Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 February 1910 — Page 2

THE DAILY REPUBLICAN Bwy P«y Eiott Stntoy. HEAIEY & CLARK, PibHshcrtT RENSSELAER, - INDIANA.

ONE PUMPKIN FIE, $1.60.

Record Prtce tor Delicacy la Paid at Auction ta Oklahoma. It is an evidence of the prosperity of the people of & community when an ordinary pumpkin pie sells for $1.60. To the south across the Kansas line lies Beaver County, Oklahoma, ninety miles In length and thirty-five miles in width, formerly constituting No Man’s Land, a region without government or anything else, for that matter, except the wandering herds of cattle which pastured on the bleak prairies and the bands of cowboys sent there from Texas ranches to care for them. It was in the center of this once desolate country that the people of Pleasant Valley neighborhood assembled a few nights ago to dedicate a new schoolhouse erected near the site of the old structure which housed the children of the pioneers of No Man’s Land more than twenty years ago, a Liberal (Kas.) correspondent of the St. Louis Republic says. The dedication services consisted of a supper and music program, and an auction of several cakes and a pumpkin pie. The proceeds of these sales are to apply on the purchase of a dictionary for the school. The bidding on the pie was spirited, it being stipulated that the purchaser must eat the pie in the presence of the assembled neighbors. This honor fell to John Bliss, a bachelor, who, with true Texas chivalry, Invited Miss Wilson, the teacher, to join him in making way with the pumpkin pie. The settlers who invaded this region without law and government thirty years ago broke the prairie sod with their guns strapped to their plows. Several worked together for better security of person and property. At times, when danger was imminent from bands of highwaymen, who went to No Man’s Land for protection and safety, one would act as a sentinel, guarding the women and children in the dugout homes, as well as those who were turning the sod. They plowed in fear, planted in hope and often reaped in sorrow. It was the beginning of a civilization on the plains that has marched on to prosperity through the greatest adversities that have followed any people in the great central West. Railroad facilities were far away—7s to 100 miles for a box of matches or a plug of tobacco. A Journey to the nearest station in winter meant danger and suffering. Streams without bridges, fords deep and treacherous, wagons stuck, loads to be carried out by teamsters through icy waters that chilled to the marrow, and left for years the aches and pains of rheumatism, sleeping in the drifting snow, far from any friendly cabin, were but few of the many dangers that beset the men in their long and dreary journey to the railroad station.

SPELLING BEES.

North Dakota's Plan to Get School Children Into County Contests. North Dakota is going to learn to spell if the plans worked out by the educators of the state for a revival of interest in correct spelling work out. Arrangements have been completed, says the Boston Herald, for a series of old fashioned spelling bees, to be inaugurated in the district schools all over the state under the auspices of the department of education, and it is proposed to continue the new departure for some years to come, if sufficient interest can be maintained. Just what attractions will be used-with this end in view have not fully matured, but the promoters of the scheme believe ways will be found of making the spelling matches as popular as they were in many sections of the country half a century ago before the spelling “reforms” of various brands broke out. The county superintendents in nearly every county in the state are already mapping out the preliminary matches in their respective counties. These will take the form of countycontests between representatives of the different schools, to be held as soon as the different schools shall have had an Opportunity through spelling bees to enthuse the boys and girls and to pack otat their best spellers. Official lists of words will be sent out in order that all contestants may have an equal chance. Business men, professional men and farmers will be asked to offer prizes for the first, second and third best county spellers. The county champions will participate in a final state championship contest, when prizes aggregating at least SIOO will be offered. Any pupils of the eighth and lower grades will be eligible in the primary contegts,-

CONSUMER.

One Get* Low Prices and the Other Faye High Prices. ' -- You, Mr. Greenhouse Grower, must realize that when lettuce sells at 25 cents a pound, cucumbers at 15 cents each and tomatoes at 5 cents each, there is. just about ane-third the .consumption there would be if the prices were one-half what they are, says the Market Growers' Journal. You may not be getting a fair profit for your Mme, labor and capital. If you are

nut, you must be Interested In then figures. It may be that you are getting all you can reasonably expect from your products, and that you have profited to some extent by these high Christmas prices. But you must realize that high prices decrease consumption and that extreme prices, either high or low, work no good to the produced. When you subtqgct your returns from what the consumer pays you can not but fail to realize that the machinery of marketing your produce is too complicated and too costly. Just consider a fanciful case. You, John Smith, ship a box of seven dozen cucumbers to Jones, Brown ft Co., commission merchants in Chicago. They sell the box to Taylor ft Co., commission merchants in Indianapolis, at $1 a dozen, or a total of $7 for the box, and send you a check for your returns, deducting express charges, cartage and commission. Taylor ft Co. pay the express charges from Chicago and sell the cucumbers in lots of one dozen to grocers at k price enough above their buying price to give them a fair profit. The consumer pays the grocer on an average 20 cents each for your cucumbers, so that what you sold for less than $1 a dozen costs consumers more than $2 a dozen. And remember that it must be a fairly well-to-do cossumer to pay 20“ cents Tor one cucumber. Here is a big problem for producers to consider—the marketing of their products so that they may get more of the consumer’s dollar and the consumer may get more for his dollar.

On a Sailing Vessel.

Instead of the usual routine w6rk on 3, steamer—paint washing and so forth —the work on a sailing ship varies widely. It may be making or shortening sail, bending or unbending fine or heavy weather canvas, squaring in or bracing up the yards, tacking or wearing ship, and, no matter what the labor, one always had the satisfaction of seeing the result. The speed and sailing qualities of a vessel were things that could be discussed with interest as well as the length of passage. In bad weather, when excitement ran high and cursing was considered quite in order, struggling up aloft with wet or frozen canvas—one hand for the ship and the other for yourself—on a dark, dirty night put a man on his mettle, and should the foresail be handled or the main topsail settled and the cry of “Splice the main brace!” be heard — well, one felt at peace with the world. In the tropics catching sharks, harpooning dolphins and porpoises, singing, dancing, telling yarns and reading over old love letters are diversions not easily forgotten by those who have experienced them. Being becalmed in the tropics on a beautiful moonlight night brought home to one the beauties and wonders of nature and the existence of a God with whom one felt In closer touch on such nights as those. —A British Marine Officer in Atlantic.

A Pot Walloper.

A parliamentary register for 1896 showed that there was then only one pot walloper in all England. One seeing the term for the first time might easily imagine that a pot walloper was a species of ichthyosaurus >or some other reptile of a past age. It will be discovered upon inquiry, however, the term “pot walloper” is literally one who bolls a pot and was applied to voters in certain boroughs of England where before the passage of the reform bill in 1832 the qualifications for suffrage was to have boiled (walloped) his own pot in the parish for six months. —London Notes and Queries.

Wanted to Be Shown.

A St. Louis paper printed this story in its editorial column as a pointed suggestion that the public required action of municipal officers. “Are you a Quaker?’f ddtnanded the small boy of the with the wide-brimmed hat. “Yes 7 friend,” was the reply. “A shaking Quaker?” pursued the boy. "Yes, friend,” came the second reply. “Well, then,” said the small boy, “do it!”

A Dangerous Weapon.

Two Irishmen were out hunting, with one gun between them. The man with the gun saw a bird on a twig and took careful aim at it. “For the love of heaven, Mike!” shouted the other hunter. “Don’t shoot! , The gun ain’t loaded.” “I’ve got to,” yelled Mike. “The bird won’t wait.” —Philadelphia Saturday Evening Post

The Thief of Time.

Teacher Johnny, what is the meaning of the word “procrastinate”? Pupil—To put off. Teacher—Right. Use it in an original sentence. Pupil —The brakeman procrastinated the tramp from the train.—Cleveland Leader.

That Subway Air.

Church—Are you doing anything to get that awful smell out of the subway? Gotham—Well, the passengers take a lot of it out with them every day.— Yonkers Statesman.

They Are Exceptions.

“We are all bora equal,” quotedthe wise guy. “Don’t try to tell that ito the mother of a first baby,” cautioned the simple mug.—Philadelphia Record. An exchange says a good skunk skin is worth $5. And the man who gets a good skunk where he can skin him will earn every cent of it If your boss is not satisfactory, just mention the fact to him and perhaps he will permit you to resign.

TRUMPET CALLS.

Horn Sonnda n Warning Not* to tke Unredeemed.

tics is often mistaken for zeal for Nothing dulls the edge of principle like sharp practice. You have the Bible by the wrong end when it seems useful to prove others wrong. They who in the darkness serve as though they saw Him always find Him near at - last.- - ;-j=======i=====^ It would help the sale of some shoes if they were warranted to speak in churdh aisles. Some think that faith is trusting God to cloud the moon when they go after chickens. It is well to suspect that love. Tor sinners which is based on curiosity about the slums. It is strange that the man who sends out many business bills gets mad at one little dun from his church. The only thing that sincerity does for the man on the wrong road is to keep him longer satisfied with it. Self-respect is a good thing, but to be guided by it alone is like a man’s trying to walk in the dark by the light'from his own eyes.

Nil Kisi Bonum .

Dear Henry’s gone! No more we'll Bee Him speeding o’er the chalk-marked lea. No more he’ll buck the line and punt And do his wond’rous hurdling stunt; No more he’ll dodge, and twist, and fight. And, unobserved, discreetly bite. He had his faults, ah’, yes, but who Could tackle, lad, the sqme as you? And so they broke his head. Dear Frank’s departed! Nevermore He’ll equal, quite alone, the score Of all the team opposed. In vain We’ll seek him on the bloodstained 1 plain, No more he’ll lay the runner low And give, unseen, the stinging blow. He had his faults, ah, yes, but none Was quite his equal on the run And so they broke his neck. Dear William’s left! He’s gone to shores Where naught is known of football scores. His last touchdown is made, and we Shall nevermore such tackling see. He’s kicked his final goal, alas! And made his final forward pass. He had his faults, ah, yes, but then He kicked as none will kick again— And so they broke his back. —The Sun.

Refined Railery.

"Poor Lai Brough,” said an actor at the Lambs’, “had a great liking for London ’bus drivers and conductors. He was always tejling quaint yarns about them. He told me once that, as he sat on a ’bus in High Holborn going towards Tottenham Court Road, an Elephant and Castle ’bus went by the other way, and Brough’s conductor took off his badge and dangled it by its cord in the Elephant and Castle driver’s face. "The driver, at sight of the dangling badge, turned purple with rage. He swore and shook his fist and went on terribly, while the conductor on Brough’s ’bus jiggled the badge by its string and laughed as if he would burst. Brough had watched the odd Incident with a puzzled smile. “ ‘What was the idea of that, performance?’ he asked, as theconductor pinned on his badge again. " ‘Why,’ said the conductor, pointing his thumb derisively at the driver who still, from a distance, shook his fist and swore—‘why, ye see, ’is father was ’ung.’"

Good Work.

“You have had that cook a long time, haven’t you?” “Quite a while, and she’s the goods, too." “I wish you’d tell my wife how you manage to keep her.” "I got the mayor of the city to appoint her to the office after giving her a sort of civil service examination, and now she thinks she is holding a political office, and, you know, officeholders never let go.”—Houston Post.

Wonderful Musical Memory.

Sir John Stainer* had a wonderful musical memory. It was put to the test once at the Crystal Palace when he had to play the organ in the “Messiah” and a folio copy, on which alone he could see the score, was not forthcoming. The conductor was in despair. Sir John cut the knot by a wonderful tout de force, playing the part faultlessly right through and entirely from memory, probably the only time the has been so rendered. —London Standard.

Petty.

Pet names he used to call her, ” And —well, he does it yet; But they’re married now, and be it is ir From us to tell what names they are, When she Is in a pet. —St. Louis Republic. Some people are 100 honest to tube advice they haven’t paid for, and oth-ers-are too wise: : ~~ ' V T Many a man with a will of his own has a codicil added to it by his with.

Yout faith lacks force if it makes no fqes. There are no wings on stereotyped prayers. They who wound in sport would soon kill in earnest. Zeal for statia-

YOUNGFOLKS

Her Union. I never took to dolls—not me! I’d rather race or climb a tree. And I just hate to sit and sew; It seems so very tame and slow. The dishes are an awful bore; They do annoy me more and more. But, worst of all, I hate to dust. Or scour the knives of stain and rust And yet I do them every day,

These things I hate, before I play; Because, if you must really know, My mamma makes me. soil’ll grow Into a lady fine and good; For otherwise I never could. And she knows what she’s talking of, For she’s a person you would lqve. If I can grow to be 3s sweet My dream of life will be complete. —Detroit Free Press. With His Talent, Too! Reginald wept to kindergarten for the first time this fall, and he enjoyed it thoroughly. At the end of a week he came home proudly bearing a paper folded in the shape of a boat. "Well, what did you learn at school this week?” asked a big cousin. “Learned how to make this,” said Reginald, proudly displaying the folded boat. The cousin feigned great surprise. “You don’t mean to'tell me you have been a whole week at school and only learned that!” Reginald thought seriously for a few minutes over this view of the situation; then he looked up at his cousin with a confident smile: “ ’Tis comical, Isn’t it?” he said, with a look that im•pHed pity over the foolishness of his instructors.—Chicago News. The Hour-Glam. Elinor’s Aunt Mary had sfent her the loveliest present, an hour-glass, at least Elinor called it that, all done in the gayest Scotch plaidij! But it really was so small that the sand in trickling through marked just five minutes, and it had to be turned and turned and turned twelve whole times to make a full hour. But Elinor never Worried about that. It was an hour-glass, a time-glass, anyway, all her own. Now how much pleasanter practising would be, for she could keep it on the piano, and the scales would seem twice as interesting

OUT OF FASHION.

Men No Longer Carry Hats to the branlng Room When Calling;. A number of customs which used to be part and parcel of the social system are being modified or are fast disappearing altogether. Paying afternoon calls, for instance, and conversation after dinner have been completely elbowed out by bridge. “Dining out, unless you are a bridge player, is reduced to a minimum,” says the Gentlewoman, “and those who cannot join in the fashionable game have to be content with an invitation to luncheon where they used to dine. “Among the minor changes in social .usages I have remarked lately that it is now quite demode for a lady to take the arm of a gentleman under any circumstances whatever, except just for going into dinner, and that perfunctory sign of feminine weakness will also probably disappear very soon. “Formerly after dancing and when, going in to supper at a ball young ladies always put their hand through the arm of their partner, but now if any one did such a thing in an up-to-date ballroom they would be looked upon as (in the phraseology of the day) not quite all there. How very seldom, too, you see a man in these days, hat in hand, in a lady’s drawing room. Up to quite a short time ago elderly gentlemen who went to evening parties invariably walked in, ‘crush hat’ under arm, while every man, whether young or old, went up to the drawing room, hat in hand, when going to visit a lady. It used to be said that this custom differentiated a social call from that of a doctor or lawyer. "The practice had its inconveniences, for- there was always a danger of an all too heavy foot being planted in the middle, of a brand new silk ‘topper’ by an absent-minded fellow visitor. Anyhow, whether for good or evil, the custom has disappeared like many others.” % '

ITALIAN CLIFF VINEYARDS.

Grapes Gronlns In Places Benched Only by Ropes and Ladders. “The steepest vineyards in Europe, if not in all the world, are situated on the northwest coast of Italy,” a

with the little red stream of sand to mark their faltering notes. And Elinor’s mother was delighted, too, for In the next week she never had to say to her little daughter, “Elinor, your half-hour’s practicing is due now." Instead there was a willing little girl waiting for the time to come. But when Elinor’s teacher came the next week, she looked very grave indeed. The scales and the new finger exercises went very badly; her pupil’s fingers stumbled more than usual. "I don’t believe you have practiced regularly, Elinor,” said Miss Blake, reproachfully. "Oh, yes, I have. Truly,” and Elinor nodded her head earnestly. “For half an hour every morning?” asked Miss Blake again. * "Yes, Miss Blake, really. And with my new hour-glass. It was such fun!” answered Elinor. “See!” and slipping down from the stool, she proudly showed her tiny glass with the thin little red stream slipping through. “See! When it’s all run through, why, then I turn it over again, for thirty minutes are half an hour, and five ip thirty goes six times, you know.” “And I suppose you have to watch it carefully to be sure,” said Miss Blake, trying not to smile. “Yes, I do,” replied Elinor, gravely. Then Miss Blake broke out laughing. “Why, dear child!” she cried. "This is worse than doing your scales and exercises with your eyes always on the clock, and I’ve warned you about that, you remember. You’ve Jiad tb jump up so much to turn that little glass over six times, that I wonder how you learned your lessons as well as you did. Next time let’s go by the mantelpiece clock, and let your dollies practice by that hour-glass. I’m sure it would look just right- on top of their piano.” This Elinor happily promised.— Youth’s Companion.

—ls I Were a Bear. I do declare, If I were a bear And wanted to creep Away to sleep „ The whole season through, I would not go < When the cold winds blow. - When there’s heaps of snow. When there’s skating nights. And snowball fights, And lots of things to do. I do declare If I were a bear And wajited to creep Away to sleep The long, long season through. I’d wait till the breeze Sang soft in the trees A lullaby with the birds and the bee* When the drowsy hum Of the insects come, Then down by the cool Old swimming pool I’d lie and doze Until, who knows? The winter snows Would waken me. If I were a bear I do declare That’s just what I should do.

writer in the American Wine Press says. “I have seen grapevines growing in many countries and in many queer places, but nowhere have I seen vineyards located like those on the seaeoast between Levanto and Spezzia. “The vines in some places alppg (hq Rhine grow on very steep hillsides, but nothing to compare with those growing on the lofty Italian cliffs. You can now and then get a good glimpse of these vineyards while riding in the train from Genoa to Pisa, which follows the coast almost all the way. The trouble is that tunnels succeed each other in rapid succession, thus continually breaking off the views of the sea and of the rocky coast. “After leaving Levanto, a small town situated on a semicircular bay, and going through a long tunnel, you soon come to what are called the villages of the Cinque Terre. Each Village is separated from the other by lofty cliffs. The vines cover the face of these bold cliffs, which are almost perpendicular. Mb such places can be reached only by ladders or ropes the difficulty of working the vineyard and of gathering the crop of grapes can easily be imagined. Almost -as striking are those places where the vines are trained upon wire across gorges made by the streams which cut the rocky coast. This whole region is probably unique in its viticulture. Ohly men like the Italian peasant farmers, who love the vine and Its luscious fruit, would plant vineyards on the face of sheer cliffs.”

Didn't Know Truly.

She—Where are you going? He—l don’t know. “You don’t, know where you are eoing?” s No; you see, I’m going, up in my dirigible balloon!”—Yonkers Statesman. '~~ “ — J —

Correction.

“It must be exhilarating to go south ding over the snow in your automobile,” said the man who walks. “Not scudding,” said Mr Chuggins; "skidding.”—Washington Star. When a man meets hia wife downtown the event is equivalent to meeting a hold-up man on his way home. Solitaire is one of the few games that two. cannot play.

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Stevenson’s Cup of Misery.

R. L. Stevenson, writing in 1893 to George Meredith, in an epistle quoted in his says, with heart touching pathos: ■_ “For fourteen years I have not had a day’s real health. I have awakened sick and gone to bed weary, and I have done my work unflinchingly. I have written in bed and written out of it, written in hemorrhages, written in sickness, written torn by coughing, written when my head _ swam for weakness, and for so long, it seems to me, I have won my wager Aid recovered my glove. I am better now—have been, rightly speaking, since first I came to the Pacific—and still few are the days when I am not in some, physical distress. And the battle goes on—dll or well is a trifle so that it goes. I was made for a contest, and the. powers have so willed that my battlefield should be this dingy, inglorious one of the bed and the physic bottle. At least I have not failed, but I would have preferred a place of trumpetings and the open air over my head.”

Teaching Baby to Walk.

Never encourage a' baby to try to walk if he seems unwilling to learn. The sockets of the joints are very shallow in tiny children and the bones so feebly‘cbftttected that they are easily dislocated. Besides, bowed legs are very much easier to avoid than to cure, and standing before the legs are strong enough to bear the weight of the body may result in permanent deformity.

GET POWER.

The Supply Comes from Food. If we get power from food, why not strive to get all the power we can? That is only possible by use of skilfully selected food that exactly fits the requirements of the body. Poor fuel makes a poor fire and a poor fire is not a good steam producer. “From not knowing how to select the right food to fit my needs, I suffered grievously for a long time from stomach troubles,” writes a lady from a little town in Missouri. “It seemed as if I would never be able to find out the sort of food that was best for me. Hardly anything that I could eat would stay on my stomach. Every attempt gaye me heartburn and filled my stomach with gas. I got thinner and .thinner until I literally became a living skeleton and in time wa» compelled to keep to my bed. “A few months ago I was persuaded to try Grape-Nuts food, and it haft such good effect from the very beginning that I have kept up its use ever since. I was surprised at the ease with which I digested it. It proved to be just what I needed. “All my unpleasant symptoms, the heartburn, the inflated feeling which gave me so much pain disappeared. My weight gradually increased from .98 to 116 pounds, my figure rounded out, my strength came back, and I am now able to do my housework and enjoy it. Grape-Nuts did it.” A ten days’ trial will show anyone some facts about food. Look in pkgs. for the little book, “The Road to Wellville.*’ “There’s a Reason.” Ever read the above letter? A •ew one appears from time to time. They are genuine, trne, and full of human interest.