Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 86, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 April 1914 — Page 3

HAPPENINGS IN THE CITIES

Hides Cubs in Cave; Defies Keepers to Enter NEW YORK.—Park attendants have been trying for days to learn just how many bear cubs there are in ft cave at the back of one of the iarge cages in the zoological park in the Bronx. Just yrhen they were born is not known.

how many more is still a matter of doubt. Superintendent Snyder is sure there are three youngsters behind the rock, but Keeper Degon insists there are only two. Interest id the welfare of the cubs became so great among the keepers that one of them undertook to explore the cave and find out how many cubs there were and how they were getting on. He waited until the other bears were dozing after a hearty meal. Then opened the door at the rear of the inclpsure and stepped in, swinging the door softly shut behind him. He was creeping toward the cave when suddenly the mother bear appeared in the “entrance. She had a cub in her mouth, for each day she brings one .of them out into the sunshine, stands guard over it for ten minutes or so, and then gravely catches the youngster up by the scruff of the neck and carries it back into the cave. She was on the way out to give one of the cubs its airing when the keeper encountered her. She growled savagely, and the keeper backed quickly to the door, reached a hand out behind him and opened it. Colorado, with a quick!turn of her head, tdssed the cub just inside the cave. Then, still growling, she cleared the few feet between the cate and the cage door with remarkable speed, reaching it just as the keeper stepped through.

Leg’s Plaster Cast Adorned With Autographs

ST. LOUIS, MO. —With the single exception of a thoroughly well-broken leg. William C. Steer, haberdasher and baseball enthusiast de luxe : is all right It had been three weeks since Mr. Steer broke the leg. Shortly after he was

transported to his Waterman avenue home, tenderly placed in bed and then awaited the arrival of the surgical instruments and the plaster of paris. The leg was reset the plaster of Paris was generously plastered around the broken member, and become as hard and irresistible as re-enforced cpncrete. Visitors to the Steer home who journeyed thitherward to sympathize with the hero of the broken leg were requested—and always complied—to an-

nex their signatures to the white surface of the plaster cast. Mr. Steer had broken his leg» therefore it was up to him to break the monotony. Gathering a collection of celebrated autographs on the plaster cast was one of the means to the aforesaid end. S. P. Britton was one of the callers and readily affixed his signature to the temporary covering of the broken leg. Mrs. Britton, who owns the Cardinals, proved that she was no piker by writing her own name in clear, legible. script. Taken all in all, the broken leg of William C. Steer was soon supporting the finest little group of local autographs td be found on any broken leg in this vicinity. Lying in that bed for three weeks was a trying ordeal for Mr. Steer, who is usually active and of a nervous temperament, anyway. It was particularly irksome in view of the fact that outside of the broken leg nothing was the matter with Mr. Steer. It can be safely predicted that he will be in the stands when the umps start the ball to rolling ’round about the midsection of April.

Masher Boys in Rouge; “Good Morning, Judge”

KANSAS CITY, MO. —The Brothers Jackson —Davis and Edgar —said “Good morning, judge,”*for the first time in their lives when they were presented to Judge Burney in the North side municipal court the other morning. An

a fringe of lace ardund it, a carmen hue in the center. The amazed policemen at headquarters searched them for mesh bags, but didn’t find any. In police court the two, slightly rumpled after a night in jail, viewed the cosmetics in surprise. . ♦ "My goodness, judge,” protested Davis, “that rouge belongs to my sister, and I just happened to be carrying it.” “And that powder rag and powder is what I use after shaving,” Edgar said. “Heaven knows, we all use powder.” “And as for filrting, we know those girls perfectly well,” Davis explained. Judge Burney gave up. “I’ll fine you $25 apiece,” he said said weakly. “There are some things that even a judge doesn't know how to handle.”

Called O’Brien “Cohen”—and Then It Happened

DETROIT, MICH. —To begin with, Cohen ip not an Irish name. “What caused this fight?" asked Judge Gainey in police court the other day, when Sol Lefkowitz and Connie O’Brien were brought before him as being the prin>

cipals in a street fracas at Gratiot avenue and Hastings street. “Yer honor —he shlandered me!” said Connie O’Brien and nearly wept from mortification. “Sez he ter me, judge, just as Oi’m sayin’ ter you—sez he ter me, sezzee, ‘Hello, Cohen;* just like thot, yer honor." “Is that true,* Sol?” asked Judge Gainey, sternly. “A mistake it was I made, judge— I swear it!” said Sol Lefkowitz, earnestly. “Never I would have said it if

an Irisher I knew he was. Like this It was, Mr. Judge, so help me! Me, I was along Hating street going an’ I ain’t mindin’ nobody else's business at all, when a man was coming an* he just like Joe Cohen looked an’ like a good friend I sald-Jt, ’Hello, Cohen.’ "Judge, that guy he wan’t no more Cohen than you are. A minute after to him 1 had said it ‘hello’ I thought it was Abey Attel he was, when first he right on the nose hit-me a biff. The air it was full of those hits. Like a good citizen, I made for help an awful holler. A policeman who an IrUt er was not • came and pinched us, but " “Yud bev saw a bushel of stars If the cop hadn’t spoiled ut all,” interrupted O’Brien, with a grin. ’ Judge Gainey advised O’Brien to go .easy on the liquid which provokes visions of St Patrick’s pets andihformed him that the next time he is brought in it will mean a vacation in a cell, while Sol, whose only fault was poor eyesight, waa released forthwith. .. ; . • - ’ . .

They only learned that there were cubs in the cave when Colorado, a female North American brown bear, appeared at the entrance a week ago bearing one of them in her mouth. It was not any bigger than a cat, the keeper who saw it said. Titer? are three other bears in the cage with the mother, and they lined up in front of the entrance and prevented an inspection of the cave. Later the keepers learned that Colorado had more than one cub, but just

undignified charge of mashing was against them. "~ When they were arrested the day before coming out of a Main street store they were clad in tight-fitting black suits with narrow pencil stripes. They wore the latest style of tall pearl gray hats and deep pointed collars. At police headquarters a stick of rouge was found in the possession of Davis, who is nineteen years old. Edgar, a year older, carried a face powder box and a. chamois skin with

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER.. IND.

Costuming the Maids of Brides-to-Be

EVERY prospective bride wants her maids to be picturesque; like and something unlike those who have preceded in other corteges of beautiful youth. The present styles fire one with enthusiasm when their possibilities for the bridesmaid are considered. The ambitibn of the bride for original touches in the costuming of her maids has any number of good chances for fulfillment. Chiffon taffeta for quaint, bouffant gowns has a sheen like pearls. Crepes and voiles are made in the same patterns. Nothing could be prettier. Laces and nets of the filmiest sorts are incredibly low in price, since they are the product of machine work plus the brains of their designers. The smart bridesmaid’s costume shown here is made of chlffdn taffeta in the palest of pink tones, with bouffant hip drapery and a wide girdle which falls below the waist line. The sleeves are merely a fall of wide shadow lace, and there is a small chiffon vest with lace over it at the front. Eight yards of silk in the average width will make this gown. The skirt is almost plain, narrow at the bottom and hanging in below the knees. The

riE story of children’s hats used to be a brief one until specialists turned their attention to this particular kind of millinery. Now it is long and fascinating and much more worth while than ever before.

Looking to the ideas designed for grown-ups for inspiration, and translating them into forms suited to little wearers, has given us the greatest variety of adorable bonnets and hats ever made ready for spring. By specializing, designers have broadened the field and are demonstrating that it was heretofore neglected. They have created discrimination and discernment by placing before mothers a really wonderful array of juvenile hats.

From the little lady of three years, who looks like an angel In everything put on her, to “the awkward age,” when the girl is harder to suit than she ever was or ever will be again, the designers of this millinery have considered the needs of children. This gives the little ones a chance to exercise their tastes and preferences, and It Is amusing and surprising to find that they have very decided opinions as to what they like or don’t like. 7

For a little girl of six two models are shown In the picture. The bonnet might be worn by a younger child and thd sailor hat by an older one. The bonnet is of pink chiffon taffeta faced with shirred chiffon and having fine lace over the upper brim. The

The Story of Children’s Hats

drapery extends over the hips and across the back, terminating at each side of the front.

A tiny bouquet of sapphire blue for-get-me-nots and button roses is tucked in at the waist by way of a finishing touch, and a strand of pearls in the length which fashion requires is worn at the neck. There is a plain fold of chiffon under the edges of tl?3 where it opens at the front 1 The hat is a gold-colored leghorn draped with sapphire blue chiffon on the underbrim, with trimming of pink roses and grasses. The blue chiffon over the yellow braid gives a greenish tone which is repeated in the silk used for the foundation of the muff. Over this the blue chiffon is draped in full puffs with twists' of darker blue velvet between them and a big pink rose with its foliage mounted at the front. This combination of color is very unusual, is entirely new, and beautiful. The hat is wide brimmed wtih a very low round crown. The muff does away with the necessity for and would make a splendid gift if the bride is disposed to remember her maids so liberally.

JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

crown is a small puff of taffeta. The shape suggests the always fashionable poke bonnet, but the brim Is wider as the crown Is smaller than the usual poke. There Is a sash of wide, soft messallne ribbon about the crown, finished with a rosette and knotted ends at the left side. At the right there is a small bouquet of little field flowers.

The little sailor shape is made Qf hemp in all the bright colors and faced with a partial facing of black velvet. The crown is a plateau, plaited Into the brim. It is trimmed with a collar of velvet ribbon with short hanging loops and ends at the back. At first glance It seems almost a replica of sailors made for grown-ups. But there are little differences. The colors used in it are brighter, there is a different balance between the brim and crown, and the management of the trimming is distinctly childish. Besides the usual abundant use of ribbon many flowers are featured in children’s millinery. Velvet ribbons on misses’ hats take the place of the messalines used for little children. Braids are like those used in shapes for grown people, with the plaid patterns used oftener. Laces and chiffon are in greater demand, with ribbons and then more ribbons. The plain, lightweight weaves in light tones and high luster hold first place as trimming for children's hats.

JULIA BOTTOMLIY.

GOOD JOKES

TO HAVE AND TO HOLD.

An eager but ragged lad stood in the lobby of a theater Saturday night, says the Cleveland Plain Dealer. After a while he summoned up enough- courage to approach the haughty beauty who presides at the ticket booth. “Say,” asked the kid, “if I buy a ticket now will it be good Sunday night or Monday?” *■ “Sure,” answered the lady. “Them tickets ain’t for reserved seats. They’re good any time. But whadda you wanta buy one now for? Why don’t you wait till you come to the show?” “Say,” confided the kid, “if I take a nickel home wid me, me ma will get it I better buy the ticket now.”

His Choice.

“Which do you prefer?” asked the Old Fogy, “a preacher who is an orator or a preacher who reads his sermons ?” “Give me the preacher who reads his sermons,” replied the Grouch. . “Why,” asked the Old Fogy. “He can tell when he gets to the end,” replied the Grouch.

NO CHANCE FOR ARGUMENT.

“Once my wife and I were very disputatious. Now we never quarrel at alt” “That so?” “You see, we don’t speak to each other any more.”

My Pen Is Bad.

My typewriter’s worn out; My ribbon’s no better, But my Jove for you Will finish this letter.

Indiscriminate Phrase.

“What’s this!” exclaimed the sensational editor. “Story about a woman who put a few people to considerable trouble," said the reporter. “But you haven’t identified her.” “We couldn't learn her namfe.” “What difference does that make? Not knowing her name would not prevent you from referring to her as a prominent society mowan, would it?”

Late Hours.

“Spaddles has ruined his health and lost his position.” “I thought he was a wide awake young man.” ..... . “That’s just the trouble. He was wide arwake too many times when he should have been sleeping.”

The Mirror and the Lady.

Patience —I see mirrors at street corners have been suggested to pre-, vent automobile collisions. Beatrice —But what could be done to prevent the crowding of street corners by women?

Continuous Feaster.

“I have just been reading the story of the Prodigal Son,” said Farmer Corntossel. “Well,” replied his wife. “There’s no danger of our boy Josh goin’ to town and cuttin’ up that way.” “No. I sometimes think it would be a savin’ of fatted calf if now an’ then he’d turn loose an’ go visitin’ fur a few months,"

Marked Simillarity.

"Well, I guess it will soon be time to haul out the old water wagon, give it a fresh coat Of paint and start it down the line heavily loaded.”

"Yes. The old water wagon reminds me of a suburban trolley car, outward bound at 6 p. m.”

"And how is that?” “The farther it goes, the lighter It gets.”

Going Some.

Bacon —Our cat is dead, and It was fifteen years old. Egbert—lt must have gone the pace. Bacon —Why? Egbert—To live nine lives in 15 yean.

Slogan of the Jam.

“Move up. move, up!” roared the conductor. o ‘Can’t,” came back a piping voice. **A woman in the aisle is threatened with a fainting fit.” ‘Tell her to wait till she gets in the vestibule.” shouted the conductor. ’Move up, move up!”

Aroused [?]er Curiosity.

Marie—l ponder how old you are? Julia—l just told you my age. Marie —Yes; that’s what det me wondering.

READY FOR HOSTILITIES.

Dinks —Why do pugilists s lake hands when they go into the rinj ? Winks—For the same rei son, I suppose, that two women kiss when they meet on the street.

She Scored.

"You threw yourself at m r head.” Quoth he, “I wanted a good soft mark,” Said she.

Some Rainbow.

Redd —Where did you get that necktie you've got on? Greene—My wife gave it to me for Christmas. “But it’s only got ten different cot> J ors in it" “I know it. They must have run out of colors when they were malp Ing it.”

No Merit In Thai

Litigant—Your fee is outrageous. . | Why, it’s more than three-fourths of ~ what I recovered. , ‘q Lawyer—l furnished the skill and the legal learning for your case. Litigant—But I furnished the case. Lawyer—Oh, anybody car. fall down a coal hole. —Stray Stories.

And Brought Forth a Mouse.

Chollle —I figured out this morning how many ancestors I really had, and found there were several thousand. Miss Blune —And just think of ths insignificant result of all those ancestors. *

A WOMAN'S REASONS.

Mrs. Brownstone—Are you going to the country this year? Mrs. Stockson Bonds —I don’t want to, and Fred doesn’t want me to go, so I have made up my mind to go.

A New Version.

Automobiles all remind us Footprints on sands are now effete. ; But tire tracks we can behind us Leave on dirt roads, pike or street. —

Trouble In Store.

"Pokesly says he is going to throw an old shoe at you when you get married tomorrow.” “I’m glad Pokesly is getting to be more friendly. He hasn’t had much use for me lately." 3 “Perhaps he hasn’t changed. He told me he thought he could get the kind of old shoe he wanted at a blacksmith's shop.”

At an Advantage.

“Why Is the weather so fascinating a topic of conversation?” “Well,” replied Farmer Corntossel, [ “I suppose it’s because it’s one of the few subjects of general Interest that you ain’t supposed to read about in the Congressional Record before you can pretend to understand it.” — •

Some Progress.

“My, but you men build rapidly," said an old lady to a contractor. “Six weeks ago you began digging the foundation to this house and now you are putting tn the lights.” “Yes, ma’am,” replied the contractor. ‘‘and next week the livers will be In.”

Looked Like a Scheme.

“What’s the coolness between you and Wombat?” - ‘He asked me to take care of his parrot this summer.” 'M “That may have been asking a great deal. However, you agreed. So what’s the trouble now?” “He hasn't called for It yet”

The Combination.

‘So your dentist decided you had a sympathetic tooth?” “He did, hU bin was the last sympathtic touch”, f-, „