Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 101, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 April 1911 — Page 2

w LOVE your hair!” he said. JK , And Helene Cast smiled Bk content. ‘'Shake down your splendid hair,” the lover Lria|| 1 I said. “The sun will light LoSBl. ; I it glorious!" In lazy hapffSffillffiiiiHlia pi ness the Alpine village girl took, out four pins, threw Il>ae k her head, and gave a shake; down came the rippling. billowing cascade. Exultant, he who seemed but a dull Oauphlnols peasant, without poetry or esthetics, spread the massive ashblond tresses for tjie sun to strike fir© and gay gilt reflects from them. “I love your hair, Helene,” he said, and he said true. But in his heart he dreamed: “I might get eight hundred francs for It, if I could bluff that Airis buyer: ' One hair was bought only by the hair4acklng. The old, easy-going hair-buyer, half a peddler, went through Brittany, the Limousin and the Coneze with a stock of gay shawls, parasols and umbrellas, and by throwing a gold-piece here and there he could pick up the standard shades and qualities from poor girls who were ignorant or hopeless. At present false hair unashamed g*Jiy confessed, is rampant on heads beautifully endowed by nature. The vast hats of two years required great Quantities of puffing to frame the face beneath them. And now that rich woman of America and Europe seem confirmed in the craze of matching their own splendid tresses, to pile hair on hair, in great coiffures with large hats, small hats or no hats at all, the price of standard qualities has quadrupled; fancy hair attains extraordinary prices. Paris hairdressers rejoice in this new style buyer. Such a one had come to Saint Martin d’Urtage. He was scouring fill Savoy and Dauphlny, but to nine peasant girls In ten he remained the peddler out of whom good money might be luckily extorted for long and wavy heads of hair. In standard browns, blacks, pale blonds and red blonds. It was his rich dealings with the tenth girl that sent them fluttering. and all the more because the recent prize-winner had been Mere Qrtvonne. aged sixty-seven, but still lively In wind and limb. » After a week of dickering, the buyer had given her sixty dollars In bright ten-franc gold pleoes. and clipped—what no one on the mountain-side had noticed she possessed -a heavy head of silvery white hair of the rarest tint and quality. The buyer, boarding with Monbelun. the miller, was going over his stock and bis corresponds nee. The Paris wholesale house for which he traveled In connection with the most-expensive of the world’s hair dressers urged by mall and telegram for hair, more hair! Hair for twists and turbans! The era of frizettes and chichis has passed. No more does milady stick a dozen little puffs around her head. Do you remember how she used to sit oenstve? You thought she was dreaming of you. but she was only wondering If her frizettes were coming out. Her present alert confidence ,1s due to the knowledge that her Immense false twist is surely tight. Wound round and round, it makes the whole back of her present low coiffure. Hair for wigs! The ultrafashionables pull their own beautiful hair hack and wind It tight. On with the wig! Is It because they have not very lovely hair of their own? Undeceive yourself. They have enough, bat they want more. The new flat coiffures may look simple; but the great turbans demand long, thick hair. Moreover, the beauty of the effect depends on unmussed smoothness. hard to attain day by day. Our women have the habit of false hair. The present style Is suited to the wig. The wig is always smooth and smart. On with the wig! The automobile was the first pretext for wigs. Speed and dust will cut and djrty Madame’s precious locks, and the wind breaks down the undulations of the hot irons. Women who can not stand severely flat effects cling to their swelling Maroellc waves upon the sides. Now, you can run the hot Iron through false undnIstions without Injuring your precious hair; whence transformations. If the foundation of a wig is like e cup, that transformation is a mere band. See the fair one putting on her transformation! Fresh from the hot Iron, waving splendidly. It Is a crown es np-ewelilng tresses. Delicately she crowns herself with it. Upwards she smooths its rising wavelets, mixing them slightly with her own hair, underneath to where they meet at the crown, and then the big false braid conceals the meeting. Hair* lfore heir! The buyer going over stock and correspondence saw that he must kfcear what airla he could on market Jay. and 'jolt Saint Martin dTriage

for a more ignorant locality. His Paris house was selling long torsades of standard blond and brunette at $lB apiece, and the hair to make them was averaging sl2. Transformations of the same tints and quality were selling at between $25 and 50. Wigs were selling at between S4O and S6O per kilo. Yet here were girls with Jess than half a kilo on their heads refusing to be shorn for less than S3O. Do not be surprised at these figures. They are moderate — for “live” hair cut from vigorous European girls. The cheap article is brittle from strong chemical treatment—and dead Chinese women! Half the present false hair comes from China.

Some comes from an island In the Caribbean sea where the most malignant leprosy cases are sent by the Cuban authorities. A little while ago the head of the glove department of a New Yorw department store purchased a switch in the false hair department. Within two weeks from the time she began to wear the switch the upper part of her body was attacked with a disease which several doctors after consultation pronounced to be leprosy. Cheap false hair Is dangerous. It all comes from Indian and Chinese people. If you must have false hair, see to it that It is live hair. It will cost more, hut it’s safe. It is said that there are three qualities of hair in the market: fine soft hair, cut from the heads of live white girls, cheap hair that comes from dead women of other races, and still cheaper which is made Into 80-called “rats" and is said to derive its being mostly from different kinds of animals and to be “filthy, beastly stuff.” “I will put a notice in the "Place” that I am quitting Saint Martin d’Urlage after next market day,” he said to Monzelun, the miller. "The young men are standing in their own light not to order their own girls to come up and get their money!” “The young men are willing to sell,” replied the miller, “but they yearn for better prices. A poor girl’s hair Is her marriage portion; but at the rates you offer, it is as safe on her head. You can always walk down to Grenoble and sell It at need; and meanwhile more liberal buyers may happen along. Our young men know that hair is gone up."

“A little knowledge is a dangerous thing,” the buyer anskered. “Because I have have given heavy prices for a few rare heads, they must not think that common hair is scarce. In the next village I will find twenty marriageable girls who are willing to trade off their useless locks for the price of a young donkey.” He knew the miller would retail his talk on market day. The miller in these remote centers is the general exchange. Incoming peasants bring their bag of grist to him across the donkey’s back, take Eome a third in flour, and trade the rest. Not twice a year do they go to Grenoble, twenty miles down and back, up the innumerable steep la rets of the mountain side . They fear the city’s unknown vrays., The buyer knew this when he added: “As for the girls selling at Grenoble, why. we send hair to Grenoble ready made up!” But the buyer would not leave Saint Martin d’Urtage without a certain treasure. “Our clleht is a millionaire Americaine,” the great hair-dresser wrote. “We can offer you one hundred per cent on the lowest price you have to pay in case yo«< succeed r*und as the lady has honored us with practically unlimited ordqr. JLjfffH not conceal from you that I am giving this same commission to several buyers. Yon have carte blanche to match the gampV”

Tong the buyer had been waiting for a certain young man to come to him. Now the young man, having seen the miller, happened to stroll by. “Have you the cutting?” questioned the buyer. “No,” the young man answered. “I refuse to ask her for it till I know your price. I will not wound her feelings uselessly, I will not sell my girl’s hair for a trifle. Put on stamped paper that you will give $l6O and I will see about it. Don’t forget that my girl’s hair is naturally wavy.” “Absurd!” cried the buyer. “Here, I will tell you the whole truth. “All depends on the matching. If yqur girl’s hair does not match my sample absolutely, natural waviness will add —yes, say S2O, to fine ash-blond hair —say three-quarters of a kilo; why, S2O is a ridiculously high valuation, but I will write down on stamped paper that I will pay SIOO In case the sample matches.” Georges shook his head. "One hundred and ten dollars —I can not do better.” Negation. The young man did love her hair. "One hundred and twenty dollara in case the sample matches.” And love conquered—love of donkeys, heifers, goats, lambs, turkeys, chickens. “Write it down plain,” said the young man,, who also loved his girl’s tresses. Then, when he had the paper safely in his pocket, he added: “Now write what you will give in case the sample does not match.” Next market day at Saint Martin d’Uriage four girls stood with their splendid hair down around the stone bench opposite the mill. “Be seated.” The radiant buyer motioned to two of them.

He put their arms through the sleeves of a barber’s apron, over which, around his shoulders, he tied a black mußlin cape. Ostensibly it was to help him cut. In truth It was to help him judge the hair's consistency of tint before he actually sheared it. But It looked uncanny, like the preparation of an execution. The first girl went under comb and shears. Straight down the two Bides of her head —so that each half fell over a shoulder —the man combed all her tresses, parted at the crown. S-z-z-z-z —! The shears made a long, cpntinuous sound, no snipping—and in his left hand he held half the girl’s hair. ,8-z-z-x-z —! The girl was sheared. Next girl! The next girl was Helene Oast. You would not have dreamt that she wept all night. In lazy pride she took out four pins, threw her head back, gave a shake, and down came the rippling, wavy, billowing cascade. The sun struck fire and gave gold reflects from its ash-blond glory. “Hair is such a bother,” she laughed, bluffing bravely; “and the money is important. I hope Georges won’t mind much when he learns what I am doing.' He so loves my hair.”

A Subtle Deduction.

"Ha!” exclaimed Sherlock Hdfcnes, Jr. "That man is married. He has been married for more than two years " “Do you know him?’’, asked Dr. Wharton. “No. I never before saw him; but I beard him say a moment ago that he had forgotten all about St. Valentine’s day until it was past”

Futile Aspirations.

Manager—l wish we could apply to deadheads the principle of trollay cart. Friend—What la that? Manager—Pay aa you eaten

HUNTING FOR YOUNG BLOOD

In Eaicmm to «ooure Freiti Recruits Many Manager* Carelessly Let Old Players Go. There Is so much .talk of young blood In baseball that many managers seem to have become absolute maniacs In the matter of allowing men to go for no other reason than the fact that they hare seen seven or eight years of service in the big leagues. One out of about every twenty recruits makes good, and In the meantime players of ability who can play rings around the youngsters who hare supplanted them are allowed to-drift into the minors. Williams tind Ferris would positively. hare shone on the St. Louis Browns last year, and Hughes would have been no slouch in Washington. 'But even more striking than the passing of these players is the fact that Rube WaddelJ has been allowed to go out of fast company. The big left-hander has a lot of winning games left in him and would be sure to strengthen almost any, club In either league, while to teams such as the Brooklyn gr Boston Nationals he would be absolutely invaluable. Waddell Is valuable not only as a player but as a drawing card as well, for with the possible exception of "Bugs” Raymond, more than any other player In the country. It was only a few weeks ago that he struck out 25 nften In a game of indoor baseball, which should at least give some Indication that he still has puzztere. He would certainly be a big card in New York, and either of the local clubs would be making an extremely good move to pick him up. A clever scout would do well to look over those players who are going, as well as those who are coming. Many a good hand has been filled out of the discards.

ELIOT BOOSTS SUNDAY SPORT

Former Head of Harvard University in Address to Legislature Urges More Liberal Laws. Dr. Charles W. Eliot, president emeritus of Harvard university, has joined the ranks of those who believe that tbe present puritanical laws which work to restrain baseball and other amateur sports and out-of-door games on Sunday should be repealed or amended. He spoke in favor of a liberal law before a committee of the Massachussetts legislature. “I am in favor of freeing the minor sports from the restrictions of the present Sunday laws,” Said Dr. Eliot, when asked to lend his aid to the movement. “I am oposed,” continued Dr. Eliot, “to allowing the carrying on of theatres on Sunday or moving picture shows or big professional games which attract thousands of spectators with an admission charge.” Dr. Eliot is now concerned with the framing of a measure which will give

Dr. Charles W. Eliot.

entire freedom on the first day of the week for the enjoyment of all manner of outdoor sports, for the witnessing of which no charge shall be made.

ROTATION PLAN TO BE USED

New System of Handling Pitchers Adopted by Management of New York American Team. “Rotation” is the keynote of a new system of handling the pitching staff which has been adopted by the management of the New York Americans for the coming season. Six pitchers, Ford, Quinn, Vaughn. Fisher, Caldwell and Warhop, are relied on to carry the team through the summer, and they are to be worked in turn with clocklike regularity. Manager Chase believes that Ford’s success last year was wholly due to the fact that he did not pitch out of his regular turn. He positively refused to go into the box unless he was absolutely fit and ready, with the result that he was always at his best. .Under this method of procedure Ford knew exactly when he was expected .to pitch, and consequently nerved himself for the task. Chase maintains that if thp other pitchers are worked in a similar manner they will prove vastly, more effective, and in his belief he is supported by many close students of the game. It is argued that a pitcher cannot be expected to do himself Justice if he is suddenly called upon to enter the box at a time when he la hardly ready for a grueling test

Carlisle Plays Harvard.

The Carlisle Indian team has been added to the Harvard football schedule by the Harvard athletic board In place of Cornell. The game will be .played at Cambridge November 1L

Burying the Hatchet

By DOROTHY BLACKMORE

(Copyright, ISU, by Associated Literary Press.)

Patricia Woodkirk sat idly turning the leaves of a current magazine. She felt particularly Indolent; her attitude was almost lazy. Nothing on the pages before her brought so much as an alert glance from her eyes. Presently, she turned back a leaf to look again at the likeness of a man. The face was none other than that of George Washington. Patricia stared at the face, and as her eyes remained on the-likeness they gathered a reminiscent expression. Not that Patricia had known the illustrious general; for though she was known in Meadville by the very young set as an old maid, she was, in reality, in. her very early thirties. But the birthday of Washington had beeg. chosen, once upon a time, by Patricia Woodkirk as a night fey a Colonial Her guests had come In wigs and with powder and patches, while she herpelf had been dressed as Martha Washington. And there had been a George, too. Patricia had quarreled with him bitterly on that'very night after the last dance and had been too obstinate ever since to admit it either to George Washington or to any one else. Patricia continued to live in the old homestead and it was in the very room in which she now sat that her merry party of young folks had congregated a few years ago. Most of them were married now and scattered.

Her friends were largely among the married couples of the town though, not two weeks ago, Patricia had entertained a young woman in her home and the taste of gay young life once more had brought back her own bright girlhood. / Corinne Jamerson—the young girl who had been Patricia’s guest—had won no end of admiration from tbe town's “young men; and she, having come from the. city with her attracr tlve, If frivolous, manners, found It not a little interesting to add notch after notch to her beau stick. As Patricia thought over the stay of her young guest she recalled several Instances in which the young woman had flirted with the acknowledged beau of one of the, town’s own girls. Perhaps—ln fact as Patricia recalled it all now, she Was sure; — there were many uneasy hearts since her departure. “I'll have a party on February twenty-second!” Patricia almost said it aloud. She closed the magazine with a bang and sat alert. “I’ll ask all the girls and boys to come and bury the hatchet. We'll have a formal 'ceremony of it and —" her Cheeks glowed as the plan unwound itself In her , brain —“we’ll wear powder and patches.”' Suddenly her face clouded again and her eyes took on the reminiscent shadow.

_ "But—she said, half aloud. Then, as if fearing she would go back on an impulse she knew intuitively was good, she rushed to her desk. Sitting down, Bhe wrote the first of her invitations in almost breathless haste. In it, she aßked one George Washington to dress as George Washington, and come to her party to help to bury the hatchet. She folded, sealed and addressed the note without so much as rereading it. It seemed, when she stopped for even an instant to think, Buch an awful offense against her family pride. In due time she wrote the other invitations and not a single one was refused. “It looks as if every one was anxious to bury the hatchet,” she thought, as she read an acceptance from one young person whom she knew had strayed from the side of his sweetheart to worship at the shrine of her young guest, Coripne. The great room of Patricia’s home was lighted with Bever e-looking Colonial candlesticks with straight, unshaded _ candles, when the Colonial dames began to arrive. Men in satin breeches with large buckled slippers and heavy white wigs soon talked sedately With dames in sheep white fichus mid voluminous skirts. Patricia, herself, was a beautiful young Martha Washington as she stood to greet ner guests in the same costume she had worn on a night not so many years ago. As the evening wore on, each male guest was presented with a hatchet. He was told that outside in the conservatory in tubs and flower boxes hidden away were numbers corresponding to the ones on the handles of the hatchets. It was his duty, so Patricia told each one, to seek the proper girl and with her find the number in the conservatory. Together, they were to bifry the hatchet with whatever ceremony they found most fitting tor the time and place. When every man had found a girl, Patricia sat alone in the great sitting room, the candles burned to half their original size. One guest had not come and Patricia was the odd girl. Presently a replica of George Washington stood in the doorway. H 8 had entered, unannounced. His apologies to Patricia covered his emotion as he held her little hand in his own, letting the soft lace of his sleeve fall over it. His excuse Was his desire to

wear the same suit be had worn on »•' night they both remembered—and bis difficulty In getting into JL Patricia laughed to cover her own embarrassment. “And I’ve brought along the same 1 hatchet I carried that night—and forgdt to bury,” he said. T “The —the others are scattered about the conservatory now, burying theirs,” Patricia told him. Then she explained all about her frivolous young guest whb'Tiad-jmade such a stir in the quiet little town winning the boys from their own Sweethearts. “And what about us, Patsy?’’ the man asked, looking down at her. Patricia’s head dropped. She dared not reveal to him her Joy at hearing the old name once more, v “Haven’t. we had the hatchet out long enough?” he asked, leading her to a settee near the log fire., Still she did hot speak. “Can’t you tell me. Patsy.” he persisted. “Shall we not bury ours, too? -Don’t you want .to?” He raised her chin so as to look Into her eyes. "I—l cannot tell a He, George,” she said laughing. “But —suppose we burn it instead of burying it—then it can never, never he unearthed. We'll cut all discord this gtinute,” she continued, waving the hatchet In the air, “and burn the weapon before our. very eyes.” ; Together, they knelt before the open fire and laid the wooden hatchet on the flames. “A pretty ceremony, dear, and with a world of meaning,” he said, as they took their places once more on the settee to await the return of the others.

SHADOWS THAT ARE LASTING.

Peculiarity Noticed in the Crude-Oil Producing Regioht of California. “In the crude-oil producing regions ffi California there are scores of large ponds of this mineral,” writes J. Mayne Baltimore In the Scientific American. “After being pumped to the surface the petroleum is emptied into depressions In the earth, where it remains for a time. These oil ponds are known aB ‘sumpt, holes.’ There is one very peculiar thing about .these ‘sump holes’ and t.ha.t Is In the way of producing what are known as ‘freak shadows.’ These are real shadows, but, notwithstanding this fact, they are decidedly ‘freaky.’ If the sun is brightly shining and a person, stands for a few moments on the margin of the ‘sump hole,* so that his shadow falls on the surface of the petroleum and he then quickly changes his position, the dim shadow remains just where It was originally cast. In other words, the shadow does not follow the substance. The Instant a person shifts his position his shadow is again cast in a new place, yet the former shadow remains unchanged. The longer,a person stands in one particular spot the longer will the forifier shadow be. visible. .... , “Hundreds of experiments have been made and every time the same results have been produced. The simple explanation for this phenomenon is that under the hot snn gas Is being constantly generated down in the .body of the petroleum and It rises to the surface In the form of minute bubbles. So very small are these bubbles that they are scarcely visible to the naked eye. Millions of these wee bubbles are Ttßing to the top all of the time, when the bubbles break and the gas is liberated, passing Into the air. “Both the gas and bubbles are so very supersensitive to the temperature that even one’s shadow past for a moment across them Is ‘ affected. The temperature is lowered. 'Whenever the substance quickly changes position the shadow remains until the rays again warm up that spot and the shadowy outline slowly fadeß away. The ’freak shadow’ may be seen for only a very few seconds.”

Modernizing Jerusalem.

David Yellin, a member of the municipality of Jerusalem, says that the authorities in the holy city are-con-sidering the provision of an adequate water and the installatoin of a modern system of drainage. People In Jerusalem are beginning to realise that a greater influx of tourists, on whbm the inhabitants principally depend for their livelihood, can only be expected if things are made comfortable for tbem by the proviaion of proper accommodations, the lighting and paving of the streets, the freeing of the city from dust and improvements travel facilities. > -

All Authors.

Hicks —Literary family, the Greensmiths. The daughter writes poetry that nobody will print; the son writes .plays that nobody will act, and the mother novels that nobody will read. Wicks—And What doea the father write? Hicks—Oh, he writes checks that nobody will cash.

His Little Task.

“Very suspicious man, they say." "Yery. Bought a dictionary last week, and now he's counting the words to see if It contains aa rrfy as the publishers claim.”