Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 108, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 May 1914 — Page 2

HAPPENINGS IN THE CITIES

Laid Off Duty by a Thrilling Baseball Dream

CHICAGO. —In these days of high-salaried ball players, where the team managers demand speed of their players, some big league magnate is

gotten away with a nice contract with the Sox.” “Funniest thing you ever heard of,” said Garrigan. “I dreamed that I was playing with the Sox against the Athletics and that Bender was pitching. It was the ninth Inning, with the Macks two runs to the good, when I came to bat. There were two men out and, two men on. “As I stepped to the plate the crowd rose en masse, and for two minutes the cheers were deafening. As I stood there at the plate I remembered the experience of Casey at the bat, and cold chills ran down my back. Then I saw Bender brace himself for the pitch. Over came the ball, and I stood like a goof while the umpire called ‘Strike.’ The next was a ball, and then came another strike. ‘Take him out. Take him out!’ they yelled, and as I looked in the direction of the third base I saw Callahan turning handsprings. Then he straightened up and shook his fist at me. I would have been willing to give anything to Bender at that moment if he only had been good enough to let me foul out. » “But no. He wound up, and I closed my eyes and swung. The ball sailed over Oldring’s head far into center field, and I began to tear round the bases. As I rounded second I heard Callahan yelling frantically that I forgot to touch first, and I redoubled my efforts for the keystone sack, while the grandstand and bleacher crowds appeared to me as though they had gone violently insane. As I dashed back I struck something and then suddenly brought up with a thud. —H“The game was over. I was sprawling eight feet below my bedroom window with part of the window sash hanging to my anatomy and my wife calling to me, ‘John, what is the matter?’ “I certainly will never forget that ninth inning.”

Betrothal Party Jars Cops and Child’s Mother

DETROIT, MlCH.—When Robert Johnson the other afternoon arranged an engagement party for his twelve-year-old daughter, Salome, without con-

sulting his wife, he proved himself, in point of courage, a worthy wearer of the big badge, which adorns his left suspender, and which tells the world that he is assistant chief of all the gipsies of the United States. Chief Johnson wears no medal for diplomacy, however. When the chief’s chief, Mrs. Leia Johnson, mother of Salome, heard of the affair, she told the police that someone was trying to marry her daughter to a boy of fourteen years.

She also told her husband a few things—which, because of postal regulations, shall have no mention here. When Mrs. Johnson returned to her home at 98 Division street, the party was in full swing. Twenty-five members of Chief Johnson's band, dressed in fantastic native garb, were celebrating. The "bridegroom” was not in sight. His father explained that he was in Chicago. Salome was the belle of the party. Bracelets and necklaces of wrought gold coin adorned her slight figure. Her dress was of a pattern to make Joseph’s coat look like a dull monochrome in comparison. The policemen, who responded to Mrs. Johnson’s call, addressed Salome’s father. “Surely, you are not going to have this little girl married?” they said. "Sure I am,” said the father. “Five years from now. That’s what the party is for.” “Qh!” breathed the enlightened policemen, and their exit resembled that of Mr. Longfellow’s Arabs.

Incident of Storm Recalls Dog’s Persistence

% VORK, PA.—Whatever he may lack in pride of ancestry, "Pup," Joseph I Kly eman’s shaggy little brown dog, has saved a human life. There is

On the morning after the great blizzard here recently Klyeman started out to get willows for use in his trade of basket-making. “Pup” accompanied him, as usual. As they approached a Pennsylvania railroad crossing where the white drifts were piled high in.the cut, “Pup” suddenly stopped and sniffed, then plunged aside and headlong into a mass of snow. Klyeman paid little attention until the dog ran back to him and leaped about, whining and betraying every evidence of excitement. Then he ran back and began to scratch and burrow in the snow. Klyeman’s curiosity was aroused, and he went to investigate. Buried deep in the snow he found the body of an unconscious man. Help was summoned, and the stranger was taken to the county almshouse, where he was restored to consciousness. He proved to be Robert Dempsey, a vagrant, who, benumbed by the cold, had lost his way and finally fallen exhausted in the drift. It was found necessary to amputate both of his feet, which had frozen.

Great Dane Honored by New York Society Woman

NEW YORK. —It is not a frequent occurrence in the lives of meh, famous or otherwise, to have teas given for them by a member of the fair sex.

The average man looks upon a tea with horror. It is a thing to be avoided at any cost. There is one member of the masculine sex in this city, however, who not only attends these festivities, but can honestly and truthfully say that he enjoys them. Natural curiosity makes one wonder who this odd member of the community is. He is Mr. -James Galplp, more familiarly known as plain Jim. More curiosity makes one begin to wonder who and what Jim is. Jim is

nothing less than a very large and dignified Great Dane, who belongs to Dr. H. T. Galpln. Is Jim a well-known member of New York society? Indeed he is. He is best known for his great courage and bravery, which has made him a famous character. Dinners and teas, several medals, and a silver bowl have been given him in recognition of his valor. Recently a large tea was given in his honor by Miss Kate Sanborn. On this occasion he was presented with a silver bowL This was in appreciation of his bravery in saving the life of his master at a fire in his apartment. He enjoyed every moment of the afternoon. He likes lots of people about him, but with H all he is modest and retiring. _

overlooking a promising recruit in not | signing John J. Garrigan, second-class detective sergeant at the Central detail police station, to a contract. i Garrigan recently was laid up at his | home with a dislocated shoulder as a result of a baseball dream he had, I and which came to an abrupt ending when he found himself in the back yard below his bedroom window. “If Comiskey only had seen that play,” Garrigan said, as he nursed his injured shoulder, “I think I could have

many a pedigreed dog that cannot boast as much. It may be unfortunate that there r cannot be recorded a long list of remarkable feats of "Pup” leading up to his crowning achievement; but truth will not permit it He was simply an ordinary dog, a faithful guardian of the house at night and a companion of his master by day, until the hour arrived for him to work out his destiny. But when that moment came ’ he knew exactly what to do.

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Afternoon Gown of Taffeta and Ribbon

DISTINCTLY in the new French mode, this gown exemplifies how far it has departed from the clinging fabrics and long lines that have prevailed through many seasons. Comparisons are odious, but, like the Athenians, the moderns are always looking for something new, and hence the new modes. Some of them are destined to die an early death and the best that can be Baid of many of them is that they furnish a cue to designers who take them up and improve upon them. In the gown pictured the employment of wide, plaid ribbon in bodice and skirt is a feature that is destined to live. The easy and comfortable adjustment of the bodice, and its usefulness for outdoor wear, are commendable. It answers the purpose of a little coat, finished with a standing frill of double taffeta about the neck and sleeves, and the suggestion of a basque in the narrow frill about the waist.

The plaid ribbon forms a yoke slightly full about the waistline, to which the lower part of the skirt is sewed. The seam shows a piping in the ribbon. Except for the yoke the skirt is made of taffeta laid in narrow side plaits, and finished with a double frill of taffeta about the bottom. Two similar frills are placed just below the knees. The skirt has novelty to recommend it, but is npt graceful. The yoke is

How Little Girls Wear Their Hair

LITTLE girlit are privileged to wear their hair.ln ringlets or ripples or bobbed off short.- And they may have it braided in neat and shining strands and still be fashionably dressed as to their heads. And at the front the hair may be trimmed across the forehead In a bang or parted in the middle or at one side. No one style has been adopted as better than another, but there is a growing fondness for oldfashioned curls such as the little daughters of colonial dames wore with such demure pride.

But however the mother may determine to dispose of the matter of dressing her darling’s head, one thing is certain, ribbons of some sort will be introduced in Che scheme to the joy of th* wearer and every one within sight her. Plain wide taffeta holds first place in popular favor tor hair bows and is not likely to be displaced. It is crisp, with a crispness that remains, and made in every color of the rainbow and many more. Two arrangements of ribbon bows are shown in the picture. The bow at the left is made of ribbon, six or mote inches in width, tied in a pair of loops end two ends; that is in the simplest

almost plain about the hips, and all the lines made by frills and joinings extend straight around the figure, lessening its height. No natural curves of the body are followed, and in fact the body is encased in the skirt instead of being draped with it. The design is suited to a slender figure of medium height. It would be grotesque on a short, plump figure and awkward on a tall, slim figure. The yoke with side plaited skirt attached has been worked up quite successfully by making it an overskirt finished with a frill at the bottom, falling over a plain skirt. The overskirt is weighted a little’and slopes downward toward the back. The underskirt is full enough to admit of freedom in walking. One of those hats with flat, flaring brim mounted over the side of a crown is faced with chiffon which extends beyond the edge of the brim ip a frilL

The bandeau is covered with ribbon finished with a small bow at the right side. The plateau is of straw braid and trimmed with a wreath of small flowers in vivid colorings. It is a smart and attractive model. Plaid and figured taffeta ribbon play a very important part in the construction of gowns and wraps. They are formed into flounces, edging wraps shaped like short capes and other suggestions of the dolman of days gone by.

of bows and known as the Alsatian bow. It fastens in a strand of wavy hair at the left side and its business Is to be purely ornamental. At the right, the hair is braided in two smooth braids, starting at the nape of the neck. They are wound with small strands of hair at the ends and wrapped about the head. The ribbon is in one length. One end is tied about the braids at the left side in a bow showing two loops and a short, slanted end. The ribbon is brought over the top of the head and tied in the same sori' of bow at the right side. The braids are actually tied together by the ribbon. This style is neat and substantial, and is said to encourage the growth of the hair. When taffeta ribbon becomes crushed from tying it is easily freshened. It'should be dampened by rubbing it with a clean moist piece oi white muslin or linen. When it is evenly dampened place it on the ironing board and spread a clean piece pi white tissue paper over IL Iron it dry, under the‘tissue paper/ with a moder ately hot iron.

JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

GATHERED SMILES

WOULDN’T TAKE THE CHANCE. Dutch Frye was in a hotel in a Western city one day when a man whom he knew slightly rushed up to him and handed him this: “Dutch, lend me SIOO. I’ve been drinking a little too much since I’ve been in this town, and I’ve used up all the money I brought with me. Furthermore, the hotel is very strict, and has a rule that no drinks can be served in the room of a guest unless he is 111 in bed and has a doctor’s certificate to show for it. The fact is, Dutch, I have already had pneumonia, diphtheria, asthma, congestion of the lungs, inflammatory rheumatism, laryngitis and—” “Take the hundred,” sqid Dutch solemnly. “I’m afraid if yoy keep on you, might have some fatal disease.” —Popular Magazine.

Probably Not

Practical Father —Has that young man who wants to marry you any money? Romantic Miss —Money! pe gave me a cluster diamond ring studded with pearls. Practical Father —Yes, I know. Has he any money left? New York Weekly.

As Gold Dust Twins.

Mrs: Lightvein—The Hopewells seem to be such a congenial couple. Their ideas always run in the same channel. Mrs. Sewell —Yes indeed; yesterday I saw Mr. Hopewell reading “Abbott’s Life of Bonaparte” and Mrs. Hopewell perusing Beatrice Sparerib’s “Beauty Hints.”

Criticism.

“What play did you see when you went to the theater?” " ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ ” "How did you like it?” “Well, the costumes were all right. But the Romeo didn’t dance and Juliet wasn’t much for looks and neither one of ’em had real new' stuff.”

Eleven Others.

“So you claim to be a literary man, eh?” “Yes, sir; I wrote that book: *A Dozen Ways to Make a Living.’ ’’ “And yet you are selling shoestrings!” 1 “Yes, sir; that’s one of the ways.”

TO THE POINT

She —Wot’d you buy if you had a whole dime, Willie? He—Aw! Shut up.

Cost of Living.

liow the waiter makes us holler For the good old-fashioned time! Now he wants a half a dollar Where he used to take a dime.

The Family Jar.

“I wish the foolkiller would get around here some time!” “I hope if he does I’ll have an advance notice of it.” "Think you’ll be able to - escape, eh?” “Not that, I shall want to get some mourning ready.” \

A Guess.

Blx—-Wonder why they call the game "poker?” Dlx —Can’t say, unless that you are apt to burn your fingers when you get the wrong end of it.

Sitting Out of Doors.

Bacon —Don’t you remember how you used to sit down out of doors in the summer time? /Egbert—Yes; and I do now, some times, when there’s ice about.

Great Improvement

Penman—What’s become of that fellow who used to write serials for your paper? Wright—Oh, he’s on a farm. He’s turning out some good cereals now.

Expert Exegesis.

"Pop, what is bantling?” “A bantling—er—er—a bantling is somebody who bants, my son.” “Well, what does this mean in my book where a man says that he got no fat proceeds from his bantling verse?” "I guess it means it was too thin.”

As Paderewski.

Sonny—Pa, what is the meaning of allegro in music? ' Pa —It means, my son, that the performer must not let his right hand know what his left hand is doing.

So Confusing.

“That’s the young man at the table over there. He’s going to inherit ten millions” “I see two young men —dressed precisely alike. Which is it?” “Good gracious! Why the one sitting down, of course. The other is the waiter.” “Indeed! So that’s the heir, eh? I was in Hopes he was the waiter.”

Sensitive.

“She’s getting rather plump.” “Yes, but don’t you dare tell her so. She nearly sued her husband for a divorce on account of her plumpness.” “Why, he isn’t to blame.” “No, but she heard that he was complaining that he had an elephant upon his hands, and she thought he meant her, and he only meant a house he was trying to rent.”

A REAL PURPOSE

She —Papa says you have no purpose in life. He —I guess he his never seen me make love to you.

Improving the Service.

‘‘There seems to be general dissatis-, faction with our prison system among those who have been incarcerated.” "Maybe the wardens haven’t had the requisite experience. We ought to get a few hotel men, some who are used to catering to an exacting clientele.”

Something Wrong.

“Are you and papa doin’ to stay at home dis evening?” asked the child of its mother. “Yes, dear,” her mother replied.’ The little one looked thoughtful for a moment, and then lisped: “What ith the matter?” —Judge.

His Explanation.

“What this I hear, Tiflin? Is it true - that you’ve married your typewriter girl?” , “Yes. She was no good as a typewriter —and it seemed the easiest way to get rid of her.” —Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Real Beginners.

Ravenyelp—The modern play seems to be nothing more nor less than the dramatization of biological impulses. Can you tell me who started this sex business, anyway? Biffstick—l don’t know, junless it was the Florodora sex tet. —Judge.

His Scapegoat.

“Do you like your new mamma, Harry?” “Yes, I like her awful much!” “That is nice. Do you like her because she is pretty?” “No, I like her ’cause I broke her nicest vase yesterday and she blamed it on the maid.” —Judge.

ONLY ONE

Her—ls there any secret in your Ufa you never told me? She—l had one of those secret divorces.

Stung.

When man admires woman’s style And all her pretty graces, ’Tis sad when he starts making eyes To find her making faces. • /

Better Than Nature.

Soldier—What an idea to have your wooden leg made from the leg of a table! Old Man —You needn’t laugh. I have always prided myself on my well turned leg.—Pele Mele.

Playing the Part

"Yesterday she called her husband a prune.” “That was not nice.” “No, but he got even.” ■" -How?” "He came home stewed.”