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EDITORIAL PAGE OF THE WASHINGTON TIMES APRIL 29, 1918 WASHINGTON , THE NATIONAL DAILY agS SP ARTHUR BRISBANE. Editor ana Owner IriSn EDGAXl D. SHAW. Publliher Entrd cona -cUi nattr at the Poitotflc at Washington. P. C. Published Every venlns (Including Bandar) by The Washington Times Company. Munsey BIdg., Pennsylvania Ave. Hall Bnbicrlptions: 1 yar (Inc. Sunday). 17:00: t Month. S1.75: 1 month. SOo MOJTOAT, APRH. . lf. Therelsinthe City of Washington OetRich-Quick Swindling of the Public Just "WHY Can It Not Be Stopped! There is in the city of Washington a concern engaged in seUiner stock to the nublic onenlv. It is believed by this newspaper to be a stock in which the public will lose every dollar invested. It is believed by this newspaper that the stock selling is not honest, not conducted by nonest men. This belief, we are informed by the Police Department, is shared by the police. Statements have been made and posted up in writing by this concern alleging conditions which do not exist and can be disproved. The police say that they have no law under which they can stop exploitation of this land. It is curious that the individual little criminal is so easily checked in his career. Any policeman, any official, can stop him. But the well-organized system of robbing the public at large is peculiarly well protected, hard to overcome.. WHY? P. S. To this it may be added that there are in Wash ington literally hundreds of men engaged in robbing the public through so-called "handbook" betting operations. The police know that these men- are at work constantly, they know the names of many of them. They are aware that they violate the law, that they take hundreds of thousands of dollars from woriong people. There is no doubt whatever as to the good faith of the police in this matter. Where is the trouble? Is it HIGHER UP? TnogmnftTi as the people of Washington are not allowed to control themselves, make their own laws, or select their own officials,, it ought to be saebody's business to protect them from the occasional tmevery of "get-rich-quick" schemers, and the all-year-around rascality of public gam blers. Another Good McAdoo Job Under Private Control of Bailroads You Would Have Waited Ten Years For It, Or A Hundred Years. The Baltimore and Ohio trains now run into the Penn sylvania railroad station, land their passengers in the middle of New York city. No jnore getting out at a ferry to cross the North river, carrying-your baggage into the ferry, carrying it oft again, struggling for a taxicab or a street car or walking through the crowded waterfront on the way to a subway. Mr. McAdoo, managing the railroads for the people, has in mind quite naturally the CONVENIENCE of the people. It did not take him long to act when the fact was point ed out to him, or when his own wide engineering and rail road experience showed him how easy it would be to in crease the comfort of Baltimore and Ohio travelers, BY LANDING THEM IN THE HEART OF NEW YORK. The Pennsylvania railroad, with its big Manhattan sta tion and its tubes under the river, was there ready. There was nothing to do but give the order that Balti more and Ohio trains should be sent through the Pennsyl vania tube into the Pennsylvania station. This under PRIVATE AND SELFISH OWNERSHIP could not be done. The owners of the Pennsylvania wanted to freeze out, quite naturally, the owners of the Baltimore and Ohio. They are not to be blamed for that. Private ownership of public monopolies is a game of freeze-out, with the public usually the frozen one, but with competitors frozen out also whenever that is possible. The Pennsylvania railroad and the New York Central railroad, protecting their stockholders which is what of ficials are paid to do always fought to keep other rail roads from landing their passengers in New York. The thing changed when the people took over the rail roads and Mr. McAdoo was put in charge of them. McAdoo said quite truly, "The freeze-out game is non sense. The object of railroads should be to carry the public comfortably and land the people where they want to be landed." He gave orders that the Baltimore and Ohio cars go into New York city, using the Pennsylvania station, -which the people control. The Baltimore and Ohio cars are going in there now, and it is another fine red feather that the public will gladly put in the cap of McAdoo. That won't be the end of this good work. The next step will be to give to New Jersey Central railroad travelers the benefit of access to the Hudson tubes which, by the way, McAdoo himself built although he no longer has any interest in them. The use of those tubes had been monopolized for suburban traffic by the Delaware and Lackawanna, the Erie, and the Pennsylvania. And Mr. McAdoo had to actually force upon the Lackawanna the use of the tubes. The hundreds of thousands of suburban passengers that use the New Jersey Central railroad will soon be able thanks to Mr. McAdoo to land in the center of New York city, downtown or uptown, stepping directly into any sub way that they want. This means added convenience, in the year, for millions. (Continued in Last Column.) He's Fighting Are You? Buy a Bond -T ' THE DECEPTION OF FALSE YOUTH Money Cannot Turn December Into May. T HE old gentleman In the buff waistcoat, flecked with red, announced to bis guests that he never Intended to grow old. The statement Interested me. he was the oldest looking person I bad ever seen. The party, of which he was plain ly the host, occupied a table next the one where I sat, in a big fash ionable hotel where noise is apt to pass as gayety, clothes for beauty, and the Influence of wine for wit His guests might all have been grandchildren thoy consisted of a "short-time" vaudeville lady and her dancing partner; a young wo man who breeds toy dogs; a gen tleman Jockey of sorts part gentleman, part Jockey. A boy-about-town; a girl with cropped hair and a ferocious appetite. A lady with the face of a vulture antecedents and history unknown. Ifot Afraid of the Dark. None pf the motley company dining at hsl expense challenged the old gentleman's sttement, and he repeated it, like a child crying in the dark "I'm not afraid' No. I'm not afraid of the dark!" The guests smiled assent, the poor old dotard had been lavish with his hospitality, the least they could do was to humor his delu sion. Presently the old man drew out his wallet a big apoplectic affair, highly polished by much slipping In and out of his pocket. The waiter had not presented his bill. Indeed he was nowhere In sight, but the gesture of reaching for the wallet had become auto matic with the old gentleman In the buff waistcoat shot with scar let. His purse was his wishing By Beatric cap, so when he repeated the greatest of all his desires not to grow old unconsciously be took out his purse. But he could not "tip" Time. The grim figure with the scythe seemed to be waiting, with his ac count, at the old man's elbow. Selfishly, I hoped "It" would not happen there, at the table next mine In imagination, I saw the little flurry that the passing of the old moth would bring about. He would collapse, fall, there would be confusion, the waiters would carry him out and the band would play Its liveliest music In Its nois iest key to hide the momentary disorder. And In a moment or two everyone would be eating and drinking as usual. But "It" did not happen there, I am thankful to say. He was bab bling to the girl with the cropped hair that he was as young as she e Fairfax. was. And she was rolling her eyes wickedly at the company, then bringing them back to that with ered old face with the pouched sacs under the eyes, and the drop ped Jaw, with a mockery that could not have deceiveda younger man. I took stock of the "youth" he continued to talk of It consisted of clothes, hair-dye, and a gro tesque levity of manner. What was left of him, outside this inventory, was crumbling with age of the most repulsive type. Age that through long selfish years has put away nothing worth while. He had tried to keep young from without, rather than from within. He put dye on his hair, but his brain and soul he starved. The bravery of the yellow waistcoat shot with scarlet, made the vacant old face above It look more like parchment. And the poor old feet In their tight patent leathers must Once Overs Looking Past the Hard Luck. OsrrfiM. ins, Inttrutlaul Km Sarin. It Is great to bo an optimist. Ever tried it? Hard at first to train yourself that way, but it pays In the end. x Be bigger than the trifles of every-day annoyance. You have bard luck; you can't help It; forget it Don't forget the lesson Involved, but forget to mourn over It Look ahead and see brightness In the future. Banish regret and useless remorse. It is misfortune or mistakes which have started most men on the road to real achievement In future you may look back to your lost profits, lost position, lost friends, as stepping-stones to ultimate success. A land full of opportunities lies before yon. Have faith In your ability to grasp some of them. You cannot be a Jown-and-outer while you have conSdgnce in yourself. have made him suffer beyond words. The Fatal Thin? Was the Wallet. The fatal thing about the old man was thd- big shining wallet with which be had always paid his way. There had neer been a time, since he came Into his money, that he could not command the paid smiles, the paid assent to any statement no matter how foolish by such a company as he had gathered about him tonight. He paid the bills, tbey ate and agreed. He sat there a wretched refutation of the statement; "all men are born equal." He had been born with a handicap the handi cap of too much money. It had weighed him down, kept him from taking the hurdles of life. Eventually, he had dropped out of the race, compromised, and agreed to call the whole of life a picnic. His face had grown to be the face of the disheveled plcnlc-er after a long hard day In which there had been too much unwhole some food, too much rag-time fun, too much promiscuous company and starvation for heart and mind. The company at the next table had finished their dinner and bare ly concealed their humor at the old man's expense; the waiter pocket ed his tip with a smirk no one In the world cared a snap of his fingers about the old gentleman In the yellow waistcoat shot with scarlet The big fat shiny wallet had sealed his doom! He seemed the oldest person in the world, but be said as he shuffled out: "I'm as young as any of you boys and girls." Poor old Methulselah! " h'vE BEEP I I Vs? x ( HOW - I . LJ 11LJ w LET THE WEDDING BELLS RING OUT.: LOOKA HE&E, VOU'RE Too ETAMAMT WHAT DID vou Boy, AmvHoiuP 7 (& V- (x Bought LIBERTY s5v-v l OH UjELL I f(l U THAT'S It Does Not Pay to Steal Automobiles in Washington A Few Facts and a Good Detective Story to Show Yon That It Is As Easy As Pie to Catch a Motor Thief When Ton Have a Specialized Detective Force. By EAEL GODWIN. "Why don't you say something about the enormous number of automobiles stolen in this town" r. ,. TMnlir atohta BOW is JOHN KIRBY, the magazine writer, riding on a horse and wearing checkered pants. I don't know who policeman 695 is, but he told me he sucked his Yit..li nnttf tut Tnut ten vears old. -A -wn 4bn TMTlM RftVC COntUl- ued had he not frozen that mem ber, which rendered it paimui ior sacking purposes. TVonV Want nMn11v has a story about wartime Washington in the Century Magazine this month, and, nnlilcn most writers, he calls peo ple's names right out. For instance, he has LARRY HILLS in it; also JOE TUMULTY. tjt" HMTPrMWA. xrho has been in the executive office of the White House since the T. R. days, is de cribd bv Mr. Ollalley. but not mentioned: also RUDY FORSTER, TOM BRAHANY, and rouce um cers KELLY and DALRYMPLE. Then the article winds np with a picture of Pennsylvania avenue made in 1880, I guess, as it shows high-wheel bicycles and horse cars. The mail today brinjrs me an or der from LEVI COOK for that hat. However, the explanations by Mr. Cook are valuable and interesting,! and I will have them ready for pub-' lication, in full or in part, tomorrow, I think. DEMPSTER SMITH calls atten tion to that thingummy at the northwest corner of Fifteenth street and New York avenue the little house on one leg, in which a man Is supposed to keep the switches straight and asks HOW IK THE WORLD THE MAN EVER GETS OUT? MR. SMITH offers a circus ticket as the prize for the best answer. last Friday at Tontfl and V mtrmm about 2:45 p. m. The horse was one of six which were hauling print paper down to brother FLEMING NEW- euld, and it was a wonder soma one wasal killed. People who wonder where I went walking yesterday may be delighted, or disappointed, to learn thatldidnt. I went over on the Ridge road, which is less than half a dozen miles from the Capitol and as rural as middle Nebraska, but on the way over I hap pened to see the mayor of East Wash ington, COTTER T. BRIDE, sitting In his doorway looking as happy as a clam at high tide. So my trip was not fruitless, was it? US THIS BE TRUE I A very conspicuous feature of yes terday's Liberty loan parade was that not a man 'within the radius of my vision and I was np and down the. Avenue doffed his hat when the col ors went by. JOLD3 M. THAYER. April 27, 1918. 1474 Clifton St B. K. POSTLETHWArrE, of tha Wystt building, also criticises the lack of respect for the flag: "Remembering the titanic strag gle for liberty which was in prog ress even as the parade was mov ing, it seems as though the least wa bystanders' could have done would have been to bare our heads as the flic mused. Officers and privates might also stand at 'salute as the flag passed. These little customs are worth while. Let's be ready for the next opportunity to show thst we are REAL RED-BLOODED AMERICANS. Cheer the boys! Salute the.flagl" 'Naming the Tub" do please nae numerals for New York avenue say No. 1, and so on, to all the others. Soon everyone, even children, would know the location of No. 1 in anv color -nrefemd. Easv to remember and to place when mentioned. JULIA C. BRADLEY, 120 B street northeast. BUNNY WARNER and a friend and I saw car 610 on the WRECO run Into one of JOHN NEWBOLD'S horses Who do yon say Is the mort distinguished alnmnni of the Jefferson School! Another Good McAdoo Job (Continued from First Column.) It means increased value for the real estate of many of the most important cities in New Jersey. And all of this goes to the credit of McAdoo, and Gov ernment control of railroads. Anybody who imagines that the people, seeing the results of Government ownership, will allow the railroads to go back to private control is badly mistaken. The railroads are mere, ine power is mere, uw ugui. ! the people is there. ' And PUBLIC OWNERSHIP will replace public control. There will be no more little private fights between cor 'porations, freezing each other out part of the time, and ' freezing the public out all of the time. This from a brave anonymous writer to -whom I give thanks for the suggestion. Since July 1, 1917, down to the minute this line is writ ten 390 automobiles have been stolen in the District of Co lumbia and reported to the police. That is considerably more than one a day, and might make any automobile owner nervous lest some slick mechanic break into the most care fully locked auto and drive the car away to be repainted and sold. A very serious record, and I "will agree with my anony mous friend that a lot of cars have been stolen. But on the other hand 361 of. these stolen cars have been located and returned to their owners, and only twenty-nine cars have failed to turn up, since July I of last year. It does NOT pay to steal automobiles here. The detec tive force has the automobile crook down fine and frequently catcheshim before he has a chance to pass through Bockvflle or Baltimore or any other gateway to another State. Let me tell you a story. Inspector Clifford Grant was very anxious a short time ago to catch a man who seemed to make a specialty of stealing Buicks. Several of this tyjj had disappeared and Grant had informed police officials in other towns that he. would be glad to hear from men who picked up crooks with a penchant toward stealing these cars. One day a Pennsylvania official wired Grant he had a Buick fiend. Detective Jacob Berman was sent up to the Pennsyl vania city, and although the crook admitted nothing, Berman discovered the location of the man's trunk. It was at a hotel here. They ransacked the trunk and on the corner of a tat tered envelope happened to be a garage address in New York city. Berman slipped on to the trail again and went to New York cityfiand by sticking to the case discovered that seven teen cars stolen in "Washington had been sold through the New York address. The man himself actually had a business office "here in a prominent building, advertising himself as a dealer in used cars. He also had an office in New York. At night he loafed around good hotels. In this city he would steal a car and drive it to New York and sell it, and in New York he would steal a car, drive it here and sell it. He is now "doing" five years for thefts in" Pennsylvania. Whenjbe gets out he will be tried for his crookedness here. It distinctly does NOT pay to steal cars in this city, and perhaps this suggestion will cause insurance companies to lower their rates on insurance against thieves. HEARD AND SEEN 4 3$fe"