Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 193, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 August 1910 — Page 2

Dress Up-to-Date.

A GIRL’S WARDROBE ALWAYS NEEDS SOME ADDITIONS i IN MIDSUMMER. Dame Fashion Decrees That the Children Shall Not Be Too Elaborately Dressed in Hot Weather—White Frocks. A growing girl’s wardrobe always seeds some additions in midsummer time, for the hot weather, if nothing else, demands a change of style and material. The mammas have to look up seasonable effects for these supplementary dresses, which fast-

(rowing, some special occasion or for(etfulness at the beginning of summer has made necessary, will do well to consider the last trend of fashion. This is for collarless bodies, elbow sleeves and either the daintiest of wash materials, or else summer silks of a childlike simplicity. “Thou shalt not be too fine," Is Dame Fashion’s first commandment in hot weather to the child, however well placed. White frocks are In her dearest favor, or else she prescribes colors of a flower delicacy and such dainty trimmings as

SMARTNESS OF SIMPLICITY

Secret of the Woman Whose House, i Appearance and Conversation i Create "Best Impression. « Think of the woman whose house, whose appearance, whose conversation creates the best impression and you will realize that absolute simplicity is the secret Remember this in selecting your summer clothes, or furnishing your summer home, also when you meet strangers on your summer vacation. Unfortunately, simplicity is not cheap. You will pay more for the hat of simple lines, the frock that is of exquisitely dainty embroidery and ■heerness of material, than you will for something more ornate and dashing If you wish to pass a woman who knows, you will no more overload your back than you will your digestion. Better a few things of irreproachable cut and quality than an elaborate wardrobe of flaunting finery. It will doubtless mean having your Clothes made to order or weary rounds of the shops in search of the simple, but it pays. It is not always possible to have the house simple. If you rent your landlord's taste is sure to be fancy and the fixtures and decorations will wring your heart. The furniture is up to you. There are nowadays so many good copies of artistic old pieces that there is no excuse for the hideous display of houses furnished in the middle of the last century and later. Adopt a simple scheme of decoration for your entire house and make everything bought conform to ft. Thig does not need the training of a professional decorator; any woman who makes a study of simplicity and keeps her eyes open for bargains in that line can achieve it These three rules go far in the right direction: Stick to good lines of the jperiod chosen; do not overcrowd and jbuy only the,best, though it must be a jpiece at a time with long waits be- , tween. Simplicity of manner is the crowning touch —the real you. The rest is but the outer shell, a matter of training or perhaps of a skilled decorator, or clever modiste. Do not post, do not be affected, above all, do not boast. You may not realize it, but in meeting strangers the simple, easy, sincere manner makes a much better impression with the right people, than airs, much manner, or great assumption of place and power.

would be suitable, on a smaller scale, for dolls. The bebe or poupee—doll and baby—styles now distinguish all the best garments In every depart, ment, worn by well-dressed little girls. In both wash materials and summer silks there are now fabulous bargains to be found in the shops, some of these in the very newest textures, whether shown in remnants or in the piece. French percales in a soft, fine weave have dropped to the low price of 15 cents a yard; sllk-warp dotted chiffons—likewise a cotton material are going at 25 cents; swiss ponginette—which is an English fabric much used for the little Imported frocks —also sells for 25 cents. This is 45 inches wide, so a very small quantity would be needed for the simple little frock. Polka-dot handkerchief muslin sometimes with delicate flower sprays over the dotting—which is a delightfully cool fabric, is 18 cents a yard, and there are silk and cotton crapes of French manufacture—which may be made most attractive with ribbon trimmings, priced 28 cents the yard. These are in every color of the rainbow, and they may be trimmed with white lace or have the ribbon garniture match. Indeed there is no excuse for mlssf not having a fine little hot weather frock if her mother can sew, for ail the models are simple to an astonishing degree, and with a little taste a very small expenditure will turn out the right thing. The dress shown in the Illustration, which has a Gibson bodice with Dutch neck and a skirt in box plaits. Is here made of a blue and white percale, with a little white linen treated to simple hand embroidery on the bodice. All-over Hamburg embroidery, however, could very well be used here, or the waist trimming could be made in a plain color. , For a girl of ten 6% yards, 27 Inches wide would be required, and since very fine little percales may be had for 12% cents, and really beautiful Insertion for 15, it Can be ~seen how cheap the dress would be. A heavy linen or a silk with some body would likewise respond to this treatment, lace or a contrasting silk trimming the latter texture and Hamburg embroidery the former.

Panama Hats.

Panama hats have charms that insure their long continuance in the land so long as the climate remains as It is, for they seem to exhale the spirit of relaxation and peace that makes summer enjoyable. This year for their adorning there are new hand painted India scarfs that are beautifully delicate in tone, besides an endless variety of lovely printed fabrics.

FROCK FOR YOUNG GIRL

This dainty frock for a young girl of about sixteen years is of white muslin in princess style elaborately made with fine tucks, English embroidery and Valenciennes lace. It is finished with a deep flounce of the English embroidery The attractive hat is also of muslin, the soft crown entirely faftiioned of the embroidery, with draperies of soft pink satin ribbon.

Utilizing the Dutch Collar.

A pretty way of using the deep, round lace or embroidery Dutch collars is io renovate shirt waists with them. Blouses always wear out around the neck first and are often discarded solely on this account When this is so, put on the waist after cutting away the band collar only and thep lay, on the deep collar. Have some person pin all around the lower edge of it to the waist. Then baste and carefully sew. Afterward cut away the material Underneath the collar and sew hooks and eyes to the edges in the back. A stock collar may be added If, preferred.

PEANUT TRADE VAST

INDUSTRY THAT NOW REACHES SUM OF $36,000,000. Largest Part of the Crop Is Consumed From the Street §tand —Most Nutritous of All Nut Foods. The person who buys a nickel's worth of peanuts to munch at the ball game, to feed to the squirrels in the park, or to gladden the hearts of the kiddies at home, scarcely realizes that he has contributed to an industry that last year farmed a $1,000,000 crop, and which placed on the market in various forms reached the enormous sum of $36,000,000. But it is a fact! This little seductive nut —a resolution to “eat just one” is soon forgotten —whose birthplace is America, Was, until comparatively recently, unappreciated either as to the “money in them,” or as a really nutritious product. Today the peanut plays an important part in pleasure, from the swell dinner party to the ever-present democracy of the circus, ball game, or picnic. After all, what is a ball game, a picnic, or a circus without the peanut accompaniment? By far the largest part of the crop is consumed from the peanut stand, the little whistle-sign of the roaster being . the signal for the average youngster to suggest to dad or ma that some of them would be very acceptable, and the paternal or maternal parent’s willingness—nine times out of ten—to invest. Yet there are millions of bushels that go to the fattening of hogs throughout the south, the feeding of. poultry, while the vines often cured as hay, feed thousands of head of cattle, and even old Mother Earth is nourished by the roots of the plant, which furnishes nitrogen to it from the air.

The result of all this is that scientists claim that the peanut, which in the past was not very highly regarded, is the only food staple that will at once nourish man, beast, bird and fields. It is the most nutritious of the entire nut family, rich in tissue building properties, containing glucose and carbohydrates—and is the cheapest. Beyond the shadow of a doubt it is first from both a dietary and economic standpoint. The fact of the matter is the peanut in about every way is in a class by itself as regards price, average number in pound, edible part, waste, and fat. They average about 350 to a pound at a cost of 10 cents, the edible portion is 73.6, waste 26.4, and the amount of fat is placed at 80 per cent. These are remarkable figures when one stops to consider them, and brought out more clearly when compared with the small Texas pecan, its nearest competitor, which sells for over a third more, averages but 216 to a pound, has a waste of 61.8 per cent., edible part but 38.2, and contains 68 per cent, of fat. The farming of peanuts during the past five years—not longer than this—has become an established Industry of this country. At present about fivesixths of the crop comes from Vlrgina and most of the balance from Tennessee, Georgia, West Virginia and the Carolinas, although most of the southern states contribute some. As the peanut industry has increased so has the use of all nuts grown mightily as an article of food during the last decade, and the entire family now forms a most important part of the diet of the physical culturlst and vegetarian.

Bird’s Barbed Wire Fences.

There may be seen along the roadsides in Central America a brown wren about the size of a canary which builds a nest out of all proportion to its apparent needs. It selects a small tree with horizontal branches growing close together. Across two of its branches it lays sticks fastened together with tough fiber, until a platform about six feet long by two feet wide has been constructed/ On the end of this platform nearest the tree trunk it then builds a huge domeshaped rest a foot or so high with thick sides of interwoven thorns. A covered passageway is then made from the nest to the entf of the platform in as crooked a jnanner as possible. Across the outer end, as well as at short intervals along the inside of this tunnel, are placed cunning little fences of thorns with just space enough for the owners to pass through. On going out this opening is closed by the owner by placing thorns across the gateway and thus the safety of the eggs or young is assured.

Selfishness Prevailed.

Sweet little Frances and her mother long have had an understanding that, father being the completing member of the loving trio, he shall never be left alone upon the comparatively few and rare occasions when business permits him to share the delights of the pretty suburban home. Not long since, however, a neighbor invited mother and child, to go motoring with her; father was not included in the invitation for lack of room. The choice of motoring or staying behind with father was offered Frances, who pondered in silence for some time. “Course, father’s too dear for anything,” she said, at last, “and we never do Jegve; him alone on Saturday evenings. But,” with a wistful glance at the snorting car, “he wouldn’t want us to miss such a pleasure, and,” tossing all thoughts of self-denial llghtly_to the winds, “everything has to have a first time!”

SHIFTING OF THE CAPITAL

Liat of Cities Where the Seat of Government of the United States Has Been Located Is Long. At a dinner given by one of the prominent men of the town the other night the talk turned to the recent visit of President Taft to Chicago and the fact that it was announced that during his stay there his ho-, tel was to be regarded as the executive mansion. The president beamed complacently and during a temporary pause sprung this: “I wonder if any of the gentlemen present can state, off hand, in what city or cities other than Washington the capital of the United States has been located.” Well, now, it seems to me that I've heard my grandfather say something about New York and —and—wasn’t it Trdnton?” came from the benevolent old gentleman at the right side of the host.

Several of the dinner guests hazarded opinions, the president shaking his head at each utterance. Finally the young college man who had taken little part in the talk of market reports and real estate transactions broke with was becoming an embarrassing silence: “Wasn’t it in Philadelphia from September 5, 1774,. until December, 1776?” he modestly began. “Right you are, young man, right you are, but Philadelphia isn’t the Only town to claim that honor,” was the response given paternally. “No, but it’s been some little time since that came up in our history class and I’m afraid I have forgotten,” said the young man, deprecatingly. “But here is the list as I remember It: From Philadelphia to Baltimore, where it remained from December 20, 1776, to March, 1777; at Philadelphia from March 4, 1777, to September, 1777; at Lancaster, Pa., from September, 1777, to September 20, 1777; at York, Pa., from September 30, 1777, to July, 1778; at Philadelphia from July 2, 1778 to June 30, 1783; at Princeton, N. J., from July 30, 1783, to November 20, 1783; at Ahnapolis, Md., from November 26, 1783, to November 30, 1784; at New York from • January 11, to 1790. And I think from there it went to Philadelphia, where it remained ten years. Anyway, from Philadelphia the seat of government was removed in 1800 to Washington, where it has been ever since.” “And there isn’t one in a thousand of our citizens who knows all that,” broke in the host. “Say, I guess a college education isn’t so bad, after all, eh?"

Travesty of the Almshouse.

James Openheim, writing in the June American Magazine about the terrible condition of the almshouses in the state of New York, says: "What is an almshouse? One would naturally suppose it to be the last refuge of the old —men and women too weak to work, alone in the world, homeless, friendless, penniless. One would expect to find the almshouse full of gentle old people, near death. Buch people are in the almshouse. They have crept there to die. There they wind up their obscure lives, their humble destinies. These are the lonely and lowly tragedies of our packed world. But they are not alone with one another. I jotted down the fok lowing list from the Oneida county almshouse register: “Old, Blind, Feeble-minded, Intemperate, Sick, Cripple, Epileptic, Vagrant, Lame, Pregnant. “They are mixed in with one another. The decent old, whose only crime is old age and misfortune, are herded in with unspeakable creatures. Imagine sleeping in a .dormitory with babbling idiots, with jerky epileptics, with hardened, vicious criminals, and with consumptives. Imagine spending the day and eating one’s meals with this strange company. Such conditions, to an outsider, are Inhuman, indecent and Intolerable.”

Just a Natural Development.

The woman aviator is developing in France. We read of her progress from time to time with a sense of confidence restored as regards the eternal fitness of things. Where else, indeed, could she develop, she and her costume? We wonder how many of the Parisian fraternity have begun working this new sartorial lead. But why wonder? If there is one thing the Worth-Redfern-Paquin combine have never lacked it is foresight. And, after all, from barnyard denizens to the real fowls of the air requires no Very tremendous flight of the imagination. The transition can be worked gradually, too. After chanticleer, turkey buazard, say, would suggest itself, and then along the scale ascending until the final inevitable bird of paradise be reached. To go back to the question of eternal fitness, who can discover without a thrill of satisfaction that at least one of these lady flyers answers in public to the name of Bird? As yet statistics do not tell us ho* many of the rest may, privately, respond to “Birdie."

How He Felt.

A young lady who taught a class of small boys in the Sunday school desired to impress on them the meaning of returning thanks before a meal. Turning to one of the class, whose father was a deacon in the church, she asked him: "William, what is the first thnig your father says when he sits down to the table?” “He says, ‘Go slow with the butter, klda; it’s 40 cents a pound,’” replied the youngster.—Everybody’s.

A Maid and a Miller

The river ran peacefully along under the drooping willows that fringed the mossy banks. The green-of Jhe trees was reflected in the placid stream and formed a green pathway down which Barbara’s boat idly floated with the slow current. . _1 The girl had ceased rowing and she rested on the oars with a delicious sense of, freedom from the noisy outer world. Her eyes were fixed on the arch of greenery overhead and her thoughts were of the tender green of the trees, and the delicate blue of the sky, etched with fleecy clouds, the rapturous song of a thrush In the thicket And so she did not hear a distant roaring that grew nearer and nearer until a sudden onward rush of the little craft awoke her to the realization that a new element had come into her enjoyment. The river was now tumbling over smooth rocks, sending white foam into the boat, and behaving altogether like a riotous schoolboy who has broken bounds for the day. Barbara turned and looked and bent to her oars with a frightened cry; but the boat only whirled madly in a swift current that was drawing her dangerously near a mill dam where a huge wheel turned; throwing a sliver circle of water against the dark background of the mill. She closed her eyes and screamed once; then she seemed to float away on a- river of inky blackness. A cold dash of water in her face aroused her to consciousness. She was lying on the floor of the mill, near the open doorway, where the river rushed by. There was a dry, dusty smell in the air, and over her bent a young man, dusty white from head to foot Barbara sat up with a sudden realization of what had happened. “I am not drowned after all.” she said with an air of surprise. “Did you save me—where is the boat?” “You seem very much alive, Indeed,” he returned with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and mouth. “I happened to be standing down on the rocks, yonder, netting some minnows for bait when I heard you scream; just then the bow of your boat dashed up the rock where I stood and I merely had to grasp it and pull It high and dry on the rock—-there lt ls now.” Barbara looked at the strong, athletic figure of the miller, his muscular forearms standing out bare and brown against the dusty whiteness of his clothing. “You must have been very strong to have done such a thing,” she said, quietly. “I cannot tell you how grateful I am to you—you have saved my life."

“You overrate my heroism.” He smiled down at her. “If the boat had not dashed upon my rock I do not know just how I could have reached you in time. Fortunately the wheel stopped just as you screamed. It is noon and the men have just left the mill.” “You are the miller, I suppose,” said Barbara, rising and leaning against the open doorway. "I am a miller,” he said whimsically, “but lam not working today. There is a quiet little brook, tributary to the river, where I shall catch some brown trout for my supper—no lam not so unsportsmanlike as to use minnows for trout fishing! The minnows are for the miller’s young son, who catches ’perches’ as he calls them! For trout, there is nothing like the Scarlet Dragon!” He pulled a fly book from his pocket and opened it, revealing the delicate, vivid-hued flies in a rich assortment dear to the heart of any ardent fisherman. Barbara placed a slender finger-tip on one of the flies. “The Scarlet Dragon—my brother-in-law uses no other.” “That’s queer,” remarked the miller. “I have these made to order for myself and friend—a classmate at college. We share the secret of the Scarlet Dragon alone.” The girl looked curiously at him, wondering why a college graduate should become a miller in the heart of the woods. She wondered what freak of fortune had turned his efforts to grinding the corn and wheat of the neighboring farmers into snowy flqur and rich golden meal. There was a sound of men’s voices approaching the mill. The miller looked at his watch. “It is one o’clock,” he said. “Before the wheel starts in motion I will get your boat off 'and take you up the river out of the swift current —if I may.”

“You are very kind, indeed,” said Barbara, realizing for the first time how pleasantly the hour had sped. “I came out for a lazy day on the river, and if I do not hasten I shall lose IL after alt Together they left the mill and walked along the bank to where a qujet brown pool was circled by great rocks. Balanced on the largest rock of all was Barbara’s boat, high and dry. On the bank lay a scoop net in which a few minnows gasped for breath. The miller tossed them back into the brown pool, where their fellows were darting to and fro and then he leaped across to the boat. When it was in the river he held out a hand to Barbara. “Can you do it?” he asked. For answer she placed her hand in his and instantly stood beside him. “How did you get me ashore?” she

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asked. “I was unconscious—l must have fainted.” “There was only one thing to do and I did It,” he rejoined, bending low over the oars. “I carried you ashore.” “Oh!” said Barbara, flushing warmly; and after that there "was little conversation until he had taken her once more Into the cool, green tunnel under the willows where the river flowed so tranquilly that there was scarcely a ripple along its surface. Under a drooping tree where the mossy bank ran down to the water, he rested on his oars. “This is a pleasant spot In which to dream away the afternoon, he said, pleasantly. “I think I shall leave you here and go after my brown trout.” He leaped ashore and fastened the painter to a low hanging branch. “In case you fall asleep,” he smiled. Once more Barbara expressed her gratitude, adding: “I’m afraid you have been deprived of your dinner. I have some lunch here —” she lifted the little basket invitingly. “Thank you, but I dined early, and I am sure you are quite starved. lam glad to have been of service to you.” He lifted his hat and turned back along the river bank. "Gqodby,” he added. - “Goodby and good luck with the Scarlet Dragon,” called Barbara, and then she was alone in the solitude she had craved. ■ ■

From trout flshiqg her thoughts flew to the Scarlet Dragon and thence to her brother-in-law who was an ardent fisherman. "The Scarlet Dragon is the cleverest bait on earth, Bobby,” Tom had answered with his usual enthusiasm. “Bob Miller got it up—you know Bob Miller is the husband Rose and I have picked out for you!” he had added, teasingly. Sensitive Barbara had flared with indignation, and when the time for Bob Miller’s visit drew near, Barbas haughtily betoofi herself to visit an old school friend. And so she had never met Tom’s friend and in the whirl of life that had followed her debut into society, he had been quite forgotten and busy Tom had never mentioned his name to Barbara. While Barbara was still thinking of the obnoxious Bob Miller, the elders rustled under the approach of the miller. Barbara sat up In surprise and looked at him. The dusty white garments had been removed and he wore a blue flannel shirt, and his corduroy trousers were tucked into high rubber boots. In one hand he carried a fishing rod. “I must beg your pardon for intruding upon the solitude,” he said with the pleasant smile Barbara had learned to like in the short time she had known him. “The largest trout I ever caught will be my excuse, and I hope you will take him home with you as a recollection of the day!” He opened his creel and drew forth such a magnificent specimen of the speckled beauties that Barbara involuntarily uttered a little cry of delight. “That’s larger than the one Tom caught at Bear brook,” she exclaimed. “He had it mounted with a Scarlet Dragon in its jaws—but this is too fine to eat! You will want to keep it. I’m sure.” The miller looked at her curiously. “I wonder if the ’Tom’ you speak of is Tom Blane?” he asked.

“Why, yes—he’s my brother-in-law,” returned Barbara. “Do you know him?” “Roommate at college,” he returned promptly, dropping down on the mossy bank and making himself comfortable. “Tom and I are specially warm friend*. Odd I’ve never met you at their home. Come to think of it, you resemble Mrs. Blane very closely—you are not the little sister Bobby, that the talk about?* “I am Barbara,” she said with a laugh that had a trace of embarrassment in its silvery notes. “And I am Bob Miller” he said frankly; “perhaps Tom has mentioned my name— we’ve been great chums!” “I believe he has mentioned it — often,” blushed Barbara. “Then you are a ‘Miller’ by name as well as occupation?" “Only in name," he laughed. T am boarding at the miller’s house and I’d been spending this morning in the mill watching the fascinating process cf making flour—hence my appearance. As a matter of fact, lam a broker and just about to form a partnership with Tom. I look for him down in a week or so, for a bit of fishing.” Barbara wds thinking of many things—of the sly Tom Blane who had sent her down to the farmhouse for recuperation knowing that Miller was in the neighborhood and that she must sooner or later run across him—of the morning which had commenced so stupidly and which now had developed into a perfect day without any apparent reason—of the brown eyes which caught and held her own with a charm she had never known before! “He’ll be surprised enough to find out that you and I have met,” ventured Miller when he was rowing her home in the late golden afternoon. Barbara thought that Tom would not be at all surprised—but she said nothing for she was strangely happy, and if there was a vague regret stirring her heart it was because she has not known Tom Miller before!