Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 120, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 May 1913 — Page 2

MORNING WITH THE GEESE IN THE TAUNUS

———-i N and around a picturesque u f village on the verge of the ■ I Taunus mountains, north of Frankfort, may be witII nessed In summer time Jil. the daily migration of ■ hundreds of geese from their confined quarters in the cottage yards to the green uplands above the hamlet. To one unaccustomed to the sight it is a quaint and interesting spectacle to watch the passing of such a flock on the highway and to follow it until the goal is reached. In the summer days the work of the village begins very early. The men go to the fields to guide the plow or prune fruit trees. Buxom women are seen walking to the allotments nearer home. Girls help in the fields and the children go to school. The youngest of these are liberated early; they must not be cooped up in a schoolroom in the heat of the day, so they are free to help in various easy ways in the work of the village. If you enter this Hessian hamlet at half-past nine you find quite a commotion, and you hear the cackling of large numbers of geese. From nearly every cottage gateway come geese, in twos, threes, tens and sometimes twenty, each with a dab of gay color on its wing, the mark of ownership. The housewife or her children “shoo” them out into the road, and soon the village is alive with them. The older members of the flock soon steer in the direction of the well-known pond, but the young recruits are very unruly and want to sample the contents of the gutter, or to invade the yards higher up the street. But here comes Gretchen, one of the daily drivers of the geese. With a wisp of birch she gathers these wilful ones from under the great farm wagons and out of the gutter, and moves them along towards the old castle, where the noise of a rattle announces that Hans has already started with the main flock. There he is, near one of the four fine towers of the old Schloss, his coat thrown over one shoulder, stick in one hand, birch switch in the other, and his rattle under his arm. Gretchen adds her con-

ONCE PATRIOTS WERE FOOLED

Had Struck a Lazy Neighborhood and Nobody Would Order Him to Stop Hia Work. In the opinion of friends and enemies alike Patrick was the laziest white man that ever drew breath. It was one of the anomalies of Patrick’s existence that the only firm with whom he could hold a job was a coal company whose strenuous methods sometimes compelled him to be out delivering coal at seven o'clock in the morning. Certain of the company’s customers ,az*d their neighbors resented that inhuman activity almost as much as Patrick did. The first rattling of coal down the iron chute banished sleep, and irate aristocrats who could afford the luxury of a morning snooze popped their heads out of the window and ordered Patrick to postpone his labors until a more reasonable hour.

DISABLED, BUT NOT KILLED

Bullet Puts Soldier Hit Out of Action, but He Generally Recovers From Wound. Medical reports from the Balkan war show the comparative humaneness of modern weapons. In spite of terrific artillery duels and occasional , bayonet work most wounds are inflicted by rifle fire, and the modern rifle l|s a mild and humane thing compared I with the old-lime musket

tlngent to his, Julie and Rosine join them with other straggling cacklers, Karl, Moritz and Ernest must be in at the drive, and before long the last houses of the village are left behind and six hundred geese begin to .climb the dusty road that leads to the pond. Hans has a shaggy-coated dog. He carries a stick in his mouth. His services are really not required, and he gladly walks quietly with the drivers. The children keep the geese from straying from the road on to the tempting herbage of the banks, and progress is slowly made under the increasing heat of the sun. The passage of so many hundreds of webbed feet raises a dust, so that by the time the top of the hill is reached it is very pleasant for all to leave the road and turn on to the turfy ground, in the direction of the longed-for water and the tree-shaded boggy land. And now the older geese, the knowing ones, may be seen to hurry forward, quite outstripping the main flock, for the goal is near. They see water ahead. Their quick waddle becomes a

half-flight, until, with a joyful rush, they dive into the cool waters of the pond, making rippling eddies as they swim. Willows and poplars shade the south bank, green weeds and rushes harbor insect food, and acres of swampy land are backed by pleasant coppiced knolls. It is the promised land. Here comes the main flock; rushing, cackling, splashing they go into the pond until it is seething with life. The early comers have swum across and are out again on the further side, grubbing in the grass-land. Hans throws himself on the ground to rest after the dusty walk. His dog stays with him. They spend the day with the geese. Gretchen has other work to do in the village, and after a short rest she slowly trudges home again, accompanied by some of the children. But out here with the geese we stay for a while, enjoying the air. White fleecy clouds float in the blue sky, reminding one of the poetical Italian saying: “Lt Madonna fa la lana.” From the edge of the forest near by comes the scent of the firs.

Patrick never disregarded that command. Backed up by a united neighborhood, he could afford to be lazy, so he curled up on the driver’s seat and slept until the street was astir. Fortified by previous experience, Patrick accepted a recent order for early service with comparative cheerfulness. He reported at the coal yard in good time, and at seven o’clock the first shovelful of coal awoke echoes in a quiet residential street. Having fired his first shot, Patrick closed the chute and awaited the usual command. It did not come. He let fly another volley. Still no tousled heads, no angry voices. Another shovelful, and still another, and another broke the stillness. Patrick looked despairingly at the lifeless windows. “For the love of Mike!” he groaned. “Ain’t any of youse people got spunk enough to order me to stop shoveling coal at seven o'clock in the morning?” i

The modern bullet is small, hard, and moves at great speed. At ordinary range it drills a small, clean hole. Which disables the wounded man for a time. It carries no fragments of clothing into the body, and the heat of its passage sterilizes the wound it makes. Even wounds through the bowels are no longer a passport to death. Most men so wounded recover without operation. An asceptic bandage, rest, starvation, and proper nursing bring most cases through.

all. So passes the day. At five o’clock in the evening Hans sends his gentle dog to gather together his great white family. Soon the air is full of sound. The flock is in the move. The journey home is all down hill and .tjie sun’s heat is spent The geese have had a good day. As the village is reached they need no herding into their own yards.

ADDITION TO WAR’S HORRORS

English Chemist Has Produced Gas, Which Set on Fire, Can Not Be Extinguished. Ernest Welsh, a chemist of Hull, England, has invented a remarkable machine gun which is discharged by gas, which will send projectiles five miles in a minute, and the projectiles set on fire anything they may strike. In appearance the new weapon resembles somewhat the Maxim gun, and the mechanism, according to Mr. Welsh, consists in part of three generators which manufactures three distinct gases, whose nature he keeps as his secret He was willing to admit, however, that it had taken him 13 years to find out the different gases. “A feature of these,” he went on, “is that they will ignite on water, but one problem I have not yet solved is how to extinguish the flames which they cause. The projectiles are not large; It is the stuff they contain that does the mischief.” Mr. Welsh added with some pride: “I have also perfected a shot for bringing down aeroplanes. You don’t have to fire accurately at the machine. The gases are enough to suffocate any one within the area of their scope.”

Both Theories.

Mrs. Knicker —This frock is a creation. Knicker —Does that mean it was made in six days or that it will take me several hundred million years to pay for it? —Puck.

Apparently nobody had. Patrick had at last struck a neighborhood which, while arousing resentment, commanded his deepest respect. The entire population was too lazy to get up and bid him stop working, and his labors proceeded without the customary respite.

America’s Privilege.

Our country should never forget what a proud privilege and what an inestimable blessing it is not to need and not to have big armies or navies to support. It should seek to influence mankind not by heavy artillery, but by good example and wise counsel. It should see its highest glory, not in battles won but in wars prevented.—Carl Schurz.

Pompous Coal Horse.

“A coal horse,” said the magistrate, “has a pompous stride. There is more dignity about a coal horse than there is about a provincial mayor.”

War never can be made a gentle, ladylike occupation. But a world of needless horrors have been eliminated from some phases of war, and progress at this time is not yet at an end.

Not Much of a Saving.

Old Bachelor —Now that you are married you don’t have to sand your garments out any more to be mended, I presume. Married Friend —No, I don’t have to send them out now. My wife always has the house full of sewing women.

FRENCH PASTRIES IN DEMAND

First Served by Fashionable Hotels, They Have Been Taken Up by Hostesses Who Are Up to Date. The increase in the number of good patisserie shops where really delicious French pastries can be purchased probably accounts for the serving of French pastries for dessert at the home table just as they have been Served for years in the big hotels and restaurants. There a special boy goes about with a huge silver platter filled with concoctions that make the mouth water and the purse strings open. When the diner or luncher chooses the sort he desires the boy deftly removes it with a wide bladed silver knife. Nowadays the home hostess has the maid pass French pastries at luncheon and dinner. They are passed on a big platter and naturally each guest chooses the particular sort which appeals to him. Many of them ate—eimply—boat shaped shells of puff paste filled with fruit of some sort. Grapes, covered with rich syrup, are sometimes used for filling; and strawberries, luscious and ripe, combined with a syrup, can also be used. Some of the pastries are made in layers of puff paste with an appetizing and delicate cream or almond paste or fruit- filling between. These interesting pastries really help to solve one of the housewife’s many worries, for they constitute a dessert which is easily procured and which is a welcome relief from ices and creams and the more usual sweets served. —New York Times.

Occasionally a timber team emerges from the wood and passes by the high road to the village below. Or a load o f brushwood may be seen in the distance, drawn by two patient oxen towards the farmstead on the uplands. All else la stillness, save for the cackling of the flock, and even this is almost stilled as noonday approaches and the heat stills

GET BUSY WITH CHAFING DISH

Many Delicious .Concoctions May Be Prepared for the Late or Sunday Night Supper. A light, but fairly substantial edible, served piping hot, directly from a chafing dish, adds immensely to the informal. Sunday night supper. Creamed salmon is delicious and is easy to prepare in a chafing dish. Use the hotwater pan first, brown a little butter and sprinkle crumbed bread into it, turning over until crisp. Set these crisped crumbs aside and proceed, with the blazer pan, to make a simple bechamel or cream sauce, first melting a tablespoon of butter, stirring in a tablespoon of flour and adding a ecant cup of milk. Season this fairly-thick white sauce with salt, pepper and a few drops of lemon juice. Stir in a can of salmon and when steaming hot and ready to serve, shake over the top the browned crumbs. The creamed salmon may be served without the bread crumbs, but they add an appetizing flavor,* suggestive of the browned crust over a hot dish prepared in the oven.

From the Caterer we take the following recipe, and for family use each can reduce the quantities to suit. Even in using the leaves and poorer parts of one head only the recipes of the best chefs will be a good foundation for experiment and adaptation Remove the outside stalks from 12 heads of celery, keeping the hearts to be eaten raw. Cut up these stalks in small pieces, wash well, drain and set In a pan with a piece of butter; cover the pan and cook over a slow fire. When the celery is nearly done, moisten with one gallon of lightly thickened chicken or veal stock, allow to cook for 15 minutes, and then rub through a fine sieve; pour the soup into a clean pan, let boil and clean from scum. Season with salt, pepper and a pinch of sugar, and before serving bind with one pint of cream, six eggs and four ounces of butter. Serve small fried crusts of bread separately.

801 l a pint of broth or water with a small bunch of celery, half a teaspoonful of salt, quarter saltspoonful of pepper and a tablespoonful of vinegar. Cut the steaks in suitable pieces and put the fragments and bones in the boiling liquid. Place the salmon in a clean saucepan and strain the over it; cover and let boll briskly for ten minutes. Serve In a deep dish with the liquor instead of sauce. The full flavor and the richness of the fish are preserved in this dish.

Two quarts rhubarb, two pints sugar, two oranges, juice of one and grated rind of one; one cupful chopped raisins. Cut the rhubarb in pieces, cover it with sugar and let it stand over night, then add other fruit and cook until thick. It can be made without raisins. M

Steam a dozen large prunes, until they are puffy; then cool and remove the pits. Cut the prunes in two and mix with an equal quantity of orange pulp. Whdn serving, place a tablespoonful of tart boiled dressing, mixed with whipped cream, on each helping.

Cream of Celery.

Jelly Oustards.

One scant coffee ct>p sugar, one-half cup acid jelly, one heaping tablespoon cornstarch, two cups sweet milk, yolks two eggs beaten light, butter the size of walnut. Sift cornstarch and sugar into a bowl, pour the milk over this, beating constantly to prevent lumping, then add the well beaten egg yolkp. Place jelly and butter on stove to melt and beat them slowly into the first ingredients. Set on stove and cook until mixture begins to thicken; stir continually to prevent scorching. Pour into a baked crust and make meringue for top of whites. Set in oven for a few minutes until golden brown. It must be perfectly cold before serving.

Boiled Salmon Steak.

Marmalade of Rhubarb.

Orange and Prune Salad.

Grip Ghroqgh Old Mexico

OUT of the land of the “Greaser” and into the domain of the descendants of Montezuma rode a party of American civil and mining engineers one day in December. From the Texas border the party went by rail to Mexico City where a week was spent in seeing the sights of the Mexican capital. . When the outfit of the party had been assembled, and servants hired, preparations were made to leave the capital over a narrow gauge railroad to Puebla, in the state of the same name. Like many of the prosperous Mexican mining towns tucked away in the mountains, the general public has heard very little of Puebla except through the dispatches of the “war correspondents.” It is a city of 92,000 Inhabitants. The shops ,cater to the love of finery which has descended to the natives from the Spanish don. Everywhere can be seen Americana, most of whom are interested in some mining venture in the nearby mountains. On the way to Puebla the famous Tehuacan Springs are passed and the drinking water furnished tourists for a hundred miles along the railroad is from the springs. No one seems to know just; why the water is healthful but popular opinion says it is. After leaving Puebla the party continued alonjl the railroad to Etla. Once the center of onyx mining, this little village has lost much of the snap and enterprise that foreign adventurers gave it in the past. It is a sleepy town now. Oaxaca, home of the Diaz family and center of innumerable revolutions, was reached early one morning. When within 10 miles or so of the city, runners frotti all of the hotels in Oaxaca came on board and tried to book the party for their respective houses. At the train muscular peons took charge of luggage which was heavy and numerous. These short, sturdy natives had no difficulty in slinging a trunk weighing 175 pounds onto a strap which they supported by a band around their foreheads. They carried the trunks up the rough mountain trail to the hotel, which was perched on a small peak overlooking the lowland. They didn’t stop when they had reached the crest, but continued to the second floor of the hotel before taking the trunks from their straps. Oaxaca and Vicinity. Oaxaca is the chief town of the state of Oaxaca. It is now a city of 32,000 persons. Juarez, revolutionist or savior—it depends upon your politics in Mexico —lived there. It is about 7,000 feet aboye sea level. Americans are numerous, as there are many silver and gold mines in the vicinity. Just south of Oaxaca are many plantations that raise cotton, sugar cane and coffee. At Oaxaca the travelers left the railroad and climbed the mountain trail to Mlahuatlan. This town, situated about 70 miles from Oaxaca, Aas an electric lighting system. The road kept getting rougher. Finally it was necessary to forsake the horses and hire ox carts. This plan worked fine until, thoughtlessly, the drivers were given some advance wages. Too much pttlque left the party without drivers, so an engineer was drafted as ox -driver. The next day all of the drivers returned for their jobs, and were hired of course. The engineer crawled 40 miles up lite mountains to the crest where a fine piece of timber land, 13,000 acres, was situated. Part of this timber, which was all white pine, had been operated for turpentine. The forsaken still of the operators was found and later it was learned that the venture had been a failure. There was no way to get the turpentine to market Several days were spent in this place of timber and during the time villagers made life unpleasant for the men, who were surveying the tract. They insisted, begged and threatened the engineers to give them the bettet of the deal. Disputes became frequent till finally a magistrate was found to settle them Ambrosio* Cortes, over

MEXICAN MARKET PLAZA

100 years old, a direct descendant of the Spanish conqueror, was the oracle. He is a fine, intelligent specimen of manhood with all the fiery hauteur of his noted ancestor in his glance. His judgment was fair and final. The timber here was magnificent. Some of the trees would cut out nine 16-foot logs without hitting a branch. They are as straight as many telegraph poles, and straighter than many others. Natives Are Poor. It was now that observation of the peons was most easily made. Little indications of any slavery were present. Of course they are very poor. A hut made of poles and thatched with, coarse grass forms the dwelling. Only one room is made in the house. Contrary to tradition and some recent writings, these peons are not “greasers.” They differ much from the cattle-roping Mexican of the border. They are straight and cleanlimbed. The muscles on both men and women are like those of an athlete. Wherever there is a mountain stream, there you may see men and women taking their dally bath. They wash clothes in the streams also. Even the servants which were hired, by the day for 50 cents “Mex” or 25 cents in American money, put on a spotless white cotton suit every morning before chopping wood for the breakfast fire. Everyone seems to dress in white cotton. The men wear loose trousers resembling pajamas, and shirt-like coats. The women have no set custom in dressing. Next to the corn tortillas, the natives like eggs better than any other article of food. Every hut is surrounded by a dozen or more chickens. Dogs are without number. The Mexican of the mountains is a vegetarian, as one could tell easily if he ever watched a whole family digging beans from an earthen vessel. The dishes of most families are limited to three or four rough earthen pots and every one eats out of these utensils. s During a stay ,of several weeks in the wildest part of Mexico the party did not meet a single wild animal. A frightened deer was seen once. Snakes are almost unknown in southern Mexico. The famed and dangerous tarantula of the plains was also absent Everpresent however, was the maguey plant which furnishes all classes of Mexicans with intoxicating drinks. Pulque and mescal are made from this plant The first is a fermented drink, the latter distilled one. Either is sufficiently fiery to pass as a substitute for alcohol. On the return trip a couple of days were spent at Oaxaca viewing the ruins of Mitla which have puzzled archeologists for years. It is said that Cortez found the ruins in 1520. Humboldt who traveled through Mexico in 1729, visited them. His name can still be seen carved in the bark of a tule tree. Some of the rooms in the ruined building are quite intact. On the walls are many finely executed carvings which resemble somewhat those of the Egyptians. No one, even in the vicinity, seems to have the threads of the tradition which sometime must have surrounded the pile of stone.

According to Professor Rosier, in Encyclopedia Britannica, the Bulgars were originally a people pt Finnish, or Samoyeds, race. The Bulgars are not ethnologically related to the AngloSaxons, Dutch, Swedes, Danes and Norwegians, who are people of pure Teutonic or Scandinavian stock. The Bulgars, to the extent that they have Finnish blood in their veins, belong to the Yellow, or Mongolian breed, while the races just enumerated are the very cream of the white breed of men. On account, however, of the endless mining that has gone on during the time that has elapsed since the Bulgars broke into Europe, it would be difficult to say what sort of blood at present predominates in them.

Bulgars as a People.