Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 270, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 November 1912 — IS DESTINED TO STICK [ARTICLE]

IS DESTINED TO STICK

SCION OF THE HOUSE OF JONES HAB HI3 SOBRIQUET. Unfortunate Pet Name Beatowed by Fond Father Is Never Likely to Be Forgotten in the Years to Come. Unto a young couple whom well call the Joneses a son was born. Naturally it was an event that minimized the importance of everything else that had ever happened—especially in the opinion of the young mother’s folks, who closed up their houses and took up temporary residence with the Joneses so’s to be near the new-born, where they could make frequent comment on the rare sagacity he displayed. After the excitement following the discovery that he had limbs and eyes like a reg’lar baby had subsided a trifle the family connections all tried to get together on a name. Now Jones, the father of the prodigy, insisted that he wanted some plain name that could be boiled down Into a nickname of the old-fashioned, blown-in-the-bottle sort, such as Jack or Jim. His wife, however, was strong for a name such as Ronald or Marinaduke. She said if he got any ordinary name at all it would have to be one of those double names that are so popular In families where they raise children that grow up and lead cotillions. She would have called the child James Edward, for example, and uSe the full name whenever she addressed him. But Jones just naturally wouldn’t stand for it.

“Wouldn’t it sound ridiculous, now,” he pointed out, “to go out on the front porch to call the boy in from his play and say, 'Junes Edward, come In here?’ Call hrea Jim or Ed if you want to, but none o’ that double name truck. I know one man whose friends call him by two names and he always looks to me like the remnant of a discarded hypothesis.” Then the mother’s parents had a lot of fool names that they would call the helpless babe. Most of them were names that can only he used when the last is “St Clair,” like the villain in a show. Jones, being unable to carry out his own wishes in the selection of a suitable nomination, was content to postpone the christening in the hope that after a time some name might turn up on which all the relatives could agree. But the delay allowed an awful thing to happen. The young one had a funny way of screwing up its face and throwing its arms when It cried that Jones said made him think Of a bug. So he playfully got to calling his offspring by the nickname of “Bug.” The nurse took it up. Neighbors got hold of the sobriquet and they call him “Bug.” Everybody calls him “Bug.’L By the time the family agreed on a regular name for "him, the “Bug” nickname was so irrevocably established that there will be no forgetting it That child is destined to go through life with everybody addressing him as “Bug,” regardless of what may be his title in the family Bible. Some day a tall, smooth-faced man in a frock coat may arise in convention hall, mop his brow, and say: “Gentlemen, I wish to place # in nomination the name of that * sterling young patriot, Mr. Bug Jones!” The deed has been done. That “Bug” is destined to cling. Horse’s Part In War. /

“Lea grands maneuvers de pouest,” as the French maneuvers are officially termed, are unique in their way because for the first time aeroplanes are to be tried on an organized system, says the Paris correspondent of the London Telegraph. No longer will the commanders in chief be obliged to rely on the report* of the cavalry for their information on thq,enemy’s movements. t An aeroplane can do the work of a cavalry patrol in a twentieth of the time and in a far more comprehensive manner; and one thing is certain, this new development of a military science will have the effect of speeding up war and will give birth to a new school of generals, men of lightning decision, who can decide with intense rapidity what the next move on the great chessboard of war shall be. The millennium of peace seems almost to have arrived for the horse. He has practically disappeared from the scene on which he has played such a glorious role in the past. He drags nothing and he Is almost useless for scouting. The motor trolley puffs along the road, relieving him once and for all from the sore backs of his progenitors, and the aeroplane soaring overhead leaves him hopelessly In the rear if he endeavors to ascertain the movements of the enemy