Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 105, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 May 1910 — Page 2

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THEIR MEED OF PRAISE.

A Few Rrmaom Whj the Women Approved of Hnabnnda. The Ladies' Aid Society ‘was chanting of husbands as a class, with individual illustrations. The afternoon was bright, the work progressing well, and the general tone of the company cheerful. The key-note of the chant was at first tolerance, later raised to mild approval. “They are useful in so many ways,” chirped a small woman, from her corner. “When you have a bundle to be or a picture to be hung, or anything squeaks for want of oiling.” “Or when the grocery boy tries to be smart, or the plumber tells you there’s a new pipe needed, and you know there isn’t,” came from the opposite corner. “It just takes a word from John to reduce them to order, Just a word!" “Clerks respect the mere title,” chimed in another member. "That is so well known that I have a friend — this is absolutely true —who orders her dry goods sent to her brother-in-law’s office and goes there to get them, rather than give her name, Miss So-and-so. She says that she gets the things quicker, even counting the time it takes her brother-in-law to bring them home —he lives just across the street from her —as he sometimes does.”

“I think that is probably true,” boomed a deep voice. “It is humiliating, of course, but I must admit that when I say ‘Mrs. So-and-so’ to a new clerk he straightens up at once and says, ‘Yes, madam,’ every time I ask for a favor.” “Then there’s the effect on the children,” breathed a gentle young creature. “When I say to Robby, ‘Do you want mother to tell father this?’ ne seems to be impressed at once, though tils father never whips—we don’t believe in it. But he has a way of talking—most men have it, I think.” “And for carrying bundles and taking you round after dark they are so comfortable!” contributed a vine-like creature, needle uplifted. ‘‘lt isn’t that I’m really afraid to be out alone if it’s necessary, but when I have James I’m - never thinking about whether a tree is a tree or a drunken man, or things like that, and I walk naturally, not by jerks and halts, and breaking into a gallop, as I do when I’m alone,” “And there’s one thing that’s best of all,* chanted a joyful person; “that’s the way you can quell others with your husband’s opinions. It’s so lovely to be able to say, ‘William doesn’t wish me to undertake any more work!”’ “Oh, yes,” from another member, “and to say, ‘I can’t buy any of your tickets, for Frederick doesn’t like amateur theatricals, and will not go.”* “And for those who have trying relatives,” came from a rosy-cheeked woman, “a husband is such a refuge in times of danger! All I have to say is. ‘I should be perfectly willing o ask Aunt Maria to spend part of her visit with me, but Lawrence! Well, you know what Lawrence is’ —and I don’t have to say another word.” And at this there was a swelling note of assent from every member of, the chorus, while six pairs of shears clicked with a brisk accompaniment.— Youth’s Companion.

JUDGE A “PERNICKETY” MAN.

Bach Wu Baltimore Justice Who Objected to the Word “Cop.” Justice James T. O’Neill of the eastern district, whose fine discrimination in matters of law is equalled only by the nicety of his taste for the “well of English undefiled,” merits warm praise, says the Baltimore News, for the zeal with which he expressed the view that “a police officer is not a ‘cop’ but a policeman” cannot be allowed to go unchallenged. In the first place, it is well to remember that, by general acceptation, usage is the law of languages, and the colloquialism of to-day receives the Imprimatur of the Lindley Murray of tomorrow. Emerson ventured the opinion that “language is fossil poetry,” but it is equally true that it is fossil slang. It may be worth while to draw' the attention of Justice O’Neill to the fact that so respectable an authority as the Century dictionary has the following entry: “Copper (koper) n. A policeman. See cop. (Slang.)” Significantly enough, it is sandwiched in between "cinch” and “coon eong,” by which it becomes evident, that our Americanisms are rapidly ac quiring the currency of authentic coinage. An older generation will recall a once popular song, the burden of which was “the dandy copper of the Broadway squad." (His name, strange as it may seem, was Moriarlty). Sir Robert Peel undertook a difficult task when he began to establish the metropolitan police system of London, but posterity rewarded him by adouble perpetuation of his name. The members of the force he created became known optionally as “Bobbies” ■or "Peelers." Would Bow street rise to vimftcate them from a,touch of flippancy? Would “Bobby” himself be the same by any other name? "Will” Corbett, who wrote the only •readable” grammar of the English language, said of a certain phrase that It was a common parliament term, “and hence presumably corrupt.” On 4rtate occasions, when “the finest” are «■ parade, they are properly enough

policemen, members of the police force or guardians of the law. But on their dally beats, mixing In the welter of humanity, they are a part of the mixup, and the sternest stickler for propriety mtftt concede that they are designated most aptly, most closely in keeping with the atmosphere, as “cops.” Let Justice O'Neill leave to Justice Shallow this strained solicitude for the dignity of his court and its officers. The “cop,” as a man, as an officer and as a noun, receives the warm commendation of the American people.

A WIFE WORTH HAVING.

She Turned Out Well, So Hobby Increased the Murrlaice Fee. A certain American husband, rich in more ways than one, recently celebrated the fortieth, anniversary of his wedding by sending a thousand dollars to the old minister who performed his marriage ceremony. Thatr was a fine tribute to the success of the marriage, but not so valuable as testimony as a “fee” of which the history is cherished by the descendants of one New England minister. A young farmer brought a pretty girl to the village parsonage one evening in the first quarter of the nineteenth century, and the minister, himself scarcely more than a youth, made them man and wife. The farmer paid him a dollar, with the joking remark: “Maybe I’ll better that if she turns out well!” The next autumn the farmer appeared with some bags of potatoes for the minister’s family. “My wife’s doing pretty well, so I thought I’d Bet up that weddin’ fee a little,” he said, as he set the potatoes on the doorstep. That was the first of many autumn visits. The minister stayed on fifty years in that pastorate. He had seven children. Like al! the village clergymen of his generation, he kept open house for guests and for His salary was never large, and the larder was often poor in meat; but the potato bid* was never empty—and the minister’s wife learned how to fall back on that “free gift” whenever there was a* domestic emergency. Her grandchildren still remember the delectable potato stew and potato soup and'the mealy,'snowy potatoes bursting ov; of their jackets which used to lsane from her kitchen. She would deny any special skill In the cookery, and declare that she simply had better potatoes than anyone else In town. The price of those potatoes at compound interest for that half century would doubtless have put to blush the millionaire’s check for a thousand dollars. But the best of this wedding fee was the fact that each fall, when the husband decided to take the load of potatoes to the parsonage, he fled his early judgment that his wife "turned out pretty well!”

Where Every Drop Counts.

In the Yakima valley, Washington, where the big apples are grown, and bearing orchards sell at one thousand dolars an acre, rain is scarce. Irrigation is practiced everywhere. But now and then during the growing season a light rain will fall for a few minutes. These rains are highly prized, for irrigating water is measured closely, and served to each user in proportion to his acreage. , Last summer a fruit grower who owns forty acres of orchard was rejoicing in one of these precipitations of moisture, when one of his hired men entered the house. “Why don’t you stay in out of the rainT’ inquired the fruit-grower. “Ok, that’s all right,” replied the man. “A little dew like that doesn’t bother me a bit; I can work right along just the same.” “That Isn’t the point!” exclaimed the rancher. “Next time it rains, you come into the house. I want that water on the land!”

Not What She Meant.

The actor In a “miracle play” recently produced In New York had been coached to preserve the old English pronunciation of the final e In words like “heddo” and “roote,” says a writer in the Sun. There was a moment of embarrassment. however, when a group of young women appeared on the stage in the guise of shepherds, wearing kirtles. They were discussing the climate in the part of the country in which they were supposed to be. Said one of them, most naively, “These nightes are too long.”

Authoritative.

“Yes, she's the author of ‘Familiar Talks with Young Mothers.’ ” TT “What’s her name?” “Emma Jane Dibby.” , , ■ “Married, of course?” “Oh, no! Entirely unprejudiced.”—* Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Fortunate.

“The American eagle,” said the orator, “knows no fear.” “Yes,” replied Mr. Sirius Barker, “the American eagle is mighty lucky. Any bird that isn’t good enough to eat has a right to congratulate itself these days.”—Washington Star.

Even In Her Sleep.

Howell—ls youf*wife a great talker? Powell—l have known her to get up and telephone in her sleep.

Small Eyes.

L m China small eyes are liked, and the girls are continually plucking their eyebrows to get them small and long. With some people the season for killing time is always open. Second sight is . the pnly cure for a case of love at first sight 0.• ' ’

Topies of the Times

Rats are eaten by the natives of Northern Australia. Printed musical notes were first made use of in 1473. » A wen two and a quarter miles long has been taken from the body of a spider. The administration of police and' justice for a year costs London 510,,000,000. ( Not more than 6 per cent of the natives of British India can read and write their own language. In Sweden nearly 120,000,000 crowns’ worth of alcoholic drinks are consumed annually, whereby the national treasury profits to the extent of 45,000,000 crowns Since coffee labels have been required to tell the truth, there is only one pound of Mocha coffee sold in New York where there were half a hundred pounds sold before. Ip European Russia, with a population of eighty millions, there were,' in 1907, 93,448 deaths from scarlatina, 75,161 from measles, 61,404 from- typhus, typhoid and relapsing fever The importation of English styles, which is increasing constantly in this country, has not stopped at mere clothes and manners. The use of the monocle is becoming common in New York. Three hundred years ago the first home of wood was erected on Manhattan island. It was near where the west end of Pearl street is and was mpde of rough logs, quite different from the last one of steel and stone now being built not far from the same site. Dr. Gourand, an eminent French dietetist, says a rational diet is one .that, “while pleasant to the taste, maintains the bodily equilibrium, favors the easy working of all our organs, and reduces to a minimum the work which its presence necessarily imposes on them.” Charles Frohman tells a London reporter that the performance of “The Climax ’ on the Mauretania was impossible because Marie DorO, his leading woman, became so ill that “she threw up her part.” Unquestionably this is the worst case of seasickness, on record. —New York Press. Lord Kitchener in his late report xeaffirms hi 3 high opinion of the military capacity of Australians, but insists that longer compulsory training for the men and more education of the officers are necessary. He advises the establishment of a college on the lines of the United States Military Academy at West Point. It would at first be staffed with English officers, and later with Australians. i

Wild honey as a change is an agreeable sweetmeat, but after a few days constantly partaking of it the European palate rejects it as nauseous and almost disgusting. Our experience extended over a fortnight, during which period our food consisted solely of it and maize. It has escaped the Biblical commentators that one of the princlpaf 'hardships that John the Baptist must have undergone was his diet of wild honey.—National Geographic Magazine. A physician, in speaking of his patients the other day said a great many men would be surprised it they should happen to meet their wives while the latter were on the}r way to £ome doctor's office. “Many women have a firm belief in the policy of wearing their shabbiest garb on such occasions,” said he. “Their idea is that physicians judge the state of their patients’ finances by the clothes they wear, and charge accordingly—and there is a go'od deal of truth in it, too.”—New York Sun. France has very recently solved the machine gun question ajid has proceeded very energetically, so that at present all infantry regiments have four (in time of war six), the chasseur battalions two (in time of war four) machine guns, and the reserve regiments are fitted out- ip the same wayp The machine guns of dismounted troops are carried on pack animals. Every cavalry regiment, including the reserve, is to have two machine guns on wheeled carriages, and every field artillery regiment is to receive two guns as support. Riding uptown in a semi-c°rowded Broadway car the other night, a well dressed woman was having a great deal of difficulty trying to pacify a crying child'who was sitting on her lap. She was evidently the child’s mother. After she had exhausted all the ordinary means she tried an entirely new one. Whenever a male passenger boarded the car and made his way up the aisle the woman would jounce the kid on her knee and whisper to the child, “Sh! here cdmes your father.” It may not have been exactly the proper thing, but it served to pacify the child.—New York .Sun.

ADVENTURES IN THE JUNGLE.

Returned American Telia of Civil Engineering; Perils in Bramll. “No need going all the way to British East Africa in search of perilous adventures.” said Willard P. Miller, a civil engineer, who arrived yesterday at the Holland House from Tampa, Fla., the New York Sun says. “If a man wants plenty of excitement all he's got to do is to join a surveying party on the new road that is being built through the jungles of central Brazil up into Bolivia. I have been down there a year and, just to get a change, I am going over to China to

work on the Yan-nan-tu railroad, which is being built by Americans.“I hadn’t been down in Brazil three months when I began to want to see Broadway the worst way. If I had stayed down there Idnger than I did the jungle would have driven me crazy. During the year I was down with malaria twenty times. And when a bunch of six of us reached Para, near the mouth of the Amazon, and found there was no passenger ship due to come this way for two weeks, who were so afraid that we would have another attack that we climbed' on board a British tramp steamer, the England, and came to Tampa. It was anything to get away. “Of the Madeira and Mamore railroad eighty miles have been finished and are in operation. AW the survey has been completed up into Bolivia, and I was with one of the engineering corps that were doing the work. Thei;e were nine Americans in our party and thirty-five or forty natives, ‘hombres’ we call them to distinguish them from the Americans, that being the Spanish word for men. The lab ter, of course, speak Portuguese, but in South American countries American engineers are used to dealing with Spanish-speaking workmen and use that term. “In going up the Rio Madeira it took us twenty-eight days to go 100 miles on account of the rapids and falls, which are numerous. Hundreds of boats come down loaded with rubber, and it is the object of the railroad to cut out the falls and make the product of the Bolivian forests easy to take to the coast. “When we got to the place where our survey was to start we found we had our hands full. It involved hewing our path as we wont along and every few days we would have to clear a space large enough to build a palmhouse. "Every night without exception we w-ould be awakened by jaguars breaking into the camp. The ‘hombres’ slept in hammocks, which were hung about three feet from thp ground, and there would be yells of alarm as some man awakened to find a big wild animal smelling about him. Lots of them were killed by the men, who said that the animals If hungry would not hesitate to attack human beings. “One day we found the bones of a native in the woods, but we did not know whether to blame his death on the jaguars or on the vultures, which hung about in the air near us, always in great numbers. And as for insects —why, there seemed to be no fewer than 3,000,000 species of ants, and the tarantulas were eight inches long, not considering their legs. YVe used to burn a path around the camp to keep the legions of ants from invading it and carrying away our rice and other provisions.”

CONQUERED DEATH VALLEY.

A Man Loaf in the Desert Tramped Elshty Miles to Safety. Death Valley is the most barren part of the great American desert. More men have died In its arid wastes than on any other equal area of the world’s surface, barring the great battle fields. It lies, a great sink in the sandy plain, about 250 miles north and east of Los Angeles. Cal., and within the bound aries of that State. The valley received its sinister name owing to the fact that in the early ’so’s a party of emigrants, some 220 in number, traveling overland by wagon from Salt Lake City, Utah, to Los Angeles, perished in its awful solitudes, barely a man es caping. In the Wide World Magazine is given the story of a man who, alone and unaided, conquered Death Valley in the hottest month of the desert year. The tale of awful suffering endured by this man, H. W. Manton, of Rhyolite. Cal., is told for the first time in hi# own words. For almost a week Manton was lost, in the heart of Death Valley. In three days he tramped eighty miles over sands so. hot that he could scarcely walk on them, though shod with heavy shoes. During those never-ending days he had no food and but one drink of water. When he staggered up to Cub Lee’s Furnace Creek ranch, more dead than alive, his tongue was swollen to such a size that his 'mouth could no longer contain it. His lips and eyelids were cracked open; his clothing was in tatters, and his shoes were coated with a heavy encrustation of borax and other alkalines, which had eaten great holes in the leather. At first he could nqt drink, and the touch of water was as fire to his parched lips and tongue. Kind-hearted ranchmen and miners forced the precious fluid into his mouth with a straw, with a spoon—any way to get him revived. And eventually he spoke, telling the strange story of his crossing the dread pit; of how he had wandered therein for many days with no companions save the lizards and the snake of the barren sands.

More “Hand-Me-Downs.”

Many-a lad can sympathize with the point of view of the Kansas boy who had always been obliged to wear his father’s cast-off clothing, cut down and made over. According to a writer in the Wichita Star, he w'ds found crying behind the barn, and when asked what the matter was, replied: “Pa’s gone and shaved his face clean, and now I suppose I’ll have to wear all them red whiskers.”

Dreaming.

New Page (to the housenlaid of a poet)—Do tell me why he is always standing before the mirror.” Housemaid —Sh! He is thinkin’ how he’ll look when they raise a statue to ’im. Unless a girl Is able to generate an occasional case of jealousy, life for her Boon becomes monotonous.

YOUNG FOLKS

Pony Willow. "Soft little Pussy upon a brown stalk, Why don’t you ever start for a walk? Curled up and snoozing, so lazy you lie; Rocked by the breeZe to its sweet lulv laby. Sort little pussy upon a brown stalk, Tell me, ‘why don’t you go out for a. walk ?” *• “Maybe you think that you know, little girl, Just what is best for a pussy like me, You, dancing gaily with frolicsome whirl, Wouldn’t quite like to be still on a tree. Maybe you don’t know that I have been told Just to stay here till my fur soft and white. Grows long and longer and yellow as gold. To the brown stalk I must cling very tight— Till I have grown to a big yellow cat, I do not know what I’ll do after that. You may go waking and running, I know, But I was told just to stay here and grow.” The New Babes In the Woods. Aunt Effle came into the nursery, and found May sitting before the fire with her fairy-book open on her lap, looking very serious indeed. “Aunt Effle,” she said, “don’t you think it’s very sad about the Babes in the Woods? I’ve been reading about them in my book, and I wish I could have gone into the forest and found them and brought them home.” Aunt Effle did not laugh, for she remembered that she had felt just the same way when she was seven. In stead she said: “Gome into the garden with me, May, and I will show you some babes in the woods that I found this morning that really lived all winter long.” “Why, what do you mean, aunty?” asked May, in surprise, and opening her eyes wide. “I thought you said that fairy-tales couldn’t happen now.” But Aunt Effie only smiled, and hand in hand they walked across the grass until they came to the old pinetree bank. Then Aunt Effle stooped down and pushed aside a thick bed of leaves and pine-needles, and there was a little cluster of pansies, purple and yellow, only waiting for the spring to come. - --- J —— “Last summer, May,” said her aunt, “some little pansy seeds blew away from my bed under the sitting-room window, and sowed themselves here and began to grow very happily, for

THE AGE OF CHIVALRY.

At the World’s Columbian Exposition, conspicuously placed in the beautiful Court of Honor, rose a fountain representing the ship of state, on which Columbia rode in majesty, with Fame before her. On each side four female figures, symbolic of the arts, sciences and commerce, bent gracefully to the oars, seeming actually to impart a foreward to Columbia’s barge. An old 1 lady, waiting for her party to come up, was one day seen gazing earnestly at the fountain; but the ad--miration it was wont to stir in the spectator was lacking in this case. Her indignation finally burst bounds, and she turned to a stranger sitting near. “Do you s’pose,” she demanded, “that they reely did make women do that kind of work —in them days?” However one’s sympathies may turn, in regard to the suffragists and the “antis,” there can be no reasonable doubt that this is the day and America is the country of and for the women. The demand of the ladies themselves for exemption from the severer tasks imposed upon their sex—“in them days”—is paralleled by the deep-seated determination among them to accord them the privileges and the honors. A small boy, a member of whose family is connected with the army, recently visited New York. As military affairs are as the breath of life to this youngster, his cousins, taking him to Central Park one day, naturally called his attention to the SaintGaudens equestrian staue of General Sherman, at the Plaza entrance to the park. Before the general’s splendid charger steps the proud figure of Victory. The boy stood silent, although reddening cheeks and flashing eyes showed that he was moved deeply. But in this case also the emotion was not admiration, “I don’t believe he was much of a soldier!” he finally exclaimed, indignantly. “Why didn’t he get off that horse And let the lady ride?”

FOES OF THE FOOD TRUST.

V. M. C. A. Giving New York Suburbanite* Lemon, la Farming. Hundreds of suburbanites and small property owners In Brooklyn are getting ready to giVe the food trust the merry ha ha, the New York Evening Telegram says. They are preparing to fool the barons who have caused the cost of living to soar to such a height that table luxuries are within the reach only of the very wealthy. They intend to raise their own vegetable this summer, and in order to equip themselves to do it successfully

they had not any Idea how cold and long the winter would be. But some one found them late last fall snd covered them up carefully with leaves and pine-needles, and told them to sleep, until April came again.” ' “O aunty, that was just like therobins!” cried the little girl. “I wonder who did it?” “I think that I played robin,answered Aunt Effie. "I knew that unless the poor little runaways were covered up closely that Jack Frost would nip them. I wanted them togrow and spread and make a pretty patch here under the old pines. So every fall, if you like, you and I will come down here and play that we are the robins, and every spring we wilt look to see how our babes in the woods lived through the winter.” “Oh, yes, aunty!” said May. “Then, perhaps I wouldn’t feel so about the-fairy-tale.”—Youth’s Companion. The Greedy Hoppy Toad. ?

A hoppy toad grew very ill, With head bound In a towel. His doting mother carried him To see Old Doctor Owl, Who said, while feeling of his pulse* And looking very wise: “Acute gastritis. Madam Toad, From eating fireflies.” Baby Pictures at a Party. A good way to make a party cheerful and informal is to introduce a baby contest. Each guest must bring the very first picture ever taken ol himself or herself, and the hostess must arrange these around the room. Then each guest is to guess who the various babies are —not an altogether easy task —and the one who makes the “feest list wins. V —— A Young Scientist. Little Margaret, 3 years old, was examining her chubby arm. She laid one finger on it solemnly.' “What is my arm made of?” she asked. “Oh, skin, and blood, and bones,” said her 7-year-old sister. “Fish bones?” asked Margaret.

they are taking a course of lectures in. farming and agriculture that is now being given by the Bedford branch oi, the Y. M. C. A. During the last few years hundreds of New Yorkers, who have never beer nearer to a farm than the highway ol railroad that cuts through it, have moved to the suburbs of Long Island Many of them have gardens surround ing their detached houses, but their knowledge of garden truck raising has. been so limited that they have no( been very successful at it. Some oi, them have planted watermelons where only tomatoes and potatoes could grow, and others have devoted a big patch to onions and a very small one to cabbage. With the knowledge they are acquiring now from the expert lecturer they expect to raise enough vegetables to supply their own needs and have some to spare. Aside from the lectures, the classes, personally conducted, hre taken every Saturday to near-by farms and given practical lessons. The pupils wAtch the farmer at work and many of them lend a hand. Sessions are held every Wednesday evening. The plan of the Y. M. C. A. is not only to help suburbanites who want to raise their own vegetables, but those who have a longing to get back to the farm. “There is an earnest desire,” said. I>ne of the officials, “on the part of many young men to get away from the crowded cities and take up the free and independent life of the fanner. They are handicapped by their lack of knowledge and many are takiug advantage of our lectures to acquire it. We teach not only vegetable farming,, but dairy farming as well.”

A Standing Joke.

Trains were always slow and far between on the branch road. Nobody knew this better than the people at the .junction—except perhaps those on the branch itself. It was an old story to them, and the jokes about the situation were many and good. One day the news dealer at the junction station came home to lunch, grinning: broadly to himself. “What’s the joke?” asked his wife. “You look pretty well pleased with, yourself.” “Oh, nothing particular,” he replied, “excepting an odd fellow from the end of the line said a funny thing. “He’d missed m his train, and there wasn’t another for two hours. He came to the counter to buy some reading matter. eH asked for a joke book, and I said I didn’t keep them. Then he pawed over the stock, and finally said, ‘Well, I guess I’ll take a timetable instead.’ ”

A Difference.

The first thirty yearß of a man’s life are nearly always preliminary; of a woman’s, final.—“ Golden Aphrodite.”