Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 230, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 September 1913 — Page 3

STORKS from the BIG CITIES

Margaret and Her Rag Doll Bestirs the Police

CHICAGO. —“Sally’s” best blue dress and the childish lisp of “Sally’s” owner was the cause of it all. “Sally” is a rag doll with one eye. “Sally’s” mistress is Margaret, the nine-yefcr-old daughter of Mrs. H. M. Smith, 4538 Clarendon avenue. “Sally’s” dress, or rather little Miss Margaret’s concegQ. over it, threw that section <jf the north shore into a flurry of excitement the other day and gave the police something to do on a dull day. The trouble started when Margaret and the neighbor children became involved in a dispute over the property rights of certain doll’s clothes —“Sally’s” blue dress In particular. Margaret, finding herself outnumbered, ran to the telephone in the Smith dining-room. “Police apartment,” she called. “Give me the’police apartment.”

New Nurses Bandaging Dummy Draw Big Crowd

CLEVELAND, O.—Just before dinner time the other night,, new nurses at Glenville hospital in Parkwood drive were called into the basement for bandaging and bed-making practice under the direction of Miss Jennie Hogland. In showing the young women how and where to put the bandages, Miss Hogland used a dummy. Just as one particularly pretty nurse was putting on a “first-aid” bandage in response to Information from the Instructor that the dummy’s right ankle had been broken, a small boy happened along. His cap did not fit, which may have been due to the abnormal development of his bump of curiosity. He saw a light In the basement window and “peeked” in. “Gee, a feller’s been killed and the girls are patching him up again,” he exclaimed. “Com’mere quick, Jimmie,” the boy called to another. “He must have been burned, or something,” reasoned the second courious youth. “They’ve got him covered with bandages.”

Cop Captures Bat and Has Hair-Raising Story

DETROIT, MlCH.—Before this story Is told let It be understood that Patrolman Gustave Feldman of the police court detail, is a man of unquestioned veracity. He has occasionally returned from a fishing expedition with stories of the size of the ones that got away, but the sight he witnessed the other night, and described the following morning, occurred on dry land. Feldman has a of the adventure in the shape of a bat —not the kind that Ty Cobb swings—but the kind described in the dictionary as “a flying, insectivorous mammal,” and it measures 26 inches across the ■wings.

Bread and Ham on Waters Bring Back a Shave

PITTSBURGH, PA.—The truth of the Biblical injunction about casting bread upon the waters and the bountiful returns that will accrue was quite satisfactorily proven to City Detective William O’Bryan the other day, and this sleuth now thinks, the proverb should be amended so as to include ham in addition to the bread. O’Bryan is a follower of Dr. Wiley’s teachings and refuses to touch the “contaminated” food. Therefore he carries a -modest little lunch. The .other evening O'Bryan was not feeling very well. However, he made away •with all his lunch with the exception oi two little ham sandwiches. Some time later, while walking through the cell room at Central station, he passed a cell tn which were two young prisoners who appeared, to O’Bryan’s eagle eye, to be hungry. He inquired whether the young fellows were suffering fronx pangs around the belt. Receiving a decidedly affirmative answer, the detective handed In the two .sandwiches, which were soon devoured. . , A few days later O’Bryan was re-

“Is this an emergency, call?” asked the surprised operator. “Yes,” cried Margaret. “Police apartment quick.” Margaret was connected w’ith the Town hall station and she excitedly demanded that a policeman be sqnt to the house because some one had stolen her doll’s clothes. The desk sergeant understood Margaret to say “diamond brooch." A few minutes later a uniformed policeman and two plain clothes men hurried into the Beach View apartment house and began ringing the Smiths’ bell. There was no answer, because Margaret had seen them coming and decided she did not want the police after all. So Margaret hid under the bed while the policemen rang. Finally one of them went for the janitor, while the others took strategic positions in front and behind the house to prevent the escape of the malefactors. A little persuasive work tjy the janitor induced Margaret to open the door. She told her troubles then and showed one of the policemen the scene of the late “scrap” on the back porch. There was a wild scurry of little girls away from the porch as the policeman appeared, and “Sally’s” clothes were left lying oh the step. ; 1

A grown-up “boy” came along and seeing the others looking in, did likewise. Several more boys, a few girls and women and more men joined the gfbup, which was rapidly becoming a crowd. Various comments were heard as to the nature of the injury to the unfortunate stranger. All agreed he must be badly, perhaps fatally, One or two women turned pale. Just then Miss Hogland glanced up and saw the faces at the window. She concluded there had been an accident. “Here’s a chance for some real experience,” she said to her pupils and ran out. The crowd looked at her blankly. Then she looked in the window and the mystery became transparent.

It was Feldman’s night to watch the records at police court and he dozed in a chair in the clerk’s office. A fluttering of wings awakened him and in the dim half-light of the municipal building he could discern the figures of two large bats. The bird-animals -circled aroutrd and darted at one another several times, apparently engaged in mortal combat Feldman watched the fight for a short time, fascinated by the ferocity of the bats, and then moved slightly in his chair to get a better glimpse of the engagement. A newspaper lying on his knees rustled and the.fight between the bats suddenly ceased. They wheeled around the policeman’s head a few times and then darted directly at him. The bats kept up the attack. Switching on the light, Feldman ran to his locker, got his night stick and returned to the fray. One of the bats escaped, but the other flew around in circles, dazed and blinded by the flood of light. It fell an easy victim to Feldman's club.

posing in a barber's chair, giving the tonsorial artist some straight tips on the complex political situation and incidentally getting a shave. When the performance was completed and the detective approached the cashier’s desk to pay up, he was informed that his shave was paid for. “Why,” gasped the astonished thlefWailer as visions of grafters flew before his eyes, “who suffered from softheartedness?” *‘Oh," replied the cashier, nonchalantly, “a young feller, what said yer pgl'ed ’lm a sand witch when he was locked in de cooler t’oder nigbt, said he wanted to pay yer back for de grubstake.”

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN,, RENSSELAER, IND.

IN THE HIMALAYAS

THE hot weather was commencing on the plains. Each evenI ing the gymkhana was becoming more silent and dreary. Three weeks previously we had been having cold, clear evenings, but a week since there had bqen a bite in the air as one dressed for parade in the half light of dawn; now the wind changed from noj’th to south, dust storms followed, the atmosphere thickened, the glare seemed more intense, and the hot weather lethargy, which would last for eight months, settled down on the cantonment. It was time to think of leave. was the Valhalla of our objective. We had written to the rajah, Sir Bhurin ' Singh, for shikaris, and the last few days we had almost forgotten the miseries of the plains in the excitement of the bazars, buying the necessary stores, bargaining with and being “done*’ by osequious Hindus and Mahometans. ( Famous Golden Temple. At Amritsar we broke the journey for a few hours to see'the famous Golden Temple. At Pathankot we left the railway and drove in a tonga to Dunera, a distance of twenty-eight miles. Relays of ponies were in waiting every five or six miles, fresh and in fair condition after their winter’s rest. From Dunera we decided to walk to Dalhousie, taking a coolie to show us a short cut, by which the distance was only twelve miles. A few days later the welcome news arrived that the Sach pass, leading over the snow range, was open. Accordingly we hastened towards it. At its foot we had to rearrange our kit, half of which had to be left behind, since the coolies could only carry half loads over the snow. We had camped just under the snow line, upon the last patch of earth-visible, under gigantic pine trees. There we found it so cold that we were glad to share one tent for warmth’s sake. Alum could not hear of attempting the pass if there should be any signs of storm, and entertained us by detailing the numerous times he had found corpses on its summit. As it turned out, there was no need for anxiety. We were called at three a. m.,, and soon after made a start, our coolies behind us in Indian file, and men in advance with ice-axes to cut steps in the difficult places.

The descent was for the most part slow, the snow being soft and up to our knees in places, but we found a good steep slope on which it was still hard, and we were able to toboggan to the valley below. News having reached the camp that a goodly number of ibex had appeared in some ranges situated about three days’ march to the northward, one of our party, Lieutenant Edwards by name, decided to try his luck after them. Accordingly we separated. Ape Pay* Visit. At the home camp the next fortnight passed slowly and without success, though we went out every day to look for thar and ibex. The usual program was monotonous. After breakfast, about eight o’clock, we started off with two shikaris and a tiffin coolie for the ground where a bear or a herd of thar had last been seen. This was usually some thousand feet above camp, which itself was eleven thousand feet up, and the rarefied air made climbing very laborious. To smotyb while walking, even along the level, was quite impossible. Having reached a spot well marked with recent tracks, we selected good positions for observations, and remained in them quite silent for the remainder of the day, since, though there was little chance of the quarry appearing before evening, it was probably close by sheltering frbm the heat of the sun. One had ample time during this long vigil to observe the smaller creatures of the jungle at close quarters if one lay still enough. Perhaps a little brown marten would steal across an open patch, or a monal pheasant, calling shrilly, would strut past in all its glory. One day a musk deer came and grazed within thirty yards; these pretty little animals are not allowed to be shot in Chamba. The handsome gray langora ape was a frequent visitor, and the brown monkeys were a positive nuisance; they sat in the trees close over one's head and kept

A LOG ROAD

a covetous eye on the lunch and camera. . Meanwhile, Edwards had an exciting time with a red bear. While returning homewards after a blank day, he spied two red bears on a hill above him. His shikari tried to dissuade him from going—up - After them, as it was nearly dark;; but he was much too keen to accept counsel and commenced climbing the hill. They were soon at the spot where the bears had been feeding, but found that the latter had disappeared, evidently into a large forest of deodars. Taking his .303 from the shlrkari, Edwards walked slowly into this jungle, the shikari following him with a 12bore loaded with ball. They had proceeded thus about twenty yards when, from behind a fallen tree within three paces of them, a huge brown head appeared and then vanished. Seeing the bear lumbering uphill, he shot and stopped it. With a snarl it faced about and charged straight down on the hunter; Instinctively he jumped to one side, firing another shot at close range as the beast crashed past, without aiming or even raising his rifle. The bullet missed its billet, but the shot at such close range had the effect of frightening the bear, which continued its rush downhill. As he was raising his rifle for a third shot, Alum touched his arm; .he looked around and saw the other bear peer over the log for an instant and then disappear behind it. A second’s hesitation and he had fired at the wounded beast, knocking it head over heels down the slope. Swinging round, he wdtehed the log, but the second bear had disapepared. It would have been useless to attempt to follow it in such a large jungle, even had the light been better. As it was, they had only just time to regain the nullah bed before dark.

REALLY WASN’T A SINGER

Prospective Stage Hand Simply Did His Best at the Command of the I Manager in Charge. Mrs. D'Oyly Carte, who died recently, used to tell this story of the old days at the Savoy, when her husband was staging the famous Gilbert and Sullivan operas. ~~~ A seedy-looking individual applied to Mrs. D’Oyly Carte so persistently for work that at last she referred him to her husband. At the moment the latter was busy trying some candidates for the chorus, but this did not prevent the applicant from interrupting to ask him for work. Mr. D'Oyly Carte waved him off impatiently, but, after the applicant had repeated the request once or twice, he gave in and handed him the words of a song. “Sing that,” he said, and he motioned to the pianist to play the accompaniment. “Go on!” ' After some hesitation the stranger lifted up his voice and sang, and the result was so awful that the manager interupted hurriedly. “Stop, stop!” he shouted. “What do you mean by this tomfoolery? You have the confounded impudence ft> ask me for a job?” The stranger looked hurt. “Well, I didn’t want to sing,” he said, with an injured air. “I ain’t no singer. I’m a stage carpenter, an’ I only sang to pelase you, ’cos you asked me to!”

What’s the Answer?

What gives us our sense of loathing for the garden toad, demurely useful' little neighbor that he has proved himself, while his second cousin. the frog, who seems to do nothing but play the dandy and the braggart, is uniformly treated as a good fellow? If the toad gulped and croaked all night long, and made his home In slimy pools Instead of in the melonpatch, would they reverse their present order in our esteem? —Atlantic.

"1 see, senator,” said the beautiful young thing, "that you inteiid to engage in a whirlwind campaign for reelection.” “Yes. There’s nothing like a whirlwind to fill people's, eyes with du*t where there is any duet to be—that is to say, 1 intend to sweep my enemies like chaff from the scene.”

His Intention.

sTORIE CAMP AND WAIF

DEATH OF GEN. A. S. JOHNSTON Member of the Eighteenth Missouri ' Writes Account in Front of Hornets’ Nest. ’ > An article appeared in your paper, Of April 6, entitled ‘Shiloh Fifty Years Ago Today,’ which repeats, indirectly, certain erroneous reports which were circulated at the time when Generan Prentiss and his brigade were confined in a Confederate prison and had no opportunity to correct the error, hence it was not till after they were released from their seven months’ prison life that they had an opportunity to cause the truth to be published, writes Louis Benecke of Compp.py H, Eighteenth Missouri, in the Kansas City Star. • The point is this: Those who retreated from the early morning battlefield and did not ’stop till they reached the river reported General Prentiss' brigade had been taken prisoners early in the day. I suppose their statement was based upon the fact that they did ot see anything of Prentiss’ men, because they had gone to the rear, while Prentiss remained in front. The fact is, Prentiss’ brigade took possession of a washed-out public road circling the side of a slight elevation, from which advantageous position repeated assaults by a superior Confederate force were repulsed till 4:30 in .the afternoon. It was not till fired upon from the side and rear, which compelled a of position, and it was but a little while afterwards, when thus completely surrounded, that this brigade surrendered. , All persons who participated and have personal knowledge of the actual occurrences of that day have known that if General Prentiss’ position, better known as the “Hornet's Nest,” had not prevented the Confederates from moving forward to the Pittsburg Landing, that then the disorganized trobps who were at the landing, as well as the immense ordnance, quartermaster and commissary stores at the same place, would have been captured, and there is no telling what the final results of the campaign might have been. It was in front of the Hornets’ Nest that Gen. Sidney Johnston was shot, and this was at a time he and a half dozen officers were reconnoitering, not while leading his troops on a charge, as your article stated, and it was a single rifle-shot by one William Wegner of the Eighteenth Missouri that caused a sudden rush of the squad of officers to one of them and a hasty retreat back to where the Confederates were. We hiad orders not to shbot_till the enemy wm near (our ammunition ran short), and it was after a repulse during a temporary lull when the several Confederate officers on horseback were seep advancing towards our line, evidently trying to locate us as we were lying down in the washedout road with only our heads exposed, when Sergeant William Wegner (a sharpshooter) took aim and fired at the group of officers. For firing his rifle he was then and there reprimanded. This was in the afternoon about two or three o’clock. Later on in the evening after our Surrender we learned that General Johnston was wotfnded about that time while far in advance of his line reconnoitering the field to ascertain, why the repeated-as-saults made upon us failed and caused such terrible loss of life. Now, your article dismissed or passed General Prentiss’ most important action of that battle with the following words: "Prentiss was not so fortunate: he, with 2,900 of his men, was captured.” It is not right to misrepresent or slightingly pass by the most important part of the first day's battle of Shiloh, and I trust that you will set the record straight.

Still on Top.

"Now, Michael,” said the officer of the day to the frightened picket, “you say you heard a gun go off, and found a hole in your coat that wasn’t there before?” "I did so.” “Was it a bullet bole?” asked the officer, winking at his companions. “To the best of my belafe." “Will you swear it was a bullet hole?” * \ "It might have been a bullet hole.” “Will you swear it was?” “Alsy. mon: alsy now. I didn't see the bullet doin’ it."

One for Other Man, Too.

“How do you like that whisky Pat?” asked the sergeant. “Shure, it has made another man of me. and the other man would like a dhrink, too."

Accidental.

“Stonewall" Jackson was not a man to speak ill of another without strong reason, but that he could express an opinion in no uncertain terms is shown by a remark that the Southern Bivouac attributes to him. At a council of generals early In the war, one of them remarked that Maj. was wounded, and would be unable to perform a certain work. "Wounded! ’ said Jackson. If that Is really so, I think it must have been by an accidental discharge ot his duty!”—Youth’s Companion.

The ONLOOKER

by HENRY HOWLAND

KICKS

Hear the kicks! Hear the people making kicks. Heavy kicks, ■ Sorry kicks; . One would think the poor old world was in a most unhappy fix; Men are kicking at the weather, they are kicking at the price That they have to pay for fuel, that they have to’pay for ice; ' They are kicking at the way; This and that Is done today. They are kicking at conditions as they loom up everywhere; They have kicks to make because Rascals disobey the laws. One would think that crime was rampant and that woe was In the air! Hear them kicking, kicking, kicking, oh the wild and woeful kicks, . <•' And the kicks concern religion, ■clence, art and politics; * There are kicks from those who work. There are kicks from those who shirk. All the world, it seems, is keeping busy registering kteks. Making kicks, kicks, kicks, Keeping up the dally average of kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks. n. Do the everlasting kicks Indicate a smash-up? Nix!. The world would quit revolving if we didn’t have the kicks From the men who wield the picks And the ones who lay the bricks. And the ones who wear the Jewels, and the ones who sing and write; Never since the world began Has a'point been won toy man Unless he kicked to get it, and did BO with all his might! ’TIs a pleasing thing to mix Gladness in among our kicks When we may; But, with gladness or without. We may never hope to rout The legions filled with kickers—they’ll bo here till Judgment Day— They'll be here to make their kicks Till there’s ice' upon the Styx, Till the last grave undertaker " the last coffin-cover clicks— But a lot of us are kicking with no causo for making kicks. Without the slightest reason for our kicks, kicks, kicks, And never helping any with our kicks, kinks, kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks.

MERE OPINION.

Revenge is sweet, but alas, it is gen* erally for the other fellow. It would be difficult to make some people believe champagne might taste just as good under any other name. When a man is sued for breach of promise he is likely to find that an old love letter is worth much more than the paper it is written on. The man who is afraid to exceed the speed limit never can be a hero to his own chauffeur. A woman begins by sighing: "I can’t go because I have nothing to wear.” Then she gets clothes and (rets because she has no chance to wear them. > Before they are married he deems every hour lost that he cannot spend in her company. Afterward when she goes to visit her parents for a month or two he figures that it is just so much clear gain.

Too Sensible to Lose.

’’Will you promise.” she anxiously asked, “not to do anything desperate if I say it can never be?” “Yes,” he replied, “I think a man’s a fool who goes to the bad because a girl refuses to love him.” “Then I will be yours.”

The Hope for Fame.

We all go hoping Fame r W til give us crowns some day. But if she sweetly came And asked us in what way Vft'd worked to have the right Tj sit upon the height How few of us could say!

Mixad on His Birds.

•‘Mamma sent me after a pound oi 00ffee k Mr. Pelican.” “My name is not Pelican,” said ths grocer, as he weighed out the coilea “My name is Mr. Crane. What mad< you think it was Pelican?” ‘•Well, that’s what papa calls yon, 'cause he says there's something aboui yoUr bill that always makes biuj thiol of a pelican.*