Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 235, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 October 1911 — Page 3

ALL FANCIFUL IN VOGUE

BEASON'S BLOUSES MUST BE OF UNUSUAL DESIGN. However, Too Much Contract Between the Bodice and the Coat Sult Is to Be Avoided—Some Possible Good Effects. Never was more art shown in the making of blouses than now. The conventional style has no place in the realm of fashion. Cut, texture and coloring are all fanciful—in fact, the popular choice Is all for the unusual thing. Yet the compact, girlish lines of past seasons are still preserved, and this despite incrustations of the richest trimming. Strictly speaking from the fashionable point of view, a broad contrast between the bodice and the coat suit Is not allowable except In the case of

The Waist for Various Informal Functions.

the all-white blouse. The material of the fancy waist Is different from that of the suit, but In color or trimming it matches, and this is needed for harmonious sequence. Where the bodice contrasts in color it still harmonizes with the gown tone, and the note of it may be repeated in the hat and coat trimmings. For example, with the brown or gray coat suit it is possible to wear a waist in that übiquitous shade of purple known as "coronation;” but the hat will match, and Often the gloves and shoes. The waist itself will be of ferepe and made in a very soft and clinging style. The white marquisette that reigned so long for the finer bodices is being replaced by colored marquisette, 'the delicate material now coming in all

THIMBLE PARTY THE LATEST

Pleasant Method of Entertaining a Guest or for the Passing of Pleasant Afternoon. / If a girt friend is visiting you for a lbw days and you are not in a position to give a formal affair in her honor, invite some of the girls you know for a porch thimble party. Ip extending the Invitation ask them to bring their needlework for a chatty afternoon and allow no trace of formality to enter into the appointments, the introduction or the serving of the refreshments. Arrange the jporch Chairs in a circle or half circle, pile them with pillows and have handy all the sewing requisites, such as beedies, different sizes of white thread, thimbles and plain embroidery scissors. A guest often neglects to place one or the other of these in her work bag and will be grateful for the thoughtfulness of the hostess in supplying them without the trouble of explanation. Ask the complimented guest to move about among the girls and talk with them all, so that congeniality may predominate throughout the circle. A graphophone will add merriment to the occasion and keep pleasant chatter going. Refreshments may be very light, consisting of dainty sandwiches, ice cream or ices and cake and fruit punch. Ice cream and cake is quite enough at one of these “drop J-in" parties. Later in the afternoon, if your visItor sings or plays, ask her to favor the guests. When she has responded extend the invitation to any other musician present.

FASHIONS OF THE MOMENT

the shades of the new gown textures. But this Is made resplendent with embroideries in Turkish colors, and the same gorgeous needlework will show on every gauzy fabric that permits it The linings for the thinker waist textures are all odd, English eyelet, lace, fishnet, brussels net, and point d’esprit , being used. Lovely effects are made with the new one-sided jabot, and if the waist is for house use it is pretty apt to display one or two of the huge directoire revers, this being always In a note different from that of the waist proper. On a waist of saffron-colored morale cloth, w|th a side frill of fine plaited white muslin, there was a single one of these great revers in black satin. Where an evenly-balanced effect is liked at ttw> front of the waist there are rucbings put down the button flap that give a very dressy look and are the proper touches for a high stock and long sleeves. An exceedingly valuable kink which is to be continued is the jumper in thin material women have found so useful these past seasons. The little smarteners are still seen in black and colored chiffons and veilings, and they seem to look well over any sort of a bodice. The waist shown in the illustration Is of gray marquisette with a trimming of guipure in exactly the same color. The undersleeves are of a thinner white lace and the skirt is of gray silk. The pretty get-up in its entirety demonstrates the sort of thing many women need for the various social functions that do not call for full dress, and if the bodice is wanted In odd form the style is equally adapted to this.

RUFFLE COMES INTO ITS OWN

Pretty Style of Long Ago Has Returned to, Popular Favor, and Will Be Welcomed. There is a decided change noticeable at the bottom of the skirts of new models. Especially true is this on evening gowns and frocks for dressy afternoon wear and the answer to the question is—ruffles. Not fluffy rufflies, but scant, flat rufflies of lace or net placed on skirts beneath tunics or over drapery and adhering to the still popular straight lines of the costume. Sometimes the ruffles are visible only at one side under a crossed tunic. At other times the entire lower part of the skirt is slightly “bouffant" as the French would say, due to three or five ruffles of lace, tulle or net. Sleeves are made of overlapped ruffles under drapery, perhaps. Fichus are edged with ruffles and certainly you have noticed the use of ruffles and plaitings of narrow lace on the crowns and brims of hats. Feminine styles are more frilly and feminine than those of last year. Some of us deplore the reversion to 1860 models, but it is to be expected after the extreme “pipestem” effects that have annoyed and, disgusted some of the onlookers. Remember that ruffles must not bo applied |n only fullness.« The scant frill, ruffle or plaiting is the thing, but it is here for all ages and types.

Velvets Are Coming,

We are bound to see a great many velvet coats this coming season, and velveteen—they are even now appearing on cool evenings among smart folk at mountain resorts, thrown over lingerie gowns, when the contrast is charmingly effective.

IN VIOLET MARQUISETTE

This original waist Is of violet marquisette with odd yoke of black mousseline de sole embroidered, in colored beads. The little gulmpe, the sleeve bands and cuffs are of white lace, the girdle is of btack satin.

Daintily Dazzling.

One of the new nair ornaments which will presently be on sale is daintily dazzling, and the “young person” may wear it when her mamma sports a blaze of dlamords above her brow. This novelty is in the shape ot a fillet and it Is powdered all over with diamond dust At a little dl» tance the effect Is as of strings el gems shining tn the hair.

HOW ATHLETICS SECURED STAR INFIELDER.

Connie Mack can thank his lucky stars that Jake Weitzel, who owns the ‘ Reading team, is a game one and a man who knows what the deuce he is talking about. All of which is a little prologue to Informing the fans that every time they see Frank Baker wallop the ball out of the lot they want to do a little of the thanksgiving to Jakle. Baker was with the Reading team third basing. Connie heard about him, as Indeed, he hears about all of them, and he quietly hustled around and got stacks of dope about the kid. Most of the wise guys told Connie to keep off the young man, and take a wizard named Rath instead.

GIANTS SHORTSTOP IS STAR

Arthur Fletcher, Secured by McGraw From Dallas, Tex., Develops Into Brilliant Fielder. Among the star shortstops In the National league this season there are few possessed of the brilliancy and grace of Arthur Fletcher, Johnny Mc-

Arthur Fletcher.

Graw’s dashing inner worker. For Fletcher to depose men of the caliber Qf Devlin and Brldwell he had to go some, but there is no gainsaying that Fletcher has strengthened the Giants considerably. McGraw was willing to sacrifice anything for speed, and in Fletcher he has one of the fastest inflelders in the National league circuit Fletcher is a natural infielder, if ever there was one, and the grace wjth which he fields his position has been a feature of New York's game since he went to short He has frequently been compared to Larry Lajoie as a fielder, in that he makes the most difficult plays with little effort. Last season Arthur showed lots of promise In the field, but did not loom up particularly strong with the willow. He was well down in the list and batted only .224 tn forty-four games. This season, however, Fletcher has been one of the most consistent clubbers In the McGraw ranks. He is now hitting .324, Chief Myers being the only Giant with a higher average. Among the National league regulars Fletcher stands fifth. As a base runner Fletcher fits In well with the other speed boys who compose McGraw’s team. He has stolen twelve bases, but has not taken part tn near as many games as Devore, Snodgrass and the other men much higher up. In many of Fletcher’s games he played only the last

Frank Baker, Crack Third Baseman.

Jennings is to turn to his younger pitchers. Lee Tannehill is coming in for his annual retirement again. Mu|len says Harry Lord throws an easy ball to catch at first ■ If Ping Bodie has an off day at bat he makes a flashy catch. Always busy. Fred Clarke sent Gibson In to steady O’Toole on his first appearance in Boston. t Accusing Mordecai Brown of yellowness sounds like a first-class joke to Chicago fans. Recruits for the Cubs will be tried under fire If anything goes wrong with the regulars. Jimmy Doyle has a pretty throw to first It Is like Steinfeldt’s line shot but not quite so accurate. It will be funny when the umps anannounce: “Mr. Lajoie will now bat for Ten Million,” when as a matter of fact the big Napoleon seldom hits over .450. Armadillo Marsans, Cuban player, would make a great hitter if he would use a bat He bats with a tootpick, weighing about one-third as much as a regulation stick. Pitcher C. E. Gotchy of Bellingham, Wash., is the newest Nap In camp. The new Nap Is a stocky chap. He appears to be strong as a bull. Friends of Jim McGuire, who recommended the kid, claim that he has "the makings.” Thomas Carney, catcher of the Saskatoon team In the Western Cabadiad league has been sold to the Chicago American League baseball club for $1,600. He Is twenty-one years ot age and this is his first year In professional baseball. The Naps still have a chance to get revenge on the Cincinnati Reds tor the way they were treated in the series for the championship of the state last fall. The management of the two clubs are now considering the proposition to have the two clubs meet again this fall for the supremacy ot Ohio. A definite decision will be reached later.

The lean leader was a bit puzzled at that. He met Weitzel. “I’ll sell you that chap for so much money,” jiald Jake, “and If he don’t make good and be a howling sensation, I’ll buy him back from you for just twice the amount of kale that you swap for him.” Connie purchased Baker, and It is obvious that Weitzel hasn’t a chance to repurchase the terror of Trappe for ten times what he cost Cornelius. Rath came to the champions, and while he was fast and all that, he Is now down among the warbling Orioles, proving that the judgment of some wise guys isn’t worth a nickel on a million dollars. '

few Innings, while in others he acted only as a pinch runner. Fletcher was procured by the Giants in the spring of 1909 from the Dallas (Tex.) league chib. The youngster made such a big impression on McGlraw when the Giants were training In the Lone Star state that he was signed and brought north. Dallas was Fletcher’s first professional engagement, but prior to that he played in a trolley league In St. Louis. He halls from Collingswood, Ill* which is across the river from the Mound City.

DIAMOND GOSSIP

ON SQUAW MOUNTAIN

••Hello! Hello!" -v 2 Jerome Henderson's strong clear tones carried down the slope of the mountain. The girl, clinging to the ledge not many feet below, looked up and then bowed her head on the hard slate as if utterly exhausted. “I’ll, come down. Keep your nerve,” called the young man, trumpet-wise through his hands. Stepping hastily into the little cabin which constituted for the time being, his home on the top of Squaw Mountain, he laid aside the glasses with which he had been scanning the landscape for forest fires, and slipped into his mountain boots. Then, with another shout of assurance to the girl below, he began his descent He had been fire warden on Squaw mountain for nearly three weeks and this was the first person who had come under his notice. The ascent of the mountain from the shore of the beautiful lake below was not hazardous, but It was tedious and it was seldom that tourists made it during the hot months of July and August And it was during these months, when forest fires raged all about the state, that a fire warden was stationed on the summit of the peak. Henderson called out occasionally to the girl whom he was going to assist, but she did not answer. He decided that she must be well nigh exhausted after so long a climb on a hot day. As he passed a spring, the young fellow filled his cap with water in case he might need It when he reached the girl. At last he found himself on the ledge beside her and even then he could get no word from her. Her head was bowed on her arms folded across the rock and her basket of terries had tumbled down the mountain side. Lifting her hair, Henderson bathed her brow with his dampened handkerchief. Presently the girl opened her eyes and looked about “Oh,” she Said at last naif dazedly. “You —you found me!” In a less serious moment the young man would have accused her of asking a foolish question; as it was he refrained. z ' “How did you come so far alone?” he asked when he had found a safe seat for her. "I was blue-berrying and before I knew it I was—lost What time Is it?” she asked. “Nearly four o’clock and you can’t possibly return tonight—you are exhausted,” Henderson told her as gently as he could. “It Is miles to the foot of the mountain." The girl turned pale again- “But—** she hesitated and looked about her., “Who are you and w«y are you here?” she asked as If only now she were beginning to realize her situation and the strangeness of having found a human being near her. ' “I am Jerome Henderson, flhe warden during my college vacation. In looking about for fresh fires I spied you down the slope here. I could see uo companion with you and —I called out. That’s all.” “Do you live up there T’ she asked, looking far up at thv peak above her. "At least, I exist for two months—but it’s good pay,” he said, half laughing, “and It’s novel.” The girl bathed her hot face and hands with the cool spring water and even through the sunburn the man beside her could See her fresh beauty. “Ttyen —I’ll have to sleep here?” she asked, her voice wavering as she thought of the dark shadows tpat would soon fall all about her. "No; as soon as you are.rested, I will help you up to my cabin and you may remain there. I’ll go down for the night and you’ll be as safe as a child in its mother’s arms. But —Til have to ask you to dd duty for me. The fires are bad just now, and I have to report any fresh evidences I see." i “I —I’ll do what I can but—you?” she asked, looking at him with wide eyes. “Oh, I’ll make the descent all right. Fm accustomed to it and I can take a message to your people,” he assured her! “Yes,” she cried, “that has wqgrled me so. I’m visiting friends at Moosley Camp. They have a ’phone.” “Good,” exclaimed Henderson. “So hate I! Up there in my little cabin I have a telephone so as to report the fires and as soon as we reach the top you shall call up your friends." As If the relief of mind refreshed her body, the girl rose to her feet and tied her hat mor% securely under her chin. For o&e moment she looked ruefully at the basket of berries scattered down the slope. Then she laughed—and the echo came back to them both. "All my day's work!” she said. “Never mind, you can get more on your way down tomorrow," Henderson said. "Now, are you ready T’ “Quite. Oh, I cannot thank you enough for finding me. I don’t —” He interrupted her. “Save your energy for the climb. I don’t want any more thanks than your effort to make the cabin safely,” he said. In silence they wound their way to the flat surfac? of Squaw mountain, where the fire warden's tiny cabin nestled under the evergreens. “How perfectly darling!" exclaimed the girl when she beheld the miniature house. "And you live here quite alone?” she asked

By DOROTHY BLACKMORE

“Entirely. I cook, wash, clean bouse —do everything myself,” hfe told her, laughing. “Don’t you smell the coffee now?" The girl sniffed. “I surely do—and you put it on before you came down!* She looked at him In wonder. How could a man be so thoughtful? "The telephone Is just Inside so ts you wDI call up your friends, I’ll prepare supper and then start down the mountain. Assure them that you are absolutely safe and—that 1 have come down to the village,” he added. The girl would have remonstrated but she knew It was useless. She tried several times ,to speak—-to try to find some other way out of the predicament, but on each occasion she was completely silenced by his hand and look. During the little supper which Henderson spread on the tiny rustic table she told him that she was Helena Armstrong and many other interesting things—things that might have been less entertaining to someone who was not sb completely charmed by her. That her home was not farther thafi fifty miles from Boston, where he spent nine months of the year in college, he was more than happy to learn. When they had finished the little meal they sat out on the rustic lookout and watched the young silver moon slip Into the sky. "I’ve never seen anything so lovely In my life,” Helena whispered as ts she were afraid to speak aloud. "It wso peaceful—so beautiful!" “It has never seemed so beautiful before,” the young man ventured; “but—l must be on my way. I’ll take my lantern. You won’t be afraid for there is nothing in the world to harm you up here. Just <eep watch until you retire and if you see fresh smoke in any direction other than the ones I have pointed out to you, telephone to me. I’ve left the number Inside." He entered the cabin and came forth presently with a lantern and his cap. Helena trembled, but she tried not to let him see it The prospect of a night alone on the top of a mountain was overpoweringly dreadful, but it could not be helped. She put out her hand to him. "I—l don't know what to say," she faltered. “Say nothing but that you’ll be glad to see me—tn the morning," hre said, gaily. “You’ll find plenty to eat in the cupboard and you'll sleep like a log up here In this wonderful air. Good night” “Good night" Helena echoed in a small voice as he left her standing alone on the tiny porch in the light of the silver moon. “Good night" she called after him. He waved his lantern and was gone. Helena did not allow herself to think of the loneliness of it aIL She hurried inside and, by the light of the small lamp, read till she was sleepy. Then she lay down on the camp bed and slept like a baby. It was her first night on a mountain top and whether it was the air or tne height or the wonderful peace of it all she never knew, but something in that night bewitched her and in the morning she knew that she had met her mate in this young fire warden of Squaw Mountain. it was two years later that she—with Jerome Henderson, her husband —sat down in the same rustic cabin to eat their wedding supper and begin their honeymoon.

A lecturer w>o had for several minutes harangued Ms audience on the beauties of politeness was interrupted by a man who rose and said: “That’s all very well—mighty fine talkin', an’ all that; but in this town politeness doesn’t pay." "You are mistaken, sir,” the lecturer answered; “politeness pays in any and all towns." "No; you are wrong,” the interrupter persisted. "It doesn’t pay here. I’ll, tell you why. For some time I have been eating at a lunch counter round yonder, and I noticed that every man sat up to the counter with his hat on; and, as I wasn’t brought up that way, I though I would take off my hat, and I did so." £ “Well, but did anyone object?’’ the lecturer asked. "Oh, no, there was no objection; but, you see, some fellow stole my hat"

“We saw a water spout.” . J "What did it look llker "Looked to me as if the breeces had ceased to sweep the waves and were experimenting with the vacuum, process.” '

“Does Mrs. Flibbertson carry her head high?” "I should say so! She holds the chin altitude record for the entire town."

"Yet they say the widower, who has just got married again, was all broken up when his first wife diod£ "Then if he was all broken up, that was a good reason why he should bo repaired” Bluebeard explained: - "They always wanted more closet' room, and now they have it.” be cried. Thus the forbidden chamber was a*» counted for.—New York Sun, -'♦••J- <4?«> > r.-jlWffi.,

Politeness Did Not Pay.

Cleaning Methods.

Hauteur.

Good Reasons.