Article Text
# THE EVENING STAR'S TWO PAGE MAGAZINE # HISTORY OF NEWARK IN CAPSULE FORM BY M.T.WELLS CAPSULE NO. 20. WHEN the War of 1812 began the town had reached a point in its prog- ress where, if it did not know exactly what was its destination, yet it was on its way. Two years before the census returns showed 6,000 in- habitants. The industry, life and vigor of the town was all out of pro- portion to its size. Already its fame as a manufacturing town had gone abroad through the thirteen original States, and beyond them. War, if the persistent rumor may be credited, always has a very depressing effect on the manufac- tories of the country to which it is brought. Strangely enough, this little three- year war with England, which was all settled quite a little while before its greatest battle was fought, not only did not affect the industrial and manufac- turing interests of Newark unfavorably, but actually instilled more life in them and brought a greater prosperity to them. The secret of this luck which befell Newark-and the town deserved it considering how everything had to be fought for-lay in the fact that the little city on the Passaic made a great many things which the soldiers had to have. Uncle Sam is proverbially a good customer, and he found a convenient and wonderfully varied market where he might pro- cure a great many of the things he must have. The army contractor was abroad in the land, and he favored Newark greatly. Far from being such an intimate and close-at-home proposition as had been the War for Independence, this second struggle with England might have continued indefinitely and contributed nothing more than extraordinary pros- perity to Newark. The town grew fat on war. There were few prayers for peace in Newark during this unpleasantness. Many of the town's wariike citizens responded to the first alarm like fire horses. They enlisted in the ccast defense service stationed about New York harbor to guard it from attack. Foremost among them in enthusiasm was Aaron Treat Crane, a descendant of Robert Treat, the leader of the settlers when they came first to Newark. He became a major in this volunteer army, and when the citizens were not too busy making things they were proud of him. Just how effective would have been this coast defense, in which all the Newarkers who tried to get to the war were marooned, will never be known, as the British were polite enough not to try to force their way into New York harbor, where they were not wanted. But later they told of this incident. On Park place, in the rear of Trinity Church, there lived an Englishman who made no pretense about just how his sympathies were located. Every time he could find a man who would listen to him he told that man about what a mistake the thirteen States were making. But it was seldom he could find a man who had time to listen, as all were so busy making things for the soldiers and getting prosperous. One night those who had worked late or tarried for yet another and passed on their way home anywhere in the neighborhood of this Park place house saw that it was lighted from basement to attic. Later the town learned that a party of English naval officers had been entertained there for the evening. They had come in from the blockading squadron and gone back out to it without being observed. But that was simply an incident, and meant nothing excepting that Newark was too busy and too far from the seat of it, to take the war seriously. A second paradox occurred when peace came. Brilliantly prosperous during the war, hard times came to the town immediately after it. The State Bank of Newark suspended specie payment just before the close of the struggle. Every- thing slumped, outside orders dwindled to nothing and panicky conditions pre- vailed. When a United States bank with a capital of $36,000,000 was established April 10, 1816, confidence came rushing back like a prodigal which had been tipped off on the fine veal dinner which was awaiting him. Confidence brought its twin, Prosperity, and everything was lovely again. # THE JOKER IN THE BILL The STAR asked on Sat- urday: "Are there 'jokers' in the tariff bill?" Something like a "joker" was developed yesterday in the boot and hoe schedule. The effect would have been to practically annul the tax reduction to 10 per cent. by limiting the reduction only to a class of shoes that are hardly worn in this country. Probably the phraseology of the bill was innocent, and not intended to pro- duce such an effect, but there are acute minds at Washington in- tent on taking every advantage, even by hoodwinking the pains- taking legislator. # WHY THE CANAL DOESN'T PAY The reason for the de- cadence of the traffic on the Delaware and Raritan canal, to be solemnly inquired into today by a legislative com- mittee, is plain as the nose on one's face. In every case where railroad interests have secured control of canal property that property has ceased to be remunerative. The Delaware and Rari- tan canal earned as much as $750,000 of net profit for the year just prior to the time the Pennsylvania railroad acquired the property. Last year the canal was operated at a loss of $100,000, although in the intervening years there has been an enormous increase in population and volume of business. And be it remembered that the canal is operated by one of the best organized and ablest cor- porations in the world. Railroad policy is everywhere opposed to water navigation. It wrecked the Morris canal; it tried to wreck the Erie canal, and opposed the project of deepening that canal, and for years it prevented Congress from taking favorable action in the building of the Panama canal. Railroad policy is railroad business policy. The canal is regarded as an obstruction and a menace to railroad enterprise, and the railroad company takes pos- session and extinguishes its competition. The Pennsylvania rail- road might frankly admit the facts. And the State can do noth- ing, for the canal is kept open for traffic. # Yankee Girl's Fondness for Outdoor Life Is a Puzzle to Japanese Maid Daughter of the Orient Like a Occident, has decided that the dress of Her Masculine Sister of the Far Feathery Whiff from a the Far West does not become her. West Inhales the Breath Fan. The native dress lends grace and of Summer. dignity to the wearer. The models of the new world put the sweetest of JAPANESE women who wisit the Japan to a disadvantage. Therefore, United States during the warm the Japanese summer girl clings loyally months of the year find themselves to the costume sanctioned by tradition, baffled by one phase of our life. They and is like a feathery whiff from a cannot understand the American sum- screen or fan. mer girl. To see her is to get the impression of dainty hands, nose, eyes, mouth, ears In every respect she differs completely and chin, of gorgeous eyes, a brilliant from the girl of their own Orient; her silken sash and a long single garment pleasures are so far removed, her cos- open at the throat. tume so different, that she never can Silent, pattering noiselessly from get over the riddle. place to place, this charming bit of femininity looks more like the vision The American summer girl is a of April, of springtime, than the sum- sportswoman par excellence. She likes mer, just as her more masculine sister to swim, ride, play golf, tennis, sail a of the Far West seems to exhale the boat and hunt. She lives in the open. very breath of the summer in the buoy- The deadly blaze of the summer's sun ant spirits she throws into her play. has no effect on her. She accepts the In gardens surrounded, often by sunburn and defies the heat that at- samurai in the more ancient parts of tends her outdoor amusements. Her the Japanese realm, or by soldiers and one ambition is to be perpetually and policemen in the more modern sections, eternally busy. the daughter of Japan spends her sum- mer in study and contemplation. In the winter she may give herself She gives herself up to her studies over to the gentler things of life, and because it is too warm to move about read and study. But for her summer physically, and she interests herself is the hoyden's holiday, the great open- air picnic, when she can go back to girlhood again and rejoice in the pos- parts of the world the little Japanese girl is a great gossip. She likes to hear all the news of the city. For this purpose she has recourse to the tea house, says the writer in the Phila- delphia Inquirer. Here the best red blanket of the establishment, set out on the matted platforms, serve for both set and table, carriages and jinrikishas roll by. There are pienic parties among the trees, for this amusement is as deeply loved in the land of the Mikado as in the country of the strenuous Teddy. Only when her natural indolence of summertime is brought into conflict with her fixed sense of the duties of hospitality does the daughter of Japan become active. Perhaps a guest desires to see a dance, for instance, some such characteristically beautiful exercise, as the "Dance of the Maples." The Mi- lady of Japan will put aside her lan- guor and entertain for the pleasure of the honored guests. Barring this dance the nearest that the summer girl of the Orient comes to # OFFICIAL LIES AS NEWS DISPATCHES Spanish officialdom only made matters worse by sup- pressing all news dispatches from Barcelona and strictly