Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 114, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 May 1915 — Page 3

BIG SEAT SALE AT RIVERSIDE LAFAYETTE

SI. Joseph’s College Team Will Oppose City League Leaders in Game at Lafayette Sunday.

Lafayette Journal. Work is progressing rapidly on the new Riverside baseball park near the waterworks pumping station on Canal street. While all the improvements contemplated will not be finished by Sunday, there will be enough of the grand stand completed to seat six hundred people and the new bleachers on the east side of the grounds will seat several hundred more. The Riverside opponents will be the St. Joseph’s college team of Rensselaer, with Otto Ricks pitching for the college lads. One thousand tickets have already been sold for the game on Sunday and there is still a demand for more. A big crowd will witness the game. Extra men will be put on today to finish the new grand star.d in time for the game. The diamond has been put in big league shape and the new park presents a business like appearance. The opening game Sunday will be called at 2 o’clock.

COMB SAGE TEA IN LIFELESS, GRAY HAIR

If Mixed With Sulphur It Darkens So Naturally Nobody Can Tell. Grandmother kept her hair beautifully darkened, glossy and abundant with a brew of Sage Tea and Sulphur. Whenever her hair fell out or took on that dull, faded, or streaked appearance, this simple mixture was applied with wonderfu leffect. By asking at any drug store for ''Wyeth’s Sage and Sulphur Compound,” you will get a large bottle of this oldtime recipe, ready to use, for about 50 cents. This simple mixture can be depended upon to restore natural color and beauty to the hair and is splendid for dandruff, dry, itchy scalp and falling hair. A well-known downtown druggist says everybody uses 'Wyeth’s Sage and Sulphur, because it darkens so naturally and evenly that nobody can tell it has been applied—it’s so easy to use, too. You simply dampen a comb or soft brush and draw it through your hair, taking one strand at a time. By morning the gray hair disappears. After another application or two, it is restored to its natural color and looks glossy, soft and abundant.

Carrier Pigeons Released By Frank Maloy at Lowell.

Lowell Tribune. Agent Frank Maloy receive**! from Mishawaka, Ind., last Saturday eight large coops containing 300 carrier pigeons, with instructions to release them Sunday morning. His son, John, was appointed commander in chief of the pigeons, his duty being to see that they were properly fed until time to release them and on Sunday morning, surrounded by his friends, he opened the eight coops and released the birds. They soared around for a time and then started on their trip home. It was quite a novel sight to watch the birds get their bearings before starting out. Mr. Maloy was instructed to report the time when they were released, and the chief liberator, John Maloy, filled out the report and got it away in proper shape. Each bird was handed and numbered and we would like to know how many of them got safely back to their home.

Money to Loan ■* SI,OOO on first mtg. farm security 1 year. SISOO on first mtg. farm security. 1 year. $ 500 on farm mtg. security 1 year. $ 50 on chattel mtg.

I can loan your idle funds in any amount on_safe, approved security at a good rate of interest. JOHN A. DUNLAP

HOME FAVORITES FOR BIG HOOSIER RACE WIX,tOX AMDERSOK Indiana’s choice for first in the next Indianapolis 500-mile race is expected to be evenly divided between Howard Wilcox and Gil Anderson, both natives of the Hoosier state, who are scheduled to -drive Indiana-made Stutz cars of the latest European design. Both are classy drivers, as is witnessed by the fact that Wilcox recently took second in both the Vanderbilt yyi Grand Prize races, while Anderson won the 1913 Elgin.

GENERAL NEWS IN SHORT PARAGRAPHS

Most Important Events of the Day Briefed For Republican Readers.

Huerta’s Family in New York. General Huemta, the former provisional president of Mexico, who recently came to New York, was joined Thursday by all the members of his family, who arrived an a steamer from Barcelona. The party included the wife of Huerta and their nine children, with tutors and servants totaling thirty people. They will live in Huerta’s summer home, which he recently leased at Forest Hill, Long Island.

Offer Reward for Recovery of Dead.

The Cunard company has offered a reward of $5 each for the recovery of bodies of Lusitania victims and the American consulate supplemented this offer by another of an equal sum for the body of each American found. The bodies, driven by an easterly wind, are sweeping around the southern tip of Ireland. The rewards offered are expected to stimulate greatly the efforts of fishermen who either 'through superstition or unwillingness to interrupt their fishing have up to the present rendered little service.

Business Men Work on Road.

Bankers, lawyers, merchants, doctors, newspaper men and members of the faculty of the University of Indiana took a day off Thursday and worked on the roads of Monroe county from the point where the county line begins to the last lap in the southern part of the county. Hogbacks were taken up, holes and ruts were filled and ssme bad stretches of pike were put into first class condition for the visit of Thomas Taggart and Carl G. Fischer, Indiana commissioners on the Dixie Highway, who will inspect the proposed stretch through that oounty. About 300 business and professional rpen worked on the road. All provided their own teams and paid for the gravel and crushed stone. The only expense for the county was the steam roller and drag.

How about the porch boxes? It is not too late to order them made. They help the appearance of the home and add fragrance to the air.

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Loans Wanted S2OO on chattel mortgage. S7OO on city property. $1,500 first mortgage farm loan.

THIS EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, DTP. —-———————i——

The Stories of Famous Novels By Albert Paysor Terhune

By Cervantes

In the Spanish village of La Mancha dwelt a kindly, eccentric old fellow, Don Quixote, who read so'many books of ancient chivalry that he became a little crazy on the subject.

He resolved at last to go forth Into the world as a knight errant, avenging wrongs, slaying monsters, overcoming evildoers and rescuing beauty in distress. So he had a salt of armor made over for him: chose as his “Queen of Love and Beauty” a plump village girl whom he renamed “Dulcinea,” mounted his aged crowbalt horse Rozinante, and, lance In rest, set forth on his career.

A joking Innkeeper created Don Quixote a knight, with a ridiculous aocolade. A party of travelers against whom he sought to hold a highroad (after the fashion of chivalry’s days) beat him almost to a pulp with his own lance. And mafty another ludicrous misadventure befell him. But nothing shook his faith in his own mission. One day, chancing to see a line of windmills, Don Qulxoite shouted gleefully to his squire: “There are thirty formidable giants I mean to attack. We will kill them and enrich ourselves with their plunder.”

Deaf to Sancho’s pleas, the knight charged the nearest windmill. His lance caught In one of the swinging arms of the mill and he and his horse were hurled to earth, breathless an<! half dazed. Don Quixote could not be persuaded he had made a mistake, but declared a magician had foiled him by changing the giants Into windmills. Battles, beatings, insane escapades that ended disastrously followed each other In fast succession. Once the knight and Sancho came upon a traveling circus. In a cage was a huge lion. Here was a chance to duplicate the story of St. George and the Dragon. Don Quixote ordered the cage door opened, vowing he would slay the monster.

The terrified keeper obeyed the fierce command. The cage door was swung open. And Don Quixote braced himself to meet the charge. But the lion merely yawned fend turned its back on the hero, disdainfully refusing to come out and kill him. A duke through whose domains the knight and squire rode decided to have a little fun at their expense. Don Quixote was entertained at the duke’s castle with all the quaint formality of olden days. Ignorant of the fact that he was the butt of the whole joke he hourly threw the court Into paroxysms of mirth.

The duke pretended to make Sancho Panza a governor of the mythical island of Barataria. The squire’s acts of shrewd common-sense during his brief “governorship” amazed everybody. But, tiring of the cares of state, Sancho at last ran away from his job as gov* eraor. And he and Don Quixote re* sumed their road adventures. The climax came when the knight beheld a vast army of demons marching against them. In vain did Sancho explain that the army consisted of a flock of sheep, attended by several shepherds. Don Quixote charged the “demons," smiting right and left with his great sword. When several of the sheep had been killed in this way the shepherds took a hand in the game. They gave the knight a thrashing. Soon after this Sancho managed to induce his master to return home. Don Quixote died shortly after he reached his own home, his brain clearing just before his death. And the whole district mourned him —none other " so keeply as did his faithful squire, Sancho Panza.

(Cervantes, in writing Don Quixote, was charged with “laughing away the chivalry of Spain.” When the book was published, in 1605, it sent the whole reading world into roars of mirth. It was an age when the misfortunes and delusions of an insane old man were regarded as excellent material for laughter, and in which the pathos of the poor knight’s illtreatment seems to have appealed to no one, not even to Cervantes.)

MIGUEL DE CERVANTES-SAA-VEDRA, the most Illustrious of Spanish writers, came of an ancient but very poor family. His taste for literaltore seems to have been developed very early, and to have been chiefly directed towards poetry. In his 22nd year he quitted Spain for Italy, where he volunteered in the Papal Army and fought against the Turks in the battle of Lepanto, 1671. He continued serving under several leaders till, in 1575, while sailing for the low countries, he was taken prisoner by an Algerian corsair. His sufferings and adventures during his three years of slavery in Algeria are said to be described in his novel THE CAPTIVE, Inserted as an episode in DON QUIXOTE. In 1605 he published the first part of DON QUIXOTE. The appearance of this work of genius speedily made him famous, without, however, rescuing him from poverty. In 1613 he published the EX BMPt.abt NOVELS, a collection of twelve novels unworthy of the author es DON QUIXOTE, and in 1615 the second part of DON QUIXOTE was completed. The editions that have been published of this immortal book aw innumerable.

What She Saw

*1 declare,” said Mrs. Olllps to her husband. “I don’t know what Sally Billlnks sees In Snide Mclnnis! But she’s going to marry him!”

“Well,” replied Olllps, “there la no great mystery about that. ‘What does she see in him?’ and ‘What does he see In her?* are two questions that have been asked, I feel safe In saying, since the beginning of time. “Sally sees in Snide one of those beautiful little things such as we used to pay a nickel for when we were kids —things full or red, white and blue glass that formed all sorts of beautiful shapes and designs. He fascinates her Just that way. “That, doubtless, Is all Sally Billlnks sees in Snide Mclnnis.” “But he is so homely!” said Mrs. Olllps. “And so stupid.” “Sally Billlnks is not the fool she looks, my dear. She made the important discovery, no doubt, that the fine and fascinating fellows are not for her. She has taken the goods that the gods provide. This is true philosophy. “Mac has likewise made the astute deduction that beautiful and accomplished women are not taking particularly to his kind of bait.

“It Is all plain to me. A green fly will land a trout on some days and on other days It requires a red fly. Green flies are not the only bait. “Sally thinks that looks and cleverness are one thing and fuel for, the gas meter is another. Mclnnis shows no Grecian countenance. His nose ought never to have happened, I admit, but it is too late now. However, he has something that is a good substitute for looks. He has laid up some treasures which the gas meter has not yet T>een able to break through and steal. See the point? “And Sally, when she discovered that she was no Lorelei, started In to learn to make biscuits. When she has the Inside information and Mclnnis has the wherewithal, why shouldn’t they marry? “It is a Samsonian cinch that when •two people say ‘I will arise as at other times before and get me a husband, or a wife,’ there will be something doing.” “But how can she love him?” “Love him! Your ignorance of your sex is appalling. A woman is like a turtle. She grabs a man and holds on to him until it thunders. She hangs on to one finger, and she doesn’t know there are any other men any more than a trout will recognize a green fly when a red one has taken his fancy,”

Our National Song

"The Star Spangled Banner” and the bombardment of Fort McHenry are inseparably associated. The bombardment had commenced. A little vessel guided by Francis Scott Key shot out from beneath Fort McHenry’s great guns. He hoped to rescue a friend who had been taken prisoner, but he soon found himself a prisoner. His boat was kept astern of the great Admiral’s flagship. He heard the steady cannonading on the shore; he saw the heavy clouds roll over the waters, and he watched the lingering sunbeams of that thirteenth of September fade away. How anxiously he watched the dim twinkling lights from Fort McHenry! How anxiously he watched the preparation for the onslaught; the clearing of the decks; the furling of the canvas, and the ranging of the guns. The lines of iron soon sent forth their streams of death and destruction. Globes of fire cast lurid gleams upon the inky clouds, while below the waves, like sheets of flame, rose and fell; falling timbers, havoc, din and consternation were everywhere. Through the long and terrible night Key watched intently the rolling floods of flame. Heaven, earth and sea flashed fire and our country seemed on the verge of ruin. At last the roar ceased; the fire lessened; the din subsided; all was dark and quiet. Oh, was the flag still there? It was an hour of agony. Key waited and watched for the first gray beams of the dawn. The early light crept higher as the mist cleared; with straining eyes he saw still waving from the ramparts the dear Stars and Stripes. Snatching an old letter from his pock-*, he laid it upon a piece of wood and with his young hand still trembling with feverish excitement he wrote: "O say, can you see by the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hailed in the twilight’s last gleaming; Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight O’er ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof tlyough the night that our flag was still there. O say, does the Star Spangled Banner

still wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"

Relics

A Chattanooga man recently met on the highway an aged darky of hie acquaintance with his arm In a sling. “Is your arm broken?" asked the Chattanooga man, solicitously. The old fellow grinned. “No, boss; It ain’t broken —only sore." “Ah! been hunting?” “No, suh; ain’t been huntin'. Been shoutin’ at trees.”

“Target practice, eh?" “No suh; ain't target practice. Jest shootln* at trees." “I don’t understand."

“Well, suh, Its jest like dis. I goee out Into de woods an’ I selects my trees an’ I shoots bullets Into ’em. la a little while de trees grow round de bullets. Den I cut ’em down to sell to persons from de,North as relics of the battle of Lookout Mountain.”

Contentment

•Rich people don’t get half as much fun oat of life as some of of poor folks,” exclaimed little Phyllis Hall, as she sat darning her boys' stockings, while she rocked the cradle, with little I “Babbie” in it, with her foot. “Just imagine having all the things , in life that one coaid wish for; never having the fan of saving up for a treat, or to know the triumph of making your own gowns!” she laughed, as she bit off a piece of thread with her gleaming white teeth. "Don’t you ever envy the women yu know who have all the luxuries of life and never have a wish ungrade fled?”

"No. I agree with Ruskin when he said it is happier to live in a small house, and have Warwick Castle to wonder at, than to live in Warwick Castle and have nothing to be aston* ished at. "It’s really fun to be poor if you look at it from the right angle. Tou see, dear, that is what most Women are unable or decline to do.” And reaching to the basket at her side she took up another pair of stockings that were nearly all holes. “Women,” she continued, “are more apt to nodce the disadvantages of life, and brood over them until they become bo big that they hide all the little advantages and benefit*; *“■* 7 ~ “A housekeeper who can afford but one servant bemoans the fact that she must spend part of the morning in the kitchen, and starts to think how lovely it would be to have a whole staff of servants and • housekeper to manage them. “Straightway she begins to pity herself because she can not spend hours in social pleasures, as do her more fortunate neighbors. “About this time all the ordinary little worries and annoyances assume huge proportions, and she grows fussy, ill tempered and says life is not worth living if it must be spent in continual drudgery. “Life Is always worth living. “Even if it is not free from sorrow and disappointment, it is a glorious gift if we will let it be flooded with the rosy hues of cheerfulness and of love. “It is a great mistake to compare our existence with some other one’s who is richer than we. If we must compare then let it be with someone whose life is burdened with sorrow, losses and unhappiness. “Banish the ugly, envious little thoughts that spring up like weeds, and break up our selfish discontent and make room for the beautiful flowers of the soul to flourish. “Never say, ‘I can not be contented; it isn’t my nature.* The thing to do is to cultivate contentment and make the best of what material you have to work with. “In all probability you would do no better, even if you had all the advantages enjoyed by your neighbors, all the money and everything it could buy. “’Make the best of what is, and never worry over what might have been, is my motto. When I become dissatisfied I strive as hard as I can to improve matters, and I always supceed.

“There, there, Babble darling, don’t cry; mother %ill get the baby Jier dinner right away. "Rock the cradle gently a minute, will you, dear, while I warm Babbie’* milk for her?” As she left the room I breathed a prayer of thanks giving for the valu* able lesson in contentment that I had just been taught.

Home Helps

A wooden butter-knife made of hollywood will be found a convenience in the kitchen. If the lamp chimneys are badly smoked and it seems impossible to wash them clean, try rubbing them ovqr with a little alcohol. Celery should lie at least half an hour in cold water or on ice before serving, in order to be firm and crisp, A bucket of clear water, with a handful of salt in it, will clean matting) rub the matting lengthwise. A few drops of water added to the fat, and the fry pap covered, will keep eggs from becoming tough. When the custard curdles, beat with a rotary beater and it will become all right.

Rusty Needles

If your sewing needles get rusty and you are always having to cast them away because they are rough and useless you will flnd,*very probably, your needle book Is to blame and not your needles. It Is a mistake to use flannel leaves, as the sulphur In the flannel rusts the steel, so you should use leaves of linen or chamois instead and then you will have bright needles. %

To Clean Leather Furniture

Make suds of good white soap and rainwater; wash leather with a soft cloth and rub' perfectly dry; then take cheesecloth, dip small piece In olive oil and rub until all absorbed. It takes very little oil for this.

If you have been unfortunate enough o tear a dress of thin material and are at a loss how to make toe rent Invisible when mended, try threading a hair Into your needle. I know of a new brown mohair skirt that was mended in this way, and the skirt rounded out a long and useful life without this scar upon its smooth surface being detected. A hair Is strong, fin* and pliable, and If reasonably long can be used to advantage by skillful

Changed Her Mind

“Girls,” said young Mrs. Allison, adjusting her collar to a coquettish angto and smoothing her piqoe skirt, "1 hat* news! Now, what do you think?” “War on millinery T inquired fh* young matron with auburn hair, concisely. "Neither,” said young Mrs. Allison, with a grin. “Matrimony.” “Gracious!” ejaclulated the sewing circle as one seamstress, With bated breath and suspended needlep. “Hurry up and tell us, Celeste!” “I never hurry,” said young Mrs. Allison, placidly. “Haste, my beloved hearers, is the curse of the American commonwealth, the destroyer of courtly manners and the handicap of the rising generation, because —” “Do you charge admission?” interrupted the young matron with auburn hair, pertly. "Because,” continued the speaker, firmly, “it racks the nerves and waste* the vitality and reduces the mind to a state of weariness. It makes the fat man look fatter and the thin man look thinner.”

"She sounds like a patent cement house advertlsment,” murmured the auburn haired matron. “Cool in winter And warm in summer—or is it the other way about!” "And,” finished young Mrs. Allison, with determination, “it cakes the powder on every woman’s nose!" “Nonsense, Celeste,” said the fluffyhaired blonde. "Weren’t you ever late for a dressmaker’s appointment?" “You’d ’ etter believe I was,” conceded young Mrs. Allison, with sudden ruefulness. “Three-quarters of an hour, this very morning. Where’s my powder rag now?” “In your belt,” remarked the auburnhaired member crisply. “And what la your news?” “Oh, that!” said young Mrs. Allison, brightly enthusiastic again. “How could I forget it! Such news, my dears! Quite Important enough to honor this occasion of our last meeting before we adjourn for our several vacation —to fade our hair and peel our noses. All right, then, I’ll tell, Melissa is engaged.” "No!” cried the members, in unison. “Will some one please tell me,” inquired the fluffy-haired blonde, "why it is that when a girl, even the handsomest of girls, announces her engagement, the feminine audience always says ’No,’ just like that with one voice?”

'‘The world is astonished at her temerity, my love,” answered young Mrs. Allison, promptly. "Here’s Melissa now!”

The sewing circle fell upon the tall brunette in the doorway and showered her with felicitations. “Now,” ended the matron with auburn hair, "tell us about him, dear. You’ve always said you’d never, never, never marry a red-headed man, a person in the railroad business, or a Democrat, so, I suppose, he is none of those things. Is he tall and dark?" “His complexion is about like yours,” hesitated the graceful brunette with her eyes on her thimble. “Wh-what?” cried the sewing circle, aghast.

Young Mrs. Allison grinned again and looked out the comer of her eye, at the fiuffy-haJfed blonde. “And what does he do for a living, my child?” she Inquired persuasively. “He’s secretary of the J. B. & M. railroad,” said the bride-to-be. “And,” sh* added, indignantly, before the shout of laughter quite drowned her voice, "h* says he voted last time for Wilson, but he has promised me positively that next time he’ll vote for Jane Addams!”

Still Belonged

A small, rather timid-looking man entered a newspaper office and approached the clerk. “Are you the man who takes In society news?" he queried, with an appealing look. "Yes, sir,” cheerfully replied the young man at the desk. “I can take any kind of news. What have you got?" “Why, it’s Just this way," said the caller, lowering his voice. “My wife gave a party last night It was a brilliant affair, and I am willing to pay to have this report of it put In the paper.” “We don’t charge anything for publishing society news,” explained the clerk, at the same time taking the proffered manuscript and looking it ever. “That's all right” was the reply. "You don’t get me. I wrote this up myself, and I put In a line that says, ‘Mr. Halfback assisted his distinguished wife In receiving the guests.* That’s the way I want it to go in, and I don’t care what the cost is, absolutely don’t care what the cost is. I want my friends to know, by George, that I still belong to the family.”

Going Fast

Once there was a hypochondriac who used to think that he wag dying about three times a week. One day he was driving out In his automobile, and one of these spells came over him. On the road ahead of him he happened to see his family doctor speeding along In his roadster. He felt so sick that be. applied all his power In order to catch up with the doctor as soon as possible. But the doctor saw him coming and he used all the gas he had to get away from him. For about three miles they had a close race. Finally, however, the doctor had some tire trouble, and the hypochondriac drew up alongside, “Doctor" he shouted, • stop a minute! lam dying. Delta It all! Tm dying!" . “You must be," grunted the physician. “I never saw anybody going so fast as you arel"