Thinks War Will End in August, Next Year

1916

Russian Field Commander Praises Roumania as Ally — Expects Allies to Win.

RUSSIAN ARMY HEADQUARTERS (on southern front). — In an interview with a war correspondent Gen. Alexis Brusiloff is quoted as saying:

"It goes without saying that I felt deep joy when I heard that Roumania had declared war on Austria. My left flank, now resting on the Roumanian army, with which it has virtually brought itself into contact, is now undoubtedly secure.

"The Roumanian army is a strength with which one must reckon. It is under good leadership, an excellent spirit animates it and it is subjected to remarkable discipline. Its body of officers are well learned, serious and competent. Above all, the Roumanian army has magnificent artillery which, it uses with perfect skill.

"During the last two years Roumania has had plenty of time to accumulate great quantities of ammunition and that is a capital point, because artillery plays in modern war a role not only enormous, but preponderating, and any nation without the help of powerful artillery would in vain expect great military success.

Sees Fall of Austria.

"If you consider, moreover, that Roumania in taking part in the war closes naturally her boundaries to German and Austrian buyers, who formerly found on her territory huge quantities of corn and maize, you will admit that the armed intervention of Roumania, who proudly enters the lists, is an event of the first order.

"To my mind, the Austro-Hungarian empire, assailed from all sides, will not be able to stand much longer before the hordes of enemies who are hurling themselves against her and are only preparing to increase the vigor of their blows.

"The present war is a war that it is impossible for us to lose, and altho a huge work remains to be accomplished, its successful result is already in our hands. The game is already won. I said so two years ago, and I did not change my mind one year ago when the penury of ammunitions obliged us to undergo great trials.

Compares War to a Lottery.

"We must consider that for the Allies, the present war can be compared to a lottery in which every number has to win, only we must go on until the end and not have the weakness to think about a premature peace.

"Now you will ask me when one may suppose that true peace will be signed, a peace which the Allies will be able to accept with the joy of an entirely fulfilled task. I am not a prophet, the future is in the hands of God, but if had absolutely to make an hypothesis I should be inclined to think that the month of August, 1917, might see the end of our memorable work."

—The Saturday Blade, Chicago, Sept. 16, 1916, p. 3.

Easy to Talk Too Much

1919

One Must Admit There Is Much Truth in These Sage Reflections

"It is my opinion," said Mr. Goslington, "that beggars talk too much. For instance, this morning I met a man who asked me for a nickel with which to buy a cup of coffee. As I was reaching for the nickel he kept right on talking, telling me among other things that he hadn't had anything to eat for three days, which I knew of course was false, and which detracted very much from my pleasure in giving.

"I am an easy mark. Perhaps as I grow older I shall grow harder, but as I fell about it now I would rather give to a dozen frauds than take a chance of missing one man who was hungry. Still I don't like the fraud to be too obvious; and I am sure there must be many prospective givers who, when the beggar keeps on with that surplus talk, rescind their original determination to give and keep their money in their pocket. Surely you would think the beggar would learn wisdom and talk less, wouldn't you?

"But the beggar is not the only man. How often do we hear it said of some banquet speaker that he is a good talker but he talks too much? This may seem a harsh way of putting it, but that's what people say. This speaker starts engagingly and talks for a time to the pleasure of everybody, wandering on then interminably to the complete obliteration of the first favorable impression. Here the only result is the tiring of the speaker's hearers; but talking too much might have a far more serious result in the case of, say, a man applying for a job.

"Many a man has talked himself out of a prospective job. He goes to the employer with what he wants to say clearly laid out in his mind, he says this clearly and simply, and the employer has practically made up his mind to take him; but then the applicant keeps on talking, to his own undoing. As he talks he reveals himself in a light less favorable; he discloses perhaps some peculiarity that may not really be a detriment but that strikes the employer not agreeably; and so this job that at first the applicant had felt perfectly sure of slips away from him entirely and without his realizing just how it all came about.

"The beggar is far from being alone in over-talking. There are many men in many walks who lack the fine gift of knowing when to stop."

Rich Girl Sued for $150,000 — Stole Woman's Astrologer Husband

1909

RICH GIRL SUED FOR $150,000

Wife of Astrologer Says His Love Was Stolen.

FORGAVE HUSBAND ONCE.

Mrs. Marshall Clark Tells Graphic Story of Seeing Rival Run Out of Mr. Clark's Private Office and of Her Visit Later to Miss Gazzam, Who, She Says, Declared the Man Was Her "Affinity in Spirit, Soul and Body."

New York, Oct. 4.— Mrs. Marshall Clark of Chicago, a handsome brunette of thirty-five years, who has brought suit for $150,000 damages against Miss Antoinette Elizabeth Gazzam, possessor of a fortune of $3,500,000 and a palatial home at Cornwall-on-the-Hudson, charging the young woman with alienating the affections of her husband, an astrologer known as "Professor Niblo," has come to New York to prosecute her claim against the heiress.

"I met Dr. Clark in Chicago," Mrs. Clark said. "We were married in New York on March 24, 1903, by the Rev. Dr. Anderson, a Methodist Episcopal minister. At that time Mr. Clark was conducting a real estate business in this city.

"We had an ideal married life until Miss Gazzam and her millions appeared. We traveled much. I was my husband's business partner and confidential adviser as well as his wife.

Consulted Him on Astrology.

"We were living in Los Angeles in April last when Miss Gazzam arrived in that city. She evidently had read Mr. Clark's advertisements about astrology, and she consulted him. They very soon were having frequent meetings. Indeed, Miss Gazzam engaged the rose parlor at the fashionable Lankershim hotel, in Los Angeles, in which to entertain him.

"On April 29 I called at my husband's office, and, not hearing any sound in his inner office, I opened the door and entered. As I did so I was amazed to see Miss Gazzam spring past me and run out of the office.

"I began screaming, and my husband ran to his desk and took from the drawer a revolver, which he pointed at me, threatening to shoot me if I did not stop making a noise.

She Forgave Him That Time.

"Although I forgave my husband for the presence of the woman and for his attack on me, I soon found out that this mysterious new friend was calling upon him every day and he upon her. She called upon him five times one day and telephoned him twenty times. I sought the advice of counsel and was told to see if I could have a personal conversation with Miss Gazzam. So on May 24 last I went to her apartments, then in the Zelda hotel She met me at the door.

" 'Do you know that Marshall Clark is my husband?' I asked.

" 'Yes, I know all about you,' she said.

"Then I asked her why she was acting in this manner. She replied:

" 'Because Mr. Clark is my affinity in spirit, soul and body.'

"I began to cry and told her I was talking to her in heart to heart fashion. I said: 'Don't you know these tears are tears of blood? My heart is breaking.'

Told to Get Out of Their Way.

" 'I don't care for your tears of blood or your breaking heart,' she retorted. 'There is only one thing for you to do, and that is to get out of our way. I have always had what I wanted, and I want this man and am going to have him, no matter what it costs you or anyone else.'

"I tried to continue the interview, but she gave me a violent push that nearly knocked me out of the window, which was on the fourth floor.

"Turning upon her, I screamed: 'Are you trying to take my life? You have already taken my husband and ruined my home!'

"At this she grabbed my lace coat and almost tore it from my back. When I came to myself I was out in a hallway of the hotel, my hair down my back, my silk coat torn to shreds and blood streaming down my face.

"I got out a warrant charging her with assault and battery, but before it was served she had disappeared. I learned later that she had moved to the Hotel Pepper, where she registered as Mrs. S. W. Moore. At the time she also registered at the Westlake hotel as Miss Mazzag of Pennsylvania.

"I learned then that my husband visited her every evening. He posed as a physician. When he called upon her he worse a false mustache."

—Orange County Times-Press, Middletown, NY, Oct. 5, 1909, p. 9.

The Cost of a Cocktail

1916

The Drink a Young Business Man Had to Have Before Lunch

In New York city there is a man who once paid $6,000 for a cocktail. He did not know it then, and he never will know it unless he happens to read this story.

A certain prosperous manufacturing company needed a new departmental manager. The salary was $6,000 a year. The officers of the company considered a great many candidates and at last decided to offer the position to a clever young man of unusual business ability. He seemed to be exactly the man for that particular place. The president and general manager invited the young man to lunch with them at a downtown club, ostensibly to talk over a less important business matter. They wanted to "look him over" just once more.

The man met them at the appointed hour, and the president, anxious to make the occasion a pleasant one, ordered an elaborate luncheon. The waiter was a long time in bringing the first course, and the guest began to appear ill at ease. He seemed absentminded and uninterested in the conversation. He twisted about in his chair and tapped his finders nervously upon the table. Finally he turned toward the president and said almost desperately "Would you mind very much if I ordered a cocktail?" Then he flushed a little and offered a laughing apology for making the request.

The other men exchanged surprised and significant glances, but they called the waiter and ordered the cocktail. When it came the guest drank it eagerly. In a few moments he had become another man — the man of keen vision and quick mind, who could be so useful in their great business. There was no more preoccupation in his manner, no shifting about in His chair. He was alert, eager, clear headed.

But as the luncheon went on neither the president nor the manager mentioned the real object of the interview. Each was thinking the matter over seriously, and neither could be sure of the other's secretly formed opinion. The situation became awkward. Finally the president excused himself on the pretense of going into the library to speak to a friend who had just entered. But after speaking to his friend he went straight to the desk and wrote a message on a telegraph blank. He gave the message to a uniformed attendant and went back to the dining room.

In a few minutes a page brought a telegram to the manager, who read it hurriedly, while the president finished telling their guest about a shooting trip in Maine. This is what the telegram said:

The job is too big for a boozer. We can't run our business by cocktail power. — Youth's Companion

—Stevens Point Daily Journal, Stevens Point, Wisconsin, July 29, 1916, page 6.

Albert Einstein Would Rather Not Talk About It

1921

A. EINSTEIN'S WIFE UNDERSTAND HIM BUT NOT HIS THEORIES OF RELATIVITY

Written by Margery Rex, for International News Service

NEW YORK, April 21 — What is his life like?

How often we say that of a man in the public eye! Everyone wonders what kind of woman interests and holds the affection of a great man — everyone is curious as to the characteristics of the one he has chosen as his helpmate.

The world wants to know whether the genius has married a woman in sympathy with his ideals or opposed to them, whether she likes the things that interest him or not; where she mothers him or brothers him.

I called upon Professor Albert Einstein and attempted to discuss with him his theory of "relativity." Professor Einstein, although a discoverer of revolutionary scientific theories which tend to obliterate time and space, a distinguished physicist and lecturer is a member of the Zionist delegation headed by Dr. Chaim Weizmann which is here to offer the consideration of Jews in America plans for a great university to be erected in Jerusalem.

Stops Talking About Theories

A gracious and charming little woman met the writer at the door and begged her to desist at least from attempts at "relativity" with its discoverer.

"My husband" — it was Mrs. Einstein who spoke — "is so overwrought with requests for discussions that he has decided not to say any more about his theories, that is, for the present.

Just then Mr. Einstein came forward. Tall, suave in manner with high forehead and mop of black hair as his only professional symptoms, the scientist looked at his wife questionably and was told what was up.

The two made a vivid contrast of appearance. Mrs. Einstein is of medium stature, with light brown hair and gray eyes, a well poised woman who combines dignity with a pleasant vivacity of manner. her dark brown frock of satin and velvet, trimmed with martin fur bands, belies the frequent assumption that the learned and their near of kin effect the dowdy and careless in dress.

Einstein is a great Jewish personage, as well as a distinguished physicist. He is actively interested in the university plan, according to his wife, who speaks English fluently and who acted as interpreter.

"In Europe, in the far east," she translated for me from her husband's statement, "there are so many Jewish families who are without homes. Their children have great potentialities. Their young men need an institution where education can be offered them. Hence this plan to establish a university in Jerusalem. Poor students now have no place to study and if help is not given will be unfitted for life.

"As for the outbreaks of anti-Jewish sentiment, of which we learn here and there at times my husband believes they are caused by the passions let loose by war, the hatred of nation against nation, race against race."

Respects Woman's Intelligence

Professor Einstein stood at the window whence he looked west over Forty-second street, great thoroughfare where traffic dashes along against time and where skyscrapers seem to defy all natural laws.

Mrs. Einstein smiled and repeated that we had a small chance of getting the professor to discuss his theory.

"Perhaps he thinks a woman wouldn't be really interested enough to understand?" And she translated this for him.

Vehement denial from the scientist followed.

"No, he doesn't agree with that," Mrs. Einstein said. "He thinks women are the equal of men in understanding. It is simply that he can't give time enough to explain it to you."

"I myself can't comprehend it, and I think few women can," she admitted. "No, I am not a scientist. I believe two scientists could marry though and live happily, but such is not the case with our marriage.

"I am just a wife, my husband likes a rest when he comes home — he has enough science elsewhere," she laughed, and was compelled by the discoverer of "relativity" to translate again.

The Einsteins have two grown daughters in Europe, Margot and Ilsa. Mrs. Einstein is a cousin of her present husband and her maiden name was Ilsa Einstein.

Professor Einstein is not a one-sided person, all of whose energies are bent in one direction. He is an accomplished violinist, and he adds yachting to his hobbies, being a keen sportsman.

Their family circle is not a small one by any means, since it includes two sons of the scientist by a former marriage. Both the physicist and his wife are citizens of Switzerland.

The fame that visited them almost "overnight" as European journals have described it, and which has made them citizens of the world, nevertheless, has left them unassuming and unfailingly good humored, despite the various demands Fame has brought them.

—The Chronicle Telegram, Elyria, Ohio, April 22, 1921, page 16.

Gentleman Jack O'Brien, Great Fighter, Interviewed

1920--

GENTLEMAN JACK O'BRIEN, WHO IS APPEARING AT THE PALACE THEATRE, GIVES A LENGTHY INTERVIEW ON RING BATTLES OF NOTE

Former Champion, and One of the Greatest Fighters That Ever Crawled Through Ropes, Is of Opinion That Present Champion Will Fall Before the French Fighter—O'Brien Is an Actor of No Little Ability, Having Appeared Before All Crowned Heads of Europe—Was Great Worker for Charitable Institutions During War.

Gentleman Jack O'Brien, one of the most unique exponents of the squared ring that has ever visited Olean, was a guest in the Herald office this morning. Mr. O'Brien, who is a gifted and polished conversationalist, discussed a wide range of subjects from keeping in perfect physical trim to the League of Nations and easily demonstrated that he has not traveled the world over in vain.

In a word Mr. O'Brien is an "uplifter" but not of the usual variety. In a thoroughly sane and unbiased manner he discussed the things that have brought ring battles into disrepute and showed the way for a reformation to the ultimate end that these contests in physical strength and endurance might be so staged that they would appeal to the most refined and intelligent, as they did when staged for charity, during the late war, particularly in France and England.

Mr. O'Brien was somewhat guarded in discussing the Willard-Dempsey fight in Toledo but unhesitatingly expressed the opinion that when Dempsey meets Carpentier there is going to be a quick knockout and the Frenchman will win. This opinion is of more than ordinary value due to the fact that during the war Mr. O'Brien boxed Carpentier, in France, for the benefit of the Red Cross.

Among the famous fighters that Mr. O'Brien has met in the ring are Sam Langford, Stanley Ketchel, Kid McCoy, Bob Fitzsimmons and Tommy Ryan and in speaking of some of these events he said that in the days gone by there was no fiddling over a big bonus, or vast sums to be paid to the loser, but just a case of taking on the best fighter at hand for the best terms offered, with the whole idea of pleasing and satisfying the public.

He discussed boxing as an aid to long life and incidentally suggested that he had made no great sums out of fighting and that the best of his work had been done in the interest of some public benefit or charity, just as he boxed, during the late war, for the benefit of the Red Cross, War Chests and Liberty Loan drives. Mr. O'Brien was in the aviation corps, during the war, and he was requested to aid the various loans and drives, particularly in the United States. At one benefit performance, for the Red Cross $125,000 was raised, largely through his efforts.

At the present time Mr. O'Brien is signed to meet Joe Beckett, heavyweight champion of England, in London on July 4th, but anticipates that so far as England is concerned the fight will be stopped because of his announced intention of giving his share of the proceeds to the Irish organizations, to use in their fight for the freedom of Ireland. He says, however, that the fight will be held somewhere if called off in England.

Mr. O'Brien, who is appearing in a remarkably interesting monologue at the Palace Theatre, has appeared before President Wilson, William Jennings Bryan, Hon. Chauncey M. Depew, Sir Henry Irving, the late Theodore Roosevelt, former president, William Taft, in this country, as well as the King and Queen of England, Madame Barnhardt, Queen Alexandria and other titled personages, in the old world, from all of whom he holds personal letters of appreciation.

In every sense of the word Mr. O'Brien satisfactorily fills his title of "Gentleman" and in his conversation, stage work and writings easily demonstrates that he is as much at home in a drawing room as in the ring, and a person not only of rare attainments but of wonderful personality.

--Olean Evening Herald, Olean, New York, December 13, 1920, page 11.