Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 183, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 August 1911 — Page 3

GETTING BEST IN LIFE

BROTHER DICKEY DELIVERS A SERMON ON SUBJECT. i * , Passes Some Remarks on Business Man's Acoount of What He Saw on Trip Through the Eastt “I ain’t seen you for de longes’,” •aid Brother Dickey, to his friend, the business man, just returned from a trip east. “Whar an’ whar hex you been, an’ what hes you been a doin’ of? Tell me dat now?” “I’m Just In from New York, and Boston and Washington,” was the reply. “I’ve been taking in the country, generally.” - “You must ’a’ seen a lot,” said Brother Dickey. jiv:; ; “Yes; had a fine time of it. Met wide-awake people. They’re a hustling crowd, old man; they know how to get the best out of life.” “You reckon day’s a-glttin’ it?” “Seems so. Why, some of ’em own half a dozen automobiles —new one for every day in the week! And they're riding over the earth in airships, whenever they feel like it I stayed in a hotel 40 stories high. And talk about money, I saw 50 d&rloads of It—gold, silver and. greenbacks—in the treasury vaults at Washington; then I spent a day with congress—the fellows who think they’re running the country, you know. Shook hands with our Georgia representative. Fine lot o’ boys in congress. Brother Dickey!" “Well,” said Brother Dickey, “is dat aH?” “That’s about all I thought you’d cue to know.” j I ”1 mean,” said the old man, “is dat all you got outen it —all you fetched away wld you? Kaze,- es it is, I wants ter tell you dat yo’ trip didn’t set de river on fire! Is yo* pot time ter 11ssen ter a few remarks what come into my min’ whilst you wuz a-gwine on? ' '••••*' ./-V-"' i “Ez ter de folks with de half a dozen ortermobiles, I makes no doubt dat dey is speedin’ so fas’ deyTl go clean pas’ de heavenly station, an’ never rickernize de hills o’ Zion ’tall. Ez ter de high buildin’s, dey can’t go hlgher’n God; an’ ez fer de Ilyin’ a’rships, no man kin fiy so high but God kin t’row him down. You say, dey got it all, but it ain’t no good ter have all now, an’ bimeby have nothin’! An’, cornin’ ter dem fifty cyarloads o’ money what you seen in Washington, tell me, what good it’s doin’ dar —fer people wld empty pockets ter look at an’ go ’way sorrowful? It's des rustin’ fer de want o’ use. . Ole Laz’rus is oryln’ at de rich men’s gate up dar same ez he done in de fur country yonder, an’ what dey calls dem ’treasury watchdogs’ is barkin’ at him, “An’ talkin’ ’bout congress, memme it’s dar fer good, an’ mebbe it ain’t Es some er de folks in it talks lak’ dey did ‘fo’ dey got in, ten minutes dar would be too long fer me! “I ain’t a-faultln’ nobody,” the old man explained. “I’m des passin’ my ■opinions on what you been a’tellin’ me. De man high up on de trapeze in de circus looks mighty good ter de crowd, an ’pears ter be glttln’ de- bes’ outen life, but he’s mighty glad ter come down w’en his turn is done, an’ lay low fer fes’. "Be life-circus is soon over, de lights out, an’ de tent took away, an’ what do it matter den es you had a front seat, or. had ter stan’ up fur back?

“Dey ain't but one ter git de bes’ what life is got in it, an’ es you don’t find an’ toiler dal way It’s ’goodbye, honey, an’ don’t tell he folks you seen me!”’—Atlanta Constitution.

What Father Took.

} He came down the garden path, a bad, sorrowful figure. She watched him with anxious eyes. “How did father take it?” she asked. “He took it—well,” replied the young man. “Oh, I’m so glad, George!” she cried, pressing her hands together. “Are you?” replied George, flopping forlornly by her side. “Well, I can’t say that 1 am, dear. At first your father wouldn’t listen to me.” “Why didn’t you tell him that you had $2,500 In the bank, as I told you to?” she exclaimed. “I did, after all elsq had failed,” answered George depectedly. “And what did he do then?” “Do!” echoed the young man, passing his hand wearily through his hair. "He borrowed it!"

A Romance, Almost.

He took the proffered gloveless hand In his, while high above them blew soft breezes, which, descending, fanned the stifling air that sought to stew them as they stood there face to face. Her brows were raised. What Joy to be so near this queen of smiling grace, to hold her hand so tenderly! The fingers rested, slim and white, for one brief moment on bis palm. And yet his face showed no delight, his massive chest betrayed no qualm. As the electric fans above dispersed the heated air and flies, he said, without a sign of love: “Six aqd a half, ma’am, hr your sise”

Airy Persiflage.

"I hope the king and qaeen will never have the experience in traveling which they will have In the coronation procession.” "What was that?” “Don’t they have their trains held «P r ' , ‘

JUST FOR BITE OF TOBACCO

James Whitcomb Riley Starts a Com* motion That Has George Ade a Guessing. i » '* .•$ ’ *>. James Whitcomb Riley was a guest, a year or two ago, at Hazelden farm, George Ade’s big country place in Western Indiana. Ade had instructed all the farmhands before ttye guest’s arrival to spe-to it that Mr. Riley wanted for nothing while there tp make his stay pleasant. But he wasin’t prepared for the commotion he saw Tooking out at his bedroom window the morning after Riley came. The chief thing that attracted his attention was the sight of one of his big motor cars whizzing out. the driveway and off toward Brook, the nearest village, on highspeed. ’T ‘ *■ ~Vu. “Something awful has happened,” Ade muttered, “and they’re going for a doctor." And he didn’t lose any time getting into bis clothes. Out near the barn he found Riley •trolling about, taking in the early morning air. ~ ~ “What’s—what’s the matter?” inquired Ade, breathlessly. “What do you mean?” asked Riley. “Why, that motor car. Aren’t they going for a doctor or something?” “Oh, that,” replied Riley. “I’ve just been wondering myself whatever possessed your chauffeur to take on the way he did. I came up to him a few minutes ago and asked him if he had any chewing tobacco, remarking that I had bought a lot to do me while i was here and then forgot to put it in my grip. Without saying a word he ran away and began to crank up that machine. Can’t figure out what his game is.” But the explanation came in a few moments when the chauffeur came chuff chuffing back, still at full speed, with a dollar’s wbrth of chewing tobacco for the poet.

He Recognized Her.

Three o’clock was the very earliest the man could get up to the store, so his wife asked him to meet her then. 4 “I don’t knovr in what department I shall be at that time,” she said, “but just before three I will telephone to the clerk at the information bureau near the main entrance and it you will Just step over and ask him he will tell you where 1 am.” , At two tninutes past three the man sought Information as to the whereabouts of his wife. “I have a message,” said the clerk, “from a woman who said her hußband would inquire for her about three o’clock. Maybe it is for you. She said to tell you she had gone to Blank’s store over On Sixth avenue to finish her shopping because the clerks in this store are impudent, the place is ill ventilated and she couldn’t find anything she wanted here anyhow and never has been able to find anything here and this is positively the last time she will ever try to find .anything here. Of course, that might not have been your wife —” “Oh, yes,” said the man, “that wae her all right.”—New York Sun.

Simplifying the Drama.

“No one who has seen a play staged out of doors at night, where the darkness eliminates all need of wing pieces and proscenium, where the characters grow into the sight or melt out of it, can fall to have been impressed by the heightened, almost dreamlike, illusion,’’ writeß Walter Prichard Baton in the American Magazine. “If, now, you hang In front of a suggestively painted back drop—a real picture-some negative draperies on eltKer sldV, eliminatr tag formal wing pieces and sharp edges; if you light this picture from behind the draperies, so that-to the audience they tell rather as folds Of shadow, leaving between your actors and the audience a transparent region of darkness, as It were, an intangible glass of illusion, you have achieved an effect of possible beauty and increased suggestlveness by the simplest of means. Certainly, by some such method, the production of Shakespeare could be greatly simplified, many of the scenes now omitted restored to the acting text, the ’waits’ cut down, narrative made more coherent and rapid.”

Leave It or Take It.

He had the poet’s Instinct for leaving practical matters to others- But father-in-law-to-be did not know this. “Look here, young fellow," he said, *T think it’s about time the date of your marriage with my girl, was fixed.” | , “Yes! perhaps,” the young man agreed. “But I am leaving that entirely to Mabel.” “Ah! Is it to be a quiet or stylish wedding?”

"I think, sir,” answered the young man quietly, “I can leave that safely in the hands of Mrs. Bullion.” Tea; quite so!” nodded Mr. Bullion. “But a young fellow generally has some idea with regard to the expense—bridesmaids’ gifts, you know. And, by the Way. what is your income?” “Well, that, sir.” said the young man modestly, “I am I wiving entirely to you.”

Getting the Facta.

“Mrs. Ashcraft.” the summer boarder inquired, “why do you keep these gulnef. hens?" “My husband has me cook one of ’em once In a while.” answered the farmer’s wife. “He says he likes their gamy flavor” “Mr. Ashcraft.” said the boarder, in the day. “why do you keep these guinea hens?” * “O. my wife likes to hear ’em sing;*' responded the fai *

GOING TO EUROPE ON A CATTLE SHIP

THE great trans-Atlantic linerß carry thousands and thousands of Americans into the great ports' of the old world. Most of them pay a good round price for the service, although there are some people who go in the steerage rather than misß the trip. But there are many American college students and perhaps some others w.ho go to Europe and who do not worry ahead of time about cabin quarters or staterooms. They are the fellows who work for their passage on cattle Bhips.

Without a doubt the experiences of one who crosses the Atlantic as a cattleman are unique. Twenty or thirty years ago a man was paid from S3O- - S6O together with all of his expenses to cross the ocean as a cattleman, hut now there are two men in Boston who are getting rich charging college students $5 to get them positions (for want of a more appropriate word) on cattle ships. The boys get no more for their services than their passage and board. Having been assured that we would have to “rough it” and have lots of work to do, a college friend and I went over to the Cunard docks in Bast Boston on a beautiful morning. There we signed up to work for our passage as cattlemen and to get accommodations same as the seamen. We didn’t know what we were doing, but we knew ten days later. There we met the rest of our “party.” Cattlemen Third Class. There were 400 cattle on board. The ship carried 70 first-class or cabin passengers and, according to our friend, the Scotchman, the cattle were second class and we were third class. I believe he was right. At any rate, the petty officers of the ship wasted lots of good time telling us that we were cattlemen, and can not and must not do this and that

We sat in a fine-looking group on the for’ard end of the main deck as the ship left the Boston harbor that morning. There was little wind. No one was seasick, and each was determined not to be. Up to this point we knew nothing) of what we were to do and just what sort of “accommodations” we were to have. • A petty officer, with shining face and shoes, and the characteristic thin mustache, which is quite the thing among the young Englishmen, informed us that our dinner, stones and "dishes” could be had at the galley. He gave us, In a large black pan, a big chunk of greasy meat, together with some potatoes which had been boiled dry and then boiled again. In another large pan was Che hash—famous hash—with nameless ingredients and a terrific odor.

Our first meal and pan washing on the main deck attracted too much of the attention of the cabin passengers on the deck above, and the captain sent down orders for us to repair to the cattlemen’s quarters in the fo’castle. The seamen pronounce that word in two syllables. The name applies ta the quarters of the seamen ahd the cattlemen, with a partition between them Tunning tyack from the bow of the boat to the first hatch. We were on the port, or left, side. Our quarters had been used as a storeroom for everything that had a bad smell, such as rotten rope, heavily tarred; pulleys, chains and paint. We slept there the first night, but the odor was too much for us; we all awoke more or less rick.

The Cattleman’s Work. Now, something of the- work that Calls to the lot of the cattlemen. We were called by the night watchmen (when they were not asleep) at * o'clock in the morning, and we literally rolled out of the hay. Our crowd

of five, all working together, attended to every want of the 200 cattle. The first job was to tfater the stock. The story about making a horse drink was invented by a man who never tried to water a wild steer from a bucket, for certainly by substituting the latter for the former the point would have been more forcible. We used 'ten wooden buckets, dipping the water from large tanks that we filled from overhead pipes. There were two main alleyways along each side of the cattle deck and they, dear things, lined each side of the alleys with their horns sticking half way across. . They had been tied to the head board by the ’longshoremen; we bad nothing to do with tbe loading. We put the buckets in the corn trough alohg in front of 'them, then poured water in the buckets as they were emptied. It all sounds very well but each steer wanted to drink from a bucket of his neighbor. They fought and jerked and pulled and upset the buckets, but we must make them drink or they would die. So, with water splashing on us and running down our shoe tops, we would pat them kindly on the nose and say nice words. Three steers often would not drink when offered three buckets, but if two buckets were taken away all three would fight to drink from the same one.

Feeding the Brutes.

The next course was hay. It was stored near the first hatch in large bales, averaging about 200 pounds' apiece. Some one forgot to put a hay hook on the boat so we had to roll the bales with out finger nails. ;It was the early morning duty of each man to roll a qertain number down the alley, and that was fine exercise before breakfast. Then we cut the wires, shook the hay with care, removing all lumps, and fed it to the brutes. Our morning work generally was finished at 11 o’clock and the work in the afternoon lasted from 2 to about 5:30. The afternoon menu was another round of more buckets and more hay. We swept alleys again in the afternoon. Our brooms were very artistic, being a bundle of twigs tied together and a stick Jammed into one end of the bundle. I don’t know how rich the Inventor has become who first thought of that method of watering cattle and sweeping alleys. , The first sight of the lights off the Irish coast looked pretty good to us. All that day we could see either Ireland or England. In the afternoon the ship 1 kept pretty close to the Welsh shore. The coast is high and rocky and in the sunset it was a beautiful dull reddish color. The bills beyond were green and divided by the old stone fences into small irregular farms. The stone houses, most of them white, were scattered here and there along the fertile valleys. Our pilot came on at Lynas Point at 5:30 In the evening and had full charge of things till he reached Liverpool. The cattle could smell land, so the seamen said, and .were restless the last night and we slept but little. We turned dpwn the broad Mersey shortly alter midnight. That was Saturday morning and we reached Birkenhead, on the west bank, In a shaft time. Here we landed our 400 cattle, all in excellent health and we shed no tear* at seeing them depart. Bach of us carried pome cargo the gangplank and set foot- for the first time on English soil. ~

We bought English bicycles and spent two months on the perfect roads of England and the continent. The cattleman has his Joys and sorrows but the latter are very soon forgotten and one finds tlmaelf planning to go again—wren as £ cattleman.

The American Home

WILLIAM A. 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. 178 West Jackson boulevard, Chicago, 111., and only enclose two-cant stamp for reply.

We in America pride ourselves on the great progress we have made as a nation; and with some reason, far, among all the records of world history, hardly a parallel can be found to the advances made by the United States in mechanical Invention, industrial development, and commercial progress jn the comparatively short period since this nation had its birth. There 1b one respect, however, we must frankly admit, in which this marvelous record of advance has not been sustained; and that is in regard to the development of original work In architecture. Here, America has done little more than “mark time.” In spite of the remarkable progress, we have made in other lines of endeavor, it cannot be said that the ancient architectural conventions based on old world traditions have up to the present time adapted themselves thoroughly to the new; conditions of our national life and environment. Individual architects have dealt successfully with individual problems;

First Floor Plan.

but we can hardly yet be said to have evolvbd any truly distinctive and typically national American style ot architecture. It Is possible, however, that the drift to suburban life now so noticeable, may yet bear positive fruit along this line. For in the country, man absorbs the sunshine, breathes God’s air of heaven, and is it least free to express himself; and I pity the man whose heart does not respond to the “call -of the wild,” with it# respite from the cramping and belittling effects of an unbroken residence amongst the surroundings of a crowded city life. And if a people’s architecture—as It Is certainly true —Is a mirror of the nation’s character and a reflex of Its environment, then we may hope that some day this drift “hack to nature” will bear its appropriate fruit. Even within the limits of our cities there are outlying, sparsely built districts where mapy of the delights of real country life are still available; and for a small family or a young married couple of moderate means, the little five-room cottage shown in the accompanying perspective view and floor plane offers an attractive suggestion for a-home of their own. This house is 19 feet 6 Inches wide, by 38 feet long, not Including the front porch, which gives six feet additional length to the bouse. It therefore accommodates itself well to a lot 38 feet wide. The entraaoe door at the left leads into a vestibule opening directly into the mod| Important room In the house, a commodious living room well lighted on two side# and connecting with the spacious dining room Immediately behind it The passage from the dining room to the kitchen at the rear is through the nentry. and the kitchen le also enter-

ed from a vestibule opening off the back porch. Upstairs are two large bedrooms opening directly off the hall at the stair landing. Each room is amply provided with closet accommodation, the front bedroom having two of these well-appreciated conveniences. The bathroom is also entered directly from the upstairs hall. A basement under the entire bouse provides plentiful accommodation for laundry, heating apparatus, storage purpose*

Second Floor Plan.

etc. The covered front porch, which has a substantial look about It, extends across the entire front at tbe house, and has Its own special attractiveness as an outdoor sheltered retreat for rest, recreation, or the entertainment of guests. The house can be built complete for 'about $2,200 t 052,300. $2,300.

WAXING FLOORS BY MOTOR

New Invention to Save Labor aitdl Strength Has Been Introduced In Berlin, Germany. New household uses for the electric motor are being found one by one. This time it is a machine for waxing: the floor. The apparatus, which has just been introduced in Berlin, Germany, where it was invented, consist* of an electric motor, the bottom of which is formed by a strong revolving: brush. The motor is connected with one of the electric light sockets; the chambermaid takes hold of the handle and moves the small motor from one part of the room to another until the whole floor is polished. The wax is. of course, applied before the polishing begins. Thus the work can be done much quicker, more perfectly and without any effort on the part of the operator. Every modern flat in Berlin is being provided with one of, these electrid floor polishers. In the old fashioned way the polishing of hardwood floors requires uracil labor and strength, for the floor has to be covered with wax, and tbffc must be nibbed with brushes until tile wood! Is as smooth as Ice and shines like a< huge mirror. This work takes up much time and! baa to be done quite frequently. Itt houses With large rooms It IS so difficult that the maid servants often refuse to do it and men have had to bs employed for this special purpose.

Timely Advice.

"Why, my poor man, you are starwing! Have another piece of meat? Why didn’t you stop along the road', somewhere and ask for food?” “I stopped at the doctor’s, ma’am,. Just beyond the bend in the road.” "Didn’t he give you anything?” “Just advice.” * “What did he sayr “He told me that with my tempera meat I must be careful not to eat too much.”

A Chance to Practice.

"Well, I have come to call on yofet father and ask him for your band.” “Oh. I am so glad!” “Are you really glad, dearest?" “1 certainly am; you know I have been taking lessons la first aid to the - injured.”