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Evening star., 1909-05-29

'Electrocuted for Many Crimes
Hanged Himself in Cell.
Daring Driver Breaks His Back
Preacher SCOTS AT He'll
''Aeroplane Total Wreck
Hunter Killed for Heer.'
Submarine Trap Of Death
Soldier Crazed BY Fear
Anarchist Throws Deadly Bomb"
''Suitor Stabs His Bride
millionaire Pauper Now,
Die On Joy Ride
oh. fierce indeed Is the newspaper head.
Sometimes in black hut often in rcd.
That brings 10 your mind the violently dead
And leaves you weak inside.
''Stung to Death BY Honey Bees"
Poisoned BY Irish Stew
''Beaten Biscuit Made Her IH.'
Society Girl Turns Blue
Street Car Fender Fails to Work.
"Grandstand Falls With Ten"
Arsenic In His Ginger Ale,'
.Ogress Murders Mem"
Eagle Carries on q Child
Girl In Spirit Trance
Pleasure Party Drowned In Bay"
''Dies While At Dance
Oh. pick up the papers most any old day
And see what is printed there
That makes the breath catch In your throat
That all In minute gets your goat
That fhumps your heart with louder note
And gives you an awful scare.
Evening star., 1909-05-29
THE SEA AROUND BOSTON IS COLD"

mer. They are, in brief. VARY weari-
some.
1t is freely admitted. however, without
holdout or reservation. that there is a
lot of heat in Washington in the summer.
But where isn't it hot in the summer?
What American city of any consequence
does not sozzle and swelter, steam and
siZzle at some stage, or stages, or the
summer journey of the sun?
Don't they all get piece of it, and
most of them a lot of pieces of it?
Let's take em at random, as they come
to mind. Take our little neighbor burg
Of Baltimore-Bal NOR. as the Baltimore
ans call it-for a starter. Can any man
who has ever spent summer in Bal NOR
solemnly place his left hand on the left
side of his shirt front and truthfully
maintain that that's cool summer town?
Not if the writer hereof has even a
fundamental knowledge of the meaning
and misery of tropical heat. When that
pent-up town OF narrow thorougn1areS
and humidity mildewed dwellings begins
to steam, she sure does steam. You can
almost see Balmor's summer humidity.
There are summer days over there when
the temperature is under eighty when the
humidity feels TO the human pelt like
the bursting of a main steam pipe. And
when it isn't humid in Bal'mor' it's just
hot like it is in Washington.
There's an amiable fiction prevalent
among Baltimoreans that the nights are
cool over there: that a cool breeze be-
gins to stink off the bosom of the Chesa-
peake after sundown. making it nice for
such folk as like to go to bed o nights.
There also is legend of the golden
fleece. and cne concerning the apples of
the observation-disclosures that means. The
dog-day nights are just as cool in Bal
NOR as they are in Washington: with
which cutting observation we pass on
to
Slumberlurst- -on-the- -Schuylkill. Does
anybody ever find any noticeable summer
as cool in Philadelphia? Not noticeably.
Philadelphia is hemmed around by sew
eral rivers, the Delaware, the Schuyl-
Evening star., 1909-05-29

well, then. if the paper hasn't come
] said. desperately. impaling that post
master with a very impaling eve. maybe
you've heard who won that night In Phil
adelphia last night?"
The postmaster looked me over vaguely.
Seems to me- he said. Il did hear
them trifiin'. no-count boys o mine talk
in bout some fight or other. but l didn't
pay no tention. and
drilled out OF that village post office
and took up speedy clip for the vii
lage railway station. l doped it out that
there might be one chance in ten. say,
that the station operator might have
heard something about the outcome OF the
fight.
| was pounding along toward the sta
tion. glaring through the vista OF trees.
when l saw buggy. driven by woman
in a white dress, slowly advancing In
my direction. AS the buggy drew nigh
! saw that the woman was a handsome,
citfied person with black hair and eyes
and other delightful human attributes.
The horse hitched to the buggy was
going at a walk. The lady person in the
white dress had the reins loosely wrapped
around one Of her forearms. and she was
gripping big blanket newspaper which
she was reading intently.
She was reading it so intentiy, In fact.
that when the horse was only about sixty
feet from me he suddenly took 1t into his
head that the grass tufts on the side OF
the road looked good enough to eat, and
he SJTOlleQ over 10 tUeI1i anu pcSdH "
nibble-he was unchecked-while the off
wheels of the buggy settled comfortably
into a little shallow gully. giving the
woman in white i'm the buggy a carecn to
one side She looked up suddenly. saw
me standing with my lid in my hand and
smiled agreeably.
Madam 1 said to her, displaying a
great mastery of the obvious. you have
a newspaper
Yes she replied in perfectly human
being tone, land | was so interested in
reading about the fight last night that
this old plow nag forgot that he was
htched and started to make jumps with
me. as you see
Madam l said, striving with difficulty
to repress my frenzied eagerness, who
won that fight?''
"Why, the dinge, naturally" she re-
piled, animatedly. by the way. you can
have this Philadelphia paper-I've got
stack of 'em. It's got the scrap by
rounds"
thanked that black-haired vision
more sincerely that | ever thanked a
human being before for a favor. She
nodded pleasantly. -s'Hcked -ss=her horse
w When / got got bach to. thesfa rsn a lttle
before noon l inquirer of The farmhouse
women:
who is the beauteous fairy squeen
with the purple hair and the dimples and
the lampblack eyes and the lovely white
clothes who drives in buggy on the viii
lage road during the forenoons?
The farm women looked at me in a
mystified sort of a way for a minute,
and then they all caught it at once.
oh said one of them. sniffily, she s
one O them actor women from up York
way thet's daown here restin, as she
calls It, over yonder on Zeb Hawbuck' S
place. She b'longs t. them chorus ,troup-
ers an they do say she's singin' an
clmbin fences an lettin' her hair blow
loose an cuttin up scan'lous an dis
graceful all tn time Why? Did you run
acrost her? 'Hain't she tn bold one?'
But I didn't agree with 'em.
CLARENCE l.. CULLEN.
Evening star., 1909-05-29

man that ever mingled with the racing
game in this country, was at one time
millionaire several times over. with mag
nificent breeding farms in Kentucky and
California. big interests in race tracks.
real estate in Chicago, immense sums Of
cash, and so on. Last week he had TO
let go of his Hawthorne track. in Chi
cago, his last remaining possession. for
measley S'OOO-it had been heavily
mortgaged-and this 5000 represented
the final dreaming of his once great for
tune. The shutting down OF the racing
game finally got" Corrigan
'Corrgan always had the gravies of a
square man, anyhow went on the
Washington turfman. III tell you III
tie story to prove II.
lone season, twelve years ago, tney
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Cramped Quarters.

William H. Maxwell, the superintendent
of New York public schools. has brought
the school buildings under him to pitch
of cleanliness rarely to be seen.
Discussing school sanitation, Mr.. Max
well said the other day:
Nothing is more important than that
our we'll ventilated and spacious school
rooms should be kept free of dust. w.
II. Marsh of the Buckinghamshire educa-
ton committee recently made tests show
ing that in a pound and half of school
room dust there are 1,6OoO00,Oo3 mi
crobes.'
Mr Maxwell smiled whimsically.
Think" he said. II 800, ,O0oWO mi
crobes! It's a wonder they don't walk
off with that pound and half, isn't it?
Evening star., 1909-05-29

cities last summer I met a man l had
known in Washington. Aha" he oo-
served. you couldn't stand the summer
heat of Washington. hey, and had to
come up here to cool OFF, And at that
very moment while he was speaking. the
temperature of De-well. yes. ii was De-
trot-was something like % degrees be-
meath the umbrageousness of Detroit S
dinky little Grand Circus Park, and the
Detroit streets were steaming under
soggy off-thelakes humidity that made
a mans collar look like band of wet
white tape line ten minutes after it was
hooked on.
Now, the beauty about this knock con-
cerning the summer heat of Washington
and ii is nearly always verbally framed
in the form of knock-is that it's true.
OF course it's hot in Washington in the
summer time. Sizzling hot, often. Hot
as Tophet, and gummier, sometimes. No
body living in Washington denies it any
more than they deny that occasionally
the Potomac river looks like liquefied
kitchen soap. The whole world knows
that it is hot in Washington during the
summer season. When the worlds in
ha bi;ants seem to be forgetting about it
the fact is poked into them with renewed
fury. "Washington's intolerabe summer
heat has become one of the class A
bromidioms. Nobody is allowed to for
get Washington's summer heat at home
or abroad. A lot of invincible converse
tionalists. members of the Garrulous
Guard, who live in Washington the year
round, appear to take a sort of boasty
pride oyer the summer heat of Washing
ton. Tell you what. fellers, one of
these will say, swelling up, with sort of
we've-got- en- all-beat puffiness, Wash
ingtons about the hottest little old place
on the map when she does begin TO
bubble. hey?" And he uncoils this one
as if delivering himself of boost instead
of a knock. He eXudeS 1t in much the
same tones he would employ in observing
that Washington has the widest avenues
and the finest shade trees of any Ameri
can city. The ..Washington-s-h -hot-in-
summer knockers in talking about 1t
Evening star., 1909-05-29
Six Supporters.

Richard Croker. at a banquet in New
York. said of English politics:
English politics are clean. Now and
then, though, a queer story comes to
light. The neral of this story is that
nothing-not even the politics of England
is quite perfect"
Mr.. Croker laughed.
"A friend of mine. a rich lawyer he
said ran last year for parliament in
small midland town. My friend was elect
ed. and among his congratulatory visitors
on election night was a shabby chap
smoking a clay.
This chap slapped my rich friend on
the back, shook beth his hands violently
and congratulated him in loud voice
loud hearty voice. little thick. per-
haps. with four-ale.
'Th-thank y-you.' said my friend. as
he tried to free his hands. which were
being shaken violently that he quiv-
cred all over like an ocean greyhound.
Thank you. ! suppose you're one of
m-my supporters en-?
The shabby chap winked and smiled.
Six of en-, he said"
Evening star., 1909-05-29

and they will talk about it-paint the
same old picture for you all the time.
They're impressionistic word painters
in their loose. loquacious way. but there S
a good deal of sameness about their por-
'trayals. They tell you. as If you didn't
know it. that it's the asphalt paved
streets of Washington that make the
town so hot in summer. Then they ramble
on about how their heels sink into the
asphalt on blstering day. And they di-
late upon the fact-if 1t be a fact-that
there's no ozone in the Washington at
mosphere in the summer. They follow
this up with the observation that every
body's gone out of town." an observation
that is never. by any chance. even ap-
proximately true, even during the dog
days. for Washington Is heap OF a
stay-at-home town in summer, and the
boarded-up doors of the embassies and
Of the wealthy ones don't mean that
every one has left town. Thus they
strive to make themselves, and you. sad
and sour. during the Washington sum-
Evening star., 1909-05-29
eight NEWS" IN A TRULY RURAL DISTRICT

sassiest sassafras ssogie that ever came
ont of Smoketown-o on the Allegheny
The man with the camel-like hair pulled
IN and looked me over with great care
while the whiskered horse that was old
when Napoleon was on ST. Helena leaned
against roadside tree and snored harder
than ever.
Fight. hey?" he said to me. Who's
been fghtin'. hey? / sure thought the
Spanish war was all fit and over with,
| honest did! Say, has Agginaldy and
them Filipeens been breakin' out agin"'
My hat blew off right then and there
with a little assistance from my own
furtive left hand, and / proceeded on my
way to the village.
Before arriving there l held just one
more of 'em up. This one looked like
Old Man Time in one-suspendered suit
Evening star., 1909-05-29

to run up the steps. II don't know when
I've ever had such perfectly lovely
time
My friend chased home. jumped into
some dry togs, took longshoreman
drink and came down to see me-
Am / dippy or is she? he demanded
I leave II to anybody. What's the an
swer?
Personally. l think he ought to marry
such a good-naturea girl.
THESE are strenuous days In which we live.
There's nary doubt of that:
A man to he even decently safe.
Must possess all the lives of a cat
Just pick up the papers most any old day.
And what is il printed there
That makes the breath catch In your throat
That all In minute gets your goat
That thumps your heart with louder note-
And gives YOU an awful scare!
Dashed to Death in Loop e-loop.
.sDropped Three Miles From Gas Balloon
..Riistered By Boiling Rain.
Smashed to Bits BY An Automobile!
Frozen BY Liquid Air.
..Cvcl0ue Destroys Hundred Souls.
.Rlack Hand Plot Laid Bare:
..Suicide Leaves Note Behind.
Father shoots His Son.
And other heads OF similar kind
Like many more that We have In MIND
They aren't bit of trouble to ind
And the list Is just begun.
Evening star., 1909-05-29
IT SURE IS HOT HERE IN THE SUMMER
IRVING c. NORWOOD.

kill and the Wissahickon, that often seem
to be resting on beds of red-hot stones
so much of the hissful steam of hu-
midity do they pour into the big old
sprawly town when the summer gets
really and truly warmed up to its work.
There's a sort of dead. smothery. cho3iy
heat in Philadelphia that feels like the
hot pillows one has known in the hours
of raging fever. You can give yourself
a personally conducted Turkish bath on
any hot day in Philadelphia by strollng
the length of two or three of those long
Chestnut street blocks: you'll be drenched
and pulpy and dish-towelly by the time
you pull up and consult your time table
to find when you can drill away from
Phillie the quickest.
Perhaps you dodge down from Philiie
TO Atlantic City. There. anyhow. you
say TO yourself, you can have yourself
swept by ocean breezes. inhale the cool
spray breath of old Neptune and cool out
Maybe But there are slews and slathers
of days even down in Atlantic City. when
Evening star., 1909-05-29
Migratory Needle.

j. J. McI;.aw, the base ball expert, de-
MED at banquet in New York the mar
vels attributed to the spitball.
ITS good ball he said 1T fools
the best of them. But when | hear some
of the miracles put to its credit-well,
then | think of Harriet Hare of Frisco
II once read in a Frisco paper:
Harriet Hare of Mob Hill got a
needle in her waist two years ago, and
only last week this needle worked its
way out of the arm of a young Los An
eeles rose farmer -
Evening star., 1909-05-29

copy of the Philadelphia morning paper
belonging to that farm.
However. I intended to ascertain the
hind name of the Jack who'd get that
decision before twilight or have some
body send me a picture postal telling
me why: and so / had EN- point out
the road to the village post Office TO me
and | started to walk there on the chance
that maybe the Philadelphia paper had
arrived, and If so, that perhaps 1t might
contain a line or so about the important
fight stuck away down among the
mothers bread ads.
When l hit the high road / met lot
of people driving in from the village
The first of them was an aged man IN
a caloosh that looked like cross be-
tween Louis the Fourteenth street state
coach and a dismantled street sprinkler.
There was much alfalfa nesting In the
crevices of his long. streamy zephyr en-
ticers But determined to take
chance. anyhow.
Sir / said to him, giving him the
Evening star., 1909-05-29

in Washington in their lives. but who. on
their first Introduction TO a Washing
tonian at summer resort. pull that re-
mark. as If giving utterance to newsy
and novel fact Il understand that it's
powerful hot in Washington in the sum-
mer time" Up in one of the far northern
Evening star., 1909-05-29

stool and taking $4,000 away from his
casher-for the Corrigan horse had only
traipsed home When | handed the win
to Corrigan he slipped me $1,000 for mine.
remarking that that was about the value
of the fun he'd got out of II in seeing
that bogus bawlins rinSster pinned TO the
stick"
Evening star., 1909-05-29

HEY say that it's
hot In Washington
in the summer
time.
Who says?
Why. everybody.
speaking in a gen.
eral sort of a way:
natives. casuals and
transients. and a
whole raft of peo-
pie living elsewhere
Who'ye never been
Evening star., 1909-05-29

like rain. But he wanted to go, very
much indeed. so lie hoped against hope
and decided TO take a chance.
The maid-incdentally she was a rip
snortinG good-looker-came tripping down
the steps unmindful, apparently, of the
lowering clouds and of the wettsh smell
in the air.
Looks too much like rain?' he sug-
gested.
She looked at him in surprise.
Il hadn't thought of it, she replied.
But IL doesn't make any difference. |
haven't anything on that would spoil
My friend looked at the girl. taking in
the fussy, frilly, f1ouncy creation in which
Evening star., 1909-05-29

HERE are worse
men in the world
than Ed Corrigan,'
observed a Wash
ington man who
used to own a sta
BILE of race horses.
He was speaking
OF the noted old
turfman, Ed Corri-
gan OF Chicago.
who went broke
the other day. Cor
Evening star., 1909-05-29

fight i'm Philadelphia. An important
member of his family was visiting some
friends in Delaware who live five miles
from a village and. similarly. from the
railroad that occasionally hesitates at the
village ! dropped doU! to that farm
Evening star., 1909-05-29

word finally was
brought to Client.
Del. Client is
near enough to the
name of the Della :
ware place, any
how.
The undersigned
was distinctly and
decidedly becalmed
on the night of the
Johnson O'Brien
Evening star., 1909-05-29

FRIEND of mine
had a date to
take Il girl out
driving. When he
went around to
the stable this
particular after
noon To get out
the blooded Per-
cheron race horse
and yellow wheel
ed runahout, IL
looked very much
Evening star., 1909-05-29

The young man with the pink crocheted
necktie at the village phone oflce-I
knew he had one of those ties even IL
didn't see him--told me that the Phila-
delphia wire was out of killer and there
fore out of commission for the first time
since the installation of the telephone
service in that region.
Perhaps that wasn't going up against
a long shot,
on the following morning, when We
had finished the sun-up farmhouse break
fast, the phone TO Philadelphia was still
bucking, and so / began to hint around
about getting one of the farm horses to
drag me in a blackboard to the nearest
civilized point SOS / could get the mess
number of the winner of that fight
accompanied the hint with pregnant sug-
sestions as 10 hitting monetary reward
for that service. Nothing transpiring.
All of the farm nags We're scheduled tor
field stunts that dsS, and there woildnt
be arv a hike TO the village posS office
for the mail, including the newspapers
til 6 O'Clock that evening. AT which time
one of the black farm hands would be
sent TO the village 70 get. among other
'n,uortant post office documents, the
Evening star., 1909-05-29

Detroit. as stated. has its tremen-
dously hot spells. So have Cleveland
and Cincinnati So has Minneapolis.
likewise st. Paul. Omaha just burns
all summer long. Denver. perchci
way up among the Rockies. and with
it's rarcGed air. has its spells OF punk
ish heat, and the gal-lor-ious climate
of California, sir never did mean san
Francisco. Even in that town of ordi-
nary chill and fogginess this writer
has seen spells Of summer heat tEat
made the mercury dance, though such
spells are not. il must be said, COM
mon out there
So. They're ell hot in the summer
time. No mention has been made II
the big southern cities. because they
are supposed to be hoA although as the
simplest matter of fact many of them
are no hotter from one end of the sum-
mer to the other than the majority or
the big northern cities
But they're all hot.
Washington isn't so all-fired. unim-
aginably hotter'n any of them.
And it's as cool plenty of EN-.
Feel any cooler now?
Evening star., 1909-05-29

xrDEAL place for summer boarders.
! Magnificent country mansion. spa
cious rooms, wide porches, beautifully
Evening star., 1909-05-29

that Boardwalk thing feels to the human
hide like a tour of inspection through the
coal bunkers of a steamer plowinG, along
under forced draught. When you get
land breeze in Atlantic City you get an
exhalation from the top-dressing or Ge-
henna and as you toss around your
couch O. nights you dream OF Nebuchad-
nezZar and his fiery furnace. of being i'm
mersed in molten lead and burning oil.
and of such other aids to cheerful slum-
ber.
There are cool enough days. a-plenty.
during Atlantic Citys summer; but SO
there are in Ill OF Wash'n'n, when you
come to think of it.
Or. perhaps, you run over from Philie
to Moo Yawk to get cool. So let us go
on record at once. without any prelim-
mary beating about the bush. as 10 gay
Moo Yawk. Moo Yawk is one of the
very sizzlingest summer cities on the in
habitable globe. This goes as it lies, and
will be about all for Moo Yawk.
There are summer days in Boston that
make you envy the huskies of Labrador
and Spitzbergen who live on blubber
that they cut from seals and such like
that they take through holes made in
the ice. The writer hereof experienced
four such days no longer ago than last
summer in the gladstone month of June.
at that. when summer isn't supposed to
have got fully into her stride.
The heat could be seen shaking and
fiuttering over the Bosting Common as
you've seen it flicker over the tops OF
chimneys. On hot day in Boston you're
liable to hike down To Nantasket TO
Revere Beach with the idea of laving
yourself in the wine-dark sea and swab-
bing some of the heat out of your frame.
But the wine-dark sea around Boston is
made of ice water that freezes You To
the marrow. You hustle out of it. a
shivering. and when you get back to Ros-
ting you feel eighteen times hotter than
you felt when you quit the seas verge.
And when hot spell breaks in Boston.
the day following it, with the east wind
Cbligato. makes you think of bone
chilling day among the seal fisheries up
among the Aleutian Islands. Nice town,
Boston: but Boston can have its climate.
Ever spend summedJin Chicago? Well.
when a land breeze from the withered,
shriveled prairies of Cook county be-
gins to sift through the windows Of Chi
cago, it can be put down that Chicago
is going a few for heat. too. And Chi
cago gets those furnace blasts from its
environng plains every few days in the
good old summer time, too. But one
thing must be given to Chicago. The
"cool at night story is no fiction there.
1t really does blow up cool o. nights there.
But some compensation was needful for
the heat of Chicago summer days. which
is nary a whit behind the heat of WASH
ington at any stage OF the game.