Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 62, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 March 1910 — Page 2

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CHIEF JOY OF COLLECTORS.

XI la la Finding That the Pet Treasure of a Rival Is a Forsery. The collector has many sources of delight, for the most part obscure to the kindly race of men, writes Andrew Lang In the London Post. But perhaps Ms keenest joy "burns with a hard gemlike flame” when he is able to tell another collector that the rival’s pet treasure is a fake or forgery. The psychological reaction, of course, is not peculiar to collectors, it is merely that happiness in the misfortune of others for which the Greek and German languages have special words. If I am playing a salmon, for example, •'Charles, my friend," looking on. Is sure to say that he fears it is a kelt, not a clean fish. Again, the world may wonder why men busy themselves with the unpopular and unremuneratlve study of history. The truth Is that they are richly repaid by the pure and lofty joy of discovering each other’s blunders. Concerning the latest discovery of a wax bust of Leonardo, acquired by Dr. Bode for a Berlin museum, I must express myself with extreme diffidence. I never saw the bust, nor, indeed, any bust by Leonardo, and if I did see such a thing I could only have a vague private opinion about its authenticity. Every one has seen, if not the beautiful wax bust of Lille, at least photographs or wax copies of It. Nobody knows where or how It was obtained by the collector who left it to Lille. A romantic theory takes it to be a copy from the head of the lovely girl of ancient Rome, who Is said to have been exhumed during the Renaissance, to have excited the people by her charms and to have been concealed again by the chugch In Its wisdom. This sounds like an allegory of the rediscovery of ancient art In the sixteenth century. Indeed, I fancy that I have not been guiltless of a sonnet on the subject. Another guess attributed the bust to Leonardo, and if Dr. Bode’s bust is as beautiful as that of Lille, his museum bought it cheaply at £B,OOO. This Is true, whoever made the bust and wherever it was made. If it is as good as the bust of Lille it te a joy forever and at £B,OOO a joy forever is cheap. Now, as Dr. Bode la an excellent judge of art, the object must be beautiful. He thinks It good enough to be by Leonardo, and if it be so transcendently lovely In Itself what does It matter whether his opinion be right or wrong? The thing In Itself must be worth its price.

AMERICAN INFLUENCE ABROAD.

Affects Commercial and Amusement Activities and Also Legislation. It is self-evident that from Canada’s elose proximity to the United States and the absence of natural barriers on her southern frontiers the Americanizing of the Dominion should beia palpable fact, but it is worthy of notice that a like process is going on, in spite of the intervening ocean, in Australia also, says the Preusslche Jahrbuch. . Witness the large as well as the smaller incidents of public life. The decrees of the law courts were more frequently founded upon the American than upon British precedents. In clothing and in eating the custom and fashion of America became more and more prevalent. In the theaters and music halls three-fourths of the performers were Americans. The booksellers displayed many more American than English publications. The Australian merchants and exporters looked to America as the headquarters of the world’s commerce. The Americanizing of Australian legislation soon followed, and those who drew up the Australian constitution looked to the United States for a model. Their commonwealth is Indeed a second edition of the North American union. There is also a third section of the British world empire which is threatened with the danger of being Americanized. This is the British West Indies. The natives of these islands have, within the last twenty yean, learned to compare the enterprising spirit of the United States with the inertness of Great Britain. The occupation of Porto Rico, the institution of a protectorate over Cuba, the administration of the island and the undertaking of the Panama canal have excited their admiration. They found in the numberless American travelers who visited the Antilles, calling Jamaica the Riviera of North America, those who knit closer and closer the commercial and social ties that united the States and the English islands.

TWO GREAT LITTLE MEN.

Yewtkfnl Royal Co a alma la Solemn Exehaace of Ameaitiea. Apart from personal considerations the most endearing quality of royalty is its picturesqueness, and something pathetic and charming always clings about the small person of “the child born to be a king,” as the old ballad puts It. Two of the most important as well as the most engaging little boys in Europe are the 5-year-old czarowitz and the prince of Piedmont, heir to the Italian throne, who was born In the same year, the Lady's Realm says. The royal cousins have just been exchanging amenities In the shape of decorations. With - all due and solemn ceremony the small Grand Duke Alexei Nicolaievitch sent over to Prince Umberto Nicola Tommaso Giovanni Marla the much-coveted Rus 4ian Order of St Andrew, set la brll-

Manta, while “Little Italy,” with becoming courtesy, returned his thanks in the shape of the star of the Order of Aundnciata. The joys of swapping are probably unknown to grand dukes, but what else would an ordinary boy of 5 want to do but change his sparkling star for his sister’s Teddy bear or box of bricks? Alexis, if oue is to believe all one hears, has a great idea of making his four pretty sisters do what he wants. Certainly the little chap may lay claim to a good deal of sisterly spoiling to make up for the embarrassment of being the richest child In the world, hetman of all the Cossacks and in command of several regiments besides. The king of Italy’s son and heir has also had military greatness thrust upon him, and the best-selling picture postcard In the Italian capital represents Umberto in a gorgeous uniform with cuirass and medals and epaulets all complete. Some time back an astrologer of sorts cast the prince’s horoscope. According to his showing the little boy has many thrills ahead of him, and will live to see the downfall of the papacy, and, still more exciting, the decline and fall of the British empire. So we wish him'a long life, and a merry one.

VALUABLE RELICS.

Two paintings, relics of the conquered Guerrere, have recently been taken to Boston, to be exhibited In the Constitution. When the British ship was sinking, after the famous battle, Commodore Isaac Hull of the American vessel sent an officer on board the Guerriere to secure snme souvenir of the victory. The officer cut with his sword the two pictures from the walls of the cabin, and carried them to Hull, in the possession of whose family they have since remained, until acquired by the Navy Department. The paintings represent an Egyptian scene and a Corinthian temple, and are valued highly as relics. They were not, however, the only souvenirs taken from the sinking ship. Frederic Stanhope Hall, In “Twenty-Six Historic Ships,’’ tells the story of another article rescued from the waters. Just before setting fire to the Guerriere, Captain Hull asked his prisoner, Captain Dacres, If there was anything he would like to save from his ship. “Yes,” replied the defeated British officer, “I would like to have my mother’s Bible, which I have carried about with me for years.” A lieutenant was sent from the Constitution to secure the Bible, and from that moment the two captains became fast friends, and remained such until Hull’s death in 1843. Years after the battle Hull, as a commodore, met Dacres as an admiral at Gibraltar, and at a dinner given the American on board the British flagship, Dacres showed Mrs. Hull the very Bible which her husband had saved.

A Coat Tale. , Old Tommy Taylor, tailor and Retailer, doth retail Old army coats, and coats of arms, And also coats of male. With coats of paint he paints his coats Of arms above his door. His motto is, “I sow the tares, Sow all may rip the more.” He seldom tore his clothes, although He’d often close his store, And then he’d eye his clothes a while, Then close his eyes and snore. To thread a little needle He would need a little thread. When cutting dandy’s suit, he’d say: "This scissor cut I dread.” In winter he invests In vests; In summer pants in pants; In spring he sows some seedy things; In fall he rips, perchance. —Unidentified.

Asking Too Much.

The country doctor had come to prescribe for Lucy, the colored cook's little daughter, who was suffering from the unfashionable ailment known as “chills." The doctor opened his saddle-bags and prepared several doses of the time-honored remeay, quinine in capsules. Lucy sat up in bed, watching the proceedings with great interest, as the doctor filled each tiny capsule and capped it. But when she heard the instructions, “Give her one of these every two hours,” she walled in terror: “Is you gwine to mek me swaller dem little glass bottles, stoppers an’ all’”

The Better Part.

Mr. McNabber, says the London Dally Mail, had just told his pastor that he was planning a trip to the Holy Land. “And whiles I’m there,” he continued, “I’ll read the ten commandments aloud frae the top o’ Mount Sinai.” “McNabber," replied the minister, gravely, “tak my advice. Bide at hame an’ keep them." ~

Costly.

“Is he rich?” "He used to be.” "Well, isn’t he now?" “I don’t know; he has been engaged to be married to a chorus girl for nearly a year.”—Houston Post

Literary Consistency.

"That woman is never happy except when bothering over the unknowable.” “Yes. She used to adore Browning; now she dotes on. Henry James.”— Cleveland Plain Dealer. 4 Politics may be a game for men, but the original boss was a woman. Thermometers make more liars than the big* fish that- get away.

For The Chilsren

Chair Iloraea. Lyle Rogers was a little witch of a girl. She was as quick as a flash and darted here and there about her play, before her dignified cousin Eleanor knew what she was doing. Lyle had sunny curls, sunny browu eyes, and a sunny smile —that is, she had a smile while she was having her own way; when she wasn’t, her face would screw up in a homely frown. One day she went with her mother to visit Eleanor’s mother. Lyle loved Eleanor more than any other little girl she knew. Eleanor was always gentle with her and willing to play the games Lyle loved, and wllllnf, too, to let Lyle be the most interesting personage In the .game. On this day Lyle insisted on playing horse and . carriage with the parlor chairs. The two mothers went out for a moment to look at some flowers and they cautioned the little girls to be careful. , Lyle discovered that the seat of the horsehair chair with a little tugging would come out; leaving a great empty square space where the horsehair cushion ought to be. Quicker than thought she had jerked all the seats out of the chairs. Two of the chairs were tipped over for the horses and Eleanor and Lyle were sitting—ln—thei big rocker driving the. horses. When the two mothers came back they were much disturbed to find the best parlor in such disorder. "Why, who took all the seats out of my chairs?” cried Eleanor’s mother. “I did, aunty,” laughed Lyle. “Don’t they look funny?” “Lyle Rogers!” exclaimed her mother. “I will not bring you to see Eleanor again for a whole month. Put those seats right back.” “I don’t want to,” said Lyle. “Do It at once,” her mother said firmly. “I’m not golfig to,” said Lyle with equal firmness. "Do you want me to take you home and put you to bed?” said her mother, still more sternly. At this point Eleanor had an Idea. “Why, Lyle,” she said, with great dignity. “We forgot! Horses never go arouWd with their stomachs out!” Lyle looked at the tipped-over chairs, with the empty space where the seat ought to be, and saw In a flash what Eleanor meant. In another minute the seats were all back in the chairs.— Chicago News. The Rainy Day La»».

Paddle and splash and merrily dash Along the glistening pave;. Oh, Rainy Day Lass, when I see ycj. pass, I welcome the showers you brave. When you look so good In your snug blue hood, I’d not have the weather behave! Flit cosily by, all sheltered and dry. With cheeks as red as wine; Oh, Rainy Day I .ass, when I see thee pass, The murkiest day seems fine. That gossamer cape Does rightfully drape A heart as light as thine! Lucullus and Napoleon. In his “Bright Sides of History,” in St. Nicholas, E. H. House has something to say about the appetites of famous people. “You know already,” Uncle Claxton began, “ that Lucullus wae a great general at one period, and that he led his armies victoriously I through many parts of Asia Minor. I The kingdom of Pontus was completely subjugated, by him; and the spoils collected from the principal cities formed the basis of an immense fortune with which he afterward enjoyed himself and entertained his companions in Rome. But gold and jewels were not the only things that attracted the attention of this man of varied tastes. The city of Cerasus, on the shore of the Euxine sea, was celebrated for its cherries, specimens of which were offered to him as the choicest delicacies of the region. He was so delighted with them that he ordered the fruit to be cultivated on his estates at home, and from that time cherries began to be known in Italy. You may be sure that Lucullus the soldier was a different being from Lucullus the Sybarite. It needs a clear head to win battles and govern kingdoms. and while he was busy with those pursuits he could not Have wasted many hours in revelry. He had before him as a warning the-fate of Alexander, who threw away his life in. dissipation while he was yet young, in almost exactly the same part of the world.” “You were telling us the ether day/*

•aid Percy, “that Napoleon Bonaparte had no time to think about what he ate.’’ - “That was often the case,” Uncle Claxton replied, “when he was out campaigning. He had very little time, and not much Inclination. Even in the "peaceful Intervals of his reign he was extremely abstemious. But he had his fancies In the way of food, and it has been said that he was punished terribly for indulging one of these at the wrong time. Boiled mutton with onion sauce was a dish of which he was often tempted to eat too much, and on the day of the battle of Leipsic, when he should have been especially careful of his diet, he chose it for his principal meal, and dined so heavily that within a few hours a violent colic seized him, and he was compelled to leave the field at a moment when all his skill was needed to avert disaster. Other causes have been assigned lor his defeat, but the story which I give you was believed at the time, and I do not know that It has ever been proved false. The harm may have come from his habit of eating too fast, for which Napoleon was notorious. He did not ordinarily allow himself leisure enough to enjoy the few dishes he liked best. His famous rival, was just as careless, and even more indifferent. Gallery of Statves. For this game all the company leave the room with the exception of two. One of these then stands like a statue, with perhaps the assistance of a tablecloth, or something similar, as drapery, while the other acts as showman. When the position is decided upon, one of the company is called in and taken on one side by the showman, and is asked his or her opinion as to the merits of the statue. It is almost certain that some suggestion will be made; In that case, the newcomer is made to assume the attitude suggested, and another player Is called in, to whom the same question is put, apd another suggestion made and adopted. As each statue is added to the gallery, a great deal of merriment is caused, and in a short time a large collection will be obtained. Oh, Ye«! She Knew. “Don’t you know what it spells, Eleanor?” asked her mother. “Now, think, b-o-a-t. It’s something that you see on the water in the country.” “Oh, yes,” said Eleanor, “a pier.” Oh, no, it is not that. It is something we get into when we go down to the water.” - “Oh, yes, I ’member now,” said Eleanor, "it’s having suits!” and the spelling lesson ended.

FRENCH SUBSIDIZED THEATERS.

Itls Contended ’That State-Aided Playhouses Are Handicapped. Toward the end of every year the question of state subventioned theaters crops up. The occasion is the laying before the French parliament of the report, invariably drawn up by a gentleman who knows nothing whatever of the drama, upon the condition of the four playhouses, the Opera the Comedie Francalse, the Opera Comlque and the Odeon, to the running expenses of which the treasury contributes varrious amounts —$160,000 a year to the Opera and $60,000 to the Opera Comique, for instance. Every year the old argument between state aided art and independent art is revived, and the old question of free trade drama or bounty fed drama comes up once more for discussion. This time two members of parliament have made an exceptionally bold onslaught upon state subventions by moving that those paid to the Opera and the Opera Comlque should be reduced to SBO,OOO and $20,000, respectively, the London Daily Telegraph says. The reason given is that both theaters are increasing their prices 10 per cent by charging the public the tax in aid of public charities, formerly included in the cost of each ticket, over and above the latter. The result of the motion, hQWever, is to open up a discussion on the wider issue for and against state subvention of the drama, and this from two points of view, that of the managers’ interests and that of the interests of the drama. Even from the mere business standpoint some oppose state aids. In return for its bounties the state imposes many obligations, such as either half rate or completely free performances so many times a year. Unofficial, but, it seems, equally unavoidable, charges upon state subventioned theaters also exist. In one case the free tickets distributed among members of parliament, government officials, their cousins and aunts, amount to SIB,OOO worth of “paper” annually. In these circumstances, free traders in the drama are confident that theaters lose more than they gain by subventions, and one of them goes so far as to say that if the Opera, in exchange for relinquishing its $160,000 a year from the state, were free to charge what prices it liked, and to bring out only as many new works (which rarely pay) as it chose, Paris “might hear, for Instance, Caruso and Mme. Emma Calve together,” the former being never and the latter now rarely heard here, and Paris “in autumn and spring would have such a season as that of London and New York, and would regain the place in the world which she deserves.”

In the Cellar.

Now comes that feeling of despair When you walk down and see That little spot of coal dust where The fuel used to be. —Washington Star. The man who is willing to bet his bottom dollar seldom has to dig down very far. Cold cash is responsible for many a hot old time.

GOOD SHORT STORIES

During th« delivery of an afterdinner speech to a gathering of lawyers at Washington, Joseph H. Choate told of a unique sentence once imposed by a Scotch judge. When this sentence had been pronounced, his honor offered the following remarks: “Ye did not only kill and murder the man, and thereby take away his valuable life, but ye did push, thrust, or impel the lethal weapon through the band of his regimental trousers, which were the property of his majesty.’’ The old gentleman had prospered In business, and took his son into partnership. The young man appreciated this move, but in his newly added dignity became just a little bit too pouch Inclined to take things into his owp hands. So his father resolved to remonstrate. “Look here, young man,” he said, "let’s have a little less ‘l’ and a ‘ little moFe ‘We,’ in this business. You must remember that you’re the junior partner." A week later the son appeared in his father’s office looking a little bit anxious. “I say, dad,” he said, “we’ve been and done It now.” “Done what?” snapped the parent. “Well —er —we’ve been and married the typist." Sir E. Chandos Leigh, the former counsel to the Speaker of the House of Commons, in a speech full of interesting literary reminiscences at the opening of a free library at Irchester, the other day, told a Thackeray story. “I knew Thackeray pretty well,” he said. "Thackeray perfectly abominated anything in the nature of flattery. I was with Thackeray one night when a man came up, and for five minutes administered to the great novelist the most fulsome flattery. When the man had gone I said to Thackeray, ‘Who is that?’ Thackeray replied, ‘He calls himself an artist, but I think he paints as much In “butter” as he does In oils.’ ” | A member of a house party managed to shoot the head keeper in the leg the first morning he tried pheasant shooting. Next day he again had wretched luck though the wounded head keeper, without malice, had assigned him to a fairly good place.. J Bang, bang, bang! went his gun every few seconds, but not a bird tell before it. He was much embarrassed. It seemed, too, that at each of his misses the under keepers smiled at one another oddly. Finally his cartridges gave out. He hurried to the nearest keeper and demanded more. “There ■ ain’t no more, sir,” the man answered. "No more! Nonsense! Why, you’ve got at least a thousand in that box." ‘ The keeper flushed and stammered. “Ah, but them ain’t for you, sir. They’re for another gent. They’ve got shot in ’em, sir.” i A prominent Yale professor is exceptionally fond of mushrooms. His son, who is an enthusiastic botanist, one day brought some home and told his mother to have them prepared, as a special treat for his father. When the profeqsor came in to dinner he was delighted to find his favorite dish at his place. “These are not all for me, are they?” he asked, not wishing to be selfish. “Yes, father, I gathered , them especially for you,” answered the dutiful son. Next morning hla soil was awaiting him with rather an anxious expression on his face. “Good morning, Dad,” he ventured. “Did you sleep all right last night? "Fine," was the encouraging reply. "Not sick at all, or didn’t have any pain?” "Why, of coarse not,” answered the professor. “Hoorah,” said the botanist; “I have discovered another species that is not poisonous!”

Speaking of Names. "Things are seldom what they seem,” Is a phrase one often hears, Neapolitan ice-cream Was invented in Algiers. Turkish figs are really French; Chile sauce is from Bengal, Hamburg steaks are nature fakes; Swiss cheese isn’t Swiss at all. German pancakes come from Spain, Spanish omelettes from Peru; French beans grow, perhaps you know, On the plains of Timbuctoo. CVienerschnitzels come from Greece, Irish stews from Palestine; •Long the Nile, for mile on mile Grows the sacred Norway pine. Why continue? All we claim Is a point we need not press— There is nothing in a name, Every day a little less. —Chicago Tribune.

A Better Way.

"There will be a dance at the Hankypank coal mine to-night,” explained the managing editor, "with 200 present Here Is a list of the names.” “I see,” said the-war correspondent. “You want me to send in a list of the killed and wounded.” “No; I want you to write the names of the survivors and thus save telegraph tolls.”—-Louisville Courier-Jour-nal.

An Empty Plane.

"I don’t believe he has an Idea in his head.” "If he had, it would make so much noise knocking about in there that hf wouldn’t be able to sleep nights.”-* Birmingham .Ake-Herald.

Moving Along.

"Is the world really progressing?* t “No doubt about it Forty years ago men wore plug hats to play baseball in.” — Washington Herald.

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The Influence of Color.

The influence of color upon the complexion and general tone of the toilet is very striking. Blondes should avoid the lighter shades of blue, which are apt to give an ashy hue to the complexion. The darker shades of blue may be worn more recklessly by blondes than the lighter shades, because throwing out the complexion jn high relief on an accommodating background, and the darker and more velvety the shades the finer the effect. Brunettes cannot wear blue becomingly, because this shade, when shadowed by a yellow skin, enters into a composition of green, and .the tawniness of the complexion is increased. The florid brunette can risk the wearing of blue. Green Is a dangerous color for brunettes, but adapted to the fair. A pale brunette can effectively wear red —it heightens the effect of a brunette beauty. It is stated by a reliable authority that “crimson should be charily indulged in by the brunette, but crimson may be worn with safety by the blonde. Yellow is highly becoming to the pale brunette, and especially by gas light.” Yellow grows paler and softer in an artificial than in a natural .light; it enters into the olive shade of the brune skin with a softening effect, giving it a rich, creamy tint that becomes beautiful in contrast with brilliant dark eyes and rich dark hair. The artists long ago discovered what milliners are slow to perceive, and that is that yellow clears everything.—Curious Facts, - —-- A geological survey expert has perfected a pocket oxygen apparatus by which a person may maintain life for several hours if imprisoned in smoko or noxious gases.

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