The Sunday Oregonian., July 13, 1913, SECTION SIX, Page 4, Image 68

THE SUNDAY OKEGONIAN, I'OKTI AJTD. JULY 13, 1913.
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C ECRETAHY OF PEACE, and not
merely Secretary of State, seems
to be the title soon to be at
tached to the ranking Cabinet officer.
It is one that will please him.
Since that day In 1896. when he de
clared "Tou shall not crucify mankind
upon a cross of gold," he has been
preaching- humanity and condemning
any attempt to link commercialism
with the machinery of Government.
His text has been the grolden rule, ap
plied not merely to domestic, but to
foreign affairs as well.
"The Lord has made us neighbors;
let Justice make us friends," is the
message he sent to the South and Cen
tral American republics Christmas day,
190S. .
He dreams of the brotherhood of
man, and seeks to make the dream a
practical thing.
Those who go in to see Secretary
Bryan expecting to hear him bubble
forth Instantly with his old-time free
dom of expression are disappointed.
The advance of years and the respon
sibilities of high position have worked
a change In what was once "the boy
orator of the Platte." It is precisely
the soft of change that those who
know him best used to predict would
result should he ever be elected to
the Presidency.
But he will talk with comparative
ireeaom on the question of what is now
termed, sneeringly, "grape Juice diplo
macy" as opposed to "dollar diplomacy."
"The new policy," said he the other
flay, "Inaugurated by President Wilson
seeks to bring international dealing
Into harmony with the universal con
science; whereas dollar diplomacy was
a repudiation of the fundamental prln.
ciples of morality as universally un
derstood and accepted.
"It is hardly fair to sav that the for
eign policy of this Administration, as
put forth ip the President's recent
declarations, is a new policy. So far
Irom that being the case it is merely
a return to the simpler diplomacy -of
tne earlier stages of the Republic.
Briefly, it is the application of common
sense, honesty and morality to our in
ternational relations.
"Most injustices which a strong na
tion seeks to perpetrate on weak ones
are founded in an attempt to formulate
a moral code for nations different from
the code which should govern Indi
viduals. In their relations one to an
other nations properly should be gov
erned by the same rules of conduct that
govern individuals in their relations
one to another.
"It is just as wrong for one nation
to steal from another as it is for one
Individual to steal from another. All
the sophistry of diplomacy cannot hide
the evil done. The golden rule has
Just the same application to peoples in
their international relations as it has
to neighbors in a community.
"If anything a large and powerful
cation like our own should be more
scrupulous in its dealings with a small
and weak nation than with a nation
more nearly our own match. Responsi
bility ever goes with power, and we
should not permit our admitted strength
to lead us into acting the bully, but
rather should we, mindful of our great
place in the family of nations, by ex
ample and by just and fair dealings.
Justify our position and leave untar
nished our National honor.
"The tendency of what has been
called dollar diplomacy was to assume
that every claim made by Americans
against another nation was an equit
able claim, merely because it was made
ty Americans. It is conceivable that
even Americans operating in a foreign
land may misread in their own interests
the terms under which they are oper
ating and may set up claims that an
unprejudiced tribunal would reject.
"For this Government to proceed on
OUTSIDE it was a dark, gray, slip
pery day. The luxurious reds and
greens of the interior of the club
afforded a pleasant contrast to the
gloom of the street.
The broker and lawyer were sitting
in front of the open fire, a small ma
hogany table between them, indulging
in the commonplace reflections of men
about town.
The broker Mr. Gilbert Townley
craned his neck slightly when a young
ish looking man. Immaculately groomed,
flourishing a light stick in his hand,
made his way past them through the
door out into the hall, and to the street,
where he got into a cab and was rat
tled away.
"There goes young Peterson," said
Townley. "Pleasant sort of a chap."
"Very," replied the lawyer Burton
Clarke "but he doesn't amount to any
thing." The broker tapped his cigar medi
tatively on the receiver.
"Wife supports him, doesn't she?"
"Yes."
"Nice woman, his wife. Well, I don't
A WOMAN CASE
Tells How He Would
International Relations
the assumption that the foreign nation
necessarily is wrong, or for this Gov
ernment to insist upon prejudiced ad
judicators in the settlement would be
manifestly an act of injustice. Never
theless, such acts are precisely what
were Justified, by the theory of dollar
diplomancy."
Secretary Bryan holds that under the
new policy American commercial and
financial expansion abroad will be
.greater than under the old policy,
which old policy was formulated with
the idea of promoting that very ex
pansion. The Secretary drew attention,
as a concrete example, to a phrase in
the language of President Wilson's
declaration of March 19, withdrawing
governmental support from the Ameri
can bankers who were to participate in
the Chinese "six-power loan." That
phrase follows:
"The present Administration will
urge and support the legislative
measures necessary to give American
merchants, manufacturers, contractors
and engineers the banking and other
financial facilities which they now lack,
and without which they are at a
serious disadvantage as compared with
their commercial and industrial rivals."
Those who have followed closely the
course of the country's international
relations since March 4 have com
mented on the fact that such public
declarations of policy as have been
made are in accord with the ideas here
tofore promulgated by Mr. Bryan when
in private life. There also has been
comment in certain quarters emphasis
ing the fact that most of the important
declarations regarding foreign" policy
have come from the White House
rather than the Department of State, as
in the past.
First of these declarations was the
statement as to the friendly and neigh
borly course to be pursued by this Gov
ernment toward South and Central
American republics; next the "dollar
diplomacy" statement made in connec
tion with the Chinese loan; third, the
statement regarding the proposed
recognition of the Chinese republic, and
fourth, the statements regarding the
alien land legislation in California.
All of this has given rise to specu
lation as to whether the President or
the Secretary of State is the dominant
figure in establishing the new Ameri
can foreign policy.
Naturally the subject is not one upon
which Secretary Bryan would talk. The
attitude of those who are familiar with
the department and with foreign af
fairs is that all of the facts cited point
to the utmost harmony between the
President and his Foreign Secretary.
That the President has given out
declarations regarding policy rather
than have them given out by the De
partment of State is taken to Indicate
the President's extreme interest in and
approval of the things which, in a
general and nonspecific manner, Mr.
Bryan so strenuously urged before as
suming the responsibilities of office.
On the matter of International peace
agreements, the formal statement was
griven out direct by Secretary Bryan.
This was his plan of arbitration sub
mitted by him to the diplomatic corps,
after, of course, full approval by the
President.
It was noticeable, however, that in
his subsequent interviews with the
newspaper correspondents Secretary
Bryan spoke of the plan as being "pro
posed by the President," another fact
which is being cited by friends of the
Administration to demonstrate the lack
of friction that exists and the loyalty
with which the Secretary Is working
with his chief.
Call of Playgrounds
The pursuit of happiness set forth
In the great Declaration as one of the
three reasons for Instituting a new
know. I presume he fulfills a sphere.'
Clarke puffed up his lips.
"The trouble with a chap like that,'
he said, "is that he hasn't anything to
do, and he's bound to deteriorate. It's
bad enough to have so little stuff In you
as to be supported by a woman; but
when you are idle well, something is
bound to happen."
Townley shrugged his shoulders.
-nonsense!" ne ODserved. "He's a
decent chap makes her happy. What
more do you want?"
His companion, in reply, brought his
fist down on the table.
I never knew it to fail," he said.
iou wait and see."
IL
Toung Peterson walked upstairs, past
the nursery into the cozy living-room
that his wife had designed for their
own comfort. There was about it the
evidence of luxurious taste, with that
inevitable touch of extravagance in
decoration common to most American
houses.
Peterson threw himself in a chair and
sat for a long time in moody silence.
"I : s& - - .' - -
government found Blight official rec
ognition in this country before the in
ception of the playground movement,
about a decade ago.
It ws the hard lot of city children,
"with no place to play," that first
drew attention to the significance be
tween misdirected amusements and
Juvenile crime. Analysis of the court
records made clear that the stifling of
Finally there was the rustle of a skirt,
and his wife entered the room. There
were traces of tears in her eyes. But
she was calm.
"What does this mean, Frank?" she
said. "Where are you going? Tour
trunk has been packed during the morn
ing. I got your note but I didn t un
derstand it."
"I didn't mean you to understand it
then," he said. "I simply meant to
break the news to you first."
."Well, now, what is all this silly non
sense? Where are you going? What
are you going for?"
Her husband looked at her fixedly.
He had evidently come to a resolution
which her words had no effect upon.
"I'm going away, Marian," he replied,
"because I must. I can no longer re
tain my self-respect here."
"Why not? What do you mean?"
"It is quite simple. Some years ago
I married you I may as well confess
it now for your money. That is to
say, I was a young fellow about town.
with no specially bad traits, but just a
desire not to do too much work. I
had been brought up in idleness, or at
least where my occupation was merely
social, and I liked it. It suited me. I
was in my element. The idea of en
gaging in any sort of money-making
enterprise was distasteful to me. It In
volved too many years of hard work.
"Well, I married you, who have
plenty, and we've got along fairly well
together. I have always loved you, Ma
rian, and I think I have been fairly
good to you; certainly I have not been
extravagant. But recently it has all
come over me what a cad I am to be
supported by a. woman. It's got to be
unendurable. I simply can't stand it. I
have hated myself more and more every
day; and I've got to change. So I am
going away West and start over. I'm
going to do something for myself. Tou
don't need me. But I need to find
myself."
"When do you start?"
"Tonight-
People in what may be termed the
higher strata of society do not give
way to their emotions, some play
wrights to the contrary. They go
through scenes involving, as in the
throw of a dice, their whole happiness.
without a tremor or the lips.
Marian gazed at her husband for
some time. She was studying him
studying the situation.
"We have been married for ten
years," she said at last, "and you have
just found this out.
"Yes I suppose so."
"When did you arrive at this conclu
sion r
"Oh recently."
"About a month ago?"
"Perhaps."
"And before that you paid your dally
visits to tne ciuo you went your
round you laughed and talked with
your friends with absolutely no thought
of your own inferiority. It never
troubled you until a month ago. And
then the thing became unbearable."
"Yes I suddenly seemed to wake up
to what I was doing.
Mrs. Peterson got up. She went over
the child's normal instincts led direct
ly to vice and mental delinquency. The
next step was obvious, and within the
past few years provision for public re
creation has become as distinctly a
and put her hand on her husband's
shoulder.
"Frank," she said, "you axe right.
Go. You ought to. I wouldn't have
you stay a moment if you feel that way.
Life would be intolerable for both of
us. Only what fools men can make
of themselves sometimes."
At 9 o'clock that evening Mrs. Frank
Peterson was sitting in the reception
room of Mrs. Arthur Townley.
That lady came forward with a
cordial smile on her face, and her
hand outstretched.
"Mrs. Peterson, so good of you to
telephone me you were coming. I hope,
my dear (seeing the look in her guest's
face) that nothing has happened."
"Nothing of special importance, Mrs.
Townley only that you have taken my
husband away from me. Of course, that
Is a slight matter. Still, possibly, it
will bear some discussion."
"Taken your husband away from you!
What can you mean! My dear Mrs.
Peterson, surely you are not in your
right senses."
Mrs. Peterson smiled.
"I think I am in my right senses," she
replied. "And if you will be kind
enough to listen to me for a moment,
possibly I may be able to convince you
that I am. Mrs. Townley, you are what
is known as a thoroughly good woman.
You are a philanthropist by tempera
ment. You are constantly going about
trying to make people better. You
can't help it.
"My husband, up to a month ago,
was, so f ar as I am concerned, an ideal
person. He was kind to me, considerate
of my interests, and, from my stand
point, was Just the . sort of man I
wanted. I invested in him, if you will,
but it paid.
"In the eyes of the world, however,
he was a man supported by his wife.
And he was blind to this fact until you
undertook to enlighten him. You stirred
him up. You meddled with what didn't
belong to you, with your devilish, pious
intentions; you spoiled him for me at
least for the time being. I hope that
by and by he will come back cured.
"But whether he does or not, you
will have the satisfaction of knowing
that you have broken up my home, and
In your confidential talks with a man
who was perfectly adapted for the role
he was playing, you ' ruthlessly tore
open the fine fabric of a hitherto per
fect home life and left us both parted
by what? by an idea perfectly
proper when applied to most men, but
which didn't fit in this particular case.
I am not for one moment claiming that
Frank might not be a better man. But
I was satisfied with him as he was,
and you have spoiled It all. Mrs.
Townley. you are a meddling, inter
fering, pious and dangerous woman;
and, having told you what I think of
you, I will leave you to your own
conscience."
III.
It was one month later. The club
room looked warm and cozy and in
viting. Mr. "Townley, the broker, and Mr.
Clarke, the lawyer, sat at their table.
Townley was just about to raise his
glass when he paused to look at a
young man who had just entered the
hall.
"There goes young Peterson," he
whispered.
"Is he back?" asked Clarke. Then he
added: 'Do you remember that chat
about him we had a month ago? And
the next day he cleared out. There was
talk of a separation. Didn't I tell you
so? I knew it. He had too much time
on his hands. Did you hear about it?"
"No."
"Well, the story, as it came to me, is
(Concluded os Pace 6.)
municipal function as the supply of
water or policing the streets.
So rapid, in fact, has been the prog
ress of the playground movement that
it seems not unfair to compare it to a
ND so," said the new mama.
"when the poor Queen came
into her kingdom she was still
very sorrowful."
"Why?" asked Dicky, lying Btill in
bed and staring straight up at the ceil
ing. Dicky was only " 'most seven," so
his constant "whys" in the midst of
stories he knew by heart were quite ex
cusable. For the rest, he stared at the
ceiling because he did not want to look
at the new mama. She had been in
the family almost a year now, but
Dicky had only known her as intimate
ly as this a very few weeks. Before
that he had lived at Aunt Jane's; and
when he left there and came back to
live with father, for the longest, long
est time he kept his eyes shut tight, and
wouldn't answer when she knocked at
the door at night.
But when one is only " 'most even,"
and love-stories with words in them
like jewelry! Ah, you know! Dicky's
door opened at last but only for sto
ries. "Wy?' he repeated, now quite vehe
mently, for the new mama seemed to
have forgotten entirely that she was
telling one.
"W'y?"
"Oh, because she was young and
foolish, I suppose," she returned, laugh
ing ever so little. "Or maybe" she
was looking wistfully at Dicky's stern
cheek now-r-a fresh, wholesome boy
beneficent conflagration, spreading
from city to city. The annual survey
for 1912, taken by the Playground and
Recreation Association of America,
showed 533 cities having well-developed
programmes of municipal recrea
tion. This is the growth of about five
years, as in 1907 less than a score of
the principal cities caa organized piay
centers.
A new profession has developed
along with the play centers that of
the play expert. An xne tA& cities re
ported upon, there were 2094 regularly
supervised playgrounds, requiring the
service of 5320 expert play leaders.
Courses of training for this work have
been established in various institu
tions, and the new profession has ap
pealed to many college graduates, es
pecially women. bociai, no less than
athletic, efficiency tells for success, as
6tory-telling and folk-dances are as
mportant as the physical competitions.
Average Blond Man
SHORT-FACED blonds are in luck in
this world of sorry things. They
only have to shave 20 miles In a life
time, whereas the man with the Intense,
black "stubble" frequently is forced to
harvest 25 or 30 miles of the hirsute
appendage.
It sounds absurd to say that a
smooth-shaven man travels 20 miles
with his razor. But a person with a
mania for figures has estimated the
distances.
The distance varies with the individ
ual, because the measurement of faces
is never the same, and also because the
texture -of the skin and the strength
of the growth of beard are different.
The number of times a man passes
a razor over his face depends on the
thickness of his beard. Then there is
the difference between light and dark
complexions, the dark man usually be
ing obliged to use the razor nearly
a year sooner than the light-haired
person.
Taking several examples, the average
measurement around the chin from ear
to ear is found to be 12 and a half in
ches. From where the beard starts
Fabrics Named for
FABRICS In general use the country
over almost invariably are named
for the cities In which they are manu
factured. All ages as well as the four
quarters of the globe are represented.
Some of the most notable Instances fol
low: Muslin is named from Mosul, a city
on the banks of the Tigris, in Asia.
Cambric is from Cambrai, a city In
France.
Gauze is probably from Gaza, in Syria,
though possibly from the Hindoo gazl,
meaning thin cloth.
Baize, which we commonly think of
as green, was named from its original
color, a reddish-brown. The word is
really the plural of bay, and the color
is that of the horse which 13 known
by that name. A form of the word
is common to many tongues.
Damask is readily seen to tie from
Damascus, in Syria.
Has Ring Setting "Made From Vife's Ashes
PRESERVATION of the ashes of the
departed or the scattering of them
to the four winds long has been the
custom of countries where cremation
is practiced. But it has remained for
a London man to offer an ingenious
plan that has provided him with a set
for a finger ring- from the remains of
his wife. After the cremation he car
ried the ashes to a chemist and the
iron was extracted. He now wears
cheek "maybe it was because the little
prince royal wouldn't sing the song the
others sang when she came there. He
wouldn't do that and give up the key."
"Sing it," Dicky broke in imperiously,
drawing up his knees under the bed
covers in delicious anticipation. "Sing
it out loud."
For the song was the loveliest gem
of all in the story of the sorrowful
queen.
The new mama flung bacit her pretty
head; even Dicky, who still wasn't
looking, knew that it was pretty. Then
she began singing, in the sweetest
lady-voice imaginable:
"Welcome, welcome, gracious queen.
Since mistress now thou art,
I give to thee the golden key
Which doth unlock my heart."
"An' w'en he wouldn't," said Dicky,
dreamily taking up the thread of the
story, which somehow fascinated him
more than all the others "w'en he jus'
wouldn't, she went into her chamber
and put on the mantle of grief. It was
all dark" Dicky's voice had sunk to
an awed whisper "an' it was embroid
ered with tears and fringed with the
deepest sighs. She wore it one day
every week, though the king was good
to her, an' she cried an' cried, an' said
her prayers."
"Yes," said the new mama softly,
and then, more softly still: "Just be
cause the little prince w.- jn't her own
child she wanted his love more than
anybody's for that reason, and be
cause he was a splendid boy, anyway
brave and honest."
Dicky sighed a long sigh that
A peculiar skill is required to direct
the large groups of children under con
ditions quite reversed from those of
the schoolroom. Where play centers
were opened without this expert super
vision, they seem to have accomplished
little, and in some instances became a
public nuisance.
Men and women of leisure. In vari
ous communities, have volunteered and
given much time to the direction of the
children in their play. But it is the
skilled worker who must be relied
upon here, as elsewhere, to secure per
manent results. The Recreation Secre
tary is now. in most cities, the virtual
creator of a new department. He de
vises the comprehensive plan for the
entire city, supervises those in charge
of the different play centers, and car
ries the work forward. The time is
not distant when the Director of Pub
lic Recreation will be as important a
figure as the Director of Public Safety.
Shaves Twenty "Miles
on the throat to the chin and thence
to the edge of the under-lip is four
and a half inches.
It is reckoned that two strokes of
the razor are required to each inch
or fraction of an inch, in order to cover
all the surface, and each section of the
face is to be gone over twice in. order to
secure a "clean shave."
So, multiplying the number of strokes
by the number of times the razor is
passed over the entire face, you get
the figure four, and four times the
two above - mentioned measurements
gives you the figures of 50 and 18, re
spectively, which, added together, pro
duces 68. Therefore the average man,
whether dark or fair, shaves 68 inches
once every 24 hours.
With these figures we arrive at the
result that every man wearing only
a moustache shaves 2068 feet four in
ches per year. Taking, then, the aver
age life at 70 years, and that the fair
man begins shaving at 18 and the dark
man a year earlier, or at 17, we have
the following result: that a fair man.
if he lives till he is 70, will shave In
the course of his life 20 miles. 651 yards
and four inches. The dark man, if he
lives till he is 70. will shave in the
course of his life 20 miles, 1340 yards,
one foot and eight inches.
Cities of "Manufacture
Silk and serge are both from the
Latin Seres, meaning the Chinese.
These fabrics first came from that por
tion of Asia which is now Northern
China.
Velvet is from the Italian velluto,
meaning woolly, this from the Latin
vellus, a fleece. Vellum is a derivative
of the same root a pelt or hide.
Bandanna is from the Indian word
meaning to bind or tie, and refers to
the manner of tying knots in the fab
ric to prevent the dye from reaching
every part. In this way the spots are
left white and a rude pattern remains
in the cloth.
Alpaca comes from the animal of the
same name in Peru. It is of the llama
species, and its wool is used to make
the fabric which is so popular for Sum
mer garments.
Calico first came from Calicut, a
town in India, which was once cele
brated for its cotton cloth.
this residue set in his ring as the
average person wears a diamond. The
amount of iron in a human body, ac
cording to the statement of a well
known, analytical chemist, is at best
very small a matter of grains and
it varies much according to the state
of health. Anemic people have very
slight traces of iron in their bodies,
but in normal persons there is enough
to provide a small setting, such as the
London husband is wearing.
seemed to come from the very tips of
his toes. The sorrowful queen had
been a new mama, too, he remem
bered. He looked over across the room. His
new mama never sat close to his bed
when she told stories. 1-e didn't like
that, any more than he liked some
other things, and once when she did
it he had said roughl; : "Go furder,
please."
Now she was sitting quite far away
in the big armchair, where he himself
always sat when he was getting well
of something. Once long, long ago,
when .he first came from Aunt Jane's
she had tried to kiss him in it, and
then he had felt like hitting her. If
she had been a gentleman he would
have done it. But boys can't hit ladles
and girls father said that.
Tonight Dicky couldn't tell why he
kept feeling sorry his armcnair was so
big. The new mama looked little in
it. and white. She was wearing a
white wrapper, too, and was sitting
leaning forward with her elbows on
her knees and her chin in her hands.
She had been very sick, and Sarah
ijarah was the housemaid who
dressed Dicky said that she "refused
to be comforted." That was because
God had taken the baby back.
"Ah," sighed Dicky again very sud
denly, and then he looked straight
into the new mama's eyes. It had been
her own baby; her ownest own, and he
had had it just two days.
"P'r'aps," he ventured presently,
"p'r'aps the 'Sorrowful Queen' is too
long for tonight."
"P'r'aps it is," returned the new
mama, smiling again a little.
But she didn't offer to tell another
story. So after an anxious moment
Dicky said "good-night" very stiffly,
and the new mama said back: "Good
night, dear," quite humbly, and directly
there was Dicky all alone with the
dark.
But still- he kept thinking of the
new mama and of the sorrowful queen.
In the story the queen danced some
times for the little prince, who would
never sing the song or give up the
golden key to his heart, and once, when
he came on a little visit from Aunt
Jane's, the new mama had danced for
him. That was before God gave her
the baby and took it hack again, and
she had worn, oh, the prettiest ball
dress, all pinky, with silvery bunches
like grapes. Still Dicky wouldn't
laugh, though he loved dancing as
much as stories. He had only made
a big frown come in his forehead, and
made his face all feel just like it did
the day she tried to kiss him.
Now she never danced any more,
and she never tried to kiss him any
more. She only came into his room at
night very quietly to ell stories, with
the chair far away from his bed. Some
times sometimes she looked almost
like the sorrowful queen in it. If she
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