Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 146, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 June 1913 — Page 3

STO RIES from the BIGCITIES

New York’s Second Hand Queen Moves Up Town

NEW YORK.’—A new woman merchant has just moved from downtown into the theatrical district of West Forty-second street. She is Mary J. McShane, who lived next door to "Paddy” Divver’s where, at No. 5 Madison street, she did a thriving Ibusiness for thirty-seven years, bought the land occupied by her store and reared a family of ten children. ‘Til tell you how I did it all,” she ®ald the other day. "I was a child in ■Cork, Ireland, whpn my father was buying gold laca and the discarded trappings of the English officers who were suddenly ordered 1 to India and •other parts of, the empire. He was «uch a fine, square'man that he had friends everywhere. As the officers ■changed their barracks, my father not ■only bought all the regimentals and supplies, but got the gowns and draperies of the ladies, so that I instinctively absorbed a knowledge of values. “When I came to New York in 1872

Ever Hear of Fish Scales on an Alto Horn?

PITTSBURGH, PA.—Who put the Bismarck herring in Harry Baker’s horn? City Hall threatens to be rocked by the controversy that has arisen over this simple and almost personal question. At least that’s what the gosslpers say. To tell the truth Harry refuses to be interviewed when the reporters attempt to get him to tell the details. Now Mr. Baker may be the innocent victim of irresponsible and unrelenfe ing scandal mongers. And again Mr. Baker may have incriminated himself by simply refusing to be interviewed on the subject. At any rate the tale remains undenied, and in that event It is too good to let slip by without snaking some mention of it. Harry Baker is one of the crew that guides the destinies of the mayor’s •office. In this capacity it is one of Harry’s provinces to see that the gang that congregates about that sanctum every afternoon behaves itself with proper decorum while waiting for the summons to enter the holy of holies where the mayor ’sits with his feet on the mahogany desk. As a further detail of this tale, Harry is credited with being an artist on

Police “Regulars” Mourn Their Vanished Whiskers

CLEVELAND, o.—Long and straggly whiskers, the chief source of , profit of the tousled mendicant, are doomed by Cleveland police. No more can a hard-working flood sufferer, who has the misfortune to possess the normal amount of arms and legs, compete with the maimed and the blind. For whiskers, long gray whiskers filled with dead leaves and cigar stumps, will, soon cease to excite pity tn the heart of the passerby. The victims of circumstance who slink through the shadows of Ontario street after nightfall are rapidly parting with their whiskers. They are confronted with the horrible pronunclamento of Desk Officer Ell Potts

Motorcycle Runs Amuck In a Crowded Street

CHICAGO. —A riderless motorcycle dashed up LaSalle street the other afternoon. t ‘ • When the police had finished clearing up the street the motorcycle and its owner were in the Central police station and two victims were In the Iroquois Memorial hospital- The person who started the machine on Its lonesome "joy ride" could not be found. E. C. Gage, a negro, rode Into the loop tn Jackson boulevard. The engine of his motorcycle "heated" and stopped at Jackson and La Salle street Gage was tinkering with the machine. A white man he did not know volunteered to start the machine for Mm- He did. The negro said the stranger started the machine north at about forty miles an hour. He rode about fifty feet and jumped off. The motorcycle, speed Increasing continued up LaSalle street It failed

as a girl, I was ready to buy anything. knowing well that I could sell at a good profit. First I bought little job lots of ornaments; then household goods, until I £ook the contents of entire tenement houses. “Presently I had the monopoly of the best yearly hotel sales of the city and was making money rapidly when I expanded into a still higher branch of the business. The hotel mfn introduced me to representatives of rich New York families until I began to have the patronage of the four hundred.’

“It may surprise lots of people to know that thousands of beautiful garments are sold every year in New York because families go Into mourning or suddenly go to Europe. Mourning means selling their colored clothing. In Europe they want the Paris styles, and so sell moi t of their wardrobes before leaving here. Then thousands of families take apartments and give up housekeeping in their homes. I buy everything they have to sell, from silks and satins to diamonds and jewelry that longer meet-their taste. Others sell because they want money. Few know how many people meet with reverses in the course of a year. Every day lam receiving notes to call at fine mansions to look over the wardrobes and set a price.”

the alto’horn, which he plays with great technique and feeling in one of the Northside Germah singing societies. Having neither seen nor heard the gentleman in question on a toot, his friends hesitate to endorse his musical ability. But it is rumored that Gabriel will have to dig some to hold his job when Mr. Baker gets a little more practice. However, it happened that Harry was blowing himself prodigiously the other night in the German club and someone playfully inserted a flock of Bismark herring in the end of his horn. * The possibilities of such a situation will naturally suggest themselves at once to the reader with an original turn of mind.

of Central police station: “Stay sober or lose your bush!” In spite of the appalling tendency of the times, the unfortunate has been found who finds a crumb of comfort in the change. Jacob Bush, who. lost his two weeks ago as the result of a too hasty expenditure of a lavish gratuity and the consequent night in a cell, declares that business has improved wonderfully since he was deproved of his whiskers. “W’y, I can go right over the same beats they chased me off of last month,” he boasts, “and they never know me. That’s what Mr. Potts’ funny stuff did for me. I can make < touch right now off' of men who run me, away a month ago. This smoothface work ain’t so bad, after all. “All it takes is a little sense. Next month I’m going to tell ’em I’m a victim of a wreck. These cuts on my face look good enough for that." But Jacob Bush, known as the incurable optimist of the Eagle lodging house, is alone in his joy. Those who are not so resourceful as he still mourn their vanished whiskers.

to get the signals of Traffic Patrolman F. J. Arens at Adams street and first struck William Goodrow of 4 Elisabeth court, Oak Park, a manufacturer. He was knocked down and a six-inch scalp wound resulted. over Goodrow the motor* cy.gle reached Joseph Barton, 1533 South Hamlin avenue. He was thrown down and a finger was broken. Then the motorcycle went over on Its side and gave a realistic imitation of a pinwheel. Gage was taken to central by Pa trolman Arens and locked up. T'” » ' * -r-

White Mourning Millinery and Gowns for Summer

The stroller on Fifth-avenue must concede that ttrb smartest dressing to be met with on any thoroughfare passes like an unending pageant before him. Styles are set forth at {heir best, for there are the women of discriminating taste, and the American, above all others, knows how to costume herself for the promenade. The most notable and smartest of the prevailing styles reconcile us even to extremes. The revival of interest in mourning millinery and mourning gowns has resulted in the adoption of white or white and black for summer wear, instead of all black. There are wonderful examples of this elegant headwear to be seen more frequently than for many seasons. It has an undeniable distinction. Added to this, the new white crape is very beautiful. The all white crepe hat is to be seen, with either white or black net veil "bordered with crape. Besides the all-crepe hat in white, black and white are combined and so

SUPPERS FOR THE BEDROOM

Dainty Affairs Fashioned of Brocaded Satin Are Being Shown for Summer Wear. To wear with the summer neglige the shops are showing dainty slippers fashioned of brocaded satin. These are rather expensive if you desire to purchase them, but if you are clever at needlework they can be duplicated at home for very much less. First purchase a pair of soles the required size and bind them with a fancy silk braid of the predominating color used in the brocade. When choosing the brocade select a design which will look well on the top of the foot

From heavy muslin cut a piece of material to form the toe portion of the slipper. This must fit smoothly to the sole and be wide enough to comfortably accommodate the foot. Using this as a guide, cut two similar pieces from the brocaded satin and baste the two together. Outline the design, with twited silk of the same tone and improve the slipper top by embroidering tiny flowers here and there. To the back of the muslin whipstitch a lining of white silk and bind the top with braid to match the soles. Join the toe portion to the soles with strong silk thread, whipstitching the two together. t A pair of these slippers makes a charming gift to the graduate or the bride-to-be.

They are quickly made and the result speaks for itself. A case can be fashioned to contain these slippers from brocaded satin of the same design. Make It to resemble a large envelope and place the slippers between the folds, fastening the flap with a pearl button and a buttonhole. Now that you have the suggestion why not begin to make a pair of slippers? You may have some odd scraps of lovely brocaded satin to form the nucleus. Why not utilize them?

WAISTS WITH NEW TOUCHES

Washable Crepe de Chine, Heavy China Bllk and White Madras Are Favorite Materials. Among strictly tailored waists those mannish shirts with the soft turnedover collar and cuffs are popular. Usually they are made of washable crepe de chine, heavy china silk and madras tn white, and white with a colored stripe. Buttons of colored glass are very effective when they match the stripe of the silk. » In addition to the mannish silk waists that are worn with the strictly tailored suit the business woman will welcome those In challis, flannel and albatross. Many of these are made in the usual mannish style, with the front opening, and soft collar and cuffs, but there are very attractive models, slightly more elaborate and more feminine, with bits of hand embroidery, and fancy collar and cuffs of satin. As a rule, flannel Is used for the tailored waists, and pretty challis and colored albatross for the more elaborate models, but since all of them launder beautifully the light tones, need not be a bar to the usefulness of the blouse. On dark-hued waists there is always a touch of white at the neck, a frill or a yoke. The ground of the Scotch plaids used for some of these blouses fg usually a blu% brown, green or

well balanced that everyone admires them. Sometimes white with only touches of black, and sometimes the design shows the reverse treatment In the black and white crepe sailor pictured here there is about an equal division of the colors.

All white is worn for first mourning, exactly as black crepe is. A smart example is shown here, with the body of the hat and the trimming both made of white crepe. It is characteristic of mourning millinery that the trimmings and ornaments are made of crepe. The new modes show wings and flowers simulated in this material. A wreath of small lilies in white and clusters of small roses in black were so strikingly beautiful that they commanded more than passing admiration. They will not be forgotten. White mourning has much to commend it. It is cool and it is inconspicuous. Also it is beautiful and elegant; above all it is not sombre anr oppressive. JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

black with the plaid picked out in vivid stripes of red, blue, green or yellow. Taupe, purple, old gold and kings* blue stripes appear in the newest plaids. /

COOL SUMMER SUIT

Model of blue crepe with ribbon sash In the same shade down the front Waist of white silk crape. *

Black Tulle.

Black tulle Is very much worn with spring and new summer hats. It may be put on as a “ruff” to stand upright ever brim and against crown, or it may be put under the brim to lie against the hair and temples.- A very pretty idea Is that bf laying It on the hat to be a go-between for the hat and the trimming. If a white hat of satin the trimming is apt to be tiny roses In brilliant shades of red, yellow and green on a green vine. FYuit and all kinds of Impossible designs are thus reproduced and dwarfed in satin.

Hat Cleaner.

A white beaver hat will respond delightfully to this cleanser: Equal parts of French chalk and powdered magnesia; sprinkle it well Into the beaver, allowing It to remain at least a day. Then brash and sholre out thoroughly. Where the hat Is badly soiled it may be necessary to repeat the process.

GOOD JOKES

CAUSE FOR DISGUST. The christening party consisted of the proud father, the baby—a girl—the grandfather and the rest of the folks. The grandfather stood nearest the priest during the ceremony. “What’s the child’s name?” asked the priest of the grandfather at the appropriate moment. “I dunno," the grandfather replied. And he turned to the father and whispered hoarsely: “What’s its name?** “Hazel,” replied the father. “What?” asked the grandfather. “Hazel,” repeated the father. The grandfather threw up his hands in disgust * "What d’ye think av that?” he asked the priest. “With the calendar ar the saints full av gur-rl names—an’ him namin’ his after a nut!” —Saturday Evening Post

His Willing Tribute.

“Judge, we are getting up a little book, to be made up, for the most part of voluntary testimonials, from distinguished citizens who honor us by carrying their life insurance in our company. We shall be very glad to have one from you. Would you mind telling me in a few words how you came to insure with us?” “Not at all, sir. Your agent was hounding me nearly to death. For six weeks he had made my life a burden. I gave him my application for life insurance Just to get rid of him.”

GREAT FAVOR.

Mrs. Farmer—ls I give you a meal what will you do for me? Weary Willie—Well, mum, I’ll let you name de baby hfter me!

Tragedies Told in Headlines.

"Husband Tries to Wash Dinner Dishes; Smashes $47 Worth of China.*' “Candidate for Initiation Thinks Ceremony Too Rough; He Makes a Wreck of Lodge Room.” ' , “Ballplayer Whose Sweetheart Is Watching Him From Grand Stand Becomes Nervous; Loses Game.” “Gay Lothario Weds in Haste; Finds He Has Married Widow With Seven Children.” “Man Who Has Sworn Off From Smoking Wins Six Boxes of Cigars at Raffle.”

A Investigating for Himself.

It was in the suburbs. "Sir, why are you climbing all these trees?” , “Well, I’m a retired business man, just retired." “Yes.” “Been reading poetry all my life and taking their statements on trust I don't like to take anything on trust. Poets have always given me to understand that there are no birds in last year’s nests. Now I'm climbing a few trees to ascertain if this statement is strictly true.”

JUST REWARD.

Weary Willie —Dat's de worst pie I •ver tasted. Mrs. Jones —Wait just a minute and 11l give you a dollar. That pie was baked by my husband’s mother.

A Second Edison.

Farmer —Yes, sir, that hired man of mine is one of the greatest inventors of the century. 1, City Boarder—You don’t say! What did he invent? Fanner —Petrified motion. —Judge.

Bit at Sea.

Mrs. Jokesmith (giving hubby a tip)—You might write something witty •bout the boat shaped hats women are wearing this season. Jokesmith—l guess I won't put my W in- .

HOT ONE.

The Chap—Your refusal of .me ha* broken my heart. The Heiress —I’m truly sorry. Is there nothing I can do except marry you? The Chap—No, but if you could lend me a couple of hundred thousand I might feel that I had only half lost you.

In London.

My lady beckoned to the butler. “Dobson," she said in a half whisper tfc he bent to catch her commands, "I wish you would take particular pains to see that Mrs. Busby-Burnem at the far end of the table gets an ample helping of everything. Make it a double helping if necessary, Dobson. She seems to have an extraordinary appetite.” The butler nodded. “Yes, me lady.” He bent a little lower. “I’m told, me lady, that she’a preparing for quite a stay In jail.”—• Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Mother Talks Plainly.

“Daughter, I want you to be nice to that young druggist. He will make* you a good husband.” “He isn’t the kind of man I want' to marry.” “I know the kind you want to marry," retorted the mother, picking up a* paper-backed novel. “You want to marry either a duke or a gentleman. Raffles, but there are hone in your set. Now you look at, that younr druggist with kindly eyes." And daughter subsequently did.

Who’s Who and Why.

“Who’s that impressive looking woman over yonder?” “That's Mrs. Peckum. She’s a remarkably strong-minded woman, and they do say that she commands a very large salary." “How does she earn It?” “She doesn't earn it. Her husband; earns it and so she commands it.”— Puck.

IN THE GALLERY.

He—These are my ancestors. She—Are they all dead? He—Why, certainly. She—How fortunate.

Taking No Chances.

Genial Squire—Many happy returns, William. I was just going to call on you with a little bit of tobacco. William (aged eighty)—Thank yo kindly, sir, but I be done wi' smokin’. Genial Squire—Why, how’s that? William—Well, I’ve heard that between eighty and ninety is a ticklish, part of a man’s life, so I be takta* no (chances.—London Punch.

Endless Fight.

"My old barber has left the city." “You seem very regretful." "Yes; he’s been trying to sell me a. bottle of hair tonic for the past fifteen years and so far I had succeeded in standing him off. Now I shall have to start the battle all over with a new man." 1 \

Value of the Lingo.

“Learn to speak French. Then things won’t cost so much in Paris." . “Oh, you can’t make 'em think you are a Frenchman.” "No; but sometimes you can make ’em think you are a Russian or w Spaniard.”

Occasional Visitors.

A notable housekeeper of the last generation, before the days of screens, had just announced that she never had any files. "But, Aunt Augusta,” faltered thw timid visitor, “it seems to me that t saw a few in the dining-room." “Oh, those,” replied her aunt, with a majestic wave of the hand, “were the neighbors* files. They come in occasionally. But, as I was saying, we never have any of our own."— Youth’s Companion.