Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 January 1913 — Page 3

Cales of GOTHAM and other CITIES

Woodsman’s Instinct of No Use in a Big City

NEW YORK. —John H. Dawson, a West Virginia mountaineer, who, minus his shoes, stands six feet tall, and without any drapery over his herculean physique, weighs 280 pounds, and can sense his way through the most-impenetrable forest, found that the dull monotony' of ttye exterior offlat houses of New York and the endless regularity of the streets were too much for his path-finding abilities. Dawson arrived in New York the other morning to go to Binghamton, N. Y., to buy a farm. He returned late Christmas eve, having completed his purchase, jubilant over his future heme, all his pockets sagging with gifts and good cheer for his wife and seven children whom he had brought here with him. When he reached the city he found he was up against a maze of houses that no teaching of the woodsman could penetrate. Not used to such things as street numbers, the woodsman had neglected towrite down his address.

Forgets Home Number; Lands in Station House

CHICAGO.-— Because his memory deserted him at the most critical time —the time to go home —Frank H. Harlow, a manufacturer of advertising novelties, after touring the North Side in a taxicab for four hours in a vain search for his domicile, was forced to spend* the night at the Chicago avenue police station by the accommodating but irate chauffeur. When Harlow finally decided that he would go home the other night he summoned a taxicab and crawled in. “Where to?’ ’asked the chauffer. "Home," was the curt reply. “Where is home?” persisted the inquisitive driver. “Why—-er lesh see —er that’sh funny. Can’t r’member. Y’ see, just moved an’ forget where. Somewhere on North Side. We’ll find it.” The chauffeur drove to the North ■Side and Harlow kept his eye peeled for apartment houses. At last he saw one that looked like “home” and ordered the driver to stop. Out he got and into the building he went. Ten minutes the driver waited and then Harlow emerged. "They shay poshtlvely I don’t live there," he said. "Lesh go somewhere elsh.”

Ankle-Binding Skirts Keep Cars Behind Time

INDIANAPOLIS. Ind.—Tight-fitting skirts delay traction cars, and make it almost impossible for conductors and motormen to keep up to the required schedules. Especially is this true in the case of cars which make many stops. Men at the traction terminal station estimate that it takes a woman three times as long to board a car as it did in the days when they wore wide skirts. Doss Shafer, patrolman, stationed at the traction depot, is an observing man, and he has had his attention called to the tight-fitting skirt nuisance by train crews many times. He says some women trying to board a car often make from three to five attempts before succeeding. One woman with a tight skirt hob-

Hats Take Aerial Trip When Gale Hits Detroit

Detroit, mich. —unusually high winds the other day were responsible for a reat deal of sidewalk acrobatics upon the part of pedestrians who defied the gale by wearing stiff hats. At one time three men ran a foot race across Michigan avenue at Griswold street in pursuit of elusive headgear. At times It seemed as if the only way to keep an overcoat fastened in front was to nail the edges together. One of the prize feats of the wind, however, was when a chilly zephyr went ripping down Lafayette boulevard at Griswold street, tearing a Denby hat from the head of a young man. carrying it In eccentric gyrations through the air, and depositing It on- . ceremoniously upon a ledgo In front of a window on the second story of the German American bank building. < . “There it goes," yelled a portly individual who had hold of his own bat with one hand while his other hand grasped the tails of his ( overcoat in an • effort to prevent

“Xawson -left same railroad. Leaving the Hudson tube at Thirty-third street, Dawson trudged down Broadway. The simple mountaineer walked bravely along, thinking of his seven little youngsters and the faithful little mountain woman who with him had dared the terrors 'of a great and unknown city. But he had not bothered about the street address, and could not find his home. Th'e only description Dawson could give of the flat house where he had left his family was so like thousands of other flats that it was practically uselegfj. Morning found him still looking. All Christmas day, his heart as well as his body worn out by his search, he tramped through the city, looking in every house that looked like his own, expecting to see the anxious face of his wife beckoning to him.

Finally Dawson went to a police station, but it was way up in the Bronx, and the police tried in some way to get Dawson to fix a locality, but he absolutely could not. Then some one brought a newspaper into the station house. In it was an account of Dawson’s disappearance. In the first paragraph of the story the mountaineer found his address. In a minute hoi took a subway train down town. The city may be all right, says Dawson, but he feels much safer in the mountains with the wild animals.

Away they went, with Harlow peering out of the window at the buildIngs as they flashed past Again they stopped before an apartment and Harlow ambled in. “Wrong again,” said Harlow coming out. “Never saw such un’eommodatin’ people," Harlow told the driver. “Rang every bell and they got mad. Said I was crazy. Looks just like home, too. That’sh funny.” Finally the exasperated chauffeur looked at his meter. It registered four hours, a goodly number of‘miles and a considerable fare. ~ The driver bundled his fare back into the machine and drove to the Chicago avenue station. When he heard the story the next morning, Judge Maxwell discharged the prisoner.

bled to the step of a car the other day. In each hand she carried a suit case. After three attempts to board the car, jhe said with a sigh: "I don’t believe I can manage it.” It was then that Shafer stepped forward. The conductor, who was ready to start the car, grabbed the suit cases, and Doss gave the woman a boost that lifted her to the first step of the car, whence, in spite of the tight skirt, she struggled to the platform, affirmed Samuel Thrasher, caller at the traction station. "Tigh skirts certainly delay traffic." said Thrasher. “It does not seem possible, but when it is found that thirty seconds longer are required for a woman to enter a car than formerly, it is soon seen that a great deal more time is consumed at stations. Women to get on a car in tight skirts generally need help. However, some of them boost their skints to their knees and scramble on without any help. These new creations of fashions make it almost Impossible for women to step up the- fifteen to eighteen inches necessary to get upon the first step of an interurban car."

him from becoming a whirling dervish. “There it is.” said a rosy-cheeked young woman who had an Iron clutch on a white • plume and a bank of flowers which decorated t, broad-brimmed felt millinery creation. The young man who had lost the bowler stood mournfully on the edge of the walk. “How you going to get it down?asked a youth, who, in passing, noted the affair. "Walt for it to blow down, I guess,’ gloomily remarked the owner of ths hat And ho did.

Two Stable Styles in Millinery That Appear to Be Permanent

There is, quite evident, an awakening interest in the matter of millinery styles with some degree of permanence. At last season’s hat (in the nomenclature of the millinery trade) is the "deadest on earth.” But this is not altogether true, has not been in the past and will be less than ever true in the future. Women ,who own fine leghorn and panama hats are loath to have them reblocked or changed in outline, because they are beautiful in outline and quality to start with. By way of variety, they may be retrimmed from season to season. Sometimes a hat is so good from an artistic point of view, that worn or faded trimming is replaced with other exactly like it, or trimming is selected with a view to its capacity to stand cleaning. Hats modeled on those pictured by Rembrandt and Gainsborough belong to the'class which may be said to be srtWfcya. “good style.” This does not mean that they are always fashionable, it means that they must be reckoned with outside the realm of capricious fashions; that women of intelligence and fine taste will wear them at any time they see fit, regard-

MUST HANG PERFECTLY EVEN

Proper Length of the Present Short Skirt Apt to Cause Trouble for the Home Dressmaker. Now that short skirts are the correct and fashionable thing to wear, it is most important that the bottom of the skirt shall hang perfectly even, the same distance from the floor at every point. Home dressmakers will find this a somewhat difficult task if they are attempting to fit the skirt upon themselves. When making a skirt, finish it completely, excepting for the hem; then slip the skirt on and hook it in place around the waist. Now take a yardstick, place one end on the floor, pressing it against the skirt; then at the top where the stick touches the skirt make a \faint mark with a piece of tailor’s Repeat this all around the skirt and from these points measure toward the hem, marking it the length you desire. You can then turn the hem up at these marks and be sure that it is exactly even at the bottom. Walking skirts should be three inches from the floor, outing skirts four inches, and those,for indoor wear an inch and a half. Another way to mark the length of a skirt, but one which requires the aid of another person, is to take a flat piece of cardboard or a ruler and mark on it the distance the edge of the skirt is to be from the floor when finished. Place the skirt on the wearer and move the ruler around the skirt, placing pins at intervals where the mark shows the length wished. Turn the hem up at this point all around. A skirt gauge that can be bought at any department store for a small sum is ftted with a piece of tailor’s chalk fixed on a rod in such a manner that it can be lowered or raised to any length you wish. By placing this on the floor the skirt can be marked evenly as the wearer turns slowly around.

Furs In Combination.

Fur wraps and draped mantles are much in vogue, and are lovely if worn over velvet or plush frocks without other wraps or drawn about the shoulders when an evening coat or afternoon coat is discarded. They are made up in various furs, but are particularly effective in ermine, and with some costumes are admirable in mole. The enormous straight scarfs are still liked and are very cleverly worn by some women who have the knack of adjusting them. If skillfully adjusted such a scarf may be substituted for a coat

Turquoise Blue and Lavender.

Did you ever know what a piquant, Parisian touch is gained by combining turquoise blue with lavender? It was noticed on a quaint lavender and white finely striped taffeta, with an embroidered white chiffon bertha, that a girlde of turquoise blue practically made the dress.

Chains of Black Velvet Ribbon.

Black velvet ribbon chains, with slides of metal and semi-precious stones, are Very pretty hnd fashionable for a. lorgnette or watch.

less of the fashions of the moment. In Fig. 1 a Rembrandt turban is pictured made of Velvet. Two feathers only (from the pheasant) are used for trimming. Simplicity and grace are its paramount features and they are most important factors in all good millinery. In Fig. 2 a soft hat is shown, which is made of velveteen or other substantial fabrics, has no frame or wires and belongs to that order of millinery which is coming to be known as “the suit case hat” It is becoming popular to make such hats of the same fabric as the coat The hat shown is made of corduroy, the brim stiffened with an interlining and machine stitched. It is as practical as the good old-fash-ioned sunbonnet and occupies the same place in the winter wardrobe as its prototype does in that of summer. Since women are no longer satisfied with one or two hats, it would be wisdom for them to select the smart stable styles and wear them several seasons by way of change from their new hats.. For every woman wants a new hat; it is one of her dependable inspirations. JULIA BOTTOM LEY.

LAVENDER AGAIN IN FAVOR

Pleasant Scent So Popular Some Years Ago Taken Up by the Present Generation. Who does not love the faint per* fume of lavender flowers? In past generations the delicate purple blossoms, dried in the sun, were used aP most entirely by our grandmothers for perfuming their fine linen, their gowns and even their hats. Linen chests were not complete without their small bags of lavender laid between the sheets and pads of lavender between the folds of table cloths and napery. Chests where al) the lovely hand-made lingerie was kept, where the prospective bride stored the articles of her trousseau as they were finished, one by one. were plentifully supplied with lavender blossoms tied up in neat little linen bags. Then, for some reason, the fashion of perfuming with lavender went out and the more pungent and heavier scents were used. But now, with the return of fashions of other days, the vogue for lavender is with us again Truly fastidious women now have their clothing laid between pads of lavender, and pinned in the front of their gowns is a small sachet, covered with silk or linen embroidered to match the color ribbon used in the lingerie. Twelve inches of three-inch wide ribbon that has been cut in half, then sewed together on the selvage edge and fringed out on the ends, then filled with dried lavender flowers, makes the prettiest kind of a corsage sachet Little bags or flap pads of handkerchief linen, having some dainty blossoms or a pretty spray of flowers embroidered upon them, are nice for the linen chest, or to put in the drawers of the bureau where underclothing or blouses are kept. Embroidered handkerchiefs, folded over in envelope fashion, then stitched In place, make pretty sachets when filled with lavender, in fact, any small pieces of silk, ribbon or fine linen can be utilized for this purpose. Lavender flowers are quite inexpensive; the woman with a slender purse can afford sachets of this kind, and they make delightful gifts for the holiday season.

BONNET DU MATIN.

Tills dainty little boudoir cap has been fashioned out of fine net and In* sections, and has been trimmed with a fathered rouleau of satin and a wreath of silk rosea

SMILES

HELPING THE CAUSE. “A drummer,” said Metplll McCormick, “was waiting at Nola Chucky for the Southern Cannonball Limited. The .train crawled in wthut,nlne hours late—a ramshackle, clattering thing, as ridiculous as an old-fashion-ed high-wheeled bicycle. "The drummer got aboard. There seemed to be only one other passenger. The locomotive hooted, the bell clanged, the wheels spun around, and steam hissed, but the train failed to move. Then there were more hoots, more puffs and hisses, and still the train didn’t budge. Finally, after a third vain effort, the engineer got down and shouted to the passengers, whose heads stuck anxiously out of their respective windows: “-‘Say, I’ll have to ask you two gents to climb off till I get her started!’”—New York Tribune.

Literature.

Friend —Make any money on your last novel? Author—You bet! I sold that description of the Palisades in chapter three to the Quick Line railroad for 15,000; my tribute to the Piaster de Paris hotel in New York, chapter ten, brought me $3,000 from the hotel people, and the United Resorts, Ltd., paid me another thousand for my rhapsody on the sunset in the Wampegong mountains, chapter thirty, where the hero takes her in his arms. What's left of it I think I can boil down into a short story and make a ten-spot on U— Puck.

No Solace There.

"My favorite football team,” complained the gridiron enthusiast, "is losing right along this season.” "Well," said the baseball enthusiast, "it is always better do your losing early in the season." "I know that axiom goes good in baseball, but we’ve got such a darn short season.”

TRUE TO HER WORD.

"Didn’t Daisy tell you she was going to treat Jack real mean when he called?” “Yes." "Well, she sang for him all evening.” “My, oh, my! He didn’t deserve that brutality.”

Paradoxical.

I watched a girl upon the street And marveled aa, she wobbled-r How she could beat it, as she did. And yet be stralghtly hobbled.

Classifying Him.

"Brother Hardesty, can’t you make your contribution for the education of the heathen a little larger than usual this year?” “Dr. Goodman, I’m more than doubling it; I have just started that youngest boy of mine to college.”

Sophisticated.

"You haven’t asked me if you are the I have ever kissed." "It Is not necessary." "You know you are, eh?” "No, I know I’m not. You don’t kiss like an amateur. But' you have not asked me if you are the first man I have ever permitted to kiss me.” "No, that isn’t necessary, either."

Agreed.

"When one reads of unsanitary bakeries. this question of home-made bread becomes a weighty one." “It is weighty, indeed, if your wife undertakes to make it"

A Need.

“There ought to be some place where people can be treated who think they are actors.” "Well, there are plenty of places where they cure hams.”

His End.

"Jinks bad a perfect craze for antiques.” "Perhaps he had, but he need not have carried bis mania so far as to have married one.”

Seems to Know Dibble.

"Dibble says he met a girl yesterday with such glorious eyes that he has been quite daffyever since.” "I was under the Impression that it dated back much farther than that” "What are you talking aboutT’ "Dibble’s —er —daffy hood."

Sympathy and a Knock.

Tm ao sorry tor Mrs. Green." "Why?" "She. has so much trouble, poor -thing. and it’s all her own fault, ton.”

MUFFLED KNOCKS.

"You don’t know how I enjoy hearing you talk on art, Mrs. Fox by; it’s better than going to a minstrel show.” i en me wnere you ouy your cigars, old chap. I’d like to pass by tberei some day.” "Yes, indeed, Mrs. Higbsome; I think you’re quite good enough to vote. All you need is some knowledge of politics.” ”1 want to apologize, Chucksley, for having called you a red headed ignoramus; I see your hair la nearly black.” - ■■—- - "I was Just going out, Mrs. Kawler, but I'll be glad to have you come in and stay a minute or so."

WHICH?

"Don’t you think Shakespeare Smith, the poet, has an interestingly! mournful expression?" "Sure! I wonder if it is caused by* dyspepsia, due to overeating, or anemia, due to lack of food?

Woof

The men who make the "girly” show Do not do things by halves; They star a milkmaid chorus so That it can show its calves.

Beating the Game.

"Yes, sir," smiled Mr. Tyte-Phist, who was in a reminiscent mood, "when I was a youngster they played that old trick oil me. The other boys got me out in the woods one dark night to hunt snipe." I ’And they told you to hold the saisk while they went off and drove tpe snipe into it," said one of the listeners. • ' ■ "That’s right. I stayed there blamed near all night, too. But they didn't get ahead of me, just the same. I beat ’em at their own game.” , "How was that?” "I kept the sack, by gum!"

Care of Children.

"Willie, did you carry your books on the left side this morning?” demanded mother. "Y es’m.” "Very well. Now, don’t forget to carry them on the right side Monday morning.” “What difference does it make?" growled dad. “That shows what kind of a father you are," snapped mother. "If the child didn’t alternate, he might get curvature of the spine.”

Just Words.

The Agent—Then well consider that settled. The Actor—But —er—what about the contract? The Agent—Oh, that's all right! A verbal contract’ll do. The Actor—Laddie, listen. - The last time I had a verbal contract, I drew a verbal salary!—London Opinion. ■ • • ■ . • •

ALL THE MOTORIST SAW.

Parker —Tell me about Switzerland romantic Switzerland. Barker —Well, there are a few bad places as you come down the mountains, but in the main the roads are pretty good.

Not Missed.

And whan a pessimist pegs osrt. Drains Ufa's last drop and drops the CUP, _ . M*-. The hole he leaves la like the hole They put him in, ’tie soon tilled up

Literary Confidences.

Percollum—lt’s no light Job, let me tell you, to write a descriptive poem 1,500 words long, even, about a golden wedding. When I had finished this one, old chap. I was all la. Regstaff (looking it over)—Weil, comrade, that’s more than ever wll| happen to the poem.