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EDITORIAL PAGE OF THE WASHINGTON TIMES MAY 11, 1918 WASHINGTON WtiVfostos Corked By T. E. Powers . Safety First i A Little Something Written to Show That Airbrakes Are Better Thau ' Band Brake mud That Conductors and Motormen I Should Not Trade Places. I THE NATIONAL DAILY ARTHUR BRISBANE. Editor and Owner EDGAR D. SHAW. Publisher Entered as second dui matter at the Postoffice at Washington. D. C ' " '"' mm&mmmv&mft Published Every Evening (Including Sundays) by The Washington Times Company, Munsey Bldg., Pennsylvania Ave. Mall Subscriptions: 1 year (Inc. Sundays). 7.0Q. 3 Months. S1.75: 1 month. 60c SATURDAY. MAT 11. 1J1J. Tomorrow Is Mother's Day Woman Sustains, Guides, and Controls the World. Of all events here on earth, the greatest is the birth of a baby. Great battles are fought, won and lost. Nations and religions rise and falL Great cities flourish today, and to morrow the sand lies heavy over them. And of all these events the eternal Niagara of new babies is the first and essential foundation. He knows little of real life, its greatest happiness, deep est devotion, intensest suffering, who has never witnessed the arrival of a new human being in this life of progress and struggle! There lies the new baby at last, its black face gradually turning- pink, its first gasping breaths changing the color of its blood, its tiny fists opening and closing reaching out for nourishment already, its face tying itself into the first philo sophical, cosmos-interrogating knot.. Its feet turn inward and its legs are crooked. Its head is so shapeless as to dis courage any one but a mother; it has three years of gurgling, ten years of childhood, ten years of foolishness, ten years of vanity and possibly a few years of real usefulness ahead of it Some one must be patient, hopeful, interested, proud, never discouraged, always devoted, through all these years. That "some one," the mother, lies there weak and white on the , bed. Her forehead and all her body are wet with agony but she thinks no longer of that. She has heard her baby's first cry, and whether it be her first or- her tenth, the feeling is the same. Her feeble, out stretched arms and. her hollow, loving eyes are turned toward the helpless little creature. Those arms and that love.will never desert it as long as trie mother shall live. The mother's weak hand supports the heavy, dull baby head and guides it to its rest on her breast. And that hand which supports the head of the new-born baby, the mother's hand, supports the civilization' of the world. Don't Be In a Hurry, Young Gentlemen There are many young men on earth who fail because they lack ambition and determination to advance. There are many more whose trouble is hasty ambition. They fail to realize their present chances in their hurried reaching out for something better. You may see in any club, pool-room, or other resort for wasting time crowds of young men smok ing and deploring their lack of success. "I've been working three years at the same job and the same salary," one will say, "and I don't see what chance I have for getting ahead." The young man who talks in this way does not realize that success depends on developing the qualities which are in him. He can develop them if he will, no matter what his place in the world. Once he is ready to do good work, once he is developed, the work will find him out. When Napoleon Bonaparte was resting from his labors at St. Helena he used to tell this story: "One day on parade a young lieutenant stepped out of the ranks much excited to appeal to me personally. He said to me that he had been a lieutenant for five years and had not been able to advance in rank. I said to him, 'Calm your self. I was seven years a lieutenant, and yet you see that a man may push himself forward, for all that.' " Napoleon, when he preached this lesson to the young, dis satisfied officer, was the self-made Emperor of the French and of a great many other nations. He had come to Paris a thin, hollow-cheeked, under-sized boy from the conquered and despised island of Corsica. He stuck in the humble grade of lieutenant for seven years. When the time came he blossomed out. When he was lieutenant he was developing himself. He studied and mastered the art of war. He wrote the history of Corsica, and no one would publish it. He wrote a drama which was never acted. He wrote a prize essay for the Academy of Lyons, and did not win the prize. On the con trary, his effort was condemned as incoherent and poor in style. These were a few failures; enough to make your ordi nary young man throw up his hands and say: "I've done all I can do; now let the world look out for me." Just as he became hopeful about the future, when he knew that he had real military genius, he was dismissed from the army, and his career seemed to be ended. He made the thin soup upon which he and his brother lived. He could afford to change his shirt only once a week. He said: "I breakfasted off dry bread, but I bolted the door on my poverty." He kept at it, and all the time, successful or otherwise, he was developing himself. He developed into an emperor. Young men will please notice that fact, and the fact that Napoleon worked and tried under adversity and monotony instead of grumbling. The newspaper reporter who does not get ahead very fast, the author whose manuscripts are treated as were Na poleon's first efforts, may studv with considerable profit a young American writer named Richard Harding Davis. That young man had been a reporter in Philadelphia for seven years when he went to work on a New York evening news paper at a small salary. He had written and was writing some of his best stories, but could not get ahead, apparently. Nevertheless, he kept on trying, and developed himself! When other young men were busy talking about themselves (Continued in Last Column.) (wqo. ahead x s PLfc Cjzjr uy Tf'""""",iii''i""''iitiiiiiii i laK5ttWT'l ZyzZ&ri&ip How Careful We Ought To Be About What We Seal Up In Letters THERE they lie. In a neat lit tle pile, the letters I won der what's In them. I rather hate to open them and see. Yesterday the sun was shining and some one sent me a box of pink arbutus, and all the room was fragrant with it, and I wanted to sing and the postman came; and when I opened the letter that he brought, 1 wanted not to sing but to groan. Cold, slippery, that was the weather where the letter came from. And one was down with pneumonia and another bad a niece with the whooping cough, and some one had slipped away without paying debts, and times were hard, and the whole world was a moan of anguish. "Hello, I Like Ton." There was another letter In that mall, and It wasn't sad. It was cross. I hadn't written often enough; perhaps I was too busy with Important people to re member unimportant ones. Prob ably I had forgotten my old friend ships and didn't want to be re minded of them, and doubtless I would tear this letter up half read and throw It into my waste basket with a sneer. There was something about the way the waste basket was men tioned that made It seem suddenly a heinous crime to own one add mine, Jt appeared, must be made of gold and embossed with pearls and diamonds, as an ostentation of my proud wealth and gorgeous es tate. I did start to throw the letter into the waste basket but the By Winifred Black bottom of the waste basket is worn out, so I threw it into the fire, and I'm not going to an swer it. I don't want, a friend who is Jealous and suspicious I have no use for a friendship that is noth ing but a distorted idea of owner ship and possession and a kind of twisted self-importance. The third letter that day was jnst a note: "We had cornbread and milk for lunch today and some cherry pre servesdo yon remember the day I put them up? and I kept thinking of you, and so I wrote to say: Tlello, I like you. " That was all. But the sun shone again, and my heart began to sing. I could just see them sit ting at the little round table in the lorig, low living room. Did they set it in front of the fire, I wonder, or by the window? And which dishes did they use the blue and white or the yellow ones? Or did they lay the table with the little blue and white cloth that came from Chinatown in San Francisco? What fun we had the day we bought it together, my Once Overs The Chummy Wife and the Happy Husband. CtopTrlffct. ltlt. Iltmatliaal Km Sw-rln. Tou never heard of a chummy wife's husband being away from his home, did you? ' Reason Is very tmple. Ideal companionship makes a man contented, and the chummy wife Is the ideal companion. She does not pester him with enraremeata for pink teas and social iventi In which she knows he is not Interested; she does not want to lose her grip on him, and she Is wise. Too many women can sleep in th morning or afternoon and be ready for a gay evening, while their poor husbands have a work-a-day lite which leaves them so fatigued that all they desire In the world Is to be let alone to rest after they have dragged themselves horn at night. Nagged to go somewhere most every night. Is It any wonder that these men get Into the habit of rematnlng down town for dinner and go ing to the club after work, where they can sit in peace and comfort? The really chummy wife is thoughtful for her husband's comfort. She talks with him of social matters and affairs, but being a real pal ha consults Ms mood and desire before she tries to plan his rest time. dear friend and I! Or did they put on the nice tan-colored cloth that is the latest artistic fad? Table Gossip. What did they talk about at the table? Me, I hope. Don't yon love to have people talk about you when they say kind and loving things? All my faults and failings, all my follies and mistakes, all my careless cruelties and stubborn ways I don't mind a bit. so long as the people who speak of them love me a little in spite of them. I don't like people to pretend they think me perfect, do you? There's always something so un real about it. Give me an honest friend, with a frank tongue and a ready laugh and a warm heart, and I'll face the world and every thing in it without a tremor, wouldn't you? So they had cornbread and milk for lunch, did they? That was just like them, so simple and un pretending, and so good and wholesome. I think 111 have some cornbread and milk tonight, in stead of dinner. It would be a change, and do me good. Letters, letters how careful we ought to be what we seal up in them. For when the seal is broken, out pop all the sorrows and grievances and angers and hurts and - discouragements, like so many little dark arrows, or out fly good cheer and comfort and friendship and affection There they lie in a neat little pile, the letters I wonder what I shall find when I open them. (Coprritht. ITU. by Nwpapr FVMure Sr tier. Inc. Gnat Britain RlshU Reserved.) : LET THE WEDDING BELLS RING OUT.: TS I TO GET. yiS TERPlBlT HARD John to t'EAIMGSi (45K HfM THouGH VOVOi) CARE TO GO OOT FOR A LITTLE. WHILE. THIS EVlEWINCr, DEAR? IIVJI X fit- y(OTaS) f just as r THOUGHT, HE VGcSHT CrtPE TO LEAVE. The. house 1 1 ' n CaV tu tk x. M ( IT WAS Wt. SMITH V HE WAUTEP VOO To ) ) R-AY BILLIARDS S r-" 1 By EABL-GOIXWIN. There aro too many handbrake cars in service in "Wash ington. The new cars which have finally been ordered foi the two car companies will have airbrakes by order of the Public Utilities Commission. The question of handbrakes and the order for airbrake cars comes about partly through a bit of double-headed carelessness on the Brookland line a fow days ago. Two men were injured, one badly, and they might not have risked their lives if all the cars had been equipped with airbrakes, and if the company rules had been strictly enforced and complied with. John B. Weeks, the motorman of the handbrake car. was injured seriously. He allowed his conductor, Raymond Borack, to change places with him and rnn the car a while for sport or experience. They got plenty of both, as Borack shot the car squarely into the rear of the car ahead, after letting the handbrake car rash uncontrolled down along hill. Perhaps airbrakes would have saved this accident Of course, airbrakes are Vastly superior to the old handbrake; on the side of the company it is perfectly true that there is a rule on the books preventing any such trading of places as these two unfortunate men tried. Personally, I believe it is criminally dangerous to try anysuch experiments, and in addition to mechanical safety devices PLEASE, motormen and conductors, obey your com pany rules and DONT trade places. You may kill a dozen people in a hurry some fine morning. HEARD AND SEEN A. few days ago JOHN HANLON,' the well-known Pennsylvanian, was limelighted in these lines by a ref erence to his little red automobile, in which he sons himself on Con necticut avenue every Sunday. Many Pennsylvania papers copied it; and, best of alla- Pennsylvania editor who owed John money not only reprinted the piece, BUT SENT JOHN THE LONG LOST CHECK. What's In. a Name? N. BAKER is a tailor at Sixteenth and T streets northwest. Thrown Out, Maybe? Ask BOB ZACHABY if that law about a landlord evicting people without considerable notice was in effect when HARRY FLEISCH MAN'S buffet was open. If it was, I have felt that law violated. J. D. H. P: S.: Can you give a nice head ing to explain this? ERNEST PULUIAN, for years a newspaper reporter and correspond ent, la now a captain In the army, and has been ordered to Camp Perry, Ohio, to act as chief statistical of ficer. Good luck, boy. The latest military atrocity is re ported to me in this fashion; A private in the army, a gentle man of national prominence BE FORE he enlisted was sent to GEN. PEYTON MARCH with a letter. "He made that, private stand at attention. while he Wad the! Ietfcr, which was nine pages long," says my complainant. Thaf s right, Peyt, make the boys recognize you're the Chief of Staff. HENRY P. BLAIR rfr . ... Taluable information in re that foot- oau team next to No. 8 Engine House. Mr friend, JOHN B. WILKIKS, Is helplngr the Food Administration as chairman of the potato commltttee. There are millions of bushels of old crop potatoes In the market that should b eaten before the new crops come on the market. It is up to Washington to "EAT MORE POTA TOESTHE OLD CROP FIRST." PIQUE. "And &1A m mw .o.a . ....- .u., um coiDrwt mammr. SARAH britit --- winr IXGTOV- vhft -mrmm Kmh. - -t- --.a 7 ww.A. m. ,1.1, KUU urousni me up ana all my brothers. Reorinted frnm Wnn.v. mi-h Sarah shall never raise a child of n-"10- BEN ALLEN. He mentions FRANK' GEOHE- GAN. a fnllharlr htk" o rm-A ..t. player, as I remember it twenty-two or three years back, COTTON LANTRELL or LAN TELL, also RED-TOP STERRETT. ?SSt,Bm Sterrett, I believe. FJ!83i&0 hved oa Fonrth BRICK FRtolEB? a ' " Naming the Tub. I offer the following suggestion: Palladium An object that insures Protection, jj y,e definition given by the Universities Dictionary. MRS. O. HUDSON. T ... TT7TT . VEY physically deficient, but at the same time I'd hate to learn the gen- " auooi w mi me in the Jaw. Saw Charlie Finney in our busi ness office the other day, and, be beve me, that boy looks just as young as when I first knew him a dozen or more years back. JOHN JAY LALY, the very weD QOW11 And tfltlCrJ rmmA T17-1.J a. -- wvu ? -aninirvvri newspaper- man, who recently en- "MOTHER OF MINE." ararsary of his mother's death. FORDnlw .1S"J SiL- i w, oubcu uy sev eral young women, is selling that ""V", H'"w lonn on tne streets and m hotels as a Mother's Day -"- ud jaoaey is lor Uie Ked Cross. Didn't I tell you ED McQUADE would be the next president of the Washington r?hnf u a - ,.. i hjq Ameri can Institute of Banking? He suc- cceus jax Kooa mend 'ROYL. NEU HAUSER, who had the Job for two years. That excavation at Fifteenth and Pennsylvania and New York avenues is getting worse and worse and worse. This will be a good town when they set throneh riiptHrK- intn it every week CHARLES s. FFTmrrcn'w -wti. Ninth fttrAt ta4)tta . n know "what has become of the long haired old man in whit enif )m first put the coaster brake on the mantel : Forced Out By Profiteers Tour editorial, "Look Out For the Aftermath, surely hits the nail on the head. I never appreciated the housing' situation in this town until It hit me personally and forcibly throuch a notice to vacate, with the alternative, of course, of buyinr the property occupied at an exorbitant figure. I had rented a bungalow In Brook- land last fall, thlnklnr It would be easier to find one then than later on, and especially during this spring. Though I had a verbal understanding that I would be permitted to remain indefinitely and at least throughout this summer (I didn't realize the ne- eeslty of getting the agreement In writing), yet the notice referred to above was promptly forthcoming Just as we were beginning to appreciate suburban life. It was anything but delightful during last winter. As I refused to accept the gener ous privilege of buying the property at about J 1,300 more than it was worth, it was up to me to locate else where, and. though I scoured the city and suburbs, I was unable to find a suitable place to rent (of course there were plenty I could buy), with the result that I was forced to store my furniture, send my wife and baby to Ohio, and find a room for myself I suppose I should consider myself a most fortunate person in having a place (even though CSO miles away) to which I could send my family. And I imagine my case is merely on of hundreds. A fine reputation these "money-mad natrlntii hivA H..n 7..llniri.. May they all read your editorial, and. it tao snoe nis. wear lr WILLIAM R. PHERSON. Don't Be In a Hurry, Yotuiff Gentlemen. (Continued from First Column.) or deploring their lot, Davis was writing and grinding away out of working hours at the effort to get out and realize what was in him. He succeeded. A few cases have been mentioned for young men to think over. They are selected at random. No young man need worry about himself so long as he can honestly say that he is doing his best. Being in the same place at the same salary for seven years can do you no harm, if you are developing during that time what is in you. But you may well worry if you are drifting aimlessly, pitying yourself, making no effort. If your mind stays in the same spot for years, that is dangerous. But don't worry about anything else.