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day ; 'No vembe H 1915 o n sstjfla mm I E8TABU8HDD BT JOSEPH PUUTZEn. UBllihed Dally Except Funday by the Ttttn Publlsnlnr Company, No. H to PMk now. New York. rtAi,rir rirMTznn, PrsiaMit. s Par now. j anuuh RiiAW. Treasurer. a i-iry pw. JOSEPH I'UMTZEB, Jr.. Secretary. U Park now. . Enter J at the Po l-Offlee at New York a Beeonfl-CUia Matter. euofertptton luus to The Evening World for the United States and Canada. bne Tear tl.to On Month.' to Vnr Knrtind and the Continent aoa All Countrlei In the Inlernatlsal roital Union. One Tear Onf Month fetC 1 Spilled ! m Kr Tort KtUi VTot14.I u Ey J'. H. Cassel .VOLUME 5i? NO. 19,809 NEW YORK AS A FIRE RISK. EVERY time tw City of Now York is vititcd with'a factory firo disaster it turns fiercely upon the Stato Industrial Commis moii and the Fire Prevention Bureaus and demands protection against such tragedies. The city is entitled to every safeguard that law can provide and inspection enforce. JJut docs it ever examine iUclf critically as a iirc risk ? We all find fault with the authorities and e.tpoot them to do things we won't do for ourselves. One of the great difficulties with New York from the point of view of fire provontion is its total lack of structural symmetry. Nothing is built to fit. A skyscraper adjoins not a skyscraper but a shed. A factor intrudes between a church and a school house. A costly club snuggles tip to a garage or a livery stable. Fireproof luiildings stand next to tinder boxes. Gas houses go whero they please. In ehort, architectural adjustments arc so decentric and impossi ble as to defy intelligent regulation. Uniform rules for fire exits or roof escapes arc hopeless whero roofs fail to correspond by a dozen stories and buildings outclimb each other like weeds. Tho city has stuck to the belief that every man must be allowed to build as he chooses. The result is an architectural huddle. It may be wonderful in its way, but there is no use expecting too much of it. In Paris and Berlin firo laws fit buildings adjusted to one an other. In Now. York they must cover a chaos. 4 Rumor has It that Tammaur la resigned to Mr. MoOall'a fate. Wo are not surprised. Tammany's rule la that the Tam many man In office Shall behave himself eo that the other won't havo to. t - PONDERING PREPAREDNESS. R INDICATIONS that tho President's national defense programmo Iwill have the support of a majority of the nation's legislators, as shown by Tho World's canvass of Congress, aro not weakened by the fact that not every Senator nor every member of tho House is ready to corcmithimsclf. PrcparcdncH as an imperative issue has been but a briof time before the country.. Remembering this, tho amount of definitely stated opinion elicited by The World's queries is boyond what might .fairly bo expected from cautious members of Congress out of school hours. "I have been too busy trying to save my crops to pay much attention to the Administration's naval plans," declares Representa tive Helgcscn of North Dakota which expresses tho state of mind of many conscientious citizens. From now on, however, there is no escaping the question. Con gressmen muat study it. The country must ponder it. According to sound American methods, we shall thresh it out with the militarists on tho one hand and tho milksops on tho other. ' In tho end tho indomitable good sense of the nation can bo counted upon to stand on middle ground and get its way as it has before even with Congress. , A Britisher going; home to enlist climbed aboard the Ameri can liner &t. Louis with two ten-inch sticks of dynamite In his luggage. Ho hoped Yo demonstrate an easy 'way to die tronchee. Uncle Sam will talk it over with him first. 1 BOOKER T. WASHINGTON. WITH tho death of Booker T. Washington tho negro popula tion of the United States loses the best leader and educator it ever had. Tho country loses the man who has dono more than any other to make tho liberated negro of the South a self respecting worker and citizen. This generation hailed Mr. Washington as the most sincere and persuasive spokesman of Iub race. He steered clear of politics. Ho wasted no time on dreams or theories. He devotqd his energies first and last to the practical job of teaching the negro to use his head and his muscles. But the teacher nevertheless found time to prove himself an eloquent pleader and a most efficient money getter in tho servico of the cause to which ho gave his life. Tuskegee Institute was his work and will be his monument Since he organized it in 1881 he had raised its annual income to nearly $300,000. Ho made it known and respected throughout tho country He won tho esteem and co-operation of college presidents and emi nent educatore in every section. Booker T. Washington will be remembered as a man who did much toward solving one of the biggest problems any nation over faced. He tackled it at the right end. With faithytmd porsoverance he taught the negro to shape his destiny with his own hands. He lifted him from dependence to independence. Hits From Sharp Wits. Many a man owes hla success to his us li how the most ornerv mm iiiuniiv creditors who cannot collect. manages to rop out the prettloit arlrl. 1. 1 . . . - viuiiiuia niaio. Agriculture Is what collets teach; miming is wuax men no tor a llVlnc, Most anr man Is wllllnr tn admit that ho could hare done as well aa nis morn succnssrul friends If he had omjr mougni or . Albany Journal. . Thoro Is hardly anything- one can bivo anomer so unwelcome as ad vice. Pittsburgh Hun. ft lit USMlDggS The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune Ceprricit. ISIS, bj the r-rrw ToblUhlM Co, (7le X Vork Kfmltri World). No.73.-TUE LAZARETTE OF THE HUNTRESS, by IF. Clark Russell. ILMAM PEPLOE, a country clergyman's son, found himself, ens da In 1S33, penniless and forlorn, on the East India docks in London. He wns alone In tho world. Ho had no trade nor pro- ffsalon. Ho had but one ambition --to m out to ausirnna, riA Tiari Tiarri trirA rrn mrriin. in no mnir. a But he had no way of getting to Australia. Ho !ad no money, and a tin nsi lirnnrin nt (ha na I10 iwtlM nn hemn in Work hW PaSSage. 80 I etood looklnj? upward at the hugo bulk of tho 1,400-ton frigate-built ship I Huntress, which was to set out for Sydney, Australia, the same afternoon, carrying tna colony's new uovvnrnor ana a swarm 01 icseer uimunw , capitalists. At a waterside tavern that day Peploe chanced to meet a aallor, Jem Back, who accosted him as an old friend. Peploe recognized the man aa a former parishioner of hla father's. Jem was now under-steward aboard tn Huntrees. Peploe begged for a chance to sail on tho outgoing ship. Jem, for old times' eake, nnolly offered to' stow him away In tho lozarette, bidding him keep out of eight until it should be too late to put him nahore. Accordingly, when the Huntress left port she carried one unlisted and Invisible paasenger, Mr. William Peploe. Guided (and A La.ru-u-j-Lrj-j-u-L-u-L-j-i -1 ,,J.J v.. T.rr. Tli,l io YtA pr.lwled thTOUffh a trap door forwnrd of the stern cabin's bulkhead and Stowaway. ., hniH. Trhor Vi h.irkrd his shins over sharp from all sides through the denso blackness. Peploo found his way to a recess behind som enske, where he prepared to wait until It should bo safe to venture forth. There he rat, clutching the canvas bag of biscuits and the water bottle that Jem hail given him. AJ1 about him was Impenetrable and Ill-smelling darkness. Presently, as ths Huntress got under wny, nenstckness mis added to his stock of miseries. After a time the tired stowaway fell asleep. Ho was awakened by the opening of the hatchway. Bomo one was coming Into the lararctte. Peploe peered from behind tho casks and held his breath. The newcomer moved stealthily. Peploo saw him close the hatch behind him, then flash a bullseye lantern from sldo to side as If exploring the place. The man waa pale, with grizzled beard, long hair and wildly Blaring eyes. Peploe saw him draw from his 'pocket a brass cylinder, affix a line to It and attach the line's other end t a black keg. Then tho Intruder drew, out a key, wound up the cylinder as though it were a clock and crept away, leaving Peploo alone once moro In the lnzarctte. Tho stowawny groped forward In keen curiosity toward the cylinder. Tho thing was ticking. And all at once Peploe understood. It was an Infernal machine. The lino was a fuse, and it connected with a powder keg. With one wrench Peploo tore away the fuse. Then ho rushed bUndly to tho hatch and thence made his way to tho deck, where ho hailed the flrat officer he met. "I'm Just out of your lazarette." gasped the panic-stricken Peploe, "whero Pvs saved the ship from having her stern blown out!" Ho wan dragged to the Captain's cobln. and thero ho told his story. ' Investigation wnn made nt once. The stowaway's report was proved true, itjvuvvjvia-jww Poploe vividly described tho man he had seen in the A Plot ""arc''- lno aescnpiion intco one Jonn Ilowland, a Frustrated 5 "tcPra'Te P'senger. The Captain sent for him. But ha uowiana was round lying In his berth, a raxor In his hand, his throat cut from ear to ear. Ijng afterward a bottle ho had thrown Into tho sea waa picked irp on a beach In the Azores. Tho bottle contained a letter from the suicide saylnr that he sought revenge on a Maglstrato who was on board the Huntresa and wno naa once unjustly sent tHo writer to prison. "I am sorry." the letter continued, "fn tv mnnv i .... because of the sins of one. But that ono must perish." i i The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardcIl Mr. Jarr Watches the Crushing Of One "Bridegroom Butterfly." C&T'M 1 h' Copjrltbt, 1015. br lit I'rau IMbllihlsa Co. (Dm Nw Vock Kmtg VeM. When flnt tried on prosperity per feotly fits but few. ,It la In faror of the optimist that he la never a dead 'un. Dcserot News. Before he gets her he Is always paying her attentions. After ho get hsr he Is always paying her bills. One of life's greatest mysteries to avu-jHr " . . -n.nr.nj-uuui Letters From the People A Joint Sarins Dunk Account. TV tlx Editor of Ttt Emlra World) , Wfcat legal reader will' set me right 0 these points, which may bo of value and Interest to others placed as I am? If a husband and wife have a Joint savings bank account and both V istssUts and childless, does tbs f m'oney go to his relatives or to horsT J Also, If one of the two dies, does all tho money forthwith become the sole property of tho survivor T And can either one bequeath the whole mim or what sharo thereof 7 A brief, cloar reply to tnese queries will be of gen suro you aro going to bo vary happy In Swclllngton Hall," said Mrs, Jarr whon sho and Mr. and Mrs. 1 loiter returned from their quest for a neat for tho nowly wedded pair. Mr. Jarr had also boon along, but ho did not count. He did not count, although at the moment he was mentally figuring Hip what it had cast him In taxi cab tariffs and for the luncheon of tho quartet. Itoaohlng the appalling sum total in his mind, Mr. Jarr give another ap praising glanoo at the vapid Claude Hoker, bridegroom. Mr. Jarr had considered Claude Hoker a boob of nature and a simp of sorts. But he was not so sure now, for tho bride groom had gracefully escaped the liabilities lncurrod In lib use hunting de luxo. Young Mrs. Hoker simpered an assent to Mrs. Jarr'a opening re mark. But she aald nothing. Tho fact was thoro was ono llttlo thing that stood In the way of her perfect hap piness an a dweller In Swclllngton Hall, the high cost of living apart ment house, whero her husband had Just signed a lease for a suite in which every breath they drew would cost them at least a dime Mr. Hoker gazod vacantly down Into the street from tho front window of the Jarr apartment. It waa a pleas ant late autumn day and tho window was open. "Don't fidget at tho window, ray darling!" cried tho brldo sharolv to her spouse, "l'ou make mo nervous!" Mr. Hoker sat down promptly. "And don't slouch!" added tho bride, rou're getting round-shouldered!" Mr. Holier straightened up and hummed despairingly under his breath. "And don't hum!" tho bride con tinued. "It's awful bad manners In company. At tho Brtdgo Club tourna ments nobody is allowod to hum. If anybody hums at a bridge tournament all the othor players rap on the table. Bo don't hum, Claude, my petlltans!" Mr. Jurr regarded Mr. Hoker with an expression of pity. Tho honey moon wiis over. Marital dlsclnllno was beginning for unfortunate potl. kans, "And what do you think, Mrs. JarrT Precious is going to got a suit of clothes and wants to get a gray sultl Mrs. Jarr glanced reprovingly at Proclous, as though his desire for a gray suit presaged a dormant appe tlto for tho unworthy things of life. Thoro was no bluff about the now suit. The bride's undo was a tailor and hbd presented an order for a suit of clothes as a wedding gift to tht happy pair. "I want a gray suit," murmured Mr. Hoker. awcetsle," said the brldo flrmljr. "We are going out a good deal thla win ter, and you must get a brown suit bocauso it will match my furs. I have nothing to wear with your gray suit except my old chinchilla coat." "But I have two brown suits now," moaned tho victim. "Well, you shall get another, hon," declared the bride. "Brown la very becoming to me. Isn't It, Mrs. JarrT" Mrs. Jarr aald it was, and the un happy newly married man moaned again. Mr. Jarr winoed. The sufferings of tho victim wore pitiful to boo. "I think I'll step out for a bit of fresh air," ho said. "Like to corns out, Hoker7" "Sure," said the unhappy Hoker, rising to his feet. "Would precious leave It honey- klhs?" asked tho bride in a menacing tone. Honeyklns dropped back into his seat. "Could I have a drink of water!" bo murmured feobly. "Water Isn't good for you, lovoy," said young Mrs. Hoker quickly. "Water Is fattening." "But I'm dreadfully thirsty," mut tered the unfortunate captlvo. "Are you so selfish that you would guzzle water whon I ask you not to?" Inquired tho bride. Here she com menced to weep. "Little did I think," she sobbed, "that my tootledums would ever bo so selfish I" Tho brldo burst Into tears again, and Mrs. Jarr gave Mr. Jarr on In dignant glanoo. Mr. Jarr gazed at tho unfortunato Hoker with a oom passionate sigh. Tho bridegroom buttorlly days were alt over now. Ho was getting tho discipline meted out to all married males. Hln wlfo Reflections of a Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland was tenderly noting his every desire and then denying It to hlml Pop's Mutual Motor By Alma Woodwcrd OornUbt. mi. t? Tb r rabiiina Co. I CewilfM. 11. l'ubllin iu" " . . . ........ . Un... hAf with h( hut SIGNS that tho honeymoon is over; yucu m n.vn uu. .... on hla head, his eyo on tho clock and Mb hand on the doorknob. A solf-mado man may brag about his "maker"; but a self-mado beauty keeps her origin dark. The irreateet miracle that could happen to any woman would be to bo mado lovo to by Just ono man In a way neither to shock her with Us aud- dcnnosB nor to wear out her patience with Its inertia. After a few years a husband never forgets to kiss his wlfo every morning and ovcnlng, but by that tlmo ho would do anything on earth tq avoid a dlBCURBlon. Suddenly falling out of lovo gives you that same doadly sickening sensation as bolng in an olevator that stops with a Jolt. Tho woman who broods over hor husband's past flirtations is as foolish as tho man who wcops over tho bottles ho emptied the night before It isn't what he's had, dearie, but what ho HASN'T had that Interests any man. No man was ever so bald that a woman couldn't mako him blush with ploasure by remarking what a pretty color his hair must havo been. Whon your husband telephones that he Is "dylnc to see you and will do his best U break away from a business nppolntmont In tlmo to got homo for dinner, I1UT" you may safoly let tho maid go off, and pre pare for a long, quiet OToning of undisturbed reroso, because ho has already rcBcrved a table, and has Iho tickets for tho glrl-glrly show In his pocket Kiss: A combination of curiosity, sentiment, lip-salve, sachet, long 'But you can't have a fray suit, practice and stale cigarettes. (CU New York Krenma Wot Id.) T was not until Ma had carved and served Pop that she noticed tho little, flickering smile playing about his lips. It was not a healthy emtio It was cryptic and guilty. It riled Mo. "Now what havo you gone and dono?" sho asked suspiciously. "I'm smiling because to-night I'm going to make some real money out of the car first blood aeoT" "Whatl You're going to sell it after you proventod mo from doing it last week?" gasped Ma indignantly. "Of course not. Why should I want to sell Homethlng I can make money on?" "I don't understand you." declared Ma coldly. "Don't try to make a good story of It bocause you always forget tho point. Just tell facts and" "Billy Masters Uvea In Swamp Hills," Interrupted Pop. "Ha'a bought his houso he oan't sell so he's gotta stay there. Three months ugo tho big Htuff of a Mayor of Swamp Hills Kot hold of a ploco of ono of tho engines of the Malno. He had a granlto pedestal built and Inscribed and put It up at a crossroads near Billy's housu, all worked round with an Iron fonce. Tho tiling has Billy's gout It looks like the lid of an old coal range, and all bis friends give biin tho hu-ha when they soe It. Bo ho a paying mo (10 to go up there to night In tho cur and kidnap the relic. Then, what win be the consternation ot the town when they wake up In tho morning and find that some one's eloped with the scrap Iron!" ".Stop chuckling!' commanded Ma. "Aro you crazy or only aimplo? Do you want to be prosecuted by law? Do you want to bo lined and Jailed uud get your name Into the papers as a common tniui Y ' Don t bo foolish. Daclfled -Poo. "It's a lark. Up In a hole like Swamp inns who s nrounu aiier oaricr jjoiks go to bed at 8 P. M, I'm earning ten dollars and limy a gratitude. Be nldo that I have some fun. Who'll be there to catch mar Juit then the phone trilled inv Derlously. Pop went .to answer It. "Ob, It's you, Jim?" Ma heard him say. "Well, If you want to make a date for to-night. I can't pot one al roudy. Hay, what's tho matter with your voice, It sounds awful funny? Arrested? Fifty dollars ball! Want mo to come up with It whoro? Swamp Hllla? What'd they got you for? Using a cut-out? Gbel Motoroyclo r.n,i 1111 vrv nnrnAl all nlarht anr. vlco out for suckers for the lovo of 1 I'nto you don't say I All right, Jim, I'll speed It up with tho fifty. Qoodby." "I wonder whether Billy Masters was trying to doublo cross me," ho mused aloud, "saying Swamp Hills was as silent as tho tomb after li o'clock? All for a measly ten spot, tool" "Fifty minus a possible ten equals forty to tne doo," owxwwiKxn ........ ,-,-,,. .-ni-reni-iium-u-if , 1 - The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drummond -n- . .- 'I0'8; r' rubllAIaa Co. (TU N.rf Toft Crmltt World). CHAPTER XVI. DURING the days following tho park Incident I had thought much of my part in It. Carefully I looked back to the first time I had met George Lattlmoro, and In noth ing could I blamo myself. I had not told Haskall. Ho had not come In to dinner, and tho longer I thought about It the more I feared ho might not undoratand or believe how utterly unprovoked tho Insult, as I considered It, hod been. Unless I had further cause for complaint, I felt it waa wiser to keep atill. In tho shining lateness of the after noon I returned from a call upon Mrs, Larkln. A great friendship had grown up between us, to which Haskall made no objections. I started un the steps Just as a man turned to come down. I paused, startled. Tho dark eyos of Jirlc Lucknow gazed down at me. I madn the rest of my way up, al most frightened at the wave of glad ness that rushed over me. "when did you roturn7 How do you dot" I said lnanoly, as I took hla outstretched hand. "I camo back only this morning." Ho made no excuses for coming to see me. 1 was gioa mat ne aid not. "Won't you come ln7" James naa opened the door. "No, thank you, It la late. I have been hero before, earlier in the after noon. I will call to-morrow, If I may." When HstikaU came in I waa asleep. In the morning I told him of my call un Mrs. Larkln. and of meeting- Eric Lucknow, who hadToturned, on tho stops. "That's right! go to Mrs. Larkln's nil you want to. Tho old man may bo of use to me. Ho's the shrewdest man of my acquaintance An for Lucknow, he can keep away." Just then the telophone rang, a very unusual thing at that time In tho morning. An Haskall made no move I answered it. "Yes, this Is 1910. No, Mr. Bur roughs Is still hero. Would you like to speak to him?" Haskall snatched the receiver fnm my hand. "What right havo you to listen to my messages? I'll havo this phone disconnected!" he stormed. Then: "Hello! Yes. this la Burroughs, arb ahead. What? I don't quite under stand. Yea, at eleven. All right. Qoodby." It had been a woman who oallsd him. 1 Neither of us spoke again until yr wero at tho breakfast tablo. "I have to go downtown this morn-) lng, Haskall," I commenced, remem-j boring my good resolutions and try-ling to speak as if nothing had has-L pened. "Could you meet m sosm-1 where for lunoheon?" "No. I havo an engagement." "Not It we had a late lunntiM.." recalling that he had mention! 11 o'clock. "Didn't I tell you I had an satin, mentl" Then. "A woman'. nl.M at home. Eat your luncheon hera." ' - -ttwcimin Anion stay sue home?" I asked, quietly, but I was afraid to look at him. TO "She has no husband." HaaleaJi m. piled, ahortiy. " "So aha takes other wornen'av." waT 0rry the moment I sail rt. But I had allowed myself to Indulge in false hops again, and ao was stung Into replying foollahly. "Haskall." I continued, "you rs member, I told you I must have mends, people, both mon and women, who wero congenial, who visited m L1n.te1d S. have tnem- I tell you so that should you como home and find them here you cannot say I have done anything without telling you. Did you not ncgloct mo 1 should r.r. nothing for othora; but I can endure my loneliness no longer." '"UUV Ho made no reply, but I waa hap pier that I had taken a stand of same i sort. 1 All the morning I was uneasy! Hla appointment of eleven o'clock with some woman meant probably that he was going to tako her somewhere to luncheon. I tormented myself with the thought that it might be Made- In .1 A? aeromo obsessed with tho Idea that sho was to prove ..vittviiii tvilll II in. (To He Contln.. d.) years ago. tn fi hnrt." murmured Ma. "Alter oevotmg some tnougnt 10 ine And this time SHE smiled cryptically, problem a simple solution ocourred to Dollars and Sense By H. J. Barrett. A Simple Plan Which Changed the Mental Attitude of This Office Force. me. rno members of the oince fore took no Interest In their tasks be f utile1. "n'0rk BCCmed Pointless and hJ'Jfc1 nc? ,MtalIcd o- system where' by tho clerks wero conducted throurh the plant in groups. They followed tho manufacture of our product from tho raw material to tho finished artl- n'.,A"(l ,'P.lr own connection with all this activity wuh mado olear ' The change, in their attitudes was amazing. They began to see that they were very useful cogs n the swm wheel of industry. They rotu?nedt?n thflr desks with' a feeling that ,el? tt.CUntCj 0,0 BrClt of "The quality of tholr work promnt. y Improved; they ceased to wateh dock; thoy folt that although he nlcho they occupied might bo l,i vrt.r&P: nP ne normal individual work m rcanonaoie amounts is ua necessary as food In main taining a healthy and happy frame of mind," said an executlvo who is a keon student of human nature. "Itec reatlon loses its zejt unless Indulged lr sparingly as a change from work. "But for work to exert its benefi cent effect tho worker must feel "that It Is of real value; that he Is accom plishing oomothlng worth while. This Is wOiy the perfunctory efforts exerted In a gymnasium fail a a substitute for useful labor, "Henco many workers In minor capacities lack interest In their la bors. "Tills was a condition which pro vatlod In our otiloo up to a couple ot era) interest, i think. a, a, E. jr. 1 I Hj5THi 'IF.1'