The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-02-14

Hindenburg, out is nevertheless of its
type equally determined. His actions
are governed by his will power based
upon a conclusion reached by calm,
intellectual methods. His mind is
more adaptable than that of the Ger
man General, more alert, and open to
greater variety of influences. The
powerful jaw would appear more for
niidSie were K 10; foT latent irish
twinkle of the eye which relieves and
softens an otherwise set expression.
1t is an ideal face of its particular
type.
Gen. Joffre, although presenting an
entirely different type, is scarcely less
convincing. His face indicates much
the same power and energy found in
Gen. Won Hindenburg and Lord Kitch-
ener, although the expression IS
wholly different. He has much the
same genius for command, power, de-
termination and endurance, all of
which qualities are marked by the
phrenologist at 100. His methods are
wholly different and his success is due
to talents peculiarly his own.
The French General has the largest
and most powerful jaw of the three
men here compared, which Is saying a
great deal. The remarkable length of
his lower lip measured from the lip
TO the chin indicates wonderful powers
OF endurance. He would be likely to
hold on longer to gain his purpose
than either of the other leaders. The
modelling of the chin also shows mar
vellous powers of penetration. AL
though the face may appear to the
laN lnGS than that of Gem
smack than ever. ben Mllburn!" and
Fundamental Justice, tearing at her
hair and rending her garments, ran
shrieking into the night.
She was all over town IN less than
an hour. On her way she met sly eyed
old Tim Cassidy but Tim only tipped her
a wink and went on about his business.
He was going from Jack O'Rourke's
place in the Second ward to Mike Bran
nigans place in the First ward.
Its grand evenin' boys; and whatll
you have?" said old Tim, seating him
self at the table near the bar
They were fine, outstanding, broad
shouldered fellows in Branngan's place,
and you could tell they were born poll
ticians by looking at their fists. They
crowded around with every indication
of pleasure and drew their stems toward
them. Old Tim had put over a winner
this last election and he was spending
5000, 600 for the city. No man in Win
burg was more popular than Tim Cas-
sidyl
"It's a shame about Sam Arnold,
said he, running his stubby fingers
through the fringe of curly hair at the
back of his neck Hes a fine lad, with
fist in each hand and a decent hear
in him and a brain in his head Remem
ber it's him that's responsible for thi'
speedway money. You've all had {
piece of it,
What's the right of this street ca
mixup Tim?" asked big Barney Fraley
the one that broke Mark Leferty
jaw with one blow.
whats the rights got to do with it2
demanded Tim, ordering the cigar
He's fine boy and the citizens frienC
and Ben Milburn is stoppin' him!" H.
took his drink and there was a trac
of a grin on his broad, notified face a
his twinkling blue eyes looked aroun,
upon his husky boys of the First ward
They had guarded many a polling boot
and persuaded feeble citizens not t.
vote "Mburn had better keep bot
eyes awake or he'll lose his i'll gotte
franchises and therell be nothing il
the way of Sammy Arnold's givin' u
the best car system in the worldi
IF for only one day Milburn don
run his old horse cars he'll have n
franchises to sue on. Some night" h
poured himself another nip out of tn