Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 37, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 February 1910 — Page 2

THE DAILY REPUBLICAN Bvsry Day Bxcapt Sunday. MEALEY & CLARK, Flblithers. RENSSELAER, > - INDIANA.

AN UNKNOWN HERO.

Maa Trying to Aholi«h th* New Slavery la Knlogised. For many long, terrible years the United States has been sweltering under the yoke of the tyranny of servants. With waiters, parlor car porters, cooks, maids and even barbers in their present advanced condition, what man has not felt the mailed hand of the mighty? Walters have withered us, porters have petrified us, barbers have bullied us, maids have mystified us and cooks have cooked us until all the fight has been taken out of us. And until now we have been looking for another Lincoln in vain. Hope, however, has come at last. A hungry patient of a Chicago restaurant became impatient the other day at the slowness of the waiter. Ah, how many of us have felt that impatience and remained supine, the Washington Post says. But this Chicago man was made in heroic mold. He did not beckon timidly to the waiter and feebly remonstrate. He did not send for the head waiter, who would have given him an icy reproof. He did not send for the proprietor and go through the usual argument. None of that for this man. He was a hero, a pioneer, a Harriet Beecher Stowe, only his way the way of deeds rather than words. He simply proceeded to “clean out" the place, throwing dishes at the waiter, knocking chairs to right and left, kicking the head waiter in the shins, and giving the proprietor a cuff on the neck for luck. And in the police court the next day the magistrate, with the light of a zealot in his eyes, regarded the prisoner as the leader of a great and wondrous movement out of darkness. He leaned over the bench, listening sympathetically to his story. He nodded in appreciation, punctuating the dramatic recital with ecstatic, "ahs” and “ohs.” And at the end he drew himself up in his ch'air on the bench and sonorously decreed: “It is hot necessary to wait longer than a reasonable time for an order to be filled.” To such men as this magistrate and the Chicago diner the world owes a tremendous debt. To such a man as Senator Stone, of Missouri, who actually cowed a Pullman porter, the world should take off its green plush hat and sing “The Star-Spangled Banner.” They are the leaders in a great national movement toward the abolition of the new slavery. Who will say now that the twentieth century may not breed a man with courage to outface a cook?

QUEEN FOSTER MOTHER.

A Pleasing Story About Queen Amelia of Portugal. This story of Queen Amelia of Portugal is copied here from the Madrid papers: A short time ago, while motoring in a country district, the chauffeur mistook the road, and the party did not know which way to turn. One of the gentlemen in attendance asked a peasant the way. The man looked at the magnificent car, then at the company, and thought they were making fun of him. “As if you did not know,” he said. The Queen laughed and assured him they were lost. Not until then did the peasant condescend to point out the way. “Give him this for his trouble,” said the Queen to one of her escort, handing him a gold piece. “Here, my man,” said the latter, “is a little present from the Queen.” The next day the peasant presented himself at the palace and asked to see Queen Amelia. “I know her,” he said mysteriously; “I saw her yesterday, and I want to see her again.” The attendant would have turned him away for a madman had it not happened that one of the ladies-in-waiting recognized him. Presently he was ushered into her majesty’s presence. “Yes, ’tis thou,” he said, with great satisfaction. “I did not tell thee yesterday; I have two little ones without a mother. Wilt thou be their mother?” With womanly tenderness Queen Amelia accepted the trust and had the little ones placed in a special institution undef her patronage.

At a land and irrigation show held in Chicago, one of the visitors, an exCongressman from lowa, waxed eloquent over the apple exhibit. “The second most beautiful thing in the world.” said the gallant lowan, “is a ripe apple.” The love of apples is by no means confined -to ex-Congreesmen. There are a lot of everyday Americans whose heartstrings twine around the Northern Spy, whose souls thirst for the juicy Astrachan. The steaming dumpling, sweet and palatable and indigestible, has become a familiar part of the autumn landscape. As the years go, 1909 was a great year for apple. Thirty-five . million barrels is the latest estimate for the United States and Canada —twelve million more than in the previous year. Most of the Eastern States have-shown gains, the West has produced a better quality, and the Southern States have doubled last year's yield. Tet tinre is something vitally wroxg

Apples.

with the apple situation. Insects, tree diseases, produce dealers and railroads have conspired to prevent the general use of this fruit as food in our large cities. Within the boundaries of on_e of our great apple growing States the resident of the Metropolis delivers up five cents for one apple polished on the sleeve of an Italian vendor, and sighs for the days of apple wealth back on the farm.—Success Magazine.

All Sunsets Are Not Alike.

Mr. and Mrs. Peterby were sitting on their piazza. It was late afternoon and the sun was making his final preparation- to gild the western heavens. Peterby sat in mute admiration. “Did you ever see such a superb sunset?” he exclaimed, rapturously. “It is simply wonderful! Amazing!” Mrs. Peterby did not join in his enthusiasm. She shifted uneasily in her chair. “You would think anything was good,” she replied. “You've just had a good dinner. But it’s just an ordinary sunset. notbing more.” "Where are you going?" asked Pe* terby. “Why can’t you sit still? Just like a woman. No artistic appreciation.” • ■ “I’ll be back presently,” repl lad Mrs. Peterby. Four or five minutes passed. She came back and sat down. There was a silence. It is beautiful,” whispered Mrs. Peterby. “Don’t think I ever saw a finer sunset. See that exquisite coloring off there —and those feather effects. Perfectly lovely!” Peterby turned his face slowly and gazed at her. “What did you do in the house just now,” he asked. Mrs. Peterby’s face beamed. Why, she replied, “the cook was going to leave, but she told me she would stay another month.”—Success Magazine.

THE MINISTER’S WOOD-PILE.

The old New England preacher, says Mrs. Alice Morse Earle in the SundaySchool Times, could not afford to- use candles. In the home of one wellknown minister the wife always knitted, the children ciphered and studied, and the husband wrote his sermons by the flickering light of pine-knots, with his scraps of sermon paper placed on the side of the great leathern bellows as it lay in his lap. Generally the minister had plenty of wood—it was part of his salary—and his loads were expected to be always of good hard wood. One thrifty parson, while watching a farmer unload hi? yearly contribution, remarked: “Isn’t that pretty soft wood?;’ “And don’t we sometimes have pretty soft sermons?” was the sharp retort. In some towns a day was appointed which was called a “woodspell,” when it was ordered that all the wood be delivered at the parson’s door; and thus the farmers had a cheerful midwinter gathering. The Rev. Stephen Williams, of Longmeadow, made a note of the “woodsleddings” in his diary in 1757: “Neighbors sledded wood for me and shewed a Good Humour. I rejoice at it. The Lord bless them that are out of humour and bro? no wood.” The wood did not always come in when needed. One November Sunday the Rev. Mr. French, of Andover, gave out this notice in his pulpit: “I will write two discourses and deliver them in this meeting-house on Thanksgiving day provided I can manage to write them without a fire.”

Christianity in Japan.

In the Protestant Episcopal mission in Tokyo, Japan, are two boarding schools for girls, which have some 350 students. The principals and teachers are Japanese, with the exception of two foreign missionary teachers. In St. Paul’s college for boys and young men are 600 students, and there would be many more if they could be accommodated. >

Making Himself Heard.

Samuel Rogers, the< poet, is no doubt a great wit, but he has a turn for malice and even brutality. Some one once asked him why he never opened his mouth except to speak evil of his neighbors. He replied: “I have a very weak voice, and if I did not say malicious things I should never be heard.” —Memoirs of the Duchess of Dino.

Acme of Real Stupidity.

It Is claimed that in Ms boyhood Shakespeare was so stupid that he did not know enough to come in out of the rain. Perhaps through this stupidity he got so wet that he became the great intellectual ocean whose waves touch the shores of all thought.

Motherhood.

Motherhood is a spiritual relation, and it should be coterminous with the kingdom of womanhood. No woman is worthy of the name who has not in her the mother heart.—Mrs. Arthur Somervell. j

A Sure Proof.

“Is young Bascom really the Christian he professes to be?" _ “Well, he always dances with the wall-flowers at balls he goes t#,"—Baltimore American. Occasionally a girl discovers that the young man after her own heart isn’t after it at all. - L Men who have advice to give are never stingy with it. Z '

RAM’S HORN BLASTS.

Warning Notea Calling the Wiekeg to Repentance.

If you let a falsehood lie it will goon die. Wouldn’t it be delightful if one-half the compliments paid us were true? We never know what Our friends will do for us until we get into trouble. It is ever common to remember other peoples’ faults and forget oju? own. The shorter the step from one sin to another, the sooner one wears out his soul. Originality is a fragment of another man’s thought linked with a bit of one’s own. What foolishness to live to pile lip dollars if the devil Is to be the only gainer by it. Many a man’s head has been turned by somebody else coming into church a little late. Not everyone who goes to church is a Christian, nor everyone who stays at home a sinner. Angels know how much we want the Lord to come, by what we are doing to help make the devil go. God provided for the worst that could happen to man before He breathed into him the breath of life. A man’s vices lead him into the broad way, and after that he takes the lead and drags the vices after him. The man who would be worthy of honest praise must practice constantly the virtues which inspire honest men to praise their fellow men. The “drys” think that If the saloon is not taken out of politics, politics will die. The “wets” fear that if the saloon is taken out of politics, both will die. One may part with his health in the acquiring of millions—then health Is not worth as much as money, but after that health is worth more, for his millions cannot buy It back.

DIFFICULT CONVERSATION.

The American! traveler, as a rule, la well Informed as to all that concerns a stranger far from his own country; but he sometimes finds it difficult to understand why any other language than that of his native land should be used. Two Americans traveliiig in Germany wanted to send a telegram, and went to the office. The operator could not sepak a word of English, the Americans were ignorant of German, and after a conversation in which each party politely explained matters to the further mystification of the other, one of the Americans turned to his companion and said: "Well, Jim, take one of those blanks and write out the message. Then he’ll understand it well enough.” This "Jim” did, but the operator pushed back the paper with an amiable smile, but a convincing shake of his head. The travelers looked at each other, puzzled, but “Jim” had an idea. “I tell you what I’ll do. I’ll spell it out to him. The lunkhead can’t help but understand if the words are all spelled to him, letter by letter.” Fortunately the message was short, and the clerk listened politely, but without a sign of comprehension. He evidently considered it another peculiar development of a strange language. Seeing no signs of understanding, the men went in search of a friend who could write their message for them, and explained to him that the telegraph operator was evidently ig stupid person. “I don’t blame him for not understanding English,” said one, “but what I do blame him for is becaues he can’t tell what a word is after you’ve spelled it for him. That’s what I call more than ignorant!”

A Long Felt Want.

An American once went to Windsor castle and insisted upon seeing Queen Victoria. He was told that ‘t was quite impossible, as an audience with the queen could be had only by appointment. Still he persisted, and then they told him flat-footed that before seeing the queen he must ‘ state the object of his visit. He said he wanted to shew her a new piece of furniture, a throne bed —a perfect throne by day and a perfect bed by night.

Her Sad Finish.

“Did you ever know a girl to die for love?” “Yes.” “Did she just fade away and die because some man deserted her?” “No. She just took in washing and worked herself to death because the man she loved married her."—Houston Post. -

Between Friends.

MlssHomelelgh—Perhaps yog xron’i believe it, but a strange man tried to kiss me onde-.” Miss Cutting—Really —Well, he’d have been a strange man if he’d tried to kiss you twice. The average man appends m<ve money on a foolish habit than he does on his wife’s hats. „

2 A broken promise is an unpaid debt. Even a fool may pass for a man of sense. A bald-headed man at the prayer meeting is worth two at the theater. s

YOUNGFOLKS

Hieroglyphic*. This game, which Is really a trick, Is played with a confederate, and If cleverly done, a “goodlle companie” may be deceived. A Showman, armed with a long, pointed stick, stays in the room and his confederate, the Guesser, is shut out, while the company thinks of a word. The Guesser is called in, and the Showman proceeds to spell out the word on the floor, with sundry taps and strokes of his stick. The solution is simple enough. The taps represent the vowels; one tap for a, two taps for e, three i, four for o, Ave for u, and the Guesser need pay no attention to any other - talking. Suppose, for instance, the company selects the word “book.” The cue is given In the sentence which the Showman uses to call the Guesser in. He would say, in this case, “better come in,” and the Guesser would know at once that the first letter of the first word in that sentence will be the first letter of the word to be guessed. The Showman taps four times with his stick and makes a lot of misleading strokes and signs; then he taps four times more for the second o, then he says, in an off-hand way: “Kind of hard, isn’t it?” or any other sentence introduced by the letter k. He finishes up with more signs and strokes, as if to puzzle the Guesser, who, of course, has already secured his word. The Showman must be quick and clever in placing His consonants at the beginning of spicy sentences, otherwise the humor of the trick is lost.

What Birds Are These?

What bird is made familiar to little folks by the tale of “Babes in the Wood?” (Robin.) What bird can imitate the notes of other birds? (Mocking bird.) What bird is the emblem of the United States? (Eagle.) What bird of the’ ocean clings to Great Salt Lake? (Sea gull.) What bird’s nest is. eaten with relish in China? (Swallow.) What bird can stand motionless for hours watching for its prey? (Heron.) What bird stands on one leg mobt of the time? (Stork.) What bird is a menace to farmers? (Crow.) What large bird of prey soars solitary to heights of perpetual snow? (Condor.) What bird awakens the day with its song? (Lark.) Whit bird sings at night? (Nightingale.) The Sitting-Room Lamp, Aunt Ethel took off the shade from the lamp on the sitting-room table, ■ .ruck a match carefully on the little iron Chinaman’s back, and in a moment there was & pleasant light in the room. “Aunt Ethel, what makes the lamp burn?” asked Constance. “Kerosene,” replied Aunt Ethel, who was busy with her knitting. “Would the lamp burn if there was water in it?” asked the little girl. Aunt Ethel shook her head smilingly. “Of course not, Constance,” she said. “The oil feeds the cotton wick in the lamp, and the wick feeds the flame.” “What does ker-o-sene mean?” questioned Mary, forgetting the shadows in the corners and coming close to the table, where she could watch the flame. “Dear me,” replied Aunt Ethel, .“I shall have to find that out. I don’t know myself,” and she laid down the knitting and brought a big book from the book shelves and began turning the leaves. “Here it is,” she said. “Well, it is a made-up name, partly Greek. It means suel —that is, something that will burn —and it means light.” Both the little girls repeated the word over as if not quite satisfied. “It is really an oil,” went on Aunt Ethel, "that is found in the ground, and it is of more value to all the people of the earth than all the minerals, such as silver, gold and copper. But its real name is petroleum. Kerosene is made of petroleum. “Does everybody have it?” aaked Mary. “Who found out. that It could be burned in lamps?” asked Constance, before Aunt Ethel could answer Mary’s question. “Well, Constance, I will answer your question first, because it says right on this very page that no one knows who first used petroleum, as a thousand the Japanese were using it, and called it ‘burning water,’ because it came from the ground. And they dug wells where the oil was found to secure a supply. And in Egypt there were wells of oil, and the people used it for light, very much as we do now.” “I guess everybody knows about It,” sald Mary, for her aunt had answered both questions. , “There are oil wells in this verj State, New York,” went on Aunt Ethel, "and in Ohio, where Aunt Mary lives, and in Texas, and in California. And

years before the Bible was written way off in Russia, on the western shore of the Caspian Sea, are many wells of oil that supply many people.” “Walt, I’ll get the big atlas, and you can show us on the maps just where the oil wells are,” said Mary, eagerly; and in a few minutes th® big book with its colored maps was spread out on the table, and Mary and Constance found the places in China, In Japan, in Burma and in Russia where petroleum is found. Then Aunt Ethel told them over again the list of States, and these they found very easily. “My! I never thought before about what-—m Ade—the—sitting-room lamp burn!” exclaimed Mary, as they put away the big atlas.—Youth’s Companion. Winter Nature Notea. The Juncoes are collecting junk. They’re always on the wing; They plan to start a junk-shop For birds who come in spring. The Cat-tails, who in meadows live, Are losing all their fur, They surely need a good shampoo. They’re too forlorn to purr. The Sparrows’ favorite resting place On each cold winter night, Is close upon a leafless branch Near an electric light. Now is the time for rabbits all, Who wear acoat of gray, To hide themselves or else the snow Will give them quite away. —Chicago News. Sunrise and the Rooster, Once there was a man who was awakened every morning by the trum pet of a rooster. This so provoked him that at last, putting his head out of the window, he shouted: “Miserable creature! Is it not enough that you crow by day? Early every morning you crow and crow until you cause the sun to rise. Then I have to get tip and work. If you do not keep quiet in the morning I shall certainly wring your neck.” And so he did, but too late he found that the sun rose from other causes than the crowing of a rooster.—Chicago News.

Nothing Was the Matter.

“A newsboy I knew," said a yachtsman, “took to the sea. He became cabin boy on a tramp collier. He was a good boy, but—- “ Once, when our white squadron was at Newport, this collier steamed in her slow way shoreward with her ensign upside down, the signal of distress—distress of the> direst. Instantly a pretty sight was to be seen. Every warship in the fleet lowered a lifeboat, and all of those beautiful, snowy boats, manned by jackies in spotless white duck, raced for the grimy old collier at breakneck speed—a pretty sight indeed. The captain of the collier stood on the bridge. He waved his hat, and the crews pulled all the faster. As they drew close they heard the man’s cries. “ ‘Come on! Pull! Get down to it!’ he reared, dancing about wildly. “.’What’s the matter, captain?’ the first officer to reach the collier asked breathlessly. “ ‘Why, nothing’s the .matter,’ the captain answered in a surprised voice. “ ‘Then why’s your ensign upside down?’ "The captain looked aloft, then frowned. “ ‘lt’s that boy Hank again,’ said he. ‘And here I thought it was a regatta.’ ”

Why He Hadn’t Tried It.

The party was encamped on the Bear river in eastern Utah, when a prospector came along one morning on a mule. He had his jaw tied up and at first seemed inclined to pass on without a word. On Second thought, however, he halted and gruffly queried: “How fur to Salt Lake?” “Three hnndred miles.” "Humph!” “Traveled far?” “About 200 miles.” “Get your jaw hurt?” “No; it’s just an infernal toothache, and I’m a-riding five hundred miles to get it We invited him dowtt, and one of the crowd got a piece of string round the tooth and jerked it out as quick as you please. After the overjoyed man had ceased dancing about I inquired: “Why didn’t you try the string before starting out on such a long ride?” “Best kind of reason, sir. I hadn’t nary a string.” ’

Anecdotes Told of Wit.

When A. T. Stewart conceived the idea of setting up a coat of arms he went to W. R. Travers, the New York wit, for advice. Mr. Travel» suggested an rampant, chasing a lazy, salesman with a yard-stick, and Mr. Stewart did not speak to him again for a month. This anecdote is probably as authentic as the other, which states that Mr. Stewart being extremely loquacious at a state banjuet at Delmonico’s, Mr. Travers tile need him by calling the length of the ..able: “Cath!"

One Of the (W) Right Kind.

Maud —So your new beau possesses m airship, does he? What kind it is? Ethel —The best kind possible—the heirship to about a million dollars— Boston Transcript

Scratched so She Could Net Sleepy

"1 write to tell you how thankful 1 am for the wonderful Cuticuya* Remedies. My little niece had eczema for five years and when her mother I took care of the child. It was all over her face and body, also on her head. She scratched so that she could not sleep nights. I used Cuticura Soap to wash her with and then applied Cuticura Ointment. I did not use quite half the Cuticura Soap and Ointment, together with Cuticura Resolvent, when you could see a change and they cured her nicely. Now she is eleven years old and has never been bothered witji eczema since. My friends think it is just great the way the baby was cured by Cuticura. I send you a picture taken when she was about eighteen months old. “She Yas taken with the eczema when two years old. She was covered with big sores and her mother had all the best doctors and tried all kinds of salves and medicines without effect until we used Cuticura Remedies. Mrs. H. Kiernan, 663 Quincy St., Brooklyn, N. Y., Sept. 27, 1909.”

The Manly Man.

“After you’ve been two weeks in the house with one of these terrible handy men that ask their wives to be sure to wipe between the tines of the forks and that know just how much raising bread ought to have and how to hang out a wash so each piece will get the best sun it’s a real joy to get back to the ordinary kind of man. Yes, ’tis so!” Mrs. Gregg finished with much emphasis. “I want a .man who should have sense about the things he’s meant to have sense about, but when it comes to keeping house I like him real helpless, the way the Lord planned to have him!”—Youth’s Companion.

STEADILY GREW WORSE.

A Typical Tale of Sofferings from Sick Kidneys. Mrs. L. C. Fridley, 1034 N. Main St., Delphos, Ohio, says: “Five or six

years ago I began to suffer with kidney trou bI e and grew steadily worse until my, health was all broken down. For "weeks I was in bed and could not turn over without bising helped. My back was stiff and painful, I was tired and lan-

guid, and when I was able to get around I could not do’my work. The first box of Doan’s Kidney Pills helped me so much that I kept on using them until rid of every symptom of kidney trouble. During the past three years I have enjoyed excellent health.” Remember the name—Doan’s. Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. FosterMilburn’ Co., Buffalo, N. Y.

Fair, Fat and Tide-y.

A Kansan sat on the beach at Atlantic City watching a fair and very fat bather disporting herself in the surf. He knew nothing of tides and he did not notice that each succeeding wave came a little closer to his feet. At last an extra-big wave washed over his shoetops. “Hey, there!” he yelled at the fair, fat bather. “Quit yer jumpin’ up and down! D'ye want to drown me?”— Everybody’s.

A Generous Gift.

Professor Munyon has just Issued a most beautiful, useful and complete almanac. It contains not only all the scientific information concerning the moon’s phases, in all the latitudes, but has illustrated articles on how to read character by phrenology, palmistry and birth month. It also tells all about card reading, birth stones and their meaning, and gives the interpretation of dreams. It teaches beauty culture, manicuring, gives weights and measures and antidotes for poison. In fact, it is a Magazine Almanac, that not only gives valuable information, but will afford much amusement for every member of the family, especially for parties and evening entertainments. Farmers and people in the rural districts will find this Almanac almost invaluable. It will be sent to anyone absolutely free on application to the Munyon Remedy Company, Philadelphia, Pa.

Lightning Change.

“Maria, who is' the spider legged gawk that comes to see Bessie two or three times a week?” “Why, don’t you know, John? That’s young Mr. Welloph, the junior partner in the firm of Spotcash & Co.” “Well, confound her, why doesn’t she give him a little more encouragement?” —Chicago Tribune.

If You Are a Trifle Sensitive

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Hopeful Indication.

Traveler (in Drearyhurst)—Nice, clean little, town you’ve got here. Uncle Welby Gosh (on his dignity)— Thanks; It hqln’t been muckraked, in none o’ the' magazines ylt, I b’lleve.

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