Men in Public Life
Narrate Their Most
Celebrations ? Boyish
Pranks and Mysterious
ITH the return of
the. subtle bolllng
yot and the whirr
of witches' brooms
in the midnight air,
members of Con
gVess and heads of
ment* have - again
turned their minds
toward the Hal
of their Uvea: the
tin^f when they experienced various
"What was your most memorable Hal
loween?" was the question which was
asked. And the answers were various.
Secretary of the Navy Josephus Dan
iels. who was for years a newspaper
editor, was the first approached.
"What do you recall of Halloween? lie
?'Then.' are many experiences." he re
plied. "that might come under Halloween
headings. But there is one that I recall
particularly, although I cannot tell at the
present time the exact year.
? One night 1 was working in my office,
and it was lute. The night was rather
gloomy, with a driving rain and a wind
like most of the winds of autumn?quick
"As I worked i suddenly noticed a light
outside my window. It would appear,
die out. reappear and disappear in a
most unearthly manner. For a while T
paid no attention to it. then as the light
continued to appear and disappear. I de
elded to investigate. I went to the win
"The explanation was no more sim
ple. The light appeared, disappeared
and returned again. It seemed as if the
witches might in reality be playing
some ghostly trick. Finally I decided
to jjo outside and Investigate. I quietly
tlosed the door of my oitice and stepped
out, determined to learn whether any
late practical joker was attempting
"Crossing the street 1 found the ex
planation. There was an excavation,
and men who had ueen working there
had placed a light beside the hole to
warn pedestrians. Between this light
and my room was u tree branch. And
with earli swaying movement of the
branch In the wind it acted as a cur
tain before the light, now screening it
from my window an<t now raising and
letting its glow to cross the street.
"it didn't take long to learn the ex
planation. But during the few minutes
preceding my investigation I had all
of the sensations of a man who is fac
ing the utterly impossible?the super
Secretary oC War Lindley M. Garrison
had a single brief contribution to the
Halloween idea, and he explained that
it didn't relate particularly to Hallow
"On one occasion I was about to de
ride a case between a man and his
wife." he said, "and the day when the
trial was to come before me was Hal
loween. During the day I kept wish
ing that something might occur to
bring the couple together. The caae
was a peculiar one and I felt that it
was partially caused at least by a mis
understanding on the part of both liti
"During the afternoon of the day?
the day preceding the evening of the
witches?the couple came to my office
The man walked in with the woman on
** *We have settled the case.' h? an
"Rather astonished that the wish
which T had been making to myself
should have been so quickly realized. I
" 'It was simple to fix up.* said the
man. 'We beean to realize'a few hours
asro that this whole case was some
thinK that we could settle between our
selves. and we didn't see why we should
let the lawyers keep on running things
for us-' _
The remarkable part of this case, ac
cordin* to the Secretary of War. was
that the wish, unexpressed, should have
In some way communicated itself to the
persons whom it affected.
"Of course." sa'.d he. reminlseently. "it
doesn't relate directly to Halloween, and
vet?well, it was certainly a mildly inter
esting case in thought transmission or
the power of tht- eerie, or whatever you
care to name it"
Ont of the most harrowlnc experiences
In Congress was that of Senator Atlee
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JOSEPH l?S DANIELS. SECRET Alt V OF THE NAVY, SAW A MYSTERIOUS^
BOBBING LIGHT. f
SENATOR MARTIN E OF NEW JEltSEY SPENT ONE HALLOWEEN IN A
LIKOLEY M. GARRISON, SECRETARY OF ^AR, RECALLS A UBA1T6LIIIG
COUPLE REUNITED ONE HALLOWEEN.
Pomerene of Ohio, long since become one
of the staid believers In facte rather than
the burning votive offerings of the kelpies
and warlocks of Halloween time. The
senator during his later years has rather
looked down on Halloween and yet he
frankly admitted that on one Halloween
occasion his hair rose like the quills of
the more or less well known fretful porcu
"It was like this," said he. "When I
was a boy it Was a more or less tradi
tional exercise to go forth into the high
ways and byways and remove gates. 1
haven't the faintest notion where the
idea started. It is apparently as old as
Halloween itself. But with certain of the
boys In our community, 't was a sacred
ritual to remove a certain number of
gates, take them to an open lot and have
a glorious bonfire.
"Naturally I joined in with the crowd.
One Halloween, many, many years ago,
we went to several places and removed a
number of gates In front of one,rather
old and rather dilapidated-looking house
I discerned a gate that appeared to have
been left for the very purpose I had in
mind. It was one of these gates that
had dried out until it was inflammable
and hung on its rusty hinnes in a way
that made it a certain prey to any one.
"The matter of removing It and carry
ing it away occupied but a moment. Then,
with my proud burden beneath my arm,
I started to where the rest of the gang
had gone, I picked the gate up by lift
ing either side. I didn't examine It-at all
after I had lifted it from its hinges.
"Walking to the open field where the
bonfire was to be arranged. I heard foot
steps behind me. No matter h'otr fiet
or slow I walked, the footsteps continued
behind me. They were, I should say,
about twenty yards in my rear.
"At first I suspected that a policeman
was following me; but wheiu I glanced
around I could see no one. Finally. I
decided that the echo of my own steps in
thf deserted streets was what had fright
"The walk to the ground was not a
long one, lasting possibly five minutes?
maybe ten. I continued on my way and
at each step kept glancing behind me.
"When I reache*! the field where the
bonfire was to be held. I noticed .that
surrounding the field was a heavy crop
of bniBh. It was more like an encircling
undergrowth than anything else I ?an
"1 laid the gate down, in the utter
darkness, on top of the pile of gates and
old wood that already had b?en-collected.
Then I started in to wait until somebody
should show up. I presume that I waited
about an hour. During that time I could
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.SENATOR SHAKHOTH OF COLORADO HAM A HALF MILE IN HBC'ORD TIME
ONE HALLOWEEN NIGHT.
hear (or thought I couid hear) stealthy
footsteps near me: but every time I at
tempted to investigate I found nothing.
"Finally I got tired of waiting. The
rest of the crowd had not yet returned,
and I began to fear that perhaps they
had deserted me and gone home. It was
nearly midnight, and a hollow, moaning
wind had arisen.
"Stooping to the pile of gates, I struck
a match and lit the pile. In an instant it
blazed skyward. There was a flash of
flame, and, satisfied, I stepped back and
prepared to watch the performance.
"Then, to my horror, the gate which I
had plucked began slowly to crawl out of
"There was something savoring so of
the supernatural in the movements of
that gate that I could not budge. I was
chilled with terror ? absolutely petrified
like a person in a dream who wants to
awaken, but cannot. It became terrible,
the suspense of waiting.
"Slowly but surely the blazing gate be
gan to crawl along the ground away from
the fire. I watched it for a moment as it
sneaked along, leaving a trail of cinders
behind it. Then I dropped my eyes, hop
ing that I would wake up and find that I
had not seen the phenomena. I gazed
again, and again saw the haunted gate
crawling away toward the brush fire
"The lire had almost left it now. Sick
with terror, I was about to leave, when
I chanced to see a glint of metal wire, a
copper cord. At that moment came a
chuckle, a laugh that was human. I
Rough on Texas.
Here Is one of the
stories that Repre
tells. He is great
on church stories:
"Once there was
a man in Texas
who died and who
was so irretrievably
tad that the minis
ter called to bury
him couldn't think
of ? single respecta
ble tiling to say.
"The corpse was
_______________ neatly laid out and
the minister sadly considered his eulosy.
The audience fretted during the early
part of the se-vice, wond?rir?t what the
preacher could possibly think of that
v ouic not shock the church and still be
*om?wh' near the truth concerning the
1is reputable deceased.
?Finally the minister began:
" 'My dear brethren, our dearly belovd
brother was born in "issouri. spent part
cf his life in Kansas, lived later in
Arkansas and died in Texas. So. my dear
brethren, we may congratulate ourselves
inat while our beloved brother's descent
into hell was certain, it was at least
gradi U.' "
And as Expensive!
Not that Repre
sentative Robert F.
Rroussard of Louis
iana is finicky about
his food: far be it
from anything of
the sort. Mr. Rrous
r ard likes all food,
come more than
others, but all of it
to him is good, and
the subject to him
is ever interesting.
Good naiured al
ways. it L> not for
him to complain.
No man In public life has more reason
;o be contented with Mis lot. He is
i ounding out Tiia eighth term in the
House u:id has nicely but ton vd up a six
year term in the Senate following that.
Contented? Why, that's his middle name.
But the other day he struck a steak
in the House restaurant that did not
appeal to him. Sadly he pushed it away
"What's the matter with it, Bob?"
asked a fellow-member who was lunch
ing with him.
"I don't know," sail Broussard, "but
it tastes like washed money."
There is g good
story going around
the Capitol about
*ho hails from
North Carolina. In
when Small was
young In the law,
he was prosecuting
a town bully who
bore, a desperate
character. This des
perado was supposed
o have added great
ly to the population
of the village cemetery and to be ready
to kill his man at the drop of an acorn.
So when Small stood him up at the
bar before a country justice of the
peace the embryo congressman painted
the pri.-ner In such dark colors that
his own mother would never have rec
ognised him at five paces. In the very
height of his eloquence Small pointed
a long linger at the trembling man and
"Why, that man at the bar would Just
as soon kill me as not right here before
your fac, Judge."
The judge leaned thoughtfully over,
tjck off his specs and glowered at the
"John Smith." he thundered, "if you
dare kill Smali here before me I will
fine you a dollar and fifty cents for
contempt of co'te; dura my soul, if I
writ was stolen from the burg's only
Bryan did not dare attempt a sale for
fear suspicion would fall on him. so he
sat idly by and saw another make the
J. W. Bryan of
Washington are not
related, but they are
much alike in that
both are great pub
The Secretary of
State got his early
training in school
fn Nebraska, while
learned to talk while
selling books down
Bryan was sole agent for northern
Texas and other parts for the works of
Dr. E>e Witt Talmage. He bad a six
teen pound oration and a twelve-pound
book that he just fairly threw at the
natives for several summers, while work
ing his way through college. They do
say down there that once he got the
front door open and his foot between it
and the threshhold the honest house
keeper had as well dig tfp $1.7i> for a set
of half morocco Talmage works and
save time. He nearly always made a
During the first summer out; Bryan had
several peculiar experiences. He traded
books for lodging, board and most every
thing else. Finally he became so affluent
that he bought himself a horse and buggy
and went scurrlying around the country
side on wheels?a thing no book agent in
those parts ever had done before.
But no book agent is so clever that he
docs not fall down on a sale once In a
while. Bryan missed the bull's-eye badly
on one shot- He landed in a town one
day with a full set of Talmage s works
and Bibles, and that very night the holy
Handmade verse, In
stead of courtmade
law, has been hand
ed out by Represent
ative lidward T.
Taylor of Colorado
rA iri many an lr>stance
i where he believed he
cold serve his clients
better with common
yr sense than jurispru
\ 3, dence. Taylor is one
of the big characters
?/? of the mountainous
^ 1 state from which he
comes, and in addi
tion to his knowledge on tfie subject of
irrigation, public lands and law, he is
considered to be a shrewd and far-seeing
citizen worth while knowing.
He had a law case once in which a
ranchman named Greenough rode twenty
tive miles one hot day to find Taylor in his
little office at GKenwood Springs. Green
ough's complaint lay in the fact that a
neighbor's hens would stray across the
dividing line and scratch up Grcenough'b
"I'm tired of talking to that fellow,"
said the ranchman, "and I want to get
out a court injunction against the hens?
not the owner?the hens! Do you under
"How many hens are there?" asked
"About a thousand," replied Greenough.
Taylor figured up the number of eggs
that a thousand hard-working hens might
produce, and then, instead of giving
words to a long bit of legal advice, he
scribbled down a four-line verse and
handed it to Greenough. This was the
"If the poultry of your neighbor tnaa
Into rour jard should chauce to stray,
Dou't lcl jour anfiiy rise,
Bui find Use brus a pl?^ to lay!"
SENATOR ATLEB fOVERENF. OF OHIO STOLE AND BURNED
AND ADMITS IT!
sprang forward and put my foot upon
the blazing gate. In an instant it stop
ped, but I could feel the tug of it as it
attempted to go forward.
"Then I discovered the cause of its
strange crawHngs. It pras fastened to a
copper wire which was run through the
shrubs into the hands of my '_-om pan ions.
They had followed me, after directing me
to the old gate, which they had Intended
all the time that I should take. When I
removed it I did not notice that one of
the confederates had already attached
the wire to it. They followed rae back
to the bonfire ground, knowing full well
that I woxild not wait a while for them,
and then start the business of the night
lighting the fire. "*
"Never in my "life have I had such a
lesson in the value of private property
as I had that night. It was a terrific
lesson. Even after I had discovered the
hoax I was still terrified.
"And I believe that the lesson remained
with .me to this day. I never think of
Halloween without recalling the dark
night and the crawling gate that left
the fire before my very eyes.
"Incidentally I might remark that that
was my last Halloween celebration of a
destructive nature! Afterward I con
tented myself with parties of a milder
and more lawful nature."
After this story the Investigator into
the ways of witches with public men
went to the office of Senator Shafroth of
Colorado, who enjoys the reoutatlon of
being a singularly solid and non-believing
man who takes care of the facts and
leaves the fancies to themselves.
"What was your greatest Halloween
experience?" the investigator Inquired.
"That Is a question," replied the sen
ator, "that is fraught with sorrow in
There was a pause.
"I think." he said, reflectively, "that
Halloween should be abolished. It is a
dangerous thing to stir up the witches
and the sprites. One can never tell
where It will end. The most remarkable
things will result from the most trivial
"Yes," assented the investigator.
"By the way," continued the senator,
"did I ever tell you that I hold a world's
record for running the half-mile dis
"That is not generally known," said the
"It Is not," agreed the senator, "but
It is a fact. I am the fastest half-mile
runner you ^ver saw in your life. And
this is how It came about:
"Some years ago, a great many, in fact,
when I was a boy, I attended a Hal
loween party near our house and after
remaining there until about 11 o'clock I
started on my way homeward. It was a
rather dark walk in those days, for the
electric and gas lights were not then
small town luxuries.
"Coming along the blackened road on
a cloudy Halloween night, especially when
one is thinking of all the things that one
has seen in superstition during t lie course
of the evening's party, is not what might
be called the liveliest of work.
"I got as far as the long lane which
led to our house when I beheld some
thing flickering in the trees. At first I
paid no attention to it. Then, as I got
nearer, I gazed up and there, apparently
sitting on a branch of a tree, was a hid
eous yellow glaring face, fixed in a dead
"The body was of white. Even as I
watched it. I could see it sway from side
to side like some great bird. I was so
terrified that I could not move. I looked
again at the creature, which seemed to
be bending down toward me. Its eyes
were a glowing red, like the fires of the
Inferno. ItB nose was a glowing blue.
The cavernous mouth was simply a
ghastly slit without shape. Even as I
was taking my last look the thing lurched
toward ine and fell almost into my arms.
"It was then that I broke the world's
record for the half mile. I say half mile;
it may have been more. I never at
tempted to calculate exactly the distance
which I put between myself and the crea
"The next morning I returned to the
spot, still trembling, and examined the
eerie thing. It was a cleverly devised
pumpkin bead with colored gloss for the
eyes and nose. Four candles were so ar
ranged in it as to give an almost human
expression to the eyes. A long sheet was
The senator paused.
"I have always regretted." he conclud
ed, "that it was not possible for me to
have had a fctop-watch on the half mile
which I ran. I believe this to be the moat
wonderful part of the whole adventure "
Senotor Marti ne of New Jersey, when
approached, told a tale that would send
the shivers of apprehension along the
spine of a Rameses mummy.
It seems that many years ago when he
was but a youth he went forth with *
party of boy friends on one of those
confetti-tossing larks which are part of
the celebration of the advent or Hal
loween. It was a merry party for awhile
and finally, after a number of adven
tures, the party happened to run rfeross
a rather grouchy and irritated consta
The constable had his own idea about
the law and order, and In none of his
regulations did he include the considera
tion of the witches who ride astride
brooms or anything of that kind. He
started after the boys, who immediately
dispersed with great enthusiasm.
TTie senator-to-be was among the first
to depart in search of another place.
And it so happened that he ran Into a
deserted graveyard. He stumbled upon
a lonesome tombstone. Then he struck
a statue, which gave him the fright of
his life. After he had hidden in and
around for a while, he started to go
home. And then he saw a ghostly light
playing upon one of those old fiat stones
that used to be used to mark graves.
v*n? OF UK
cell.bratio" or hallowbgk.
According to the best information, un
the subject the senator lost no thn? in
getting distance between himself and
that graveyard. Afterward. It wni
scientifically demonstrated, the ghostly
light was the rays of the rami) play in*
on the stone between the leaves of the
trees. Hut this did not appear to be of
interest at the time.
One of the unique experiences is ti at
recounted hy Senator Norris of Ne
braska. Who is a great believer in influ
ences for good coming from any and all
"The Halloween which T best remem
ber, * said he, "occurred In Washington
after I had arrived at the age when
men usually forego the belief in Hal
"I was coming home on the street car
one evening and was* with the usual
home-going crowd of Halloween diner.*
There was lots of entertainment on the
car. Groups of people had sprinkled
each other with confetti, and were
laughing at each other'c efforts to clear
themselves of the clinging paper. They
were a well dressed, well fed. happy
group of people of what Washington
calls the upper strata or society.
"The car stopped and on to the car
climbed an old woman with a basket
She was tired, evidently, very tired.
Now all of the seats in the car were
occupied by women. As soon as the
old woman got on 1 had a mental ?
glimpse of the thing that I had seen oc
cur so many times In street cars-well
dressed women sitting while an old and
poor woman stood In the aisle.
"This time I was unutterably astonish
ed. The old woman had no sooner read -
ed the Inside of the car when four women
arose to give her their places. They car
ried her basket In and placed It in front
of her before their escorts could ev?.n
The senator from Nebraska jjaused.
"It was a little thing." he said ulth a
half smile, "but it was so unusual that
I have often wondered if the witches
didn't have a hand in it."
Probably the wildest Halloween 'that
has been experienced tn Congress whs
that of Representative Roberts of
Nevada, who has seen many things
his time. .
"Mine was a Halloween that I don t
think I'd forget as long as I live," h?
began. "No man who hasn't been west
knows anything, really, about the cele
bration of Halloween. Many, many years
ago when I was very young I lived in
a small town where the cowboys used
to come !n every Halloween.
"I went to bed early on this particular
Halloween. It was necessary for me to
get up early in those days and I had no
time for the celebration of the event as
It is celebrated in thu larger cities of
"About 11 o'clock I was awakened
by a most unearthly screech.
"I started up In bed. The screech was
repeated at intervals, and then came tha
terrific explosion of a revolver?those oid
44's used to sound loud on a quiet street
at n\)dnight. Again came the screech,
this time nearer, and again it was fol
lowed by the explosion of the revolver.
"I waited for a while, not daring to
move. I couldn't think what it was. All
the time the noise came closer and closer
and 1 worked up enough courage to peer
out of the window. There were thre*
cowboys t ttering back to their camp
filled with enough Halloween enthusiasm
in liquid form to wreck an ordinary com
"While I watched, wondering whether
or not they were going to fire In my
direction next, they passed close to the
house and a stern-faced man came out
and spoke to them. They gave one final
yip-yip and galloped away.
"For weeks afterward when l went to
bed at night I could hear that yelp of
theirs, and it took a lot of brushing to
get my hair to lie down whero it lie
Representative Anderson of Minnesota
was asked his most remarkable Hal
"When I was fourteen." he replied.
"What was It?"
dark night, a step removed from a
ladder I attempted to come down, a fall
of three feet and two weuKs in hod with
a twisted ankle." he replied. "That was
enough for me "
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BY THE BOUXiEVABDIEB.
WHEN the changes in the seasons
come there is always a determined
effort on the part of the fashion
able dressers to introduce what they are
pleased to term the "hit of the season" in
neckwear. This does not mean necessar
ily the collar nor the tie by itself. Some
times it is a combination of both. Some
times it represents a radical change, and
sometimes it is so utterly grotesque as to
destroy itself before it has bc;n fairly
tried. For instance, during the present
season there has come into Washington a
necktie-and-collar arrangement which is
designed to show more of the tie and less
of the collar than we have been used to
seeing in years.
The new collar is not one that any in
dividual may criticise. The average man
gets small enough opportunity to get any
color into his dressing schemes. But,
talking with haberdashers, the writer is
convinced that the new collar will not be
Briefly, it is the low collar with the long
points which became so popular last sum
mer, but it is the lew collar considerably
altered. Instead of being a pla^n turned
down affair, it is so constructed that ex
cept where the long points come in it dis
plays the necktie beneath. Thus if a man
wore this collar without a coat his neck
tie from that point of the neck beginning
above the collar bone and extending back
would be visible. With this collar it has
become customary to wear a plain, single
Recently the Boulevardier talked with a
Washington haberdasher regarding the
new collar. His reply was characteristic.
Shrugging his shoulders he said:
"It is a novelty. It is something unique
and something that will sell because it is
unusual. But as a steady proposition I
don't believe it is going to get by. I don't
think that the average man is ever going
to accept a hybrid compromise between
the English wing collar and the American
"That, is really what this collar has at
tempted to do?to bring about a conflict
of the two accepted styles of collars. It
is not the first attempt of the kind. l?ut
it is tar more radical than any previous
effort. Just as the standing collar has
become less extreme, so has the 'com
promise' collar advanced. You will grasp
this by recalling the first typ? of collar
of tbe 'compromise' kind. It wu one of
those high collars which differed from its
predecessors only in that the outside flap
was about a quarter of an inch shorter
than the inside flap. This collar could
easily be worn without even exciting the
suspicion that it was a departure from
the old high, turn-down type."
"What then of the new style?"
"Why, It it a low collar that makes pos
sible a plimp.se of the necktie above the
vest, and in front of the point where the
neck of the coat strikes the spine.
Already this new mode of fashion lias
made its appearance. It is not particu
larly inspiring, and It is thus far only
affected by the extremists of fashion
who desire to accomplish something that
nobody else has ever essayed. Fashion
is largely a matter of pioneering some
thing that is not generally known, and
trusting that the. style will have suffi
cient merit to carry it through.
Despite the desire to reform collar
styles the old "up and down" collar so
generally pictured in tailoring advertise
ments. will hold the fort this winter, in
the writer's judgment. Men. tradition
ally slow to change their modes of cloth
ing, have generally accepted this collar,
and In winter, indeed, it Is a most ex
There is a novel advertisement for the
high, turn-down collar, which the writer
recently heard. It was from an F street
clothier, one of the most conservative in
"In the olden times," said he, "the
average man raised whiskers. Look at
the pictures of your fathers and grand
fathers, and you will find their faces sur
rounded by a great growth of whiskers
that In its mildest form hung down to
the top button of the vest. Now those
whiskers were a splendid protection to the
throat. The men who raised them sel
dom suffered from such latter-day ail
ments as tonsilitis and the like. They
were men who didn't mind leaving off
their collars and neckties entirely.
"The universal mania for shaving,
caused, doubtless, by the Increasing ad
vertisements for patent safety razors,
has led men to disregard nature's throat
protection. They will get shaved In all
sorts of weather and go into the street.
"The high turn-down collar, usually
termed the 'varsity brand.' furnishes the
modern man with the throat covering
which he lost when he removed his
beardi In summer the demand for these
high collars is not great, and there are
many experimental styles attempted
successfully. But in the winter I doubt
if any high-low collar arranged along
the lines cf the popular summer brands
can be a success."
It has been said that Hie "tailorq^ade
collar" is becoming more and more a
mode among the fashionables, the idea
being that the average man can accom
plish a pattern which is suited to his
particular needs. But In spite of the
fact that most men are not particularly
veil fitted there does not seem to be a
great demand for the private style in
Concerning the modern vogue in au
tumn neckties there seems to be but a
single great departure from the styles
of other years. Reference is made to
the velvet tie. It is usually of a modest
design, a black background with faint
stripes of red or blue. Made in the or
dinary four-in-hand style, it has a dis
tinct improvement over the silk tie in the
way it holds Us shape.
It seemed strange to the average ob
server that Washington dealers, so soon
after the fiasco of the "Bulgarian tie,"
should have attempted another experi
ment. Yet they did and it now appears
that the velevt tie will prove as much of
a success as its predecessor did a failure.
There is something of extreme interest
in the fact that a new collar should be
introduced which is essentially intended
to make as much of a display of the
tie as possible, while at the same time
a necktie should be brought into the
market which is the anthesls of all of its
louder relatives of the late summer and
early fall- ' t
It Is noticeable now that man. even ?n
his fashions of the moet extreme type, is
essentially utilitarian. Thus when the
summer is passed and the ldw collar is on
the decline?despite the earnest efforts of
some dealers to continue Its popularity?
the bow tie of the "white trousers" days
also disappears. The bow tie and the low
collar seem not to be able to exist in win
ter, no matter how hard the dealers push
them. It is a psychological more than a
sartorial question. In the first place it is
a physical impossibility to keep a bow tie
looking like anything other than a dis
pirited washing when one is wearing an
overcoat with it. This is one thought
which escapes many young men and Is
one of the things that keeps them won
dering, in consequence, why they are not
well dressed when they have on new
clothes. When a man is wearing a heavy
overcoat and is inclined toward the bow
tie habit, his neckwear is almost inva
Haberdashers have been informing the
writer steadily for the last several months
that they expected the new velvet tie to
bring tn the wing collar, their theory being
that the quiet nature of the neckwear will
be sufficient to persuade the ,1 varug'1
dresser to show more of it.
While they arc pushing their new "fall
hit collar," the dealers are steadily insist
ing upon a consideration of the wing col
lar. By many dressers this Is regarded
a.s a sad calamity. The complaint against
the more constant wearing of the high
wing collar is that it will cheapen a ntyl??
which has already become one of the rec
/agnized forms for evening dress. Most
men are sick of the old high-pointed
collar which rams itself persistently lnt*?
the tonsils and gives to the Mhort-necked
man an appearance of having been put
Into the pillory for a short time.
They argue that If the wing collar can
become the accepted style of collar for the
daily wear it will inevitably make the
collar de trop for evening wear; in tills
contingency will drive the wearer* back
to the old high-pointed collars thai have
been most heartily hated by two out of
THERE are charity societies, as all the
world knows, that only give to the
poor a quarter or a half cent of every
dollar they take in. most of their sub
scriptions going for salaries to officers
and investigators for expensive rentals,
Richard March, the charity expert of
Denver, was condemning these cliariti
"A man's wife shouted up to Mm th?
" 'Don't you think this blue overt-oil
with the strapped-in back is too ne? aai
fashionable. George, to give away?'
"'It's the agent of the Alpha Incoi
porated Charities that's at the door, isn't
" 'Yes, dear.'
" 'Then let the coat go.' said <ieorge
'It'll be old enough and old-fashioned
enough before It gets to the poor dub
that is shivering for it now." "
A Lot of Racket.
HOWARD ELLIOTT, the new pie&ident
of the New Haven and Hartford
railroad, was talking, at a luncheon in
New York, about a millionaire who had
been boasting overmuch?boasting about
his Raphaels, his Louis Seise furn.ture.
his Gobelins and his Aubussons.
"Of course, he's a self-made man." said
Mr. Elliott. "I'm very fond of self-made
men. The only objection to thein is thai
sometimes they've failed to pvt them
selves together so as to work noise
lessly * "
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