Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 271, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 November 1913 — Page 3

TALLS of GOTHAM AND OTHER CITIES

Fights Bird for Feather So as to Win Husband

NEW YORK.—"Bill the Beak.” the giant macaw In the Central park [bird zoo, expelled a tdrriflc shriek. A woman had hold of BlH’b tail. The '■'woman tugged and pulled at the long (feather which make* Bill the envy ■of all the other birds in the zoo. And the more the woman pulled on ©ill's tail the more the big bird shrieked his mingled rage and pain. Finally Bill got the woman's offending fingers between his beak and nipped her savagely. The head birdkeeper and proven!der provider fortunately ran up at that moment. He found a woman who paid that she was Matilda Garrison, iformerly of Salem, Mass., tenderly inursing a nippeed finger, with tears in

Little Girl Steals Auto Ride Clad Only in Nighty

CHICAGO.: —It Was kind of shivery in th'e cool October morning to %e dashing around in an automobile with only just a nighty to cover pink skin. (But O! Such fun to be. stealing a ride [without daddy knowing it! As the automobile spun down Jackson boulevard and stopped at the crossings in the loop William J. Newman, a contractor, living at 3831 West Jackson boulevard, wondered why pedestrians looked so strangely at his automobile and smiled with so much amusement. Margaret, his three-year-old daughter, was having the time of her life. When daddy had kissed her good-by" in the morning she had crept out of her little bed and stole downstairs. While her father was bidding the others good-by she slipped out of doors and crept into the rear of his automobile, unnoticed. * Margaret hid under the blankets until he reached downtown and then her curiosity overcame her discretion. A little blonde, curly head peeped up and then two little bare arms reached up to the seat. In a moment the naked feet were crossed under her Turkishwise and she was having a joy ride through fairyland. ♦ Her father stopped on North Curtis street and was gone a long time. She stood up to see if she could see him returning. The little nighty was slip-

Pioneer Indian Fighter, Crippled, Seeks Aid

SAN FRANCISCO.—WiIIiam Kincaid, pioneer Indian fighter and veteran of the Mexican and Civil wars, applied lately at the Central Emergency hospital for aid. A resident of nearly every state this side of the Rockies, Kincaid has Been the making of the west. With perfect memory he recalled historical events that had occurred during his lifetime. Kincaid was born in Santa Fe, N. M. His mother was a Castilian, hie father an American. The aged man speaks both languages, as well as a number of Indian dialects. When fourteen years old Kincaid ac«, companied hie father to Mexico and fought with the United States army at Buena Vista and pther memorable fleldß. He was present at the capture of the Mexican general Santa Ana.

Boys’ Plan for a Free Film Show Is Halted

CLEVELAND, 0. —Dreams of lon's hours spent in an improvised motion picture theater of their own, with no admission price to pay, and no ushers to request them to "make room" for somebody else, were well on the way toward realization for two West side boys the other day, when officers from the juvenile court interfered and confiscated their outfit, which, it is charged, waß stolen from the Victor theater. The alleged confessions of Walter Krueger and Harry Worrls, each fourteen years old, to Probation Officer Lewis explained why patrons of the theater found the place closed one recent Sunday night The boys, according to the juvenile court officers, said they thought they would like to have a playhouse all thfeir own, and decided it would be easier to have someone else furnish the paraphernalia than it would be to save their pennies and buy the necessary materials. They picked on the manager of the Victor as their Santa Claus, but forgot to tell him they had borrowed his motion picture machine, several films, a

her eyes. "Bill the Beak” was smoothing out hiß ruffled tall feathers and croaking discordantly. “What do you mean by trying to jerk that parrot’s tail out?” demanded the head birdkeeper. Miss Garrison Bniffied. “I am one of the Salem left-overs,’* she explained. “There are thret times as many girls in Salem as there are men, and, like hundreds of other Salem girls, I was unable to get a husband. Recently I came to New York and consulted an astrologer who told me that if I could get the tail feather of a macaw and would wear it in my hat during the day and under my pillow at night during tb,e ascendency of the planet Uranus I would marry a handsome young man with plenty of money. “I heard that there were macaws at Central park and came here this morning to see if one of them wouldn’t shed a feather. After waiting for half an hour or so for one of them to drop one I put my hand through the bars. That’s all I remember until I felt my finger in that nasty bird’s beak.”

ping off her shoulders, but she did not notice. A crowd gathered around. One little hand rested on her knee as she steadied herself. “Little September Morn!” observed a laughing girl, who paused with several others to look at her. "Morning!” replied Margaret, catching the last word. Just then daddy came in sight. His eyes popped wide open as he caught a flash of ten pink toes diving to the depths of a great green blanket. There was a hasty explanation In excited baby talk. Mrs. Newman was standing at the telephone on the verge of collapse from anxiety when it rang and her husband called. “Get her into some clothes the first thing you do and then bring her right home,” were the mother’s orders. All the way Margaret was dubious, but there were no spankings hugs and kisses when she was on her mother’s knee again.

At the conclusion of the Mexican war Kincaid came north and was employed aB a rider on the pony express. Countless fights with the hostile Sioux, adventures with the Apaches and other Indians are Kincaid’s remembrances of thie period of his life. In 1858 Kincaid went to Missouri and raised horses near Booneville. The Civil war broke out and to escape military service'he took to the brush. At night, if the coast was clear, the young man’s sister would display red, whjte and blue lights from the house and would come in for dinner. While at the table one evening he was surprised by a detail Of ten men from General Fessenden’s command and enlisted for service. Following two years of soldiering, Kincaid and his partner came west and engaged in transporting horses across the plains for the federal cavalry. In 1865 Kincaid’s father was governor of Nevada and the son came west again. Kincaid’s father, also was a federal representative of Alaska. The later years of his life Kincaid "punched” cattle, drove stages, “rode line,” logged in the northwest and lived a general outdoor life.

graphophone and a basket of records.

When the theater wtmgar opened his place of entertainment be gasp-, ed in amazement and then rubbed his eyes. Ordinary atmosphere filled the space formerly occupied by tim picture machine. Rolls of film that had been specially advertised were not to be found. The phonograph that diverted audiences in the intervals between slows was gone. A hearty pinch, delivered where it* did the most service, oonvlnced the astonished manager that he was not asleep. Then he went for the police. Probation officers fixed the guilt on the two boys.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND. .

Especially Notable in Beautiful Millinery

E'TijRYONE who notices ’headwear i will look twice at these two models in beautiful millinery. They are American designs apparently—creditable enough to Net? York or San Francisco, or wherever they originated. They are out of the ordinary in shape and fabric, and also in development. The upper hat is of a gray Lyons velvet very rich in quality. It is the work of a trained milliner and is real millinery. That is, knowledge of the art is apparent in its workmanship. Like all the best models this season it is plain. The fancy band of feather trimming finished with two pompons at the back, is in the elusive blue-gray of the natural goura feather: The hat is simply a background for setting forth this band. The goura feather is one of the thousands in which nature us incomparable beauty in coloring—which art does not even aspire to copy because artists realize how impossible it is to approach the perfection of nature. In the second picture a high turban is shown covered with a rich brocade in brown and gold velvet. The same shape is just as, effective, covered with one of the various plushes that have become so popular that they are getting scarce. If you have plush prepare to use it now—and find yours eif admired and perhaps envied. Plush in coats and even in skirts, in millinery, in neckpieces and muffs, and above all in blouses, is the favorite of fashion. The plumes which adorn this bit of rich millinery are in shades of brown.

FOR BUSINESS WEAR OR HOME IS THIS BLOUSE

the business be that ff which calls tlse girl away from home, or the business of housekeeping, here is a blouse that is pretty and serviceable. If one mußt go to business a fresh, clean blouse is l inspiring to begin the day with and it is a comfort to know that when it begins to get grimy and slimpsy it can be consigned to the wash and come out as good as new; perhaps better, as some

embroidery is improved by washing and Ironing. And for the home keeper who must or should run out to market in the morning this blouse with a plain tailored sklft and jacket Is just the proper wear. A strong, firmly woven cotton voile is the fabiic. that it is made of, French knots and two sprays of small flowers in embroidery adorn the front »Plain crocheted insertion, home made, and about one inch wide, with enough edging to match to finish the sleeves

They are mounted with a big buckle of cut steel. This turban is handsome when developed in any of the season’s fashionable colorings. In blue or plum or the strange new Shades of green, and especially ,in the lighter shades of gray and in mole it can only be described as exquisite. The plumes are to be shaded in every case and to be in shades and tints of the same color as the body of the turban. A rhinestone buckle of fine workmanship, or (with some colors) a jet buckle may be effectively substituted for the cut steel. But in nearly every case the steel buckle will be found the best choice. Either of these turbans Will look well made up in black, but there is no very good reason for choosing a black hat for the dressiest wear. It is good policy to own an all-black hat because it affords a change and is often the best choice for some particular occasion or with some particular costume. A black hat should be rather large and of excellent materials. The Small black hat is pretty, too, but lacks the element of the picturesque in most cases. Although the small bonnet-like shapes with quaint strap under the chin reminds one of old-fashioned plates. Little garden flowers in velvet or silk made up into nosegays that nestle about on the brim give a quaint old-timey touch to these bonnets that is especially effective for young faces. - JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

are required for this plain and elegant waist. Side plaits a half inch wide are stitched in at each side of the front portion and reach to the bust line. There are six in each group and they appear on the back of the waist, but not .in the same position. They are midway between the fastening and the arms at the back and extend the length of the waist The sleeves are moderately long and roomy enough to slip up away (tom the wrist They are decorated with two little groups of pin tucks (five in number) on either side the elbow. Two rows of the lace insertion are let in near the wrist, with the lace edging whipped to the last one. The neck is not provided with the edging because (as it is so Ann) it would be somewhat “scratchy” in this position. The neck Ib close fitting, hence a plain band of the voile provides its finish. This waist will stand washing every week and outlast a season. JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

Ethereal Corsage Lingers.

The corsage of the afternoon dreeswt are very like those of the tailor mades, for they are all chiffon, lace and fur, with wide belts or dainty, coatees which can quite well be called waist coats. Then over these one may wear a little mantelet, draped and pulled up in a cozy way to suit oneself. The mantelet c4h be in vivid figured vel vet, or in any material the wearer may choose, so that it harmonizes oi clashes prdperly with the gown. Big shawl collars of fur make the little cloaks Important, and their linings must be chosen with care. ,

Hint for the Bride.

In all the linen sales, especially those called "manufacturer's samples,” which are found so often at this time of year, one finds ends of fine towels in both buck and damask, that appear to have been cut with too short a border to hem. These can be scalloped and make beautiful tow* els, at generally half the original price

Gathered Smiles

CRAFTY HUBBAND. An arcade shopkeeper tells us that a well-dressed man of about forty came into his place the other day and asked to Bee some chafing dishes. He didn’t care for the first onh shown mm, ncy the second. “Let me see some nicer ones—more expensive,” he said. 60 some very flossy onfes were shown him, but still he was not satisfied. "I want a chafln dish that is extremely showy,” he explained. "Something that will attract attention on any sideboard. All gold and silver and chasings and things.” > “Well, here’s one that is distinctly an ornament,” said the salesman. "The only trouble is that it’s so fine. Your wife don’t want to use it for anything but to look at." The customer’s face brightened wonderfully. "I’ll take that one,” he grinned.

NOT NEGOTIABLE.

The Dyspeptic—Why do you trouble me with your stories of hunger? I envy your good appetite. The Hobo —Yes, but dere’s one great trouble about a good appetite. De better it is de more difllculty you find in tradin’ it off fur somethin’ to eat.

Dead Horses.

A man was fixing his automobile. “Trouble?” asked a bystander. “Some,” was the laconic answer. “What power car is it?” " “Forty horse,” came the answer. “What seems to be the matter with it?” “Well, from the way she actr, I should say that thirty-nine of the horses were dead.”—Ladies’ Home Journal. '

Misdirected.

Her smile was vei-y sweet to see, But, ah, it wasn’t meant for me. How sad is life, as on we Jog:! That smile was wasted on a dog.

Ingratitude.

**l helped an intoxicated man out of the gutter several weeks ago and put him aboard a car.” “Yes?” “The other day he wrote to tbe police asking them to find my address.” “Ah, I see. He wants to force $lO,000 on you.” “No; he says be thinks I must have pinched hie watch.”

Woman’s Woes.

“Then you’re not glad that your husband struck oil?” “Oh, I suppose I am for the sake of the children. But it’s pretty tough on a woman of fifty to have to go in for high heels, fashionable dresses and straight fronts.”

Just Like Her.

Mr. Styles—Fido is getting more like you every day, dear. Mrs. Styles—How so? “Why, every time I do anything he don’t like he snaps at me.”

BY THE WAYSIDE.

Dusty Rhodes —I hate fleas. Weary Walker —Me, too, pard. They make me awfully irritated.

Never Saw One.

Tbs city urchin knows the snu. The Ibex on Ite oough. He learns about ’em at the soo; He wouldn't know a cow.

A Differnce of Taste.

Mrs. Liston Welle —Don’t you think Miss Thumpford is playing that nooturne through too fast? Mr. Boardman —Too fast! Good heavens, madam! She can’t play it through too fast to suit me!—Puck.

One Case.

"This agitator aays money ought Id be smashed.” "A queer statement. Can money be smashed f” "Wall. I once saw a conductor knock down a nickel.”

What they Read.

"Got through reading your paper, yet?’’ “Just finished it" “Lend it to me for a moment?" “Can’t. Threw it away. It was 9f in the shade at 4 o’clock yesterday, . and McGoogln and Schultz is today's battery for the home team.” ’’Thanks. Well, so long. See you -i----later. 1

Not Denying It.

Long Suffering Wife—l don't know how I ever came to marry you, anyhow! You’ve always had a hard face on you! Equally Long Suffering Husband — That’s true enough. You’ve kept my nose to the grindstone for fifteen years, and it’s still a fairly good nose.

A Kind Man.

“Hush! There are burglar* In the pantry eating those pies I made this afternoon!'* •All right. I'll look after them.” “Oh, George, yott are never going to attack them!” “Certainly not. I’m going to take them a bottle of painkiller.”

Two Good Reasons.

Tourist (in Kentucky)—l wonder why this Shabby little hamlet is called Dell Delight? v Colonel Nosepaint—Because, in the fuhst place, it is in a dell; and, eeconly, because we have fa’ apple-jack-distilleries within a stone's throw ofj each othuh,? suh! —Puck.

Office Chat.

"Wombat is always willing to stay, late,” remarked the junior partner. “Has his heart in the office work, eh?” said the senior partner. “Not so much that. He has his fam-> ily in the country for the summer, and i ,he’s thankful for any excuse to stay In town.”

Not Superstitious.

Mrs. Lakeside —Mrs. Weeds wasl married on Friday, and in less than a year she was a widow. Mrs. Wabash—Now she will probably want to be married thirteen, times, to see how that would affect her luck. —Puck.

ROMANCE ALL GONE.

He—lt’s quite romantic oar meeting here again this summer. , - She—lt would be, only I’ve married since 1 saw you last summer.

Parcel Post.

It Injures romance much, indeed. In case a damsel sweet Expects to get a tender screed And gets a pound of meat.

Before and After.

Bacon —You know; a girl, before she is married, has an idea she can live, on love; Egbert—Of course. ~ “But after marriage, different She can’t even live on alimony then.”

Scientific Problems.

“Much energy is not utilized. There ought to be some way of conserving the rays of the sun.” “Yes, and lodk at all the energy that goes to waste in chewing gum. If we could only harness tbe gum chewers, eh?” ,

Fishlees Fisherman.

“So you took a day off from your work and went fishing?” “Yes,” replied the man who insists on being cheerful. “Have any luck?” “Certainly. A day off la luck enough.”

Restricted Styles.

Jane —Good gracious, do you call that a bathing suit? Mamie—Why, yea. Jane —It surely wasn’t designed for the watei^? Mamie—No, for the photographer.

Similar Needs.

”We must have an organ to support us.” “Why, that’s just what the street musician said to his monkey.”

Local Atmosphere.

"And you didn’t see any windmills In Holland T “Not one.” “That will hurt the tourist business. I should think the hotelkeepers would get together and maintain • few.**

Its Kind.

"I notice there la to he a raea b*tween a railroad tmin and an', aeroplane.” “Then I with 8 flying start- J