Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 183, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 August 1913 — Page 3

WORD THAT'LL NOT BE MISSED.

Mr. Bkfmmerton Rejoices Over Passlag of Overwork "Gruelling." “Wo tart see so often dost in print," said Mr. fMnmerton, “the word ’gruelling,* and I am glad of tat, tor to tell you the fiatfooted tooth I had begun to tire of reading about ’giasllfiig contests* for eupre* maey between two fleet runners ot two pugs pounding each other's face ar between taro men rowtag sr ptap' tag testate. “In fact gruelling had began, as you might say, to pall on me just as rancous did, not so Jong ago. Don’t you remember that there was a time when no writer ever failed to describe some one ot his charaoters as speaking in a rancous voice? “tastttaty rancous came to be pataM to tte so that it would prejudice me against a whole book to find tat word in it, and then happily anthorn put that word aside. “But there seems to be always in use, some word that is sorely overworked. It was a good word maybe crtgintfly and It catches many tansy- tad then they wear it thread-* been <dd, decrepit, till the very sight es it wearies. “task a word had grueHing come to be. You could lead of scarce]® any trial of strength or speed without finding that it had been a 'gnctUng contest,' or tat It had had a 'gruel' tag finish*; they were all gruelling In some way; but most gruelling of all to the reader, it seems to me. “But now gnudfing has goue out of fashion, ft has been put away along with mucous and with our once an toe ftaaflter dull thud and other much overworked words and phrases.”— New York Bun.

In Fair Preservation.

One winter, some yean ago, a large whale was killed near one of the Atlantic seaports. Its carcass was taken ashore, loaded on two flat can, and transported far inland, to cities where a whale was a curiosity that people wocdd pay to sea. It was necessary, of course, that the exhibitions should be given in unheated halls, and as it was a cold winter, the whale kept in a fairly good state of preservation for a considteaMe number of weeks before it became imperative to close the amusement season, ae ter as that particular cetacean was concerned. While it was on exhibition in Chicago a merchant from a tittle town in southern Illinois, who happened to bo in the city on bostasss, went to see it When he returned home ho could talk of nothing else.

“Ton may think you’ve seen Mg tab." he said, “but unless you’ve some across a whale somewhere you haven’t.”

“How long was it, Jett?" somebody asked him. “It was mighty close to ninety feet, and about fifteen feet thick. It was the biggest thing I ever saw out of the water tat swims tn the water.* "Well,** said the village doctor, "you didn’t expect to find it a smelt, did you?”

“No," he answered, hesitatingly, “bat It did, just a little. **

Natives of Panama.

The color line Is not very dtottaobly drawn to the Latta republics. The Ban Blas Indians are found In and around Panama like the Semtaoles of Pierids, they never were conquered. ▲ curious feature of native life In Panama is the cook fighting, wtflch, Mkn baseball in the United States, to move attractive to the public than any other form of recreation. Uvea the workmen on the streets have fawrite birds tethered near A by and setae every opportunity to teat their prowess. The dick, oMck of steel •purs as the birds strike each other, the spurting <* blood and the clamor of mon Indulging in small wagers seem to supply Jhe mental excitement that Spaniards find in bullfights, and that English speaking races derive from less brutal contests. The backer of each game cock stands behind it, and it his bird shows signs of exhaustion, bo takes it up and puts its bill Into his mouth, while ho inflates its exhausted tangs. Ono game eock, in a fight witnessed by the writer, appearing almost dead, was thus revbved, went back fete the pit and Anally kOed its opponents-National

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WOMAN AND HER DEAR FRIENDS

I “That’s Leone Fletcher over at the farther tabled* said the girl with the gold bracelet “She has on another new hat” The girl who matched in brown from her head to her feet looked and gasped. “Well, I never!** she said, indignantly. “If that isn’t just about z the end ox the limit! ' That hat of hers is an exact copy of mine that I showed her last week! And I said I didn’t 1 intend wearing it iintil i went away! And she knows my milliner and has got on like it and is wearing it before any one sees mine and “ she ended almost in tears. “Everyone will think it was I who did the copying!’’ “That’s Leone all over," sympathized the girl with the bracelet “I owe her a score that I shan’t forget in a hurry. She asked me to dinner one night and used up all her time telling me how glad she was that Dick seemed so fond of me. She said he was a splendid fellow and I was just the kind of girl he ought to fall in love with and she hoped I’d not throw him over, because that happened. to him once and he took it very hard. Then she sighed appropriately to make me understand that she was the girl who had broken Dick’s heart long ago.. But it didn’t touch me, for I knew all the while that she had been breaking her neck for ages to get him to look at her.

“Ever since his unde took Dick into the firm,*’ the girl with the bracelet, “and up an automobile and joined twtaar three clubs, Leone has been laying her little traps. I didn’t Quite see why she should take such an abnormal amount of trouble to assure me that she approved of his friendship for me. Not that I have the slightest idea that Dick is serious— —” “Oh, of course not,” agreed the girl in brown. “Still, there’s no reason why he shouldn’t be,” flared up the girl with the bracelet. “Well, Leone took the most beautiful sisterly attitude you ever saw. I really wanted to have it photographed and framed. When 1 left I said I was going to shampoo my hair the'next morning and she added that she always envied me my hair. That should have made me suspicious, but I am naturally trusting. “The next mo'rnlng when I had just got through rinsing my hair the bell rang and before the maid could come upstairs Leone called up to me. “ ’lt’s I, Dolly,’ she said in her sweetest voice. T want to see you just a minute, Can’t you run down? I’m in a hurry to catch a train.’ / “Well, you know how lovely and altogether bewltchln a girl looks whose hair is sopping, soaking wet. I don't set up to be a beauty, but when my hair is waved and dressed I admit it is my chief attraction —and Dick always admired its blonde color so. But just then, ylth the water all through is my chief attractions —and Dick allank and dripping as seaweed. Still, I didn’t want Leone to lose her train, so I wrung my hair as dry as I could, threw a Turkish towel around my shoulders—l bad on my oldest morning jacket, naturally—and hurrried down.

“Ther- >x> the library sat Leone in a distracting golf costume, with an entra successful marcel wave and pompadour and the loveliest tinge of rose on her cheeks—really she is getting to be an artist with drug-store color—and across the rooijj sat Dick! He looked as 1 astonished as I felt and the furniture whirled around with me, such were my emotions. “If I had tried perhaps I could have made myself look worse, but I doubt it. Nobody knows that my nose is large when my hair is fluffed out or that the curve of my cheekbones is too prominent when they are shaded by my pompadour, but I’ve no doubt Dick made the discovery on the spot as I stood there a living Image of rags and despair. “ ‘Oh!’ Leone said, still in her sweet -voice, looking angelically pitying, *1 wasn't in such a hurry as all that! f called to ask you to go golfing with Dick and myself, but of course I see you can’t get ready In time. I think it Is such a good plan always to be dressed ready to start anywhere at a moment's notice. I always am and ft is such a comfort. Well, we must be running on. Good-bye, dear!” “Then she dragged Dick away, leaving me still opening and shutting my mouth, doing the stranded mermaid act “Did you ever hear of anything more fiendish T It all looked so accidental to Dick—and even If ft were explained to him, being a man, he never would see the fine points of Leone’s diabolical scheme.

‘“Always dressed!’ It takes her three hours to get ready to take a street car!”

“Here she comes,” said the girl tn browti, hastily. “How becoming that bat la to you, Leone! It hides your high forehead so nicely! I gave mine to the laundress,!" “You were wise,” responded Leone sweetly. “It takes a striking type of girl to wear this style effectively. I must hurry, as I am to meet Dick for the matineel” “Oh," said the girl with the bracelet, raising her eyebrows. "I am so glad you are going! Poor Dick was so disappointed when he asked mo and I had to refuse him. I told him I was sure ho could get you to go,” “There," said the gold-bracelet gM, as Leone floated away, “we gave her goaratbiiu to ‘think about.” .

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

Famous Moccasin Bend of Tennessee River at Chattanooga. National Encampment G. A. R. to be held here September 15-20,1913.

What pen can portray the matchless beauties that are unfolded from these mountain heights? At every spot upon the brow, a bewildering panorama of landscape stretches forth. There are loftier mountains, more sublime stretches of precipice and beetling cliffs, taller peaks and deeper gorges, but there is no spot on this western world where beauty is so charmingly united to sublimity, or where one’s soul is so thrilled without being awed by appalling surroundings; where the limpid lyrics of nature are so interwoven with her epics, where the melting hazes of purpling landscape dissolve into majestic stretches of towering peaks; where nature frowns and smiles, and wooes the enchanted beholder, thrilled by the glories and majesty of God’s handiwork.

will take care of 11l visitors and make them 'feel at home. Chattanooga is a manufacturing city. It has energy and Wealth sufficient to carry out any enterprise it my undertake. Its factories and shops employ 15,000 people. More than 700 different articles of commerce are manufacture ed here, in more than 300 plants. The annual value of manufactured products is $65,000,000 while the capital invested in manufacturing business here is something more than 350,000,000. 'Chattanooga’s business, therefore, is built around its manufcturing enterprises, and it is a thrifty business. The entire business and professional life lof the city, together with its financial [institutions, are working to make the '47th annual encampment of the Grand Army of the Republic the most pleas-ant-and successful that the veterans ever enjoyed.

MISSION RIDGE IN WAR AND PEACE

REUNION ON ITS CREST OF SUR VIVORB DURING THE G. A. R. ENCAMPMENT WEEK AT CHATTANOOGA. The Battle of Missionary Ridge That Decided the Fate of the Army of the Tennessee and Opened a 11030 to Atlanta. Chattanooga, Tenn.—During the week of the national encampment of the Grand Army of the Republic, and its allied organizations, to be held in Chattanooga, September 15-20, a reunion will be held by the surviv.ors of Missionary Ridge,, at some point on

CREST ROAD, HISTORIC MISSIONARY RIDGE, CHATTANOOGA, TENN.

The backbone of the Southern Confederacy was broken at the battie of Missionary Ridge, Chattanooga. This engagement was fought on the evening of November 25, 1863, and resulted in a complete victory for the Union army under Gen. U. S. Grant The latter’s headquarters during the battle were at Orchard Knob, and the order to advance on the Confederate position at the foot of the Ridge, a mile distant, was given at 4 o'clock. It was necessary for the Union troops to advance across a level and comparatively open plain, under terfifle fire from the enemy’s cannon on the crest of the ridge and Its rifle pita at the base and half way up the ridge. In one hour after the order to advance had been fired from six cannons, the signal agreed upon, the crest of the ridge had been swept by the Union troops and the Confederates were In retreat The conclusion of this battie left the Chattanooga valley in control of the Union army and opened the way for the campaign to Atlanta, and Can Sherman's march to the sea, practically ending the war. Since the war, the crest of Missionary Ridge has been converted Into a government reservation In part a good road has been constructed the entire length of the ridge from Sherman Heights to Chickamauga, and many handsome state memorials have been erected on the sides and crest of the eminence. Chattanoog%’s more wealthy Citizens have built homes on the ridge, trolley service has been supplied, and Missionary Ridge tp-day is a beautiful place to visit A reunion of the survivors of the battle of Missionary Ridge will be held at some point on the crest of the ridge during the 47th national encampment of the Grand Army of the* Republic in September. No battle of greater importance was fought in the Southwest during the Civil War than that of Missionary Ridge. It opened a road Into the heart of the South for the union armies. _ ~ □».. , . ■ '■ > , 4 ■>" ' • '

that historic eminence which will bf of easy access by trolley cars. Th« , purpose of the reunion is to ge as many of • the survivors of this greal battle as possible together on the ground and enjoy speeches by men who know something of the engagement from actual participation. The battle of Missionary Ridge was fought November 25, 1863, and was a signal victory for Union arms. Aftei the battle of Chickamauga, Gen Bragg’s army threw a line of entsench meats around Chattanooga from the point of Lookout Mountain, on the west, to - the mouth of Chickamauga creek, on the east, the purpose being to starve "the Union troops into surrender. When, on November 23, Gen Grant, who had taken charge of the fortunes of the Army of the Cumber land, began active efforts to relieve hit army, Gen. Bragg assembled his forces on Missionary Ridge, thus inviting a general engagement. - Gen. Grant decided to storm the ridge and drive Gen. Bragg into Georgia. With that purpose in view he moved his army out of Chattanooga and confronted Bragg along the entire length of the ridge, his lines being as average of one mile west of the base of the ridge. Gen. Grant directed the movement of his troops in person from his headquarters at Orchard Knob, and * on'the evening of November 25 ordered an advance on the enemy’s rifle pits at the foot of the ridge. It was necessary for the Union troops tc march across a comparatively opes and level plain for a distance of a mile in the face of a deadly fire from the enemy’s guns. Without break or falter, the entire force, as if on parade, advanced at the given signal to the at tack. In one hour after orders to advance had been given, the Union forces had charged over the rifle pits and swept. to the top of the ridge in advance of orders. Much desperate fighting was done in this charge. From Sherman Heights, on the north, to Rossville, Ga., on the

south, death flashed from cannon and musketry fire was constant and deadly. But the battle decided the issue in the Chattanooga territory. The Confederates, recognizing that they were beaten, retreated in fairly good order to Ringgold, Ga., leaving Chattanooga in undisputed possession of the Union army. After reorganizing their forces, the Union commanders began the now historic pursuit of the enemy. Gen. Joseph E. Johnston was placed in command of the Confederate army, and his retreat to Atlanta is a part of the war history of the republic, Friend and foe pronounce it masterful, but the battle of Missionary Ridge had decided the fate ot the Army of the Tennessee, if not of the Confederacy. A number of sharp skirmishes were fought between Chattanooga and Atlanta; some of them developing into pitched battles, as in the case of Kennesaw Mountain, but the Confederates were steadily driven south, and finally Atlanta fell into the hands of the Union army. A reunion on this historic field will be an event of pleasure to those men who passed through its carnage fifty years' ago and saw war in its bloodiest aspect. Missionary Ridge to-day is a fashionable suburb of Chattanooga, where the more wealthy citizens have built handsome homes. The government has built a splendid road along the crest of the ridge, and many monuments add to the beauty and attractiveness of the historic height. Missionary Ridge is reached from the city of Chattanooga by trolley cars and automobiles in thirty minutes. The Improvements have been wonderful along its crest since the great battle drew the attention of the civilized world to its slopes. A half dozen northern states have erected monuments and markers on the ridge to commemorate the valor of their sons who fought there fifty years ago. It is one of the most interesting pointe around Chattanooga.

Lysander John and the Old Cove

LYSANDER JOHN APPLETON <*• brated the departure of hie wife and daughter from the house by taking off his shoes, leaning back in Ms chair and putting Ms feet on the parlot table. Then, his depravity, knowing no limit, he looked at the fat, overly stuffed pillow cushions on the which he called his Pillow Cushion Ladies, and winked. "The joy of my associations with you,” he said, “is that I can flirt with you and It will never be known that ] am an old cove. You are ideal com* panions for an old man. You do not rob me of my money; you do not tempt me into giving midnight suppers that make the gravedigger get out his spade; you cause no scandal and you are the meet loyal women 1 know. Lz ' "Now, my wife is a good woman, but if she expressed her opinion or me in cardboard mottoes, as she would like, she would hang on the wall a motto like this, ‘Be Patient With Pa,’ and every time she spoke of me to the children it would be to apologise to them tor bringing me into the family. "And as for Daysey Mayma,” he sighed; then, remembering his neeolution to be merry with the ladles pres* ent, winked at them again, scratched a match on the parlor wall, lighted his pipe, and tried to look flirtatious. "If you ladles have influence with magazine editors,” he said, "why not demand a new reform? There is a good deal said In the magazines on how to keep a husband’s love, but on the real tragic effort that every man makes to keep Ms daughter's affections, these advice-giving magazines are criminally silent "I saw my daughter pick a thread off a young man’s coat the other even* ing, and desiring to win. a similar attention, I put the contents of a whole spool of cotton on my coat front, and she never even saw it! "Another evening I saw her gtvg such a look of apprehension because a young man scratched Ms finger, that I got the razor and cut a gash across my cheek and then took a chair in front of her, hoping to receive solid* tude and she never saw it! "I observed how pleased she was when a young man caller brought het a flfty-cent box of chocolates and ths next evening. I took her a flfty-dolla* ostrich plume, and she thanked me in an absent-minded way, with her eyes on the box of chocolates!” Lyaander John wiped the suspicion of a tear away; then, remembering that he was trying to be merry, winked violently with both eyes at hta pillow cushion ladlea "I have a notion that when the day comes when I fall ill/and die, Daysey Mayme wllf forget the young man. But only foe a short time, for when he comes tq express his condolence she will target her grief. , "We who are fathers are never appreciated by a young lady daughter until sbe has married a man beats her.’’ Feeling better because of his outburst he got out a deck of cards and engaged in a game of solitaire, ths national game of Lonesome Land. He had confided Ms troubles'to the right sort of a confidante tar any old married man to have and could go to bed after his game with a clear conscience and with no apprehension that the world would some day discover he Is an old cove. “A pillow cushion lady doesn't carry a pocketbook, and has no neck on which an old cove could string diamonds if he wanted to,” said Lysandeg John, cheating himself in the exultation inspired by the thoughts of. his good sense.

MOURNFUL, INDEED.

“Grandpa, when the poet said "Tell me not in mournful numbers/ what did he mean?” , "Thirteen and twenty-three,”

Gooseberry and Bladeberry Jelly

Take the juice from four quarts of gooseberries and add the juice from two quarts of blackberries: use equal amount of sugar and juice. Thd lolly will have a strong flavor eg raspberry; very delicious. .. . __

Canned Green Beans

Cook until tender, add one tableipoonful of vinegar to each quart OK beans. Do not salt. Seal vary het. When the can is opened add a pinch of loda and you will find they are ab* ■ost as good as when first picked.

Sunday Night Salad

Calf’s brains, bulled in oak and water, chilled on cut In small licet and served on a bod of lettuce with mayonnaise make a delicious hot weather dish for Sunday nlghi

Tomato Salad

Cover tomatoes with boiling wate let stand five mtaratak then peel a •Hoe; chill; arranxe iattnee law sprinkle witT |3 pnM « weastn*. . 4 • < . ■ i.. 1 .