Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 129, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 June 1915 — Page 3

THESE IRON TIMES LAY BARE THE SOUL OF THE PARISIAN PEOPLE

Now the Mask of Frivolity Is Off and One Sees the Solemn and Perhaps Severe Intention of the Men, Women and Children of the Republic—France Leads the World in Honoring Its Flag—Gayest Capital of Europe Seen in War Time.

By EDWARD B. CLARK.

Staff Correspondent of the Western Newspaper Union. j Paris.—When I left the United States a Frenchman of wide fame told

Edward B. Clark.

makinf a .stand and then assuYning the offensive, drove the German lines back slowly and in fair order, but nevertheless in retreat. It is the iron times which have laid bare the soul of the Parisian people. Like other Americans I had thought of Paris as being a place largely of glitter and gayety. Paris in its lighter moods perhaps approaches the frivolous, but now what was a mask is off and one sees the solemn and perhaps severe intention of these men, women and children of the republic. The real seriousness of the nature of Paris and Paris is typical of France —is in evidence befoiw the jury of the world. Paris, colorful Paris, today is robed in black. The setting of all the street scenes is somber. The footlights are turned low. Paris works, goes about its daily routine as if its strong men Still were, within its borders, and it does it apparently with as high a heart as it carried in the day of peace.

Sits in Semidarkness. Like London, Paris sits at night in semidarkness. The army of France guards the frontier and the inner line to which its foes have pierced. Paris Itself is guarded by its reserves of troops, men far beyond boyhood, and , by its vigilant watchmen of the night ' who make their rounds in swift and steady flight over home of poor and rich. I have just looked on a review of several regiments of the reserve guard of Paris. The place chosen for the marching by of the troops was the Esplanade des Invalides, the great parklike plain outlying the huge structure of the Invalides built by Louis le Grand as a home for the aged and the permanently disabled soldiers of his monarchy. Since that day France has been a monarchy, empire and republic, but the Invalides still stands and still shelters the defenders of the land. There were many thousands of the guards of Paris in the review. The younger men are all at the front, but these men of the home guard have not passed the years of'hard service, even if time has touched their hair with white. They are sturdy-looking soldiers, and many of them show in the erectness of their carriage and their peculiar and unmistakably military stride, that they have not forgotten the training in camp or in field, In France, Algeria or Morocco, when, as youths of nineteen, they entered their country’s service.

. Proud of It* Defender*. The Parisian is proud of his defenders. It would be nearer the truth today perhaps to say that the Parislenne is proud of her defenders, for Paris today largely is a city of women, although one must not forget the children. In England soldiers march through the Strand and down through Piccadilly on their everlasting way to Tipperary, for so the bands proclaim the line of march. But in England the troops pass through lines of seemingly apathetic onlookers, giving no cheer and on inspiriting or commending" word. Of course, Englishmen feel, but they do not show their feelings. In Paris, how different it is! Today, with the shadow of war over it, Paris, as has been said, is serious, but the sight of marching, uniformed Frenchmen and the sound of music bring Paris out of its solemnity. It cheers and “God speeds” ltd defenders. Another thing Paris does, a thing almost unknown in England and America. When the colors of a regiment pass the onlooking throng, the head of every man and boy is bared, and every maw and child does honor to the Sue ' Soldiers of all lands salute the passing colors, and in Germany, in Austria and in Russia I understand that the civilians do likewise. France, however, I believe leads the world in civilian honor to the emblem* of government and it* regiments. Paris has been visited on several occasions by the aeroplanes and Zeppelins of its present enemy country. - '-rhe Parisian ha* taken these call* with a certain appearance of iadiffer-

me that when I reached Paris I would see the real soul of the people. Only last August Paris was hemmed in by war. Today while the .toe has his gaze on the capital of the republic he looks on it over leagues of land multiplied visibly in number since the day when Von K 1 uck ’ s right swept by the outz er fringe of forts to the Grand Morin and there met the soldiers of France who.

ence Which seemingly at times amounts to a high disdain. Actually, I believe from what I have seen on the streets here, the Parisian is rather disappointed when-an alarm of the approach of hostile aircraft turns out to be false.

Watch foe Aeroplanes. It is interesting to an intense degree to watch the evening promenaders view the skies. A light is seen far off toward the horizon line. It approaches rapidly and speculation immediately begins as to whether or not the oncomer is friend or foe. In a minute or less the whir of the machinery of the airship is heard and the Parisian whose eyes have not been vigilant gets the news by way of his ears, and then every face in the Grande Boulevard is upturned. »

Last night two aeroplanes whirled directly over the heart of the city. They were flying low, and Paris was quite certain that some German taubes were coming to call. The visitors, however, proved to be French airships which had varied from their usual lines of air march and were bisecting the city instead of drawing its circumference. There are many guardian aeroplanes in Paris and about it. I am convinced that the Parisians today feel certain that their air defense is perfect, and that if a fleet of enemy ships should come sailing over, on destruction bent, it would be routed if not destroyed. I also have a feeling that Paris would like to witness just such an engagement. It is apparent unless signs and symptoms are utterly deceiving, that Paris looks up nightly not through fear but through a sort of hopeful expectation. Last night after the friendly aero-

Barricades Built to Keep Germans Out of Paris.

planes had cut the city in two several times, they retired seemingly for the night. Nearly all Paris gobs to bed very early these days. I first fell into this Parisian custom last night. I had not gone to sleep, before a tremendous whirring made me leave bed for floor and make rapid progress to the window.

Pari* I* Ever Alert An airsihp with a brilliant searchlight was churning madly about just above the roof on the opposite side of the narrow street Quick as I was in getting to the window, the Parisians, men, women and children who live in the many apartments in the sevenstory buildings opposite, were at their windows before I reached liny outlook post Paris is alert, and while it goes to bed early and goes to sleep, I suppose quickly, it has an ear open for sky sounds and it obeys instantly the first noisy summons. The aeroplane, which was just over the roof last night, was a friendly one. Its searchlight was brilliant, its concentrated rays picking out every speck in the atmosphere as they swept rapidly through vertical and horizontal planes. The ship had come lower than usual, and its noise just above my roof was thunderous. No one knows just when he will be summoned to his midnight window to learn that the clamoring visitor without is bent on something other than the preservation of the peace of Paris. However, the Parisian seems to like his almost nightly excitement, and there are no lihes on the faces in the streets the next day to show that fear and anxiety have been using their knives to cut furrows. I came to Paris direct from London. Friends in America and in England had said that the passage of the channel was dangerous. I had been told on leaving the United States that there was a good chance the ship of passage would be sunk by a submarine before Liverpool was sighted.

No Enemy In Sight.

There was more perturbation among the friends of the passengers on shore than there was among the passenger*. The boat which brought ine to Boulogne from Folkestone went at a terrific pace. The channel pa*-

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sage almost always is disagreeable, but on the day that I came over it was the reverse Of disagreeable, and as far as the eye could determine, it was the reverse of dangerous, but the eye cannot see into the depths. At any rate, no vessel was seen which sails under, on. or over the seas ard which would have been bent on the destruction of a boat flying the English flag and carrying some soldiers among its passengers. One could hardly get a thrill from thinking of danger on such a beautiful day. The channel was almost glassy In Its look. One channel boat has made one passage at least on which no traveler had so much as a hint of seasickness. Boulogne today Is held largely by the British. It is a hospital base for the English wounded. Last year, just as the war was breaking out, the French people of Boulogne were fearful that England would content itself with fighting on the sea and would not send troops to help France. There was great anxiety in Boulogne, and there was whispering that the English government would not do its utmost, and that its soldiers were to stay at home. Then one morning a change came over.-Boulogne. English transports bearing troops were seen coming out of the channel haze. Boulogne, fisherfolk and merchant folk, went mad with Joy. “Les Anglaise!’’ was the cry. It is probable that soldiers never in the world before, except when relieving some beleaguered pity, had so warm a welcome.

See Soldiers Everywhere. From Boulogne to Paris the railroad runs south and southeast. of the road runs through country which the Germans penetrated last August. There are a few traces only of their temporary occupation. The French themselves, however, in order to impede the foe, had destroyed some bridges, and these today are only just about again ready for use. The train in which I traveled passed through Amiens, where it was within considerably less than thirty ifalles of the present firing line. Peronne, which is only a little way over plain and hill from Amiens, is today in possession of the German forces. A few hours after I had left Amiens a German aeroplane sailed over the place and dropped bombs. All along the line from .Boulogne to Paris one sees soldiers. There are

engineer troops and others engaged in the work of railroad guarding, and in some cases of railroad maintenance. It is a constant moving picture of wartime color. In the fields of France the women, the children and the old men are at the nurture of the crops. Their task is just as vital to the well-being of any country as is the hard duty of the men at the front Into Paris I come at dusk. Many of the street lamps are out, the shades are drawn at the windows and the great French capital is shrouded and almost silent. War even today is not far removed from the city’s walls.

FIFTY-YEAR SEARCH ENDS

P. C. Grimes, Aged Seventy-Five, Finds Lost Sister After Spending Much Time and Money. Altus, Okla. —A search of fifty years, extending iover a dozen different states and twenty-five counties in Oklahoma, during the progress of which a small fortune was expended in an advertising campaign, ended at Blair when P. C. Grimes of Nebraska City, Neb., stepped from an Orient passenger train into the, arms of his sister, Mrs. D. W. Jones of Altus. Mr. Grimes is seventy-five years old. Fifty years ago, after the marriage of Mr. and Mrs. Jones, the family broat up. After a few years they lost trace of each other and all efforts to get into communication were unavailing. Mr. Grimes then began his search. It was a mere accident that Grimes finally found his sister. He had written a letter to her, directed to Rix, a post office in Green county, long since discontinued. The letter was thrown to Mangum, and Postmaster G. B. Townsend, who happened to be personally acquainted with Mr*. Jones, forwarded the letter to her.

Bag Wolf and Cubs.

Kimball, 8. D. —An exciting woh hunt was held near here by a party of young men headed by N. A Purtfy Allison Miller and Frank Murley. which resulted in the r«nning dowt and killing of a she wolf and the sub sequent capture of seven cubs, onlj three days old. This was the firs litter of cubs seen around here tha did not yet have their eye* open.

RHUBARB AT ITS BEST

RECIPES THAT HAVE BEEN TRIED AND FOUND WORTHY. Plant Just Now le at its Best and Should Have a Place on Every Table—Dumplings That Appeal to the Children. Rhubarb is at its best just now, as well as cheap, so it is a good time to serve it often at the table. But in order to have It appreciated it should be prepared in a variety of ways. Very delicious preserves can be made with rhubarb either alone or combined with another fruit. Rhubarb and Fig Jam. —To five pounds'of rhubarb cut short lengths allow one pound of cooking figs, the grated rind and juice of one lemon, and four pounds of sugar. This should stand over night, and in the morning be cooked very slowly for an' hour. Then put into glasses and seal. Rhubarb Jam. —To each pound of rhubarb allow one pound of sugar and one lemon. Peel the yellow rind thin and slice the pulp. Put away over night with the cut rhubarb as before described, apd boll for three-quarters of an hour slowly. Pour into jars and seal.

Rhubarb and Orange Jam. —Put three pounds of oranges into a preserving kettle with plenty of cold water and simmer for three hours. Drain and cut up the oranges, rejecting the seeds. Put six pounds of granulated sugar into the kettle with just a little water and stir frequently until it boils. Then put in the oranges Xvith three pounds of rhubarb cut into short lengths. Stir again until the mixture bolls and then let the whole simmer for another twenty minutes.

Rhubarb Dumplings.—Children will enjoy these for lunch or supper, even though they do not like rhubarb. The rhubarb is stewed in half its weight of sugar and a little water. While it is cooking mix a biscuit batter, using a pint of flour, one-half teaspoonful salt, two teaspoonfuls of making powder and a cupful of milk. Drop this in the rhubarb by spoonfuls and cook for from eight to ten minutes. A pinch of ground ginger or a few raisins can be added if the flavor is liked.

Rhubarb. Jelly.—This makes a nice Sunday dessert, because it can be prepared the day before. Soak one-half box of gelatin in half a cupful of cold water for an hour. Cook two pouflds of rhubarb in a yery little water and when reduced to a pulp sweeten to taste. Set aside and cook one cupful of sugar with one of water for twenty minutes. Stir the soaked gelatin into the boiling sirup and stir until dissolved. Remove from the fire, add the rhubarb and set away in a mold to cool. Rhubarb sponge is made as for jelly, but when it begins to thicken the beaten whites of three eggs are whipped in until the jelly is quite stiff. Serve with whipped cream or a thin custard made from the yolks of the eggs. Rhubarb Compote.—Acompote is very little more trouble than stewing, but infinitely more attractive when served. 801 l one cupful of sugar with a wineglassful of water for five minutes. Then drop in short lengths of rhubarb, a few at a time, so they retain their shape. Take them out with a skimmer as they become tender and lay in a dish. Pour the sirup over and_serve when cold.

Washing Shawls.

To wash knitted or crocheted 'shawls, fold them as flat as possible and lay carefully in a pillow case, run through at intervals with basting thread to keep flat. Then they should be handled like other flannel or woolen goods, says the Dallas News. If washed separately, observe the usual precautions for woolen goods, gently squeezing through the hands and keeping the suds and rinsing water of the same lukewarm temperature. Take out of pillow case, but do not hang knitted goods up. to dry. Put in the oven on a big platter, shaking and turning occasionally, or lay on a clean cloth in the sunshine.

Drop Gingerbread.

Beat to a cream one-half cupful of brown sugar and one-half cupful of butter or lard that has been softened. Add two well beaten eggs, one cupful of molasses, two teaspoonfuls of cinnamon, a tdblespoonful of ginger, half a cupful- of sour milk with a teaspoonful of soda' beaten in, and, lastly, three cupfuls of flour. Cover the bottom of a dripping pan with buttered paper, drop the dough on in spoonfuls, giving the cakes ample room to rise and bake a rich brown in a moderate oven.

To Clean a Copper Kettle.

To bring a copper kettle' back to its first brightness, wash with soap and water, then make a paste of a knife powder and paraffin and scour well. Two or three cleanings may be necessary to bring it back to its original brilliance.

Chateaubriand Steak.

Wipe a nice tenderloin steak with a damp cloth, put on a buttered broiler and broil over a Are until done, but not dried. Transfer to a hot platter, butter thickly and cover with broiled mushrooms, laid close together.

Butter Gravy.

One tablespoonful of butter, one heaping tablespoonful of flour, shake or two of pepper, little salt Work butter into flour and gradually stir in hot water until mixture is correct thickness. . I*./.--,- r'-r '

TWO TEUTONIC CAPITALS

WHEN Petrograd was a swamp and Berlin was a straggling procession of huts in the midst of a hopelessly melancholy sand waste, Vienna was an age-old defensive outwork of western civilization. Vienna was a village before the Christian era, an outpost of Roman civilization, and within its walls one of the noblest of the Ro-, man emperors died —Marcus'Aurelius, in the year 180, and the password which he gave from his deathbed was “Aequanlmitas.” When Europe, readjusted to renewed efforts of civilization after an infusion of Germanic blood, started again with freshened strength upon its destiny, Vienna became the guaranty of its security toward the East, says the National Geographic Society. Vienna has its charms of age, of beautiful situation and of a delightful folk-character. It lies some two miles distapt from the “Blue Danube,” upon the river Wien, which gives the city its name. It is builded in two concentric circles; within, the old town, with its public buildings and private residences, still the aristocratic heart of the empire; and without, the residential and manufacturing suburbs. Where the old fortifications once stood now runs one of the most impressive boulevards to be found the world around —the Ringstrasse. Splendor of the Ringstrasse. In massive lengths, there stretches around this street such an array of structures as have probably never been equaled upon a single thoroughfare before. There are vistas of unsurpassed architectural splendor along this demarcation of old and new Vienna, and the solid stone and masonry* piles are brought into a friendly relief by the broad avenue, handsome

parks and large, airy squares. ~A city with such avenues as the Ringstrasse must perforce • react upon its people, accustomed to daily associations with its chaste beauty, to inspire in them the elegance which is its own. Among the war capitals of Europe, Vienna, Franz Josefs Kalserstadt, the home of pleasure and of the most sorrowing of emperors; product of the East and the West, with the one lissome and dreamy, with the other hopeful and sentimental; gray-wise, gracious, light-hearted, brilliant Vienna according to the wondering reports of the correspondents—is the least inclined to break with gayety, to sink into the heavy lethargy and depression of the stern business of war. The Viennese have spent centuries in practicing under all conditions the arts of happiness. They have learned to mock at overearnestness, at fearfulness, at the serious courting of dreariness in the guise of duty? Friendliness, sentiment, beauty, grace and music on every hand conspire to make Vienna the “Lotus-flow-er City" of the earth. “There is only one imperial City," the Viennese say, “and that etty is Vienna." Like Washington, more an accom-

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Bird’s-Eye View of Berlin

plishment of careful planning than the outcome of unconscious growth, Berlin, third greatest among the war capitals and sixth among the cities of the world, Is a solid city of splendid spacing, where everything is of plaster, asphalt, steel and cement, and where everything is new. Prior to the war it was the first city in Europe for revelry. Life never ceased upon its central streets. When the hurrying crowds of workers sought their places of employment in the morning, they regularly met a throng, heavy-lidded and leisurely, going home. There is a saying that the genuine Berliner never sleeps. However this may be, there are always places for him to go in thiscity where theaters, concert halls, cabarets, dance halls, cases and similar places are of luxurious growth. Seat of the imperial court and parliament, a focal point of German science, art and general culture, home of German military art, financial center of the empire, rich in manufactures, and one of Europe’s greatest marts for international exchange, Berlin is a place of international significance ranking with London. Enjoyment Under Protection. In this city there is pleasure on every and all ill chance is eliminated by the government. A man may not be robbed by cab drivers, hotels, shopkeepers, or by his servants. He may not walk over railway tracks, and it is illegal for him to block the path of street traffic to his and its detriment; in other words, he is without the law when successfully exposing himself to the dangers of vehicular collision.' A jealous system of laws and of police regulations are met at 'every turn for his protection. Berlin has a Luna park, brought to the capital on the Spree by an Ameri

can The same lavish use of bright paints and brighter lights are found in it that characterize our original Luna parks, but the shoot-the-chutes, the scenic railways and so on have been, modified by the police until not even a thrill remains, much less an element, of danger. Enter den Linden (Under the Lindens) is the .heart of Berlin. It is one of the most impressive avenues in the world; and, only about five-eighths of a mile in length, it is one of the very widest streets to be found in any city (198 feet), and on its sides are massed two double lines of massive architecture. It is a thoroughly cosmopolitan street, upon which every tongue is spoken and where each human variation may be seen. Berlin lies upon the languid little Spee, a dull stream in the midst of a> flat, melancholy sand waste. Though very new in both its imperial and. metropolitan dignities, the city is yet a place of wonderful libraries, museums, art collections and statuary. Its streets, squares, granite building* and parks are filled with some of the sculptor’s and modeler’s noblest For the most these plastic work* breathe martial spirit. - — _ -