Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 188, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 August 1910 — Page 3

The American Home

WILLIAJ^Xr RADFORDS Editor^

Mr. William A- Radford will answer Questions and give advice FREE OF COST on all subjects pertaining to the subject of building for the readers of this paper. On account of his wide experience as Editor, Author and Manufacturer, he Is, without doubt, the highest authority on all these subjects. Address all inquiries to William A. Radford. No. 194 Fifth Ave., Chicago, 111., and only enclose two-cent stamp for reply. It Is sometimes quite a problem to design a house of medium size and moderate cost for a large family. If one is able to put up a residence of unlimited size with wings and ells and third-story additions, at the same time having no thought as to the cost, the task of the architect in providing suitable accommodations for all the members of a large household Is comparatively easy. All he has to think of Is the architectural effect; and, other things being equal, the larger the, house the more beautiful and Imposing It Is from an architectural standpoint. Unfortunately, however, or rather fortunately, the great majority of home builders in this country have to count the cost and have to figure to get the required accommodations in a residence of medium size and cost. And it is just this which has brought the science of house planning to such perfection during the past four or five years. Architects have made a special study of the requirements of the small or medium sized residence, with the result that today American house planning has reached a degree of perfection never before equaled. The house illustrated herewith is one of these designs. In size 29

feet 6 Inches by 36 feet, and costing S3OOO, this house gives ample accommodations for a large family. The first floor is very little broken up, most of the space being given to the large living room, 13 by 28 feet the dining room, 13 by 18 feet, and the large central stair hall connecting these two rooms. Thus more than three-fourths of the entire downstairs space 1b available for the activities of the home life. The large porch, 26 feet 6 Inches by 7 feet, forms a valuable addition aIBO to this space. The second floor, on the other hand, Is divided into five bedrooms, each rather small, yet large enough for all practical purposes. Each bedroom has a clothes closet in connection. The general design and exterior appearance of this house is of a type which right now is enjoying a great popularity. It Is exceedingly simple,

First Floor Plan

being square and plain and without ornamentation, yet the low hip roof, the grouping of the windows, the projecting alii courses and the general proportions of the parts unite to make this a very pleasing design. Cement plaster on wood lath is the method of construction used for this design. Stucco siding has been used almost to the entire exclusion of clapboards, shingles, etc., on all houses built during the past three or four years, and has proved entirely satisfactory. When this-form of siding was Brat introduced the claim was made for It that no painting would ever be required aver it Experience has proved otherwise however, especially In cities where there Is a gfeat deal of fmoke'and dirt, cement plaster walls require brightening up with paint the 'MUM as any,other surface. There are kpecial paints and preparations for •** , r*f 'r *- - • ** “■‘rfe N r

this purpose which do double duty in this respect, acting both as a waterproofing coat and as an artistic coloring. Cement plaster does not require painting so often as clapboards, it is true. One coat every five years should be enough to keep the building in first-class condition in any atmosphere. . As a general thing the cement plaster Biding is liked because it gives the Impression of permanence and durability at a cost only slightly in excess

Second Floor Plan

of that of clapboards. At the same time it affords a slight protection against fire, even though wood lath is used. With metal lath the cement plaster coating may become a real fireproofing. This design, combining these desirable modern features of materials, in-

terior arrangement and exterior appearance, is one of the best yet produced. «

GETTING LIGHT FROM JORDAN

Scheme to Harness the Sacred River to Bupply Electrlo Current For Cities of Palestine. When one has seen Niagara fretting in its harness and made to light Toronto and to pull its Btreet cars, there Beems no limit to the affront which the engineering genius of a utilitarian age will put on nature. To be fair to the American and Canadian exploiters of the great falls, their chains are cleverly concealed from the tourist’s eye, and it Is possible to watch the wonder of their rainbows and to listen to the music of their voice without suspecting the bases uses to which they have been put"" If there is one river op earth which might, one would halve thought, be immune, by right of its sacred past, from such malpractises, it Is the Jordan. Yet, if the scheme now mooted in Constantinople be given effect, the river of Israel will no longer have but the single use of healing the sins of long-haired’ pilgrims from the Volga, coal-black AbyßSlnlans and pale Copts from the Nile. It will henceforth work an electric lighting plant to give Illumination In Jerusalem and other cities of Palestine. From the purely progressive point of view, it is a matter for congratulation that the new Turkey should have, advanced so far along the lines of modern development as to contemplate such an enterprise. On the other hand, seeing that, so far as I remember, Jerusalem has electric lights already, and in view also of the fact that the far swifter Barada, the rlter of i>m ny . cus, could, though more distant, be easily converted to do the same work without defiling the sacred stream, it Is almost to be hoped that the proposal may fall through. If, however, it is adopted, here will surely be light out of darkness, for the Jordan Is the muddiest stream in all the near east. —Pall Mall Gazette.

Had It Somewhere.

"Now,” said the lawyer, eyeing the witness severely, “I must have something concrete In this case. And your statement so far Is not concrete.” “No," said the. witness, doubtfully, but brightening as he added, “but our new suburban cottage is.”

FOMER SOX PITCHER WINS FOR CINCINNATI

, “A change of pasture Is good for the TOWS.” This expression Is often heard, out on the farm, and it seems to apply to baseball. Look at the case of “Bill” Burns. He was a twirler on Comiskey’s team In Chicago and as such seemd to have no interest in the game. He was known to possess the goods, but he seldom delivered them. Burns is of a family that has money and he doesn’t play baseball because he has to earn a living. It was thought, how-. ever, that he liked the game. Last year in Washington Burns had some trouble with the management of the Sox, and since then he has been of little use to COmiskey. So not long ago Comiskey asked for waivers on Burns. Not a magnate in the American league refused to waive. They didn’t want Burns. Clark Griffith, manager of the Cincinnati Reds, is a foxy old man. He knew Burns, and he knew that Burns could pitch if he would, so when the American league dropped Bill Griffith grabbed him for his National league team. What did Burns do? Here’s two things: He shut of the Chicago Cubs the first two times he pitched against them. Once with only one hit and the next time with two hits. That’s enough for Burns. Now hasn’t Griffith added to his right to the title of “Old Fox?” He got Bums for $1,500. "" "A bench manager has a distinct advantage over a player manager, hasn’t he, Connie?” A fan peppered this question at the leader of the Athletics in Detroit one day. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that at all,” replied Mack, In his usual guarded way. “There have been, and are, some great bench managers, and there have been, and are, some wonderful playing managers, meaning by playing managers men in uniform who get out and hustle, as do Clark Griffith and Hughey Jennings. “Ned Hanlon and Frank Selee were two of the greatest bench managers in the history of baseball. Hanlon won pennant after pennant, and Selee, let’s see, didn’t he win five flags for Boston? Then there’s George Stallings today. He seems to be doing right well. '‘Then look at the playing managers who have been eminently successful— Fred Clarke. Frank Chance, Clark Griffith, Hughey Jennings, Jimmy Collins, Muggsy McGraw and many others. ~ ■ “There ia, of course, one slight advantage the - bench manager may be Bald to possess if he has a good captain—there are two pairs of eyes watching every play from different angles. The man on the bench may see something the man in uniform does not, and vise versa. But even thiß advantage scarcely obtains when one is contemplating such men as Fielder Jones, Clark Griffith, Hughey Jennings, and men of that stamp. “Do you know that this baseball game is getting Jo be a fearful and wonderful proposition?” Connie went on. “Why, it isn’t so many years ago when the players’ bus would back up to the hotel door, 10 or 11 men would climb in, and away the rig would go on Its way to the ball park. “How is it today? Why, the manager has to stand out by the bus now and do stunts in mental and visual arithmetic until he’s dizzy. He counts the men in sight—2o, 21, 22, 23, 24 and then he has to stop and recall how many players he has on his staff. Lots of times I’ve forgotten altogether, and had to go in and look over the hotel register to see how many men were drawing salaries from the Athletic club. Do you know any ball club satisfied with its pitching stair? “if we had one invincible box man, who could go into the box 40 cr 50 times this season, and

"BILL” BURNS.

save a game, i don’t see how they could stop us.” This is the line of dope one hears on every side and yet there isn’t half a dozen of the select “great” pitchers in the business, with each club carrying from eight to ten men. “You can’t land the money without at least one great pitcher.” remarked a baseball critic. “In fact, this has been the rule for years.” “I was forced to differ with the young man,” says Tom Murane. “The ball team that must depend altogether on a phenomenal pitching staff is not the ideal organization. If you started to build up a winning ball team, the last thing you would think of would be the pitchers. First, you would scour the country for a fast .Infield that could hit. Then would come the'outfield—fast ground covering outfielders, who could hit, and run bases. A catching staff would follow, and then the box men would be selected. In the early stages of the game the pitcher came first and the catcher next. One catcher did four fifths of the work behind the stick, and one pitcher with a sub did all the pitching. That Is the reason we remember such players as Buck Ewing, Mike Kelly, Charles Snyder, Frank Flint, Charley Bennett and other great catchers, as well as such pitchers as Charley Radbourne, John Clarkson, Amos Rusie, Jimmie Galvin, A. G. Spalding, Bobby Mathers and other famous box men. Some Of the greatest ball teams th* game has produced bail no star box men. One can hardly remember who did the pitching for Charley Comfokey’s four-time St. Louis winners. What fan outside of Baltimore can remember the staff on the Baltimore three-time winners under Ed Hanlan? Yet where is the real fan that cannot name the other members of the oriole world beaters? No club in the business has displayed the form for ten straight years thty. Pittsburg has, and no team has depended less on their pitching staff. Whether the pitchers were going good or bad the Pirates have always held a formidable position, depending on their ability to field and make runs. The announcement that “Red” Robert Kelly was absent from the White Sox right field on account of an'injury proves to have been not quite the whole truth. The club officials forgot to add that Kelly had bfen stopped playing with- the Sox by Order of the National commission. It seems that while at Notre Dame lost season Kelly got tangled up with the Holyoke club of the Connecticut league in some way. He did not sign any contract with Holyoke, but gr.ro that club enough claim on his services to allow Holyoke to protest against his use by the Sox and It was necessary to stop him until President Comlskey can straighten out the tangle Into which the collegian got himself. Negotiations to that end are in progress. For 13 years Hans Wagner has been hitting at a better than .300 clip, a feat beaten by only two men In the history of the two major leagues. They were Anson and Dan Brouthers. Anson bad a .300 average for 15 years straight and Brouthers scored as bigh a figure for 14 years right off the reel. Waco add San Antonio, of the Texas league, played through four and a half hours for 23 Innings recently to a tie, 1 to 1, a record for the league and one of the Jongeat games ever played In the south. Abies of Saa Antonio and Londell of Waco were the opposing pitchers, the former striking out 17 and allowing 1C hits, while Londell struck out 11 and allowed 15 lilts.

A Flyer in Daisy

“Whereupon you flung Billy out of the room?" There was a hint of anger in Daisy Winter's dreamy, blue eyes, a flash that made John Winters think of her mother. "Figuratively.” <i “What right had you?” she asked, passionately, “What right? You can say nothing against him except that he is poor as you once were yourself. Poverty is no crime. Besides, Billy expects to make no end of money out of that new brokerage oflfce he has opened. He has saved enough in the three years since they lost their money to buy his seat on the exchange—a thousand dollars—and to' Btart in business with. He Intends to make people open their eyes. He told me so last night.” “Intends! Hump! There Is a place paved with good intentions—do you know that, young woman?” thundered Daißy’B father. At this astounding profanity the tears welled up in Daisy’s eyes. Seeing which, John Winters cleared his throat J “Brace up," he said. , “Brace up! And if you must marry, marry some man who can take care of you.” His daughter looked at him out of scornful, hostile eyes. “I shall never marry anyone hut Billy,'’ she said decisively, and there was a little click in her voice. “When William VanAlen comes to me and shows me $15,000 in the bank to his credit you shall marry him and not one Instant before," were the words which closed the conversation and stretched Daisy in full length disoonsolance upon the couch. When the pqter door closed behind her father, however, she sat up and wiped the tears self-pityingly from her eyes and went to the telephone to confide the result of this conference to Billy. Billy wag hanging over the rail of the stock exchange shouting at the top of his lusty young voice when he saw the crimson light glowing in back of his telephone number. “At 30!” he shouted as he vaulted into the -booth. He took down the receiver. “Billy!” came a tremulous voice over the telephone, a voice in which Billy could hear the tears. “Yes, dear?” he questioned, anxiously. Outside the booth, pandemonium went on. Inside there was the cooing of two turtle doves. “He said—Oh, Billy!—that you had to have $15,000 in the bank before we could get married. He was perfectly awful!” The words were punctuated with sobs that tore at the youngster’s heart. “Don’t you worry, Daisy. I’ll get it, then,” he said with the optimism of youth. “I'll come up this evening and tell you how I come out today. I’m awfully muddled—fellows always are the first day—but I think I’ll make some money. I’ve taken a little flyer in Daisy—oh, a stock, you know—and the name ought to be good luck, even If it wasn’t booked for a rise. I must hang up now. I’ll tell you all about it tonight" “All right Goodby, Billy.” There was still the little catch in the voice that went to Billy’s heart “Goodby, sweetheart.” Billy hung up the phone and vaulted back Into -the arena of trade. He llsten«d a moment, his eyes bulging with excitement. ‘At 33,” he shouted. They were still bidding on Daisy. Not a share of stock was offered at his bid. A half hour before, he had bought a great deal of Daisy for a dollar a share. It had gone up 33 cents. Billy wondered what the “dope” was on the stock. So did every other broker on the floor. “At 34!” he screamed, his enthusiasm rising as he saw the stock becoming tight. Again there was no response to his bid and the hammer came down with a click. The stock bounded up four points in five minutes. Others started buying. The broker who was selling for John Winters bounded into a telephone booth. There he learned that his client had left the office for the day. Well, he had his orders—he handed Billy several bunches of stock between 35 and 45. Billy got the last stock he bought at 50 just as the exchange closed. His stock averaged him a dollar and twenty-five cents a share. He was a little afraid to take that at 60, but he reasoned that a stock that was held so tightly must go up in the morning, and he would get out from under at a few cejats profit per share, perhaps, before he had to pay for his stock at two o’clock. If It should go down over night he had enough money in the bank to pay for his stock and hold it although It would cripple him pretty badly. “You bought a lot of Daisy," some one said at his elbow. “Twenty thousand shares.” The voice was curious. Billy wheeled, suddenly startled. “Nonsense!” he said sharply. The broker who had addressed him smiled slightly. He knew to a share exactly how much of Daisy Van Alen bought. From that moment Bllly*s mantle of arrogance dropped from him. A half hdur later when he left the stock exchange there was dejection written in every line of his form. He kept looking at a slip of paper in his Ivas covered With figures. "Twenty-five thousand dollars,” he

By Leona Anstine Sutter

groaned. "Good Lord, if It should g<r down In the morning!” He might have felt less dejected if he cduld have seen John Winters opening a telegram at that moment In hi* hotel in Baltimore. That clever financier looked thoroughly annoyed. He, walked into a telephone booth and called up the broker who had his order to sell Daisy short. An animated, conversation ensued in which the broker’s voice came over the phone postulatlngly: “But you said, sir, to- give them a* much Daisy as they would ta£e. When, that young Van Alen began bidding ft looked like pie for you-to me and E sold. What on earth is the matter?*" John Winters gave a snort. “How much Daisy did that young donkey. Van Alen, buy?" he asked. “As near as I could find out her bought about twenty thousand shares. There were thirty thousand share* dealt in on the exchange and he got about two-thirds of it” John Winters whistled. Then h« hung up the receiver. There was a grim smile on his face as he walked! out of the booth. “That’s a pretty smart young man of yours, after all,” he said to Daisy at the dihner table. "He found out, some way, ahead of any of the rest of us that Daisy had struck a big body of ore and bought up twenty thousand shares or more of the stock, although he had to send It to a dollar and a half to do It It will go to two dollars* perhaps three, in the morning, and he will make a nice thing. I cannot see how he got the dope. Daisy's eyes were shining. “Ob, I always knew that Billy was the smartest thing!” she declared. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. Daisy was too excited to talk, her father too annoyed. Dinner had been delayed and they bad Just risen from the table when Billy came up the walk, moving wearily. “I congratulate you, sir,” John Winters said when Billy bad been led to a seat on the divan by the delighted Daisy. “I don’t know where the devil you got your dope on the stock you bought today, but you can ask your own price in the morning. I’m short twenty thousand shares and 1 was supposed to have the first information that came from the mine. The last I heard it was looking punk. 1 want to say to you, young man, that if you keep up your present luck you’ll own this city before you are through.” Billy was staring at his host in stupefaction. There Was an idiotic smile on his face. John. Winters did not notice it “How many shares did you buy?” bo demanded, and Daisy leaned forward. "Twenty thousand shares, I believe, sir,” Billy replied with that same idiotic, uncomprehending smile. “What did it average you?" Billy knew that from agonized figuring. “A dollar twenty-five a share,** he answered. “Good for you,” John Winters exclaimed. “The strike is so rich that you can get your own price in the morning, or I’ll give you two dollars a share for all you have tonight. But tell me how you got your information, you sly dog.” For a moment Billy was silent, getting himself together. Then a cherubic, elusive smile replaced the one of sheer idiocy.—“if you don’t mind, sir, I think I would rather not divulge that, at present.” “As you please, young man,” John Winters said, with grudging admiration In his voice. Daisy had been busy doing a calculation in arithmetic. At last the line* between her brows dissolved. “Billy,” she said, “if you get two dollars a share for your Daisy you wilt have that fifteen thousand dollars you need." A blush suffused her face, making ft radiant. “I shall have seventeen thousand, six hundred dollars, to be exact,” he said, wltn conscious pride. “I bad twenty-Bix hundred to begin with.” With an ecstatic little cry Daisy threw herself in his arms. “And I will keep my word,” John Winters said from the door. “Why, you can buy and sell me in a year, young man.” A, half hour later Daisy wriggled from Billy’s ardent clasp to ask, curiously: “William Van Alen, where did you find out about that strike? Tell me this instant.* “Promise you’ll never tell?" be demanded. Daisy promised solemnly. “Well, then, I didn’t find out at all. I bought Daisy because I thought there would be luck for me in the name. I was green and didn’t know the vernacular of the exchange very well, and they handed me thousands when I thought I was buying hundreds. I thought I had bought * two hundred shares and I bad bought twenty. You see, if you say at so mueh and do not specify the amount they hand it to you In thousand share blocks.” A peal of silvery laughter rang out. “And up there at the mine they weut and struck a sweet body of ore to help you out,” she said. Billy caught her In his arms agate. “Yes, sweetheart,” he said, “but suppose they hadn’t and the stock had gone down?” Daisy considered a moment “We’ll 1 1 never In this world tell father,” tb* | said, with conviction. “It would tea I terrible to spoil his good opinion.” *