Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 128, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 May 1914 — Page 2

MEMOPIAL DAY

COVER them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent, by night and by day, Sleeping the years of their manhood away. Give them the meed they have won in the past; Give them the honors their future forecast; Give thein the chaplets they won in the strife; Give them the laurels they lost with their life. Cover them over, yes, cover them over, Parent and husband, brother and lover. Crown In your hearts those dead heroes of ours, Cover them over with beautiful flowers. Cover the hearts that have beaten so high, Beaten with hopes that were doomed but to die; Hearts that have burned in the heat of the fray, Hearts that have yearned for the home far away. Once they were glowing with friendship and love. Now their great souls have gone soaring above; Bravely their blood to the Nation they gave, There in her bosom they found them a grave. Cover the thousands who sleep far away,

There’s a cap in the closet. Old, tattered and gray. Of very slight value — Intrinsic, they say; But a crown, jewel-studded, Could not buy it today, With its letters of honor. Brave “Co. K.” The head that it' sheltered Needs shelter no more; Dead heroes make holy The trinkets they wore. So, like chaplets of honor, Of laurel and bay, Seems the cap of the soldier Marked “Co. K." ( » Bright eyes have looked calmly, Its visor beneath. O’er the work of the Reaper, Grim harvester. Death! Let the muster roll meager So mournfully say i How, foremost In danger Went “Co. K." .

HEAVY LOSS IN HOTEL FIRES

Figures Show Much Need for the Institution of the "Safety First" Idea In Such Places. Safety Engineering calls attention to the fact that in the first 92 days of this year there were 162 hotel fires in the United States and Canada. On the average a hotel went partially or completely up ln smoke every 13% hours during the period of three month* The property loss totaled

Sleep where their friends cannot find them today, They who In mountain and hillside and dell, Rest where they wearied and He where they fell. Softly the grass blades creep round their repose, Softly above them the wild flow’ret blows; Zephyrs of freedom fly gently o’erhead, Whispering prayers for the patriot dead. When the long years have rolled away, E’en to the dawn of earth’s funeral day, When at the Angel’s loud trumpet and tread, Rise up the faces and forms of the dead; When the great world its last judgment awaits; When the blue sky shall fling open Its gates; When the great columns march silently through, Past the Great Captain for final review.

COMPANY "K”

Whose footsteps unbroken Came up to the town, Where rampart and bastion Looked threat’ningly down? Who, closing up the breaches, Still kept on their way, Till guns, downward pointed. Faced “Co. K.” Who faltered or shivered? Who shunned battle’s stroke? Whose fire was uncertain? Whose battle line broke? Go ask ft of history Tears from today And the record will tell you Not “Co. K." Though my darling Is sleeping Today with the dead. And daisies and clover Bloom over his head, I smile through my tears, As I lay it away. The battle-worn cap Marked “Co. K." —Unidentified.

about 14,500,000, or about 160,000 a day.. Turning to the human side, the figures show that fifty-four persons were killed in these fires, not including all who may have died later as a result of injuries. On the average a human being was killed or injured every twenty hours. On every one of these 92 days from 60 to 100 persons were routed out in panic, and a large proportion of them had narrow escapes from death. The lessons, of course, are obvious,

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Blessings for garlands shall covet them over. Parent and husband, brother and lover; God will reward those dead heroes of ours, Cover them over with beautiful flowers. —Will Carleton.

OUR FALLEN HEROES.

The angel of the nation’s peace Has wreathed with flowers the battle drum; We. see the fruiting fields Increase Where sound of war no more shall come. The swallow skims the Tennessee, Soft winds play o’er the Rapidan; There only echo notes of glee, Where gleamed a mighty army’s van! Fair Chattanooga’s wooded slope, With summer airs is lightly stirred. And many a heart is warm with hope Where once the deep-mouthed gun was heard. The blue Potomac stainless rolls, And Mission Ridge is gemmed with % fern; On many a height sleep gallant souls And still the blooming years return. Thank God! unseen to outward eye. But felt in every freeman’s breast. From graves where fallen comrades He Ascends at Nature’s wise behest. With springing grass and blossoms ’ new, A prayer to bless the nation’s life, To freedom’s flower give brighter hue, And hide the awful stains of strife, 0, boys In blue, we turn to you. The scarred and mangled who survive; 1 ' No more we meet in grand review— But all the arts of freedom thrive. Still glows the jewel on its shrine. Won where the James now tranquil rolls; A wreath for all, the glory thine, And memory of heroic souls! —George Bancroft Griffith.

and so often repeated that It seems hopeless to keep hammering at them. Briefly they are: First, better construction; second, better fire prevention methods; third, better systems of extinguishing fires and of alarming guests. The “safety first” crusade might with advantage be extended to the hotels. Allowing for losses in slack season, three-quarters of the women workers in New York city receive leas than MOO a year.

ROAST PORK WITH STUFFING

Too Substantial a Dish for Hot Weather, But There Still Is Tims to Enjoy It. Before the weather gets too hot we may like to have one more good roast of fresh pork. A fresh shoulder or fresh ham will stuff to best advantage. Select one not too large, make a large incision just below the knuckle between the skin .and the meat for the purpose of introducing the stuffing, which must later be secured by sewing up with small twine. Then with a sKarp-pofnted knife score the leg all over and in the following manner: With the left hand hold the pork firmly and with the knife score the skin across in parallel lines a quarter of an Inch apart. Roast for about two hours and a half or three hours, according to size, and when done dish up with brdwn gravy and send to the table with apple sauce. The stuffing for the pork may be thus prepared: Chop a dozen sage leaves and six large onions and boil these in water for three or four minutes and put on a sieve to drain; then put in a stewpan with pepper and salt and a little butter and let It simmer for twenty minutes, when It is ready to place in the leg of pork. While this onion stuffing is possibly more favored than a dressing in which cracker or bread is used, it seems better to have the bone entirely removed and thus give room for a good quantity of the real old fashioned bread stuffing. A loin of pork may be stuffed with the same preparation by making an incision In the upper part of the loin and after the stuffing Is put In sewing up as you would the leg.

HAVE REGULAR MENDING DAY

By Employment of System, Drudgery of Necessary Repairing May Largely Be Done Away With. "There Is nothing In the world like system, and nowhere does one realize this more than In the matter of dress.” Thus writes one woman, who thinks that the woman who puts off mending the tiny hole, she might have attended to in ten minutes is laying up much trouble for herself when the little hole becomes undarnable. The rip under the arm in the blouse that hardly shows when it is put on extends alarmingly, and there is usually a day of reckoning for all put-off things of the same kind. The remedy for this is a regular mending day or a mending evening, if a woman is engaged in business. Select the best day for this purpose and stick to it; you will be surprised to find that your clothing will not only look better but also last longer. As soon as a garment needs mending put It aside for the mending day that is coming.

Filled Cookies.

One and one-half cupfuls granulated sugar and one cupful lard, creamed together, two eggs, one cupful sweet milk, four teaspoonfuls of baking powder, sifted with two quarts of flour, pinch of salt. Filling: One pound of English walnuts (chopped), one pound of raisins (cooked and thickened as for pies). Mix together. Roll cookies very thin, place In pan, and In center of each put one tablespoonful of filling. Cover with another thin cooky and bake. The heat of the oven will seal them together.

Fricassee of Lamb With Gravy.

Get lamb from the forequarter, cut In pieces for serving. Wipe meat, put in kettle, cover with boiling watqr and cook slowly until meat Is tender. Remove from water, cool, sprinkle with salt and pepper, dredge with flour and saute in butter (here you need to use butter). Arrange on platter and pour around one and one-half cupfuls brown sauce made from liquor in which meat was cooked after removing all fat It is better to cook meat day before serving, as then fat may be more easily removed.

Surprise Cake.

Sift two even cupfuls of sifted flour with two even teaspoonfuls of cream tartar and one of soda into mixing dish. Place the white of one egg in a large bowl, beat to a stiff froth, add one-half cupful melted (not hot) butter, one cupful of milk. Beat smooth, then flavor with your favorite extract, add contents of bowl to those in dish and beat vigorously. A hot oven is needed (350 degrees If you have an oven thermometer).

Nesselrode Pudding.

One cupful whipped cream, one-half cupful pulverized sugar, one tablespoonful 'gelatin, one cupful chopped candied cherries, pineapple, and English walnuts. Dissolve the gelatin In one-third cupful hot water and mix all lightly together. Flavor with vanilla and pour Into mold and stand on Ice for several hours. Serve with whipped cream.

Shellback Macaroons.

One pound of sugar, meats from one pound nuts, chopped fine, three tablespoonfuls flour, whites of six eggs. Beat whites, add sugar, and beat again; add flour, and then the nuts. Drop In small drops on buttered tin and bake In quick oven.

To Clean White Paints.

▲ good way to clean white paints without injuring them is to rub them over with a dean cloth that has been dipped into hot water and then into a saucer of bran.

THROUGH THE PERSIAN GULF

HADES Is built just under the Persian gulf, and ’keeps its waters hot, Arabs will tell you. To prove their claim they point to the luminous, phosphorescent balls which float beneath the waters at night, and say they are fragments of the everlasting, flames. Maskat, the picturesque pirates’ retreat on the rocky Oman coast, Is called the hottest place in the world. The sailors say a man who has spent a summer in this blistering pove may walk barefoot into Hades —and feel a chill. It was 124 degrees Fahrenheit in the shade of our awnings when we dropped anchor in Maskat harbor, five days out of Bombay. Lord Curzon, who visited Maskat, said: “In the heats between June and August the ordinary thermometer bursts; those graded high enough have placed the solar radiation at 189 Fahrenheit. The rainfall Is only three and one-half inches, and this all comes within a period of two or three weeks.” A new American consul to Maskat got in the same day I did, writes Frederick Simpich in the Los Angeles Times. In the silent, quivering heat of noonday the old muzzle-loading guns of the sultan’s fortress, perched high on the red rocks above the baking town, crashed forth a salute. The Stars and Stripes, in honor of the new consul, appeared for an Instant above the picturesque old fort, built by the adventurous Portuguese when they held this boiling inlet ages ago. Aspect Is Uncanny. Gibraltar looks tame beside the wild, scowling cliffs of Maskat Sharp, splintered rocks rise hundreds of feet high, straight up from the hot sea.. From the north a narrow bay opens into this mass of peaks and crags, at whose feet clings Maskat. The whole aspect of the place is uncanny and weird —like Dore’s pictures of Dante’s “Inferno.” Not a trace of vegetation exists. Food is largely brought from India. Near the beach stands the sultan’s palace, a pretentious structure for this part of the world. A huge lion from the Arabian desert is kept in an iron cage near the entrance to the palace. When Lord Curzon was in Maskat he saw a woman, who was accused of murder, confined in a similar cage very near the lion. In the narrow, crowded bazaar, every Arab I met carried a long curved knife, and a firearm of some pattern. Their rifles were often inlaid with silver, and had the stocks wrapped with deerskin. Slavery was abolished—officially—by treaty with the British some years ago, but so many blacks had been previously brought in that they have left their impress on the people of Maskat, with whom they have mixed. The Maskat Arabs appear much darker than those farther north. Scores of thick-lipped, woolly-headed blacks from Abyssinia and Zanzibar were mingled with the market throng; many of* these were slaves belonging to wealthy Arabs. The bazaar trade itself, which seemed to consist largely of guns and ammunition, besides of course the usual articles of cloth, skins and food, is in the hands of Hindu traders. Guns of every description were for sale, and it is from this traffic that the sultan derives much of his income. Camel caravans take the guns Inland from Maskat, and carry them around by land to Kowelt, and even across to Baluchistan. All the tribes of the interior of Arabia secure arms through this source, which they afterward use against one another, the Turks or the English in Baluchistan, as the case may be. Maskat is above all a city of song and dance, of good times and high life —as Arabs know it. In all Arabia, it is said, no maids are so fair as those of Maskat. Here, too, flourish the black arts and superstitious sorceries which are openly avowed and practised. "Baled-es-Soharah” the natives call Oman, which means "The Land of the Enchanters." The water front is alive with weird yarns of fancy magic and occult mysteries. Half the fiction of the Arabian Nights could have been lifted bodily from any of the same sort of stories which are told and retold in the coffee shops of Maskat any night, when the biasing sun is set Frbm Maskat north the heat by day aboard the Kola became more intense, reaching 126. Salters stepped sea water

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on thick grass mats, and spread them about the burning deck, beneath the scorching canvas awning. Heat apoplexy kills men quickly on such days of suffering; one lives each day in fear of the heat. Our dizzy heads and dry skins warned us of danger as we walked with shaky steps about the boat, seeking some spot sheltered from the Soul-destroying sun. At 6p. m. the glass still showed 118, but we felt some slight relief. Tales of Marine Monsters. The morning of the third day from Maskat we anchored in the delta of the Shat-el-Arab, or River of the Arabs. This is the .name given to the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, after they unite on their way to the gulf. A few miles upstream lay the Persian town of Mohammereh. Braving dangers from sharks, stingrays and other pests to white men swimming in the gulf, we bathed long and luxuriously in the cooler waters of the great stream which comes all the way from Armenia. Marine monsters of .many sorts swim in the hot Persian gulf, and the lurid tales Arabs tell of them would fill an Atlantic City reporter with honest envy. One writer says: “Our dhow passed through shoals of giant garfish, dozens of which, attracted by our lantern, leaped aboard. They had long, pointed noses and one of our party was nearly blinded, the point just missing his eye.” At Mohammereh I quit the Kola—joyfully. Redolent of horses, reeking with filth, rats and roaches, she went J her way. On the mudbank of the Shat-el-Arab, 50 miles below the Turkish river town of Bassorah, I found myself, facing a day’s quarantine in the Persian station at Mohammereh. Back of me, on* either bank of the Karun—which comes down from the Persian hills at this point and flows into the Shat-el-Arab —lay the flat, mud-hut town of Mohammereh itself, a mondtonous, sun-baked village blown to fragments by British guns In their war on Persia a generation ago. Near by, half-hidden in the changing mud banks, I observed an old wreck. Later I learned her history; she was the famous old Fox, once a blockade runner in the American Civil war. Bui how she got to Mohammereh, 15,000 miles away by sea, I do not know.

ASHES TO FILL OLD MINES

City of Scranton, Pa., Believes It Has Plan That Will Accomplish Two Purposes. Scranton, Pa., has struck upon a plan which It is believed will solve two of the most difficult problems that have faced the city for years. Several abandoned mine workings have caved in recently near the city, causing damage to property and endangering the--safety of persons living near them. It is the intention of the officials to fill the old workings with ashes collected in the city, thereby making the surface about the city safe and solving the ash-disposal problem at the same time. In a paper read at a conference in city hall J. G. Hayes, director of public works of Scranton, deviated for a moment from the subject under discussion to tell of the new plans. He said: “To eliminate entirely the possibilities of surface disturbances and subsidences in Scranton many plans have been tried and all have failed. Commissioners have been appointed and attempts made to have the mine laws changed so as to hold the mining companies responsible for damage to the surface, but without success. At the present time, however, we are contemplating the flushing of 75,000 . tons of ashes, which our city collects annually, into the old mine workings, under hydraulic pressure. By this method the city will be beautified exteriorally. and rendered safer interiorally. If our plan is a success, in the near future we will have the surface of Scranton as safe as any city in the country.”

“I can’t find my wrench," bawled the plumber. , - "You waste a good deal of time looking for your tools," criticised the. bookkeeper of the establishment., “Now, I always know where to find my pen.” “Well, a fellow cant stick his monfei ey wrench behind his ear."

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