Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 197, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 August 1913 — Page 3

An Ideal Honeymoon Spot

FROM Berlin to the Schorfheide, from the most magnificent of the Imperial palaces, filled with a company of unprecedented brilliancy and distinction, to / the woodland alienee and simplicity of Hubertusstock—no transition could be more complete. Within little mpre than an hour a special train carried the newly wedded Prince Ernest August of Cumberland and Princess Victoria Louise, the only daughter of the kaiser, to the modest . hunting box. from which raids are made upon the largest and best stocked hunting ground of the Hohenzollerns. It stands In a pleasant glade In the midst of a tract of oaks, which are by no means common in this part of Germany/for the sandy soil, as a rule, affords nourishment to nothing less hardy than Scottish firs and birches. But here, as is testified by the undulation of the landscape, and the granite drift blocks, which He about in all directions, we are in the midst of one of those terminal moraines that the glaciers of the ice age piled-up with the spoils of the arctic regions, and the earth is consequently richer than It is elsewhere on this dried up seabed. How the Site Was Chosen. It was on a day in the year 1849 that Frederic William IV., granduncle of the present emperor, rested in this .glade after a tiring day’s shooting,

and, struck by the beauty of the scenfe, plunged his stick into the ground, declaring* that on that spot a house muist be buijt for him. The structure which arose at his command is in the style of the simpler Swiss chalets. For the most part it is composed of wood, and a plainly carved balcony runs round the upper of its two floors. In its dimensions it is not more imposing than an ordinary suburban villa, and all its appointments are of the simplest description. Hundreds of antlers hang on the walls, both within and without, and the other principal interior mural decorations are framed prints and photographs, most of which have some connection with the chase. The furniture is plain and substantial, like that of a yeoman farmer. Even the room in which the emperor sleeps during his annual autumnal visits is hardly* big enough to admit the simple bedstead, washstand, and dressing table, and the chief members'of the suites he brings with him are, of course, no more sumptuously lodged than their master. A corridor connects the chalet with a larger wing, where are the kitchen, the servants’ rooms and the stabling. When the suite is at all numerous eome of its members sleep at two foresters* houses, one of which is close to the chalet, while the other occupies a magnificent site on the shores of the lovely Wherbellin lake, about a mile distant. There is no inclasure or garden worthy of the name to shut the chalet oft from the outside world. Only a notice nailed to the posts warns the wanderer that some of the paths in its vicinity are "forbidden.” But when the court is not in residence he has free access to the "hunting Schloss,” and may, for a small fee, inspect all its apartments except the bedrooms of the emperor and empress. Outside the chalet, on the spot where Frederic William IV. made his thrust at the ground, rises a "bildstock" (picture stick) or shrine, on which ie painted the vision of St. Hu"bertus, who, the legend tells, was brought into the paths of piety when .bunting on a sacred feast day by seeing a stag with a golden cross between its antlers. It ie from this shrine that the Schloss takes its name.

In the Midst of Dense Forest.

Those who wish to be alone could And no more undisturbed retreat than the Schorfhelde. To the west of Hubertusstock one can walk in a bee line for ten miles without once emerging from the forest, without seeing a single human habitation, and without, unless by rare accident, meeting a soul. On the other hand, the woods are swarming with game, and one cannot go far without encountering a herd of deer, of which some three thousand head are stocked in this vast preserve. Tho animals are but little molested, And are dependent upon the keepers for their food In winter. A walk of less than a mile 50 the east brings one to Lake Wehnbellin, which is the true charm of Hubertusgtock. In proportion and contour this lovely sheet of Water is not unlike Windermere. It, too, is a "winding"

lake. Its length Is seven miles, and its greatest breadth about three-quarters of a nolle. On the opposite shore, infinitely the more picturesque of the two, its banks rise steeply to a height of a couple of hundred feet, and are densely clothed with trees, which indeed encircle the lake without a break. From the southern extremity, for a distance of about three miles, the wood Is exclusively composed of thickly planted beeches of great height Their foliage meets overhead, and to walk among their straight boles in the gloaming is like passing among the columns of a Gothic cathedral. The northern remainder of the eastern shore Is lees thickly planted with a mixture of beech, birch and Scottish fir, one of the most beautiful or arboricultural combinations. “The Wehrbellln,” as it is called, is the center of rich legendary, historical and natural associations. It is still said by the villagers in the neighborhood that the lake suddenly appeared where dry land had formerly been, and that a capital city was engulfed in its surging waters. It ie whispered that fishermen's nets have been torn by coming Into contact with the battlements and turrets of the sunken ramparts. These things, however, are said of all the deeper lakes in this part of Germany, and the Wehrbellln is exceptionally

HUBERTUSSTOCK LODGE

profound. Indeed, the few. natives of its shores declare that in places it is unfathomable.

REFUGE FOR THE SCHOLAR

In the Classics, Writer Asserts, One May Commune With the High Thoughts of the Past I advocate the classics because they constitute a retreat, in which the spirit may commune with the high thoughts of the past. Modern literature is modern; it concerns itself with actual life, with our distractions, our trivialities, our romance, our getting on in the world, with all our coarser appetites; but in the remote classics, in that cool, tranquil, distant world, we can surrender ourselves to contemplation, to meditation, to the high influences that always stoop to the soul’s call. This rempteness of the classics affects me as my remembrance of gracious figures in my childhood. The people there seem to have a nobler aspect, a more goodly presence, larger sympathies, a wiser and a kinder attitude. We fio not apply the lessons we learned from them directly to life, but we know that somehow the most valuable lessons in our Ilves came from them. We cannot say just what we learned, but we possess a memory of quietness, or ripeness, of wisdom of life, and we feel that tc them is due whatever gain we have made in grace and moral stature. Greek literature has a like effect upon us. —The Atlantic.

It was ft couple of days before examination time in the schools and the teacher was drilling the youngsters in reviewing subjects preliminary to the tests. The subject under consideration was physiology. "What are the various kinds ol teeth?” she asked. One of the little girls raised her hand and shook it vigorously, every evidence that she was certain of the question. “Well, what are they?" “Baby teeth, teeth and false-teeth.” “And you know that wasn’t right at all,” the little girl told her bl/ sister after. “They were incisors, incuspl* dors and some others.**

Modest Wants of Sane Citizens.

It is a remarkable fact that the vast majority of men look forward through the ’ years of their greatest activity, not to a winter home In Florida or southern California, or at Cairo, Cannes, or Nice, nor to a summer homo in the Adlrondacks, in the White mountains, among the peaks of the Rockies or the pines of the Sierras, or somewhere along the New England coast, but, rather, to a fortyacre farm on the outskirts, easily accessible to a market, where they might crowd the accumulated experience and wisdom of a lifetime into the intelligent management of a chicken yard.

Her Idea of Teeth.

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BRIGHT COLORS FOR CHILDREN’S HATS

LITTMb maids are fortunate in having the greatest variety in hats to choose from that has ever been provided for them. Any number of shapes, diminutives of those brought out for grown-ups, have been made for little girls. Two of them, suited to children from five to ten years, are shown here, In these, as In so many pf the new fall models, the shapes are covered with plush and faced with soft, thin silk. The hat with brim turning up at the side has a soft crown, a puff of plush unsupported by wires or buckram. This Is one of the features of new millinery. It is carefully finished and is untrimmed except for the small wing mounted at the front. Plushes and velvets do not admit of much trimming. The little bonnet covered with plush, shown In the second picture, has a crown In the shape. The plush is fitted smoothly over crown and brim. This model is made of black plush with facing of light blue ribbon, side-plaited. There is a sash and knotted tie of the same ribbon for trimming. But what 'delights the eyes of the little wearer most is the little cluster of blue and pink ostrich feathers, regular baby plumes, which is mounted at the left and near the back of the bonnet. Much velvet ribbon and many simple fancy feathers are featured in children’s millinery. Girls of all ages have been carefully considered and amply provided for in the new season’s styles by those who specialize and make only headwear for them. Bright colors and rich fabrics have been perfectly managed and children’s millinery Is more interesting and more attractive than ever.

COLORS IN UPTURNED HEMS

Pretty Idea, and the Latest In Vogue, la to Have Contrast With the jL Rest of the Skirt. The innovation in upturned hems on the outside of the skirt has given the colorists another chance to put in a dash of tone that will contrast with the rest of the skirt. As Roman stripes and Scotch plaids continue to reappear, on the best of the new clothes, it is only natural that they should find an abiding place at the bottom of the skirt or at the edge of one of those wired tunics that are made of all kinds of thin material. There is a dark blue coat suit of gabardine which has a two-inch hem of red, white and blue plaid bound with a black velvet ribbon at the top; the coat does not have a collar of the plaid which is the first thing one thinks of its having, but the Scotch silk shows up as envelope flaps to the three pockets, which are edged with a black velvet ribbon and fastened ovqr a black velvet button.

To Embroider for “Him.”

It Is not often that one finds an opportunity to embroider anything but monograms on a man’s clothing. A certain proud spouse, however, recently became an .object of envy to his friends when he displayed for their admiring glances an embroidered silk shirt. His skillful wife had filled in with lavender silk floss the small lavender designs on the white ground. In this particular instance the embroidering was done after the shirt was made up, * just as it had come from the haberdasher’s. If the shirt is made at home, the embroidering Is done before the material is made up. The satin stitch is used with pleasing results for this purpose. It is onjy necessary to embroider the front

All-Black Hat Smartest.

The all-black hat is the smart headgear of the hour, regardless of the shape, and it is a practical choice for the beach. A black hat does not look quite as summery or light as an all-white hat, but the sun cannot damage it as it can one of colored straw, or even one of the natural tone straw, which maj become actually sunburnt. There is a fad for trimming some of the black hats with blue ribbon bows, and a few of the bolder spirits among the fashion leaders are appearing In brown straw hats. When the latter are worn with brown shoes and stockings and a sash of brown moire or tulle the effect is really artistic.

Sweet Odors.

The greatest profusion of sweet odors cornea to us from France and always are the perfumers adding a new triumph to their art. Faint, delicate perfumes haunt us as does the breath of spring. A scent that combines a spicy, woodsy smell with the faint, sweet suggestion of flowers is one of the new bouquet perfumes.

Colored Coat.

The coat of colored jersey cloth has taken the place of the sweater for outdoor' wear, says the New York Press. It is made loose, with a belt of the material, envelope pockets and wide turnover’ cuffs that are stitched at the edge. 2

JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

DAINTIEST OF BOUDOIR BAGS

Sweet Grass, Modeled In Pretty Shapes, Excellent Receptacles for the Summer Fancy Work. Sweet grass receptacles seem to be the most suitable of all fabrics for holding summer fancy work, and the smaller-sized baskets come in wonderfully attractive shapes to be transformed into bags. One size, a miniature replica of the old-fashioned stocking basket, is fitted with a satin bag attached plainly an inch from the mouth of the basket, consist of a sweet grass thimble holder, a tiny satin emery and a reel of thread. Trimming the outer rim of the basket’s mouth or lip are clusters of narrow satin ribbon alternating with tabs ending with tittle bowknots, also in ribbon. Still more practical is a round and flat sweet grass basket in Roman colorings, to which is attached a huge bagtop of flowered satin lined with China silk. By stitching the outer side of the bag and its lining perpen dicularly, to divide* them into four sections, and then running draw ribbons through their several shirred tops, four separate pockets for sewing utensils can be formed, leaving a space in the center of the main bag for mis, cellaneous articles. *

IN BLACK CHARMEUSE

Here is a practical model in black charmense with a cross-over bodice and pointed basque. The sleeves are in white ninon trimmed with lace and finished with soft satin ribbon. A separate tulle gulmpe may be worn over the bared throat if preferred.

Fall Coiffure.

The fall coiffure for evening will so built as high as possible. There will bo little or no hair over the ears.

SMILES

NOT NUMEROUS, BUT EARNEST. "What’s this hall lighted up fort’ inquired the reporter. “This is a meeting to protest against any further delay In putting lamps at the corners of this street,” said the man occupying the big' chair on th* platform. “You seem to be the only person here.” “Yes, and there ought to be a full house. I tell you, sir, it’s a blamed outrage that this part of town has been neglected so long, and —” “Say you’re a pretty husky citizen. How much do you weigh?" “Two hundred and thirty-nine pounds. What’s that got to do with /TH just say ‘the meeting was largely attended and full of enthusiasm.’ Good-night”

Made the Sale.

"Let me see some of your black kid gloves," said a lady to a shop assistant. "These_are not the latest style, are they?’ she asked when the gloves were produced. “Yes, madam,” replied the shopman, “we have had them in stock only two days.” “I didn't think they were because the fashion paper says black kids have tan stitches and vice versa. I see the tan stitches, but not the vice versa.” \ The shopman explained that vice versa was French for seven buttons, so she bought three pairs.

His "Herein’’ Was the Worry.

“I say, Sambo,” asked a man of an Improvident negro who had lost a job for the third of fourth time, “aren’t you worried over the question of wherewithal to support you?" ' “Lordy, Marse Henry,” was the reply, “I ain’t worryin’ ’bout wherewithal; I’s worryin’ 'bout de wherefore fur de herein.”

STARTING EARLY.

Mrs. Newwed —I’ll never leave baby with my brother to mind again. Mr. Newwed —Why not? Mrs. Newwed — I left baby with him today and when I came home, the baby was playing with p. pack of cards and a box of poker chips.

Never Again.

She smoked just one— No more, you bet! She calls It now A "slckarette.”

Her Need.

Matrimonial Agent —What kind of a husband do you want? Girl —One who doesn’t smoke, drink or swear, who brings me .chocolates and takes me to theaters and restaurants every day. Matrimonial Agent—You don’t want a husband. What you want is a beau. —Judge.

Basis for Calculation.

He —Before ve go to Europe I must see vot dem dourist gompanies vould scharge. She—Vould you t’ink of goto’ mlt von of dem gompanies? He—No; but votefer dey would scharge ve ought to tie able to do it for less. —Puck.

Nothing Strange About That.

"Queenie, you are accustomed to speaking of yourself as exceedingly plain, but you don’t know how your face grows on one!" “Oh, yes, I do, George; it grew on me, didn’t it?’ ’

Unkind Thought.

Bacon —What has become of the oldfashioned bicycle rider who could get himself arrested for scorching? Egbert—d expect he’s scorching In some other world now.

One Exemption Sure.

Patience—A society has made Will an offer to buy all the songs he writes tfl a year. Patrice—l know very well it can’t be the Humane society. \

In Disguise.

“Let ns give that man into custody. He Is wearing false whiskers.’* “Go slow.’’ “But he must be up to something nefarious.” ‘‘Maybe he’s only protecting himself. He may bo an umpire off duty.”

His Class.

“When a man is crazy about osculation— ’’ -Well?*’ "Couldn’t he be correctly described as a kissing bug?**

Needless Alarm.

An old German farmer entered th* office of a wholesale druggist one morning and addressed the proprietor: “Mister Becker, I have der scbmall pox—” “Merciful heavens, Mr. Jacobs!” exclaimed Becker, as the office force scrambled over each other in their burry to get out, “don’t come any nearer.” “Vot’s der madder mlt you fellers, anyhow?"' quietly replied Jacobs. “1 say I has der schmall pox of butter out in mine wagon, vot Mrs. Becker ortered las’ week alreaty.’’—National Food Magazine.

TURN ABOUT IS FAIR PLAY.

The Reformer—Well, some day w* will have laws abolishing trust*. The Politician —Very unfair. The trusts haven't made any threats about abolishing the laws. t

Bitten Yet.

If any one on earth has got More redbugs than are mine They're worse off than I am and they May have my bacon rind. >

Counter-Thrust.

"A very good retort!" said Senator Lodge in an argument oyer the immigration bill. "A very good retort indeed! It reminds me of Weeks. "Weeks and his wife were quarrel tag ** ‘The night you proposed,' said Mrs. Weeks, with a hard, scornful laugh, ‘you acted like a fish but of water.’ “Weeks sighed. z “ ‘But a very cleverly caught fish,’ he said in a musing voice.*’

Selling Relics.

"You say this sword came from • genuine battlefield?” “Yep." “How much?" "Three dollars, with an appropriate anecdote. Or, if you don’t care for the anecdote, you can have the sword for two dollars."

Shy on Ideas.

"Sometimes," declared Mrs. Wombat, “I think men are too feeble-mind-ed for any use." "How, now?" “For twenty years I’ve asked my husband daily what he wanted for dinner, and he’s never been able to make a suggestion yeL"

Numbered.

"What mover did you engage this year?" the wife asked. "The aame old man," replied hubby. "You know, he has the combination of our numbered furniture.”—Judge.

Knew His Capacity.

"Well, where have you been?* "My dear, if I should try to tell you all the places I’ve been—” "I judge by your condition that you have been to more than seven.”’

OBSCURE.

"Ah! Back from your vacation. I see. Did you find what you wanted —an obscure little village, far away from civilization?*' “My boy, it exceeded my wildest dreams. Why, that town didn’t even issue souvenir postcards.’*

Youth's Indiscretions.

Though Willie Moth was youmt and green. Of course, he thought he knew it all; That'a why he bragged that be hat. bee% Invited to a camphor ball.

Expert Advise.

“Shall I marry Mr. Wombat, who la forty, or Mr. Wopp. who is twenty? They both earn the same salary.” "Marry the young man. He’ll nag less about expenses.” “Why so?” “He can’t remember w-eoa prices were lower."