Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 182, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 August 1915 — Page 2

STORIES from the BIG CITIES

Suburb of Chicago Finds Itself in the War Zone

CHICAGO. —Morgan Park unconsciously slipped into the war rone the other day—and slipped right out again. The woods at Prospect avenue and Groveland court bore a near appearance to a European battlefield. There

engagement was near. Then the unexpected—the element that turns the tide of battle* —happened. A number of men in blue uniforms were creeping op tn the grass in the rear of the allies 1 trench. They crouched behind trees and spied on the operations. At the moment when the commander of the allied forces started to lead his men out of their trenches in a desperate charge on the German position, the men in Slue rose and started another charge on their rear. "Uhlans!" shouted the little Bobby-make-believe, who was leading the charge of the allies. “We are cut oft from the rear! Fight your way through, men! Up and at ’em!" -Cowrac**!** shouted a youthful figure that appeared suddenly on top of the German trench “The enemy has re-enforcements. Beat it." “Stop the war in the name of the law,” shouted Police Lieut Charles E. Bums, who was leading the line of blue. "Surround them, men. Capture them alive, but let no man escape." The war was momentarily forgotten in the effort to elude the police. German and Briton, French and Russ mixed indiscriminately In the rush for liberty It was a rout Five of the warriors—allies all—threw down their arms and surrendered. Three flags, two rifles, three revolvers and some ammunition were gathered up and when the boys’ parents met the warriors in the police station a peace treaty was signed. The guns and cartridges were confiscated. The Haga and parts of uniforms were returned to their owners to be kept as relics to be cherished in later years.

Central Park Shown to New York Police Rookies

NEW YORK. —A new sight-seeing service has been established In Central Park for those who may have heard of the famous reservation but are unacquainted with the chief topographical features that are well known to

old-timers. The automobile In service Is one of the large green-painted machines owned by the police department Remarkable as it may seem, the sightseers are men in blue. They are police rookies, who are assigned to duty in the park on Saturdays and Sundays to help out the short-handed park squad. Usually a veteran park cop who knows every blade of grass goes along with the rookies as official announcer. A typical trip runs

In part very much this way: “This is Donkey hill. You will find it a nice post, but you will have to answer a lot of questions. Over there is Pigeon hill, a quiet post; mostly nurses and children. This is Lovers’ Lane, near the reservoir. You don t see anything wrong here as a rule, for you must remember that you were once young yourself and didn’t like to be disturbed by the old man coming into the parlor when you was calling on your best girl. If you are assigne to Heiser’s hill, bear in mind that ghosts don’t walk in the daytime. You won’t have to do duty at night, so you needn’t worry in case you have heard So the veteran cop goes on, pointing out Suicide lawn, Cat hill and many other places.

Swarm of Bees Causes Sensation in Atlanta

ATT. ANTA. —A swarm of bees from the country caused a sensation by invading Atlanta’s business district in a compact, buzzing cloud, and after startling Peachtree street went up 17 stories over the roof of the Hea ey building and settled on the low roof

vas he climbed to the roof. The bees clustered in a brown mass about the ■Conti i*tnr. Deacon calmly placed the box near the bees and began picking them up by the handful and putting them in the box. After a little he desisted, saying: “I’ve got the queen in there now; watch the rest crawl in after her.” And, sure enough, they did. In fifteen minutes there wasn’t a bee in sight outside the box. Deacon wrapped the canvas about the box, tucked it under his arm and walked away. “They will never sting you while they are swarming,” he said. “They can’t; they’re too fat.” The colony is now installed in his back yard.

Topeka Plans to Make Money Out of Skunk Farm

TOPEKA, KAN. —The city of Topeka is to have a municipal skunk farm In Lakewood park. W. L. Porter, city commissioner of parks, so announced. “There’s money in it,” explained Porter, enthusiastically. "Of the

various kinds of animals which the city is keeping at the Gage park zoo, none is profitable. I have just purchased eight skunks, and from these I expect the city to reap a good profit. The skunks will help pay for maintaining the other animals. “The skunks I have bought are very fine animals. Their hides will lie worth |4 each when they are a year old, but the value of the fur depends somewhat upon the kind of feed

the animals are given. If the right kind Of feed la given, the hides will be worth even more than >4 each. And each pair of skunks should raise eight young ones each year. So multiply eight by four and the city should have 32 skunks a year from now, and four times 32 is 128, the number at the end of the second year, and four times 128 is 612. If these 612 hides are worth |4 each, the city should receive $2,040 in three years—looks like a good investment for the city. “What about the scent? Oh. that can be remedied. Skunks can be permanently deodorized. Deodorized skunks are not only profitable, but they make nice pets. They are real cute.”,

were two lines of trenches, in front of which the earth had been piled up In superdefenses. Projecting from loopholes in this earthwork were the barrels of rifles. Twenty boys, armed to the teeth, filled the opposing trenches. The German eagle waved over one trench and the flags of the allied powers flew over the other. The forces were evenly divided, and It was evident from the tenseness of the situation In each trench that an

of the Central club. There they picked out a ventilator hood as their home and, headed by their queen, proceeded to set up housekeeping. Office boys were beating tin cans, while people on the roof stood aloof, when Ernest Deacon, an insurance man, saw them from the Empire building, two blocks away. He remembered his early bee-catching days in the foothills of Georgia. With a packing box and a square of Can-

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For the Comfort of the Baby

What with doctors insisting that babies are usually dressed too heavily and grandmas Insisting that they must not be allowed any chance of getting cold, their anxious relatives are put to all sorts of maneuvering to keep them just right. It is certain that many of them are overburdened with too-warm clothing and lack of freedom in the midsummer months. They appear to enjoy kicking their small heels about untrammeled by petticoats, and those wise people, the nurses especially trained to care for them, Insist on' letting them enjoy this pleasure. They tell us the baby needs, by way of underclothing, his light, soft flannel shirt and a flannel band about the bowels, and that he will do very well, without even a slip of thin cotton, if these are provided, to prevent his getting chilled. But, as a concession to custom and mothers, they grant the thin, short slip of nainsook or other sheer fabric, with a little soft lace about the neck. And they enter no objection to the use of narrow lace insertions or hemstitching or dainty hand-embroidery by which the loving mother makes the slip seemly for her extraordinary and wonderful child to wear with regard to his health and comfort. Now if there is a nip of coolness in the air in the morning or evening, the baby may don a little extra and comfortable finery In the shape of a sack or “nightingale.” He is apt to find himself in possession of a good supply of these, for they are among the number of pretty things which appreciative relatives and admiring friends shower upon the newcomer

Trim little serving aprons, like those shown in the picture given here, are made of lawn, dimity, dotted mull, cross-bar muslin or any other of the half transparent and inexpensive cotton goods that launder well. The pattern is neat and graceful and makes it possible to cut the apron from small pieces of goods which one may have left over from other things. The narrow apron is cut with a panel and bib in one at the center and two side gores. These are set together with long strips of the material or with a contrasting material or with embroidery insertion. The strips are long enough to pass over the shoulders and cross at the back. They are pinned to the waist line and covered by the band or ties that fasten the apron in a bow with short ends, at the back. The manner of setting together and finishing them is very simple. At the left of the picture is shown an apron cut from lawn, the pieces joined by plain stripe, turned under along the edges and machine stitched to the gores. It is hemmed at the sides and bottom and across the top of the panel and a narrow band is set on at the top of each gore. An edging of machinemade buttonhole-stitched scallops,

Trim Little Serving Aprons

to this world of fickle winds and climates.

Three of them are shown here. Among them is a new example of the baby’s long-time friend, the crocheted sack. This is made of light zephyr in white, and consists of a yoke and body, the yoke crocheted of yarn and light blue embroidery silk in alternate rows. It is finished with a border of scallops and a beading at the neck, all crocheted. As a finish, the neck and scallops are edged with the silk. A chain-stitch of the silk outlines the scallops and a small “shell” edge finishes the neck, sleeves, bottom and opening edges. Satin ribbon a half-inch wide is run in the beading at the neck and tied in a bow at the front. A bow of it is perched at the top of each sleeve. At the right a simpler little garment is made of a circle of cashmere. It is folded over and a small circle oatout at the center for the neck opening. It is split to make the front opening and slashed up a little way to form the sleeves. All edges are worked with light pink embroidery silk in scallops and small flower sprays are added to the front and sleeves. Narrow pink satin ribbons join the edges with little bows.

If one cannot embroider, a pretty sacque is made of cashmere, having the edges finished with narrow satin ribbon. This is shirred on each edge and sewed down to take the place of embroidery. The sleeves are slashed and the edges tied together with bows of ribbon which serve also to fasten the sacque at the front, as shown in tae picture.

which can be bought by the yard and is very inexpensive, is - set in along the edges as pictured. The ties are straight lengths of lawn finished with narrow hems. A band for the neck and cuffs for the sleeves are made to match by edging straight strips of the lawn with the scalloped embroidery. The second apron is of dotted swlss set together with an insertion of embroidery. A narrow hem finishes the sides and a wider one extends across the bottom. The bands for the collar and cuffs are made by sewing a hemmed strip of the ewiss to a length of the insertion. The addition of the collar and cuff bands will make an attractive outfit to be worn by a maid who serves at table. There are several good designs for these aprons, all constructed with a view to making them launder as easily as a handkerchief.

JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

Black Net Sleeves.

Collar and bishop sleeves of black net are effective in a blouse of white satin. The wrists are finished with flaring picot edged trills.

GATHERED SMILES

AUSTERE.

Miss Frivol —Do you think it wrong to kiss a man before you’re engaged to him? Miss Knosit —I set my face against the practice on all occasions.

Always in Evidence.

Baseball presents a curious To thought—no one can doubt it. When you’re not looking at a game You’re hearing talk about It.

Some Speed.

Joy Rider (pulling up at wayside inn) —What place is this? Proprietor Woodlesburg, New Hampshire. Joy Rider (turning to the other occupants of the car) —I win the money, boys! I came the nearest to it by three states. —Puck.

Domestic Strategy.

Mrs. Exe—That last cook I had was awful; I’m glad she’s gone. Mrs. Wye—Did you discharge her? Mrs. Exe —No; I wished to avoid a scene. What I did was to flatter her so about her cooking that she thought she 1 was underpaid and left.

A Valid Objection.

“Don’t let a pretty woman like that go out as a missionary to the Cannibal Islands.” “Why not?” “The savages would see in a minute she is sweet enough to eat.’’

A Strenuous Nudge.

“Anyway,” remarked young DeSnobbs, “I claim to be a gentleman.” "One may claim anything,” rejoined Miss Caustlque, “so long as one is not called to prove it”

His Demand.

“That pugilist in his demands is paradoxical.’’ “How so?” •'He says he wants a square deal on each round.”

Still Modest "I hear Will Jinks has a swelled

head.”

“Dreadfully so.” “So conceited?” "No; mumps."

The Cause of It.

"Our new maid has a blackened character.” “You don’t tell me!" “Her last employer spilt the ink over it”

Its Status.

“Do many travelers come to that city which was flooded?” “At present, I may say its entire population is more or less a floating one.”

BEFORE THE reception.

"I do hope the Dobbs won’t be present tonight” “Why not?” "Oh. they’ve got a new auto and I just can’t bear to hear her tell about it"

A Lamblike Lion.

•'Well, did you have that social lion at your reception that you were telling me about?” “Oh, yes. He was there.” “And did he roar?" ~ "No. His wife was also present and he could only bleat”

The Right Man.

“Jims says he is very thorough—♦hat he always goes to the bottom in anything he undertakes.” "Then he's just the one to undertake to meet * submarine.”

AN EFFECTIVE SCARECROW.

An American tourist had been boast* ing again In the village inn. "Talking of scarecrows,” he said, with a drawl, "why, my father once put one up and It frightened the crows so much that no one entered the field again for a year.” He looked triumphantly around his audience. Surely that had settled those country bumpkins. But he was to meet his match. “That’s nothing,” retorted one farmer. “A neighbor o* mine once put a scarecrow into his potato patch and it terrified the birds so much that one rascal of a crow who had stolen some - potatoes came next day and put them back.” —Pearson’s Weekly.

Teeth for Practice.

"My son wants to become a dentist,” observed a South side man to his neighbor; “where do you s’pose he could get some teeth to practice on?" “Send him over to my house,” said his neighbor, “and let him have a couple of old rip saws.” —Youngstown Telegram.

No Rising There.

Recent Graduate (to the man behind the desk) —What’s the chances for a young fellow beginning at the bottom and working up? Man at the Desk —Poor. We’re contractors for digging wells. —Nebraska Awgwan.

Rather Spiteful.

Mrs. Crawford —Has she really as good a memory as she claims? Mrs. Crabshaw Only for certain things. She can remember if one has had a certain hat made over or a skirt turned. —Judge.

HIS IDEA.

Mr Smith (a wise man) —My son Tom is a veterinary surgeon. Mr. Jones (not so wise)—Well, he’s a pretty young lookin’ feller to be a veteran.

Knockers.

No nun can knock you on the sly And do so with Impunity; The only knocker who gets by Is known as Opportunity.

A Sad Thought.

“These Incubators make me feel bad for the poor little chickens who have no mother’s care. They are really melancholy.” “Perhaps; they’re brooders.”

A Bachelor.

"That chap says he would rather fight than eat" “Then’ why doesn’t he prove it?" “You mean go to Europe and fight?" "I mean remain here and marry.”

Always Looking for It.

“That manager certainly carries his professional feelings too far.” “How so?” “I told him I wanted him to come to a little supper where I would play the host, and he immediately asked me if there was any punch in it.”

A Leading Question.

“Sir,” said the young man, “I wish to marry your daughter—the flower of your family.” “Are you sure,” queried the elder man, "that it is not dough you are after?”

No Live Ones.

"Been to Philadelphia, Hans?” “Yah.” "How are things over there?" “Dead, awful dead! Vy, even dot cheese vos dead! ”

Important

"Anything important in the paper this morning?” “Yes, indeed. I see it has a description of the gown I wore at the ball last night.”—Detroit Free Press.

Real Helpmates.

Biggs—Our forefathers had wives that were of some account They would do everything from the family sewing to driving oxen. Boggs—Yes, they hemmed and hawed, as it were.—Christian Register.

Perhaps True.

He—The artists whose paintings show that angels are all women, certainly didn’t know women. She—That is perhaps true. It may be that they only knew men.