imm ly, as the wall with the alurfinum display catches the light. \ Mrs, R. Le Y kitchen is six by nine. | M follow a {ttle plan that | have devised since | moved here. Each evening, after my three children are in bed, | set the table for breakf: Then | put the oat- I on to cook in a doyble boiler. While it is cooking | either sew or wash—if the latter | hang them out the first thing in the morning. My husband leaves the house at ves a email fire un- | and coffee, so that the children’s breakfast is piping hot. Mre. M. W. THE EVENING WORLD will pay $1.00 each for accented ‘Kitchen- ette Kinks” contributed by seaders. Study to-day’s guide, Tell your story in 100 words if possible. dreas plainly. Address KICHENETTE KINKS Kinks” as a generat Write your name and ad- EDITOR,” Bvening World, 68 Park Row, New York City. Barbara’ e s Beaux By Caroline Crawford The Love-Story of a Small-Town Girl In New York to Find a Career Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Company. SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING INSTALMENTS. a, a last—but that {s telling th’ country girl can conquer city life, a care DAN’S REPROACHES. HREE or four suppresséd jeers Ap came ¢o Barbara's ears as she left the studio, She could hear the giggles and ‘‘Can you beat it!" of several of the girls while one scream- ingly demanded, ‘Wonder who sho thinks she is, anyway? Fat chance she'll have of getting up in the art world by herself.'* But Barbara shook herself as if’to throw off the Bohemian atmosphere of typlanky artist's studio. That did not represent art to her, She wanted a real studio, a place which represented her with bric-a-brac, oriental rugs, gold and iavender curtains and soft cushiony window seats where one might go and admire one's half finish- ed picture. Greenwich Village with its half bare studios did not appeal to her. She would move uptown—away from artist atmosphere, and create her own studio, a place of beauty and work, It would not be a place to en- tertain Bohemians and people who just dreamed about what they were going to do. For several blocks Barbara saun- tered along to her own little rear bed- room in the village. Then she heard the quick, energetic footsteps of Dan Dover and waited for him to come up to her. “You treated my friends fine to- night," he began, ‘I went to a good deal of trouble to introduce you to one of the best art editors and artiste in this city, and after I get you into his studio that is the way you treat him, The idea of breaking up the party like that!’* “I'm frightfully sorry," she said, “but ething within rebelled. I simply couldn't abide those girls with their make-up and their cigarettes. I didn't come to New York to pose as an artist. ‘I want to work and get ahead and I know I could never do anything among that type of people." “Needn't have been so rough on them just the sam: continued Dan. “Can't you let people down easily? There's going to be a big dance there later and I sort of wanted to have you seo a bit of Village lif ‘T have a good imagination,” sniffed Barbara. “I suppose the girls drink quite a little, hang over the men's shoulders and dance thoso horrid fox-trots. Then’ I suppose some of the more talented ones kick the chandeliers, or at least kick as high as the place where the chan- deliers ought to be, Then they drink some more and the party breaks up at about 3 in the morning. No, thank you, i don't want to know that type of people.” Dan was sullen and said nothing more, He had admired Barbara, even hoped to win her hand in marriage as time advanced, but now he felt he was escorting a prude about, a “greenhorn’’ from the country who would peer into olty Iffe, sniff, carry her head a little higher, and after painting several pictures which would be promptly rejected return to the country and remain there the rest of her days. But there was something very ene! getic and forceful about the slim, willowy girl beside him, Did she look ike the type of girl who could be beaten? Had the factory girls downed her? Had old Smithy walked over hey? What was this persist ance, this desire to beat things in her? Would that spirit get her any- where. They were in front of her furnished room now, She stood there a moment wajting to see what he had to say, He had made up his mind to bid her n orphan, twenty years old, leaves hes home up-State, where jan, and Comes down to Greenwich Village t forced to paint lamp shades in a fa wtonen chine several F, who also wants to be an artist to-day and husband, too, we . Begin ind win a good-night coolly and then never see her again, but there was a firmness to her chin and a decided light in her eyes which held him spellbound and silent. “Well, I'm going to move to-mor- row,"’ she said. “I've had enough of Greenwich Village. I'm going to get @ small room uptown and work every evehing.”* Dover experienced & sudden change of mind. That was what he ought to do. He wanted to paint. He had planned to do it for two years, but his friends—these very friends in Greenwich Village—had kept him from working. He sported about with them, stayed up late nights and talked a great ‘deal about art, but he never did any of the things he planned to do when he was back home. “Barbara, you're right,” he sud- denly exclaimed, reaching out for her hand. “Dash it all, I'm going to move to. I'll get a room uptown, too, and I'll work as hard as you do To-Morrow—New Surrounding SHORT SKIRT; You We WoNEN VOTERS WouLD \ LINE To KI Do You APPROVE OF WOMEN WEARING KNICKERS 2 ARE Vou FoR OR AGAINST THE pe How an Oar ee Saved Christopher Columbus From Drowning—He Then Quit Sea, Became Map Maker and Clung to Dream That Led to His Discovery of New World, 430 Years Ago To-Day. ‘ Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening Worl by Pre Publishing Company. BFR N oar, wreckage from a shat- tered Portuguese man of war, ‘once saved frem drowning the man who at 10 o'clock, four hundred and thirty’ years ago last night, was “boo-ed’ from the “poop” deck of the Santa Maria because the mov- ing light he had claimed to ace dis- appeared in the black waves which had surrounded the ship for thirty- five consecutive nights. Four hours later, at 2 o'clock, Rodrigo Trian: sailor, won $100 reward by being the first to shout “Lg Terra,” land, His cry confirmed the vision of Colum- bus; America lay five miles distant, only @ line of trees above the waves. Had that oar been smaller, or not present at all, the discovery of the New World might have been post- poned, for the future discoverer was then two leagues from shore. Colum- bus was born tn Genoa, Italy, in 1436. His father was a wool comber. Fired by stories of pigates on the Medi- terranean, the boy studied geometry, astronomy and navigation at the Un!- versity of Pavia. Ho entered the Genoese navy when he was fourteen yars old and commanded his ship when he was thirty-four. In a des- perate battle with the fleet of Venice Odd Inventions DASHBOARD indicator A tor automobiles has been invented that shows a driver the position of the gears fo that he can change withoht danger of damaging them or causing noises, A tiny magnet has been de- signed for picking a single phonograph needle from a cup. The hot exhaust from an auto- mobile engine cooks food in a new device for tquring motor- « tate. Map of the World Changed the his ship was shattered, flinging him with a mass of wreckage into “salt water six miles from shore. He grasped an oar and swam Sn. Quitting the sea he became a map- maker, specializing on the west coast of Africa, then just being discovered Yet his interests reached west, en couraged by stories of islands locatea far distant. Finally he became con- vinced that sailing 2,500 miles gue west from the Canary Islands wdiild bring him to Japan. In 1474 he ap proached the Portuguese Government asking for aid. The financial support required for his venture was small, smaller than the amount now expended in building a yacht for an international race Yet at the end of ten years he had succeeded in convincing only a small group of men that Iris undertakiny was practical or even worth trying They played him false. this idea they tried to steal t which would come to him should succeed; with a good crew they salled west of the Azores when, fearing they might fall off the edge of the ocean which they still half suspected to be flat—they were stricken by fright turned about and sneaked back to harbor, Thinking to interest Ferdinand and Isabella, joint sovereigns of Spain, in his scheme he entered their service, but the monarchs had heard rumors of his dream and took no stock In St Discouraged, having waited seventeen years for an interview, Columbus turned to Charles VIII. of France. As he was travelling along the road he fell in with Father Juan Perez de Marchena, who urged the navigator to eppeal to the Spanish monarchs again. An interview was arranged Columbus met Ferdinand and Isabella and was rebuffed. Hearing of the final refusal, Luis de Santangel hustled to the Queen's chambers and con- vinced her that Columbus had an idea worth trying. She offered Colum- bus the financial aid he needed and Ferdinand followed with his support On April 17, 1492, the agreement was signed. In three months the expedition was ready to depart, the three ships which made up the party being manned by pirates, prisoners released,from jail on condition they would join the ex- Pedition—in all, an unreliable group of men. How untrustworthy they were Columbus discovored before he reached the Canary Islands. On Sept. 6 he left to sail a sea then totally unknown, Thirty-five days later he landed on one of the Bahama Islands, which one !@ not known to-day, prob ably Cat Island Feed the Brute Beat It! DO You APPROVE OF WOMEN SMOKING 2B. } BRELUEVE Fe etlel : FREE Lave | cS By Maurice Favorite Recipes By Famous Men By JEROME Db. KERN (Composer) Terrapin Y favorite dish ts Stewed M Terrapin and my recipe follows: Cut the bolled calves’ Iver into moderate-sized pieces and put into stew pan with sufficient deira, flavored with the beaten yolk of one egg, powdered nut- meg and mace, a pinch of cay- enne pepper, salt to taste, enliv- ened with large lump of butter. Stir sauce well, and just be- fore it comes to a boil, take It off the fire, Use three or four hard-boiled hens’ eggs to pinch hit for tur- tle's eggs and send to the table piping hot in chafing dish. Serve the sauce separately. (Copyright, 1922, by The Bell Byndicate, Inc.) fresh butter to stew well. In another pan make a sauce of pre-Prohibition sherry or Ma- The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardell Copyright, 1922 (New York Evening World) by Press Publishing Company. 66 IVE me some extra money G ) this week,” said: Mra, Jarr. “The children need new chool shoes.'* “By George!, What do they do with their shoes, anyway? asked Mr. Jarr petulantly. “They wear them! What else do you suppose?"* snapped Mrs. Jarr, who didn't like the way Mr. Jarr spoke. “It looks to me as if they held them against grindstones,”” said Mr. Jarr, “Every week—well, every month, anyway—it's the same old cry, ‘The children need new shoes! “L notice you have good, comfort- able shoes on,” said Mrs. Jarr tear- fully. ‘I'm sure the children are not hard upon their shoes. Of course, you don't care if they catch their death of cold, but I do! “Who said I wanted them to catch cold?" asked Mr. Jarr. “But I tell you, you made me sick, the ideas you have. You'd think these cifildren of ours were @ millionaire’s children. They have their patent leather shoes, | Do You KNOW THIS FOUNTAIN? ANY who pase this fountain M watch the novel performance of the little bronze ball which is forced up and held in the air by the pressure of the water. (The boy in uniform is pointing at the ball), It ie situated in back of the Whitehall Building on Battery Place and there- fore usin to most New Yorkers, they have their russet shoes, they have their low-cut shoes, they have their school shoes, and in the sum- mer, Instead of letting’ them go bafé- foot, as | went when I was a child, you put white canvas shoes on them!" “Tf you want them to run around in the gutters in this weather with bare feet, looking like beggars—al- though, goodness knows, I never saw any barefoot beggars in my Hfe—you may,” sald M Jarr emphatically “But so long as I live they are going to have decent shoes, even if they have to do without new fall hats and new fall clothes, such as every other child on our block has. “Why, how you talk!"’ exclaimed Mr. Jarr. You got them fall hats Saturday. I saw you." ‘Those cheap things!" cried Mrs. Jarr. “Why, I only got those for them to wear to school and save their Sunday hats."" “When [ was a boy I had one change of shoes," said Mr. Jarr. “That was put on and taken off. When the weather was warm I went barefooted and it made me healthy!" “Yes, and you lived tn the country,"” seid Mrs. Jarr. “How ridiculously you talk!'’ “It's you that's talking ridiculous- ly,” replied Mr. Jarr heatedly. “You fly from one extreme to the oth rt @idn't mean that our children should 0 barefoot. I simply said I used to. I do object, however, to filling their heads with foolish notions. If they had one good pair of strong shoes for every day and a better pair for Sun- day and holidays, that should %e enough. But look at them! They even haye dancing shoes!" ‘I try to ket them with nice associ- ates," sobbed Mrs. Jarr, “but you would prefer to see them associating with ragamuffins. And so I sand them to dancing school, and if they go to danoing school they have to have dancing shoes, don't they?"* “Well, I suppose they do,” growled Mr. Jarr. ‘*These are hard times and if we don't save a little money now we never will. But I'm going to take the children downtown and buy them some strong, sensible shoes that will last them, and I won't pay a big price for them elther."* Mr. Jarr was back in an hour with the two children, It was hard to say who was the proudest—the children wearing fancy shoes of the latest style or Mr. Jarre beholding them in turn. “There!"' he said proudly. “Those cost eight dollars a pair, but I tell you my children are going to hay: the best, and it’s cheapest im the lony run.’* 1