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PERU’S PRESIDENT OF ENGLISH DESCENT
country, he is the first Englishman to be elected to a presidency in any of
the Latin republics. This has been a matter of comment to some extent,
but the story of the inauguration has had no more than a passing mention
in papers outside of Peru.
It was a “halcyon and vociferous occasion.” President Legilia had re
signed his office, and the Anglo-Peruvian, Billinghurst, with another Leguia,
Roberto E., as first vice-president, and Miguel Echenique as second vice
president, were elected. That is the Peruvian provision f^r succession, and
two vice-presidents have at times been necessary in that country, used to
war alarms, but now growing more peaceful every year. The grandfather
of Billlnghurst was a distinguished officer in the British army.
STARTS PLAN FOR MODEL DANCE HALLS
“The supervised dance hall Is a pay
ing proposition.”
This is the verdict of Mrs.
Charles H. Israels, who is known by
reputation to every dancing hall pro
prietor in New York. As chairman of
the committee of amusement resources
for working girls, Mrs. Israels has
made a detailed study of the dance
hall problem for the last four years.
With a committee of seventeen, she
has Investigated dance halls of every
type and in every district; she has
secured legislation resulting in the
dance hall license act of 1910, and as
an evidence of her belief that the
supervised dance can be made to pay
she has started plans for a series of
model dance halls in all the larger
eastern cities.
Mrs. Israels and her committee
are at present making vigorous ef
forts to drive the "t.urkey trot” and
its popular companions from the
field and substitute a less objection-
able style of dancing, but the popularity of those figures makes the task
difficult -
“If the public could be made to realize," said Mrs. Israels, "that a large
share of the amusement available for young girls of the poorer classes in
New York city, a great army of them, is in the hands of organized gangs, the
importance of the problem would be brought home to them. I am not just
now emphasizing the organized white slave traffic in its relation to the dance
hall; that evil is well known and obvious. But considered apart from that
situation, as much so as it can be, the plan which the organized gang occu
pies in this system of dance halls is a pretty large and serious one.
“I have been working, especially during the past year, to trace out and
put my finger on these gangs. A few gangs run hundreds of public dances.”
JOHN SINGLETON MOSBY REPORTED ILL
been appointed to office under the government he sought to destroy, will
always be one of the marvels of history.
CALLS CHINA A NEW UNITED STATES
"So many of us Chinese repub
licans, graduates of American col
leges, are Americans through and
through, that, in the intervals of
fighting against the imperialists a
Nanking, we actually discussed foot
ball like any other American college
men. -« r *
So says Ching-Chun Wang M A.,
Ph. D., Yale ’OB, veteran of the bat
tles that overthrew the oldest em
pire in the world, now back in this
country as a member of the fifth in
ternational congress of chambers of
commerce, held In Boston. Also he
is associate director of the Peking-
Mukden railway. A man of many
titles —titles hard to remember.
But there is no difficulty In remem
bering Dr. Wang’s words when he
talks about the new China. He Is an
enthusiast, a sayer of startling
things, a describer of conditions that
you would not imagine possible In
the phlegmatic east, a prophet of
the fire of his enthusiasm, still appear so nearly incredible as to make you
gasp.
“The new China is a new United States,” he declares; and he certainly
makes plenty of convincing statements to prove his contention.
Doubtless with a view to the open
ing of the Panama Canal no country
in western South America is doing a
finer stunt of advertising that Peru,
with an immense coast line on the
Pacific ocean extending from Ecuador
on the north to Bolivia and the ag
gressive state of Chili on the south.
The new trade opportunities should
be of great interest to Pittsburgh.
Peruvian newspapers have just ar
rived giving an account of the in
auguration of Guillermo Eduardo Bil
linghurst as president of the Peru
vian republic, and it is something of
a story in view of the near inaugura
tion of another president of the
United States. While President Bil
linghurst is a native Peruvian, hav
ing been born at Arlo In 1851, he is a
scion of one of the oldest real Eng
lish families, tracing his lineage to
Adam de Biuinghurst, who was given
a manor of that name by William the
Conqueror. While native to the
News from Washington of the se
rious illness of Col. John S. Mosby
brings into prominence again one of
the few remaining prominent officers
of the army of the Confederacy.
Colonel Mosby stood in the front
rank of Confederate raiders in the
Civil War, being particularly haras
sing In the 1864 campaign of General
Sheridan In the Shenandoah valley
which ended with his brilliant vic
tory at Cedar Creek. There was a/
long line of communication to be’
guarded from Baltimore to Harper’s/
Ferry and then down the valley, anrji
from Washington byway of Manan
sas and Front Royal. Colonel Mosby
devoted himself to breaking thesle
lines and raiding his enemy’s force's
wherever possible. No one else in
the army was so anathematized as*
was he. That such a rebel against
the government could not only have
escaped with his life after the sur
render, but should actually later have
WOMAN’S VIGIL
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NEW yOßK.—Near the summit
of a sloping street at Ossining
is a house whose bow window
looks almost directly down
ward at the little, evil, black
barred apertures that make the win
dows of Sing Sing prison, an ugly
clutter of tall-chimneyed buildings
half-way up the hill. In that window
a slender, middle-aged woman has
kept a tireless vigil for years—her
eyes forever directed toward the
prison below. Save for such few
hours as she may have to engage her
self in household duties and now and
then a walk on the country roads she
is always watching the prison, writes
Stuart Clyde in the New York World.
When the long drawn morning
whistle shrieks above the prison walls
her watch begins and her mind’s eye
faithfully pictures a big, pallid-faced
man walking through the steel corri
dors on his way with a long line of
companions to the worshop benches, a
man in whose blue eyes is a queer,
half-insane light of hope. If it were
not for the woman at the window at
the top of the hill the hope would
probably have long ago gone out of his
eyes.
But he knows that she is always
faithfully there, thinking of him,
ready eagerly to 'further any new plan
they may be able to devise in a long
continued, always baffled quest for pre
cious freedom. Once a month she
leaves her window and walks to the
gloomy prison and enters at the gate.
She can see him then with bars be
tween them. She can have an hour's
talk. And in these talks he has de
scribed to her minutely every detail
of his prison life and they have agreed
on certain hours when they would en
gage in common thoughts.
She watches the carriages that come
daily winding up the hill and wonders
what nature of man may be sitting
shackled to a deputy sheriff within,
what his crime has been, what pun
ishment he faces. Sometimes she can
see in far comers of the prison
grounds men digging holes in the
ground that mean that some wretch
has secured freedom byway of the
grave.
One Woman’s yigil Made Easier.
But her vigil now is not as hideous
as it once was, for this woman is the
wife of Albert 3. Morris, and for a
time he was condemned to death.
Then she lived in a heart-rending hor
ror of some morning’s dawn when she
would see from her window the sud
den dimming of the corridor lights
through the ugly-barred windows of
the prison down the hill. She had
learned that this sudden dimming of
the lights and then almost as suddenly
their flaring up again held a terrible
meaning—-a meaning well known also
to the men inside. When they see It
some moan and others scream. And
in the death house the men behind i
the black curtains of their cells
only try to scream and choke on JE
utterance. They wring cold swß
from the fingers of their twi^fl
hands. The darkness of their B
tained cells has grown suddenly blacß
er, and only a little while beforeß
scarcely a minute, they have heard^
the cruelly distinct shuffle of the slip-a
pered feet of the man who was ledV
away. When the lights grow dim at
the dawn in Sing Sing it means that
the electric power has been borrowed
for just that little while to send a mur
derer's body straining against the
straps of the electric chair, snapping
the life out of him.
It was a queer marriage that this
woman made with the murderer of
Stephen Brice, the millionaire re
cluse. It was after he had been con
victed of the crime that she had drawn
up a contract of marriage which they
both signed but which they might not
seal with so much as a single kiss.
But it was legal. It gave her the priv- 1
liege of visiting him more often in
the death house and gives her now the i
: ’ privilege of seeing the life prisoner
; once a month. She has mothered his
■ two children.
Mrs. Becker’s Turn to Suffer.
Another woman now has been doom
' ed to take up the vigil Mrs. Patrick
once kept on the death house —the lit
' tie, pretty wife of the convicted Po
liceman Becker. Such good fortune
' as came to Patrick may not come to
her; so it may be her fate some morn
' ing to watch the frightful dimming of
the lights that will spell for her the
' news that the man she still faithfully
continues to love has suffered the
1 shameful murderer's death.
Mrs. Patrick has met Mrs. Becker
at the gate of Sing Sing and she has
' taught her all the little tricks of
plan and thought, by which, with love
to strengthen the effort, she can al
most feel her husband's presence and
know his thoughts and actions every
hour of the day, although thick stone
■ walls, steel doors and screens hold
them relentlessly apart
If they were assembled at the pris
on gate the women, young and old,
who have kept such gruesome vigils
through days, weeks and sometimes
months, the line would be long and
‘ even more pitiable to look upon than
the ashen faces of the death house
men. It is a strange, ever passing
precession of women of grief. They
find their way to Ossining, taking up
abode for a little time in whatever
stranger’s house may be induced to
harbor them, staring out of the win
dows by day and night at the prison
which looms huge over all things in
their outlook, staring with eyes of
horror at every sunset that paints the
Hudson gloriously, awakening with a
sickening heart at the break of every
new day, each of these things symbol
izing the slow but inevitable ap
proach of the thing they dread.
Only One Signal of Death.
When the day of death for the one
they love has fallen—the killing stroke
delivered —the only signal that is
given these watchers is that dimming
of the lights. There has not been for
many years that old sign—the drop
ping of a flag. Only once in two dec
ades has that signal been given, and
that was when a woman —Martha
Place —went to the chair. Great ef
fort was made to save her from the
terrific degradation. A mob cluttered
at the prison entrance. The guards
there turned eyes down to a little
square prison yard in which there
is a door through which the witnesses
of the execution had passed. A big
man came out and held aloft a white
handkerchief. He lowered his arm
slowly, the handkerchief fluttering
slightly in his fingers. The guards
faced tl» crowd and said^mM^:
“MrslßPlace is dead/>^H^^^^^
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screen. *ith ft
made him saßWi what
he would spend the last hours of hi?"
life —when he would eat, when he <
would take his last exercise in the <
small enclosure of the prison yard in i
which the condemned take in their I
last breaths of outdoor air, .what hours i
he would give to prayer. Then she 1
went to the boarding house her other <
son had found her and sought to fol- 1
low in imagination every act and
thought and word of this boy marked
to tile In such great disgrace.
When she came on the last day
the keepers that were there then
looked at her little, bent figure and
suddenly looked at each other and
then broke the prison rules. They
pushed back the screen, opened the
door of his cell, brought a chair for
his mother and a chair for him and
jeopardized their jobs completely by
looking hard away in the last minute
of the parting. But they could not
help hearing him tensely swearing to
her that he was innocent, which was,
perhaps, the best thing he ever did in
his wrecked life. It was jockeying
with his soul, but it was unquestion
ably brave.
Tragedy of Ferraro’s Mother.
Nobody remembers now the crime
of Ferraro that put him in the death
house. It was very brutal and stupid,
a murder in the dregs. The man
had the frame of an ox and the mind
of a bad child. But the vigil that his
homely, lowly mother kept outside the
prison walls isn't forgotten, nor how
she came to the village of Ossining
and sold newspapers, chewing gum
and shoelaces so that she might pay
for a bed and food there in the last
week of his life. Twice she was per
mitted to see him. A screen fixed
three feet away from his cell door
barred her from more than touching
the tips of his shaking fingers each
time they met She said nothing to
him directly. She simply looked at
him with straining eyes while she
kissed the cross of her rosary. But
on the last night of his life she didn’t
sleep. From the fall of darkness she
haunted the road directly outside the
prison walls. Somehow she had
heard of the significance of the dim
ming of the lights at dawn. When
she saw it she fell on her knees in the
dust of the road.
The vigils of all the women who
have come near the death-house have
not, however, ended in a stare into
black despair. There was Eddie
• Wise’s mother, who was herself ad
mitted to stammer to him wildly that
his sentence had been commuted by
the governor. And there was fine old
Mrs. Molineux who for more than two
• years lived in sight of the prison
where her son Roland was caged,
jealously guarding every little extra
> privilege that could be begged of the
warden in the matter of the frequency
of her visits and the length of time
they might endure. She even wheed
led the warden into permitting ice
cream that his own keepers should
purchase to be given her son, with a
share for ‘all the other men around
him. To this day Molineux, since
retried and acquitted, has not forgot
ten how delicious that ice cream
tasted in the hot, fetid air of the death
house. Even now every little while
he sends to the warden a check with
a request that the men confine/
where he was once be allowed this
wonderfully refreshing treat.
Ragtime Has a Defender.
Ragtime is not as bad as some peo
ple would make it appear, according to •
Victor Schertzinger, a violinist, re
marks the Los Angeles Evening Her
ald.
"There has lately gone up a great;
hue and cry against so-called ragtime
in cases and hotels as well as in oth
er places,” he said. “Personally, I be- j
lieve there is much to be gained from
ragtime.
“A composer must hearken to the
call of the public if he wants to make
a livelihood. And there is no deny
ing the fact that there is a real de
mand for popular melodies.
“A Bach fugue may be artistically
Ideal, but it does not produce bread ‘
and butter. Take Victor Herbert's
'Natoma,' for instance. It is one of
the most beautiful operas extant, but
it is not a financial success. The rea
son is that the general public Is not
educated musically to appreciate that
class of music. Educate the public
gradually and then the better, the
nobler musical works will be the popu-'
lar music.
“Victor Herbert’s reputation is not
based on classical music. His great
est successes perhaps are ‘Coon Bam
basha,’ 'The Red Mill,' 'Babes in Toy
land’ and one or two others. In fact,
his reputation is based on those
works, largely. In every one there is
a tinge of ragtime, so-called.”
Same Effect.
"My wife,” said a young benedict,
"is so exceedingly nervous at night
that she scarcely sleeps at all.”
“Burglars?” asked an old married
man.
“Yes.”
"Well, you have to expect that. My
, wife was like that. Every time she
' heard a noise downstairs she'd rout
me out and send me down to investi-
After a time, however. I con-
■1 her that if a burglar did get ■
B^^^se he wouldn’t make any
’ exclaimed the
BjMfat.”
the other
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more than a battered stick ißl^^ut
is unmistakably a doll. No one could
name a fair value for such a prize,
which stands out as a proof that the
child of today is singularly like her
little sister of some 2,500 years ago.
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Real Things.
“Who was this great god Pan you
read about who worked on pipes?”
“I guess he was a boss plumber.”
DOES YOUR HEAD ACHE?
Try Hicks’ C A PUDIN E. It’s liquid—plea»
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i Sick Headaches and Nervous Headaches also.
Your money back if not satisfied. 10c., 25c. and
50c. at medicine stores. Adv.
Helping Bob Along.
May—l've just been reading about a
Boston physician who tells you what
ails you by holding your hand.
Jane —I must tell that to Bob to
night. He's thinking of studying
medicine.
Made-to-Order Kind.
“My wife is always bringing homa
so much toothpowder.” complained a
man the^other day to a friend. “It’a
a waste of money. As for me I just
take the bathtub cleanser and scrub
my teeth.”
The pair were walking down Chest
nut street and his companion stopped
in amazement. “What! Doesn't it
hurt your teeth and gums, too?” he
exclaimed almost in horror.
“No.” came back the surprising re
ply. "You see they’re the kind you
buy at the dentist’s."
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Hubby—Don’t worry, darling; you’ll
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