Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 299, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 December 1913 — Page 3

Talse of GOTHAM and other CITIES

Gotham’s New Mayor Lives in Apartment House NEW YORK.- -From time immeorlal the mayor of New York has had the honor of two large lamps erected at the eity expense to light his front door. The “Mayor's Lamps’* are an institution as inviolable as the famous

The imposing entrance to the Peter Stuyvesant is already well provided, thank you, with electric braziers, which give plenty of illumination and harmonize with the architecture, and the homely word “front door’’ dies on the tongue here, too. So the owners of the apartment house and the many other tenants, not realizing the honor they should feel in their identification with the mayor, might object. Altogether it is a perplexing problem.. Mayor Gaynor, who, like all his predecessors, lived in hdl own mansion, is said to have remarked in his caustic fashion that it was a “useless custom” when he saw the workmen without consulting him putting up their twin lighthouses before his Brooklyn home. , Then the Thespians are having their troubles these days', too. In the first place, the police have dared to apply the “low tragedy” word “loitering” to their custom of discussing the green room in animated groups along the Rialto. One actor has written tot Police Captain Walsh, threatening to lead a movement to desert Broadway.

Why the Policeman Had Real Plain “Grouch” On

CLEVELAND, O. —One of the policemen waiting in the locker room of the central station for roll call, plainly had a grouch on. Patrolman Hank Gerow stood and grinned at him. In response be finally elicted a sickly smile

and an explanation. It seemed that the sister of this policeman’s wife, her husband and their two children had descended upon his house the day unexpected and uninvited, and intended to make a visit of two weeks. “Cheer up, old top,” roared Hank genially as he slapped him on the back with a hand as big as a Westphalian ham, “it might be worse. “For instance, one summer, when I took my vacation, I went to Philadelphia. Naturally, I drifted over to' police headquarters to get acqualnted there a little. One mighty fine fellow 1 met and took a liking to, was Patrolman Michael Pugusky. He seemed mightily tickled about something and before long he told me that in a day or two his father and mother, whom he had

not seen since he was a boy, were coming over' from Russia, after much solicitation on his part, to live with him. That man certainly did look forward with much joy to meeting them again. “Well, it happened that I was at the Pennsylvania railroad station, ready to take a train home, when they arrived. As soon as Pugusky saw them he rushed up and embraced them. My, but he was happyj Then his mother asked: “Is there room for all, Mlchaet?” “All?” he echoed. His mother pointed to 12 other people standing modestly at one side. , “Your aunts, your uncles, your cousins,” she announced. “They have come to live vMth you also, having heard how rich and powerful are the police in this country.” , “Pugusky grabbed the back of a seat for support and for a time he looked as though he were trying to swallow something about the size of a dog. But he was game, that man was —I’ll bet he is a good policeman. He tried hard to smile while he shook hands with all of them, then marshaling the 14 new members of his family in procession, he marched them away toward home.”

Wagon Tongue Silences Traffic on City Street

CHICAGO.*— After a crowd of 500 persons, including a patrol wagon load of police, had failed to raise a blockade of street cars on South Dearborn street the other day, a civil engineeg solved the problem by simply sug-

building and whispered to a policeman. The policeman looked suddenly wise, after admitting In a whisper between bis closed hands, “We’re a lot of boneheads," and then, In a loud, commanding voice, ordered the teamster to pull a bolt holding the tongue to the wagon and drive his team away. Traffic had been at a full stop for three-quarters of an hour, but only the engineer who had viewed the situation from an upper office window could see what as the matter.

Young Woman’s Tip Gets a Seat in Street Car

KANSAS CITY, MO.—Do you believe In tipping to get a seat on a street car? If you don’t there is one young woman in Kansas City who does. The young woman got on a Rockhill car at Eighth and Walnut street*.

As she pushed her way forward through the crowded aisle many of the passengers notioed-her air of Independence as* indicated by her soldierlike carriage. She could not have been much more than five feet tall and she was as straight as the proverbial ramrod. As she made her way forward it was observed that she looked closely at each seated passenger. Finally she stopped opposite a seated negro woman. She leaned over and spoke In a whisper to the negro woman. The negro nodded and arose at the same time holding out her itching palm. The young woman dropped a dime In the negro woman’s hand, seated her--self, unfolded the Star and instantly was oblivious to the smiles of the men and looks of astonishment of the women passengers. Beside her sat a woman elaborately gowned.

She looked her diminutive seatmate over from head to foot. The look was jwt especially approving. Finally she could contain herself no longer. “Did you pay that woman to get your seat ft she asked. “Certainly,” was the smiling answer. “I have to do it every once and a while. You see," she went on, “I work pretty hard all day and when night comes I’m pretty tired. I can’t ask a man to give me a seat, so I pay a dlu>« for one'when I think I see a probable customer.”

laws of the Medes and the Persians. But it looks as if this ancient tradition must go by the board —for John Purroy Mitchel hasn’t any real front door! - r . Mr. Mitchel has the distinction of bejng the first mayor here to live in ah apartment house. The now borough president, Marcus M. Marks, will be sorely puzzled when he tries to have his men put up those lamps. A visit to the big Peter Stuyvesant apartment house in Riverside drive convinced the writer after he had been whisked up seven floors in the elevator that even the ample corridor from which Mr. Mitchel’s foyer door leads would be cramped by the antediluvian street lamps of monstrous size which custom decrees. Then again this isn’t really Mr. Mitchel’s front door.

gesting the uncoupling of a wagon tongue; A heavily laden coal wagon was stalled. A crowd had gathered. The driver tried to take all the tips from the crowd, the result being that the wagon slipped off the tracks into the excavation made by a gang of street pavers. Traffic came to a full stop. Four mounted policemen galloped up and talked the situation over with nine crossing and other policemen. The wagon finally got clear, but the horses stood across the tracks. The policemen and on lookers argued and the street car men growled, but none was able to solve the problem. The track simply could not be cleared. Grhy matter revolved at such a velocity in a hundred heads that there was danger of an epidemic of brain fever. The civil engineer came down out of an office

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

FITCH fur, and especially light Fitch, is so much liked that it is getting very scarce. It is used as a trimming* in collars and cuffs; as a border on velvet or plush muffs and in small neckpieces, more frequently than in regular sets. It is very soft and its coloring is especially effective with coats made of velvet or satin and velvet brocade.

Those who can indulge themselves in expensive novelties in fur sets may consider the very handsome scarf and muff of Fitch shown in the picture. The scarf is a new design, terminating where it fastens at the neck in three skins which provide a splendid protection for the throat. A single skin encircles the neck and another tails over the shoulder and down the back.

A big, soft bow of Lyons velvet provides a new and extremely smart touch where the scarf is fastened over the shoulder. The broad expanse of light yellow at the front of the scarf needs this touch of black in addition •to the Stripe and scattered touches of black in the fur itself.

The longer hairs in Fitch are sparse and black-tipped and they veil the

GIRDLE AND SASH TO BE ARRANGED IN INDIVIDUAL TASTE

JUST why the innocent girdle and sash made of wide velvet ribbon should be called “the tango” remains to be discovered. But the name will not hurt it any. Its uses are about as varied as the steps of the popular dance, which steps, it seems, may be invented by any dancer who introduces a new glide or dip or contortion or other inanity of motion to suit him? self.

The velvet ribbon girdle—also made of soft silk or silk ribbon —is finished

■at the back with two short standing loops and a long single hanging end. A flat folded band ir placed at the base of the loops. Without any decoration it is an all-round useful girdle, ready to add a finishing .touch to almost any gown. When more elaboration is needed, It Is decorated with small roses and fellage made of rfb-

Most Popular of All Furs.

light body of the fur beautifully. The muff is gathered in at the ends, with the skins running lengthwise. The opening for the hands Is small and finished with a plaiting of creamcolored net under a ruffle of black chiffon. This finish is especially clever, repeating the veiled effect of the fur. This set could hardly be improved, upon in design. First of all it looks and is luxuriously comfortable. The coloring is exquisite and the arrangement of the skins is novel.

A pretty turban of broadtail is worn with the set. Its trimming carries out the idea of veiling a light background with diaphanous black. The tall standing ostrich plums, like the light Fitch in color, is mounted with a spray of black paradise feathers in front of it. Broadtail in the turban shows how effectively two entirely dissimilar furs may be worn together in the same costume. The tailored costume with which three handsome accessories were worn, is of black broadcloth finished with plain bands of velvet.

JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

bon or fabric, and tacked to the base of the loops and near the bottom of the hanging end. By allowing extra length to the girdie, the waist line may be managed in several ways. The middle front may be brought up to the bust, or the girdle may disappear under the drapery of the waist at one side and reappear at the back. In fact, the girdle is simply to be managed as a length of ribbon to be used in decorating the bodice without regard to its encircling the waist. By keeping this in mind one may achieve a fashionable effect and vary the mounting of the sash any number of times.

JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

Bags of Silk and Beads.

A new sort of handbag is shown for use with street suits. It is made of silk and beads, and at first sight seems too fragile for street wear. But It proves to be useful and durable, as well as very attractive. These bags are made in several shapes, but all are small and the colors are generally in neutral tones. One bag of gray is six-sided, each panel or side ending In a point. The six points are joined to form the tip of the bag. Another bag of soft, dull yellow is four-sided, and the four sides are cut diagonally at the bottom and mitered together. Still other bags have three or two sides.

All of them havp chain handles of gold or silver beads, and are decorated with a two-inch band of the beads applied about half way from the top to the bottom. Below this band hangs a two or three inch fringe of beads, gold and silver used together.

Pretty Lamps.

Among the many electric lamps this season there are none prettier and more effective than those made of wood, whether In extremely simple designs or hand-carved with artistic patterns. For the room furnished In old mahogany there comes a lamp on colonial lines In perfect keeping vhth the other furnishings. These lamps are fitted with a globe quite like, those on the candle lamps of long ago. Other standards are of wood stained in the rich greens and browns, and others are painted white and enameled so that they resemble Ivory or porcelain. With e shade of just the correct size and style to bring out the lines of the standard, one has a lamp that is thoroughly practical and satisfying to the esthetic sense.

SMILES

HIGH CASTE BOSTONIAN. Let no one doubt that noble blood may run in the veins of the humblest of us! She was a wiry little nine-year-old of the south end and he was her tall, lachrymose newphew of five, with long curls that tumbled weakly over his shoulders. At last someone could endure it no longer and boldly ask the question.

“Why,” she demanded, “does not Oscar have his hair cut? It might make him mure manly.”

And then, even before August spoke, the questioner qailed under the glance that was cast at her. It was in a frigid voice truly worthy of blueblooded Boston that August tossed out her answer:

“The Jaconbargs,” she said in the manner of one who condescends wearily, “do not cut the hair until the seventh year!”—Boston Journal.

METHOD.

Victim —What makes you keep on asking me if the razor hurts? I’ve said yes three times, and it hasn’t made any difference. Barber —No; I was merely trying my razors out to see which of ’em wants honing.

The Sensation.

Upon returning from the city, Farmer Green said to his friend: “Say) Aaron, I had a Tide in my cousin’s automobile while I was up to the city.” “Ye did? How’d seem?” asked Aaron.

“Wa-al,” replied Farmer Green, "it seemed a good deal like failin’ into a mighty deep well, only ye dropped straight ahead instead of down’ards.”

Angelic Influence.

Old Lady (offering policeman a tract) —I often think you policemen run such a risk of becoming bad, being so constantly mixed up with crime. Policeman—You needn’t, fear, mum. It’s the criminals wot runs the risk o’ becomin’ saints, bein’ mixed up with us! —Punch.

Warring Tastes.

“Why does Mrs. Faddy seem so uneasy with Miss Flitty?" “Because Mrs. Faddy is a great stickler for the fitness of things and the peculiarly appropriate in house decoration, and there sits Miss Flitty in a Bulgarian blouse with her feet right on a Turkish rug.”

A Reflection.

“Miss Wilson’s failure to have a lower berth given up to her proves one fact, at least.” , “W 7 hat is that?” “That on a railroad train, if nowhere else, no one cares to be the paan higher up.”

GENTLE HINT.

Jack —Just to tnink, I have been calling here eleven years and Cupid has been lurking around the old sofa all that time. Ruth —Gracious? The little fellow must be gray by this time.

Tush, Tush!

“Ma,” inquired Bobby, “hasn’t pa a queer idea of heaven?" “Why do you ask that?” “Cause I heard him tell Mr. Naybor that the week you spent at the seashore seemed like heaven to him.”

Round and Square.

“The mode of expression plays a very important part in diplomatic negotiations." “Yes; but there is not much use of trying to make a well rounded sentence take the place of a square deal."

The Longest Day.

A retired colonel had been advised by his doctor that he he did not give up whisky it would shorten his life. “Think so?” asked the colonel.

“I am sure of it, colonel. If you will stop drinking I am sure it will pro-, long your days.” “Come to think of it, I believe yon are right about that, doctor,” said the colonel. “I went 24 hours without a drink six months ago, and I never put in such a long day in my life.” —Tit> Bits.

Only a Short Walk.

Van Derhoven (proudly) That’s my house on top of the first range, yonder! Jobson (who has eccepted an invltatlon to spend Sunday at Cragville, N. J. )—I thought you said it was only five minutes’ walk from the station?

Van Derhoven —That’s right—then we reach the foothills and begin to climb. —Puck.

Covering a Risk.

Insurance Agent—You ought to examine this scheme. It offers special inducements to automobilists. Autolst—Oh, I guess I can manage my car all right. Agent—No doubt. But our company would pay your family so much a week during the time you may have to serve for manslaughter.—Puck.

Collecting a Crowd.

"I don’t know what to do to collect a crowd,” said the street salesman. “My old methods are all getting tod familiar.” “Nothing is easier,” replied Mr. Chuggins. "If you want to collect a crowd simply pretend that your automobile is broken and that you are going to try to fix it."

Misunderstood.

The baby was slow about talking and his aunt was deploring that fact. Four-year-old Elizabeth listened anxiously. “Oh, mother,” she ventured at length, “do you think he’ll grow up English? We couldn’t any of us understand him if he turned out to be French!" —Lippincott’s.

FALSE.

Miss Footlight—l never was so angry in my life. I Just stood there and tore my hair out. Miss Limelight—H’m! Didn’t require much effort, did it?

Rebuked.

"I’d like to shake hands with the chief engineer of this old tub.” said the pompous little man who was crossing the ocean for the first time. “I doubt if he would shake hands with you,” answered the captain dryly. “The chief engineer of this old tub is a man of some importance.”

A Sure Thing.

“Wilks bet Dilks >5 this morning that Dobbs would put his feet on his desk before he had been at work half an hour.” “Who won?" “Wilks did. He was betting on a certainty because he knew that Dobbs was wearing a new pair of silk sock* that cost him three dollars.”

Depends on Circumstances.

“Do you say ought-so-mobile or owe-to-moblle, Jimpson?” asked Slathers. “Well, that depends,” said Jimpson. “When I think of how I ought to pay for it I say ought-to-mobile, and when I think of how I can’t pay for it I say owe-to-mobile. Want to take a little run in my owetp-mobile with me?" — Judge.

Highly Specialized.

“This is a song about a girl named Molly. We can’t publish that.” “Why not?” asked the composer, timidly. “We only publish Nellie songs. Take it to Caterwaul & Yelp. They specialize on Molly songs, I believe.** —Judge.

Only the Half.

Maiden Aunt—Venice at last! Onehalf of the dream of my youth is now fulfilled. Niece —Why only half, auntie? Aunt (sighing)—l contemplated going to Venice on my wedding tour.

Where He Saw It.

“Did any of you ever see ap elephant’s skin?” asked a teacher 6f an Infant class. “I have!" exclaimed one. "Where?” asked the teachqr. “On an elephant,” said he.