into custody. Mrs. Sanger appears to be wonderfully in earnest, and whatever one's opinion of her doctrines may be, one can hardly but admire this fine, courageous spirit.

The advocate of birth control outlines in the following words her plans for the immediate future, prefaced by a short account of her own education in these matters concerning which she now teaches:

"After I fled the jurisdiction of the federal courts here, I studied in France and England and Holland the various plans by which the governments or societies see to it that children are well born and properly reared. I found in France a high death rate and the prevalence generally of puny babies. In Holland I found sturdy babies. At the clinics there I found experts on duty who gave mothers advice on just what to do to make their little ones healthy and strong, and to have them born when the mothers were in condition to attend to them properly.

"A family in Holland would no more think of buying an automobile for which it couldn't afford the gas bill than it would think of crowding the home with so many babies that none could get a decent and fit bringing up.

"In our western mining country economic conditions have already pioneered the way for family limitation, for too many mothers have staggered to their graves under the burden of rearing more children than they could. care for. I shall go there first, then to California, where the laws are equally liberal, and then I shall come back to our own east side and make a fight against the Comstock law that considers the sacred facts of birth into this world as 'obscene.' I don't think that law will last long after the people get after it, as I am sure they will.”

Mrs. Sanger resolutely rejected the advice of almost all the lawyers who counseled her relative to the course

she ought to pursue when the indictments yet stood against her. She refused to plead guilty, though by so doing it was certain she would have to pay merely a small fee as penalty. But Mrs. Sanger held her principles inviolate and refused to plead guilty. She even put aside the pleading advice of her many friends who urged her not to go into court herself and plead her own case. She refused to have a lawyer.

"Getting rid of the high-paid attorneys," she said, "and all the complicated machinery of the law simplified legal procedure in a way that was as revolutionary as my own magazine in its own field. I wish others accused for efforts to help society would go into court and talk plain, simple English to the juries, scorning the complications of the procedure and the lawyers."

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CCORDING to Dr. Robert T. Morris, the noted New York surgeon and writer, the women of Europe are already hard at work. fomenting martial troubles for the future. Dr. Morris is a philosopher, but no feminist. His theories are based upon the fundamental protoplasm which is the life-fluid of all races and all that is animate in the world. Here is the newest utterance touching modern woman to come from this brilliant if eccentric thinker:

"The women of the world will be responsible for the next war, which will come quicker than the present war has come. The women of the belligerent countries are instilling hate in their children. If the efforts of the educators of the world are aimed toward the development in these children of what Dr. Butler calls the international mind, this hate may be bred out of these children, but they will have to be caught young. If they are more than 20 years old before the in

Now then, is this responsibility fairly placed? Is it true that the women of Europe are to be looked upon as the real foes of internationalism?

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OLD-FASHIONED RECEIPTS HOSE who were so fortunate as to attend the food bazaar held in the home of Mrs. Payne Whitney for the benefit of the Social Service Department of the New York Hospital, and especially those who invested in a copy of Mrs. Whitney's cook book, carried away with them culinary inspiration which may be expected to brighten many and many a cuisine. The first edition of this remarkable cook book, limited to five hundred copies, went very briskly.

The particular value lies in the collection of English receipts, among which the following may be selected as representative of the high and diverse quality:

BALMORAL DESSERT BISCUITS (H. M. THE QUEEN'S BAKER, BALMORAL CASTLE, 1856.) These are not thicker than passover cakes, and very "short." Onehalf pound of flour, one ounce of butter, four yolks of eggs, only two whites. Mix the above into a stiff paste; roll out very thin and cut into round shapes, size of top of teacup, with a wavy edge pastry cutter. Bake in slow oven. The biscuits should be quite thin, blistered all over, but not

ters are the same color as the biscuits, not darker. These are only good when quite fresh from the oven.

LADY HEYWOOD'S MILK LEMONADE. -To the juice of nine lemons add one pound of fine loaf sugar; pour on this one quart of boiling hot milk and let it stand all night. Into a separate vessel peel three lemons as thin as possible; pour into it one pint of warm water (90 deg. heat); this also must. stand all night, covered, of course. Next morning put both together and strain through a very fine jelly bag till perfectly clear and bright; add sherry to your taste.

GRANDMOTHER'S WHITE SOUP.-TWO quarts stock of veal, lamb, of chicken; an onion boiled with it; 1 quart milk and cream, mixed; a suspicion of mace, yolks of 2 eggs, a little cornstarch of flour to thicken. Soak a little macaroni till tender; put it in the tureen just before serving.

CHICKEN BASKET.-Make a ring of mashed potatoes, fill the center with creamed chicken; sprinkle browned bread crumbs on top.

CODFISH FOAM.-Make a white sauce of 1 tablespoonful of flour, 1 teaspoonful of butter, I cup of hot milk; stir until smooth and then add 2 tablespoonfuls of finely picked codfish, freshen, and the beaten whites of 2 eggs.

JOHNNY CAKE.-One cup of cornmeal, 1⁄2 cup flour, I teaspoon soda, salt, 2 tablespoons molasses, 1 tablespoon sugar, sour milk to mix.

-Lanier.

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A "MOVIE" CARMEN ERALDINE FARRAR acquired a lot of technique while appearing before the movie camera. She learned that action is a prime adjunct to any form of dramatic work, and she became mistress of some very surprising feats of athleticism. In the movies you have to be ever so much more lively than at the Opera. If you can do a little clogging it is fine. If the clogging is out of the question, then you must at least try to inject such liveliness as is anywise suggested by the text.

Miss Farrar-or rather Mrs. FarrarTellegen, for the singer was wedded just a week prior to her first Metropolitan appearance of the season-played Carmen in so vigorous and realistic a way that she nearly broke up the show. Caruso, for all his life has been a strenuous one, admitted that he was jolted. Other members of the company, with whom, in the course of the performance, Carmen came into physical contact, complained of wrenched sinews and other semi-serious discomforts. She pulled one chorus girl all around the stage. She slapped the face of Don Jose, and brought to her struggle with him so much vehemence that he was quite put out.

From behind scenes there came afterward an account of what followed the drop of the curtain. It appears to have been a very warm and ominous session.

"Please remember, madam," said

Caruso in his best tones of offended dignity, "that you are not in the movies, but in the Metropolitan Opera House."

He is reported to have rubbed his smarting cheek with rueful gentleness. She had given him a stiff rap with her palm.

But Farrar-Tellegen was in no amiable or conciliatory mood.

"If you don't like my Carmen," she retorted, "you can get someone else to play it."

Caruso was a match for the taut situation.

"No, we wouldn't think of doing that," he replied majestically. "We can prevent a repetition of such scenes by getting another Don Jose."

Thus whatever may have been the thrills afforded those beyond the footlights who had paid their money and were entitled to everything that was going, it cannot be said that the movie methods of the singer who has just emerged from her triumphant pilgrimage through filmland appealed to her associates. And it is whispered that at least some of the activity of this newest Broadway Carmen will have to be abandoned. Since it is likely to prove unique, those who attended the initial performance are congratulating themselves.

is Morris Horn? Why, the truckster tenor, whom Mr. Aborn raised from the obscurity of muck and alleys into the brilliance of a promised career. You remember how Horn was passing by the Aborn Academy of Voice Culture and spied a sign which informed the public that human organs would be indiscriminately tried out. And how Horn hitched his team to a post and went in. And how-at least, this was the contention of a very efficient press agent-the truckster's voice was instantly pronounced phenomenal. It was a happy chance which took Horn past that sign-and which lured him

back to it.

Now Morris Horn has been placed upon a regular salary by Mr. Aborn, who means, it is announced, to air the prowess of his discovery in public before many moons. In the meanwhile, and awaiting the critical verdict of the world, it may be stated that the graduated hauler of dray loads is laying plans for a future of solid comfort.

"Me and my wife," he confided recently, "is so aristocratic that we move already from Avenue C to Rivington Street. And pretty soon, when I make more money, I go with my wife and the furniture to Canal Street. They say it's a nice neighborhood."

But to live in Canal Street is not the limit of the remarkable Horn's temporal ambition.

"When I make an awful lot of money," he says, as a supreme confidence, "I move me and my wife Sarah to the Bronx."

And to Horn the Bronx appears a kind of Nirvana-a true end of all desire.

Musical circles are waiting, with a mingling of fun and suspense, to see what talents the man who has already risen to Rivington Street will display. Miracles are only improbabilities

realized.

NOTES MAJOR AND MINOR. Over the signature of the following persons: Camille Saint-Saëns, Gabriel Faure, Theodore Dubois, Emile Paladilhe, Gustave Charpentier, Ch.-M. Widor, Paul Vidal and Whitney Warren, has come an appeal to lovers and patrons of music in behalf of the destitute families of musicians in France.

"The war," reads this appeal, "has interrupted the work not only of a musicians who have gone to the front, but also of those who have not yet been called to the colors. Their families have therefore been left absolutely destitute, and in these sad circumstances we cannot but ask for means to

go to their aid. The plight of some of these families is very pitiful, as they have been left entirely out of the general relief work done in France. The committee is anxious without delay to alleviate their distress, and to contribute both morally and materially. There are few people into whose lives music has not brought great joy, and who therefore owe a debt of gratitude. to those who have contributed So greatly to this pleasure.'

Funds, small and large, will be received, and cheques should be made payable to Miss Mary Bishop Harriman, 10 East Fifty-eighth Street, New York City.

The Philharmonic Orchestra has been enjoying the fine patronage it deserves. The programs given this season have been without exception highiy meritorious, and the response has been of a nature to encourage even more ambitious flights next season. Among the noteworthy compositions played during the past month were Tschaikowsky's "Pathetique" Symphony, Dvorak's concerto in B minor, Op. 104, a new suite by Fritz Stahlberg, and the latest work by Seth Bingham, "Fantasy," which received a manuscript performance.