Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 59, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 March 1915 — Page 2

INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES

Too Many Lessons Killed Educated Angleworm

BOSTON.— One-Eyed Pete, the educated angleworm of Harvard university, is dead. The rigors of a Harvard education have proved too much for him. Pete, before his matriculation at the psychological laboratory of Prof.

to teach him thia has sent him to his grave. Pete, according to the professor, thought like a regular human being and could distinguish between what was good for it and what was not so good for it. When Professor Yerkes took the worm in charge many months ago, it didn’t know enough to get in out of the rain. Professor Yerkes rigged up a device full of holes like a cheese, and one of the apertures was constructed in a manner that is particularly inviting to a poor, wandering worm, alone in a great city. Halfway through the hole the alimw-pajekad course spread out in two directions. At the end of one passage was a comfortable resting place—as comfortable resting places for worms go —and at the end of the other passage was an electric device which would give the creature a sharp shock as soon as it entered it. Every afternoon Professor Yerkes took the worm out of its cage and let it take a constitutional through the tricky hole with two ends. When it came to the parting of the ways, the worm didn’t care at first whether it went to the right or to the left, and so it was shocked considerably, and it generally retreated. But then the worm began avoiding the capital punishment aperture, and soon it invariably went into the hole that afforded comfort But about the time the Harvard professor was satisfied that the creature was educated enough to know which direction to take, Pete up and died, just on the eve of taking his examination for a ”B. A.”

Church Merit Card to Chicago Family of Nine

CHICAGO. —Mrs. Edwin H. Danegemond of Morgan Park rose early on a recent Sunday morning. Then she awoke her husband and seven children. When all were dressed she lined them up for inspection and called

the roll. When all had reported present and she found that all were warmly dressed, she took her husband's arm, and telling her children to walk ahead, marched to the Morgan Park Congregational church. The smallest, three years old, led the parade, which marched in single file through the slush. The oldest, eighteen years old, captained the expedition, while Mr. and Mrs. Danegemond acted as rear guard. As the family entered the church

exclamations of admiration greeted its members. The church was filled with many other children of varying sizes, but no one family group was as large as that of the Danegemond family. It was the annual “family service” at the church. The pastor, Rev. Philip Yarrow, in an endeavor to bring back the old custom of having the family attend church in a body, had offered a hand-painted certificate to the largest family, all of whose members attended church that day. When Reverend Yarrow had finished his sermon he glanced over the parents and their children. His eyes rested on the pew where the Danegemond family was seated. He looked at the smallest Danegemond, who was trying hard not to fall asleep, and counted up the row. “FYntr boys and three girls,” he exclaimed. “Has anybody else brought more than seven children?” There was no reply. “The certificate of merit will be awarded to the Danegemond family,” he said. ;

Little New York Girl Has Meat Line for Cats

NEW YORK. —Every afternoon when little Ruth Owen, seven years old, runs from school to her home at 349 East One Hundred and Forty-ninth street, the Bronx, there awaits her in the rear yard a coterie of cats. The

there, if she would not sell her five cents’ worth of waste meat and bones. The young woman behind the desk was highly amused at such a request coming from the youngster and asked her for whom she wanted the scraps. Ruth replied that the meat was for her back-yard cats, and she was sent away with a good supply under each arm as a gift It soon became a daily habit with the little girl and the waiters, in the restaurant began to regard the day’s business incomplete if Ruth did not appear for her cat meat * To her back yard she hurries and is greeted by the feline aggregation. She is the center of attraction for a few minutes only, as each cat, snatching the biggest portion available, runs off to safety. This performance .is repeated daily and now the cat-meat line has reached such proportions that the individual morsels will have to be greatly diminished, or else Ruth will be compelled to obtain a more abundant supply. ~ .

Dangerous to Give a San Francisco ‘Cop’ Money

SAN FRANCISCO. —If Diogenes could have known Policeman Hyland he would have ended his search right there. It happened as follows, to-wit: Richard Stanton, aged forty-four years, who lives at 84 Broadway, was walk-

ing along Commercial street, near Grant avenue, when he suddenly spied Hyland and hailed him frantically; Stanton is short, a 100-point “sit,” with an added 25 points for the redness of. his luxuriant whiskers, and he was dressed in overalls and working coat “Hey, .officer, here’s something for you!" shouted Stanton, and he waved before the eyes, of the astonished Hyland a handful of 110 bills. Before he could* be questioned Stan-

ton thrust the money, 3100 in all, into Hyland’s hands and walked away. But the policeman did not let him go. Instead, he halted Stanton, who said he merely wanted to help out the policeman, because he had enough money for himself Hyland took him to the city prison. In addition to the original 3100, <97 more was found on Stanton. He was booked for insanity. Stanton says he has 31.000 more in a bank, the fruit pf years of labor. _ made his report, Captain Gleason appended th*- following: “This man, was not so insane. He chose the. right policeman ” -7---™

R. M. Yerkes, lived an idle and dissolute existence in a Cambridge back yard. The professor dug him up in an effort to disprove the claims of another scientist that worms have no intelligenca Pete was given ten lessons a day wriggling on prepared paths. The right one led to a soft bed of wet blotting paper. The wrong one took him to a place where he got an electric shock. Pete finally learned which was the way to worm paradise. But the 1,000 trips necessary

daily line-up of felines is as regular as the day itself, for they have come to know the little girl as their friend. Ruth feeds the kitties at precisely half-past three o’clock, and if she should happen to be late the entire neighborhood knows it from the chorus of meows in the yard. More than a year ago Ruth strolled into a restaurant In One Hundred and Forty-ninth street, near Third avenue,* and bashfully asked Miss Helen Hartnett, the cashier

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

The New Blouses Are Plainer

THE new lingerie blouses and those of crepe chiffon, georgette crepe, crepe de chine and plain or figured chiffon reflect the ideas embodied in early French importations. These early blouses were plainer in design than we have had for some seasons, returning to the shirt waist type in many particulars. , On lingerie waists hand embroidery is sparingly used, in small, dainty patterns. Fine tucking and hemstitching are featured, long sleeves are universal, and necks are either high or opened in a “V” at the front, with small sailor collars or flaring turnover collars. Sleeves are finished with cuffs. French batiste is a favorite material for the lingerie blouses, and open needlework seams, as well as hemstitching, provide an elegant detail in finishing them, that is wonderfully well managed. The long, moderately close-fitting sleeves are nearly always set in with hem-stitching or open needlework of some kind. Small pearl buttons or crochet buttons fasten these waists down the front. In a few models the raglan sleeve is in evidence. Pique collars and cuffs, the latter nearly always of the closefitting variety, turned back, provide a novelty in design on waists of sheer batiste. This is a good time to prepare blouses for the coming season, and those who are looking for authoritative models, which it is safe to ac-

COATS for the demi-season and those suggestive of outings, classed as “sports coats,” are commanding attention just now. Both are pleasantly suggestive of spring and out-of-doors. The sports coats could hardly be overlooked, because they are not meant to be. Wide stripes, big plaids (In subdued colors), and striking originalities in design proclaim them worthy of their name. The between-seasons coat, for general wear, is a quieter affair made up in mixtures for plain colors, cut with great cleverness and made up with a perfection of workmanship that it is a pleasure to behold. p* risking something of the nature of both the street and the sports coat Is the- attract!ve modelshownln the

Coats for the Demi-Season

cept as guides, may pin their faith to fine tucks, hemstitching, and inconspicuous hand embroidery, with the comfortable assurance that they appear in all the fine French designs sent to us. There are some pretty crepe de chine blouses with collars that may be worn as either high or low. They are furnished with detachable ribbon ties. Small buttons, set close together, extend from the top of the collar to the waist line in others. The long sleeves are furnished with a scanty ruffle falling over the hand, and scattered figures, embroidered in silk in the same color as the waist, supplemented with lines of fancy stitching, form the decorative features. Waists of chiffon are made over chiffon linings. Vestees of satin, sleeves and collars of lace, and small cuffs of satin give variety in the composition. Small’ buttons, set on in rows, and narrow, knife-plaited edgings of silk appear on the plainer models. Collars are often faced with cream-colored crepe, and the colors most used are sand, putty, flesh, pink, blue, and maize. White crepe is made up in the same models, but the colored crepes launder successfully and are very chic. One of the plainer waists of figured chiffon is shown in the picture and is a good example of the modes that have made a successful entry for spring.

er a small check as checks go in sports coats, and cut on simple lines. It is sloping shouldered, narrow breasted and flowing as to skirt, thus fulfilling the requirements of the new order of things in coats. ' Many of these demi-season coats are cut much longer than the model shown here. They are made to meet all the requirements of out-of-door recreations, including automobiHng in the chill air of early spring. Large but-, tons and wide girdles, made of the material of the coat, first eatch the eye, in considering their details of construction. Collars are ample and made to roll up close about the neck; altogether they promise much comxCaaTe- t -- JULIABOTTOMLEY.

SMILES

REFORMED.

The One —Did it do any good to prosecute Littleton, the coal dealer, for using fraudulent scales? The Other —Yes. I hear that he’s mended his weighs.

The Reason.

He leads a lazy life, that’s true. And loafs till he’s despised; But he works for a merchant who Has never advertised.

The Reason.

His Fiancee —Papa will make his settlement the same day we are married, the 19th. The Count —Come, dear, let us get married on the 17th. His Fiancee —Is that the anniversary of some great historic event in your family? The Count —No; but I have a note due on the 18th. —Puck.

Such a Rudeness.

Her —No matter how smart a man is, he is sure to meet some other man sooner or later who is smarter. Him —Yes; and about ten thousand suffragettes who think they are.

Hopelessly Out of It.

"Mrs. Wombat has decided not to be a candidate for office after all.” "Why is that?” "She has no new fall hat to cast into the ring.”

Dressed Beef.

"Hey, waiter,” yelled the fat nfhn, "I found a button in this hash.” “Quite right, sir—quite right,” explained the waiter. “We always dress our beef, sir."

Social Natatorium.

“So you’ve given up trying to get •in the swim.’ ” “Yes, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my head above water.”

Paw Knows Everything.

Willie—Paw, what is a willowy maiden? Paw —A skinny girl who has a wealthy father, my son.

Clear Enough.

“I can’t understand that glassy stare She gave me.” » "Why, anybody ought to be able to see through a glassy stare.”

Delicate Suggestion.

“Women certainly have a mania for cheap things.” “Maybe that is how your wife happened to take you.”

The Difference.

“Queer, isn’t it, about sowing wild oats?” “What’s queer?” “That they raise a crop of lemons.”

AT THE. ASYLUM.

Quiz —Why does that man over there lie flat on his back, staring upward? Whiz—That man? Oh! he imagines he is enjoying an automobile ride on a country road. ■' I

A Man Worth While.

There's something tells me I could start And write most eulogistic rhymes To him who has a hopeful heart And never talks about “hard times.”

Oh, That's Different!

“I thought you told me that you would not contract any new debts without my knowledge," howled Mr. Gabb as he tore up a bunch of dunning letters. “I haven’t, my dear,” replied Mrs. Gabb. “I merely -expanded some of - the old debts." •

THOSE LONG WAITS.

"Don’t you remember me, air?** asked the caller, addressing the man at the office desk who was poring over the market report In a dally paper. "Remember you?” queried the man addressed, peering at the caller over the top of his gold-rimmed glasses. "Yes, sir; don’t you remember your old waiter at the chop house? Why, I recall the last order you gave me—porterhouse steak, French fried potatoes —” "Oh, yes, I remember you now,” said the man, dreamily, rubbing his hand over his forehead, "Is the meal ready yet?"

Shakespeare Without Words.

"I tell you,” said the young man with the inky fingers, “there’s a great future for dramatic genius now." "Do you think so?” "Surest thing you know, and I’m going right to work and get a first mortgage on the new deal.” “How?” "I am going to rewrite all of Shakespeare’s plays for the movies.” —New York World.

Overzealous.

Publisher—How is the new reporter doing?

Managing Editor —I had to discharge him. , .

“What for?” "He was far too enterprising.” "What do you mean?” “He made a specialty of announcing surprise parties in advance.”

Collectors.

"Of course we must have a watchdog of the treasury.” "Not yet. What we want is a few good shepherd dogs to chase the funds ifi.”

WAS MA LISTENING?

“The history says, pa, that the English fled before Joan of Arc. “WeH, what of it?” “Would you run if a woman was after you?” '*

Early Bird.

“The early bird gets the worm,” quoted the sage. “Yes,” replied the fool, “but he is merely scratching them up for the late risers.”

The Reason.

“I wonder why so many men marry their typewriters?" “I suppose they think it their only chance of being the family dictator.”

Prime Requisite.

“What is the first step towards vessels starting on their cruise?’! “I should think it was crews starting on their vessels.”

Absent Thrills.

“I long for some genuine, old-fash-ioned melodrama.” "Why this abnormal craving?" “For one thing, I miss the sibilant words of the villain and the throbbing voice of the hero upswelling froln his manly chest.”

Officer, Call the Wagon!

Dingbatz—Some claim that a standing army is a detriment to any country. Snicklefrltz —Huh! I Imagine a running army would be more of a detriment. 3 • I ■ 'I 1 ' '■ 1 1 ■■■ --

Plenty of Time.

Oakley—Wasn’t the tailor willing to give you time? Owens —Give me time? He said he’d give me six months if he could have his way. » ..... ■ '. .■

Second In Rank.

“She told me she wouldn’t marry the best man in the world.” “And?” "I told her that didn’t hurt my chances in the least.”

Appropriately Named.

“What do you call your bulldog?” the visitor asked the farmer. “‘Nabs!’” "A curious name for a dog. Why do you call him that?" “Wait till a tramp comes along sad I’ll show you.” u a

Naturally.

“Did you hear that Bill’s business is all going up?* “Poor fellow! By the way, what is his business?” “He’s an aviator* ' ~ ' ' ' • ■;■■ ■ ' - ’’ .?■•.■■■» - 4 r -.* ‘ I