Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 285, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 December 1915 — Page 2

INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES

Paterson Woman Mothers 15,000 Mill Girls

VkATERSON, N. J.—Mothering 15,000 girls ranging In age from sixteen to itwenty-flve la the task assigned to Mrs. Grace E. Headifln, policewoman at Paterson. Ot Paterson's 130,000 Inhabitants more than 70 per cent are

same kind of knots in the same way hour after hour until, when the tenhoar task is finished they are almost hysterical. And then, the cheerless boarding house or the poorly furnished room and a cheap restaurant table, which tend to drive the girls into the streets, where they walk aimlessly up and down because it is the only thing they can da At best they will be surrounded with dangers, and frequently only by chance do they escape the snares spread for them. Cheap theaters with questionable plays or acts and moving picture shows attract many, but the one overpowering passion is for the dance. The monotonous daily ton seems to seek relief in some such exciting amusement, and literally thousands of them attend nightly. In many instances the dancing hall is connected with a saloon and is free, or the cost is nominal, the proprietor finding his profit in the beer and liquor sold. There is the peril to those girls. Many of them have no mothers to guide them; others are so Csr away from mothers that they are really alone. Mrs. Headifln is very much in earnest. She has made no arrests thus far, but when she has seen a certain sort of man in company with a girl a hint to him has proved sufficient. She hes said that she prefers a horsewhip to a policeman’s club. She h«« even threatened to cowhide some of these men should they refuse to heed her admonition. She says that to cowhide such a man in the street would do more to stop his nefarious work than imprisonment or fine.

What Art Students in New York’s Museum Hear

NEW YORK. —The students of painting who copy the Rembrandts and other paintings at the Metropolitan Museum of Art are bothered considerably by conversational critics, who get close to their easel and comment on the

work before them. One of the girl students was chatting about some of the phases of that kind of practice. “Some if the museum visitors,’' she said, “take it for granted that the copyists are stqne deaf. One afternoon about a month ago a mastodonic woman with her three mammoth pigtailed daughters drew up behind my easel, standing so close to me that I could barely move my arms without brushing against one or the other of

them. I was copying a Rembrandt ‘Portrait of a Gentleman.’ One side of the face is heavily shaded, so much so that the eye is barely visible. It was upon thiß eye that I was engaged when the huge woman said! * Well, Ido declare, if that looney girl bain t givin’ that poor fellow a black eye.’ And all four of them tittered in unison. Not long after that an elderly couple, evidently from the country, came up behind my easel. ’Land sakes, Hiram, hain’t that pore gal thin?' said the woman. ‘She sure is,’ Hiram replied, musingly. ‘But I’ve often heerd that these yere artist gals mosUy starve while they’re gittin’ their picter painting eddication.’ The woman nudged her husband and whispered something*. Then she opened a nice, clean package and took from it a large, comfortablelooking corned beef sandwich, made with homemade bread. ‘You pore chil’, you look most famished,’ she said, as she offered me the sandwich. Did I accept it? Well, I should say I did, and ate it, too. And maybe it wasn’t good. They asied me a lot of naive questions about my work and invited me to spend the summer with them.”

Tries to Chop Foot Off His Neighbor’s Store

CHICAGO. —This happened in the suburb of Glencoe: Charles M. Dennis owns a candy and tobacco store on Park avenue. He had leased it to a young named Alfred Lawrence. The store adjoins a hotel owned and

Ing a Jar of gumdrops and ten Pittsburgh stogies to become embarrassed and tumble off the shelf. Mr. Lawrence ran out to find Mr. Kalk trying to chop out of the store the 12 inches which he claims. “Oh, my good man,” he said, “that can’t be done, really it’s impossible.” “Can’t, eh?” and the ax crashed again. “Can't? I'm going to take my loot off the plagued-taked store right now, and I’ll stop for nobody.” So it was that Town Marshal Cooper received the startling information that Mr. Kalk was cutting off his foot.in the tobacco store, and he came running to stop such a barbarous thing. He was immensely relieved to find that no blood had been shed—but he’s keeping his eye on Mr. Kalk to see that he “quits trying to make a chophouse out of a tobacco shop.”

“Murphy Night” in Detroit Is a Real Delight

DETROIT. —Out of the night stillness of the corridors of an office building comes the strains of the lighter symphonies and operatic overtures dear to the hearts of every musician. The tones of flute, ’cello, piano, harmonium,

viola, violin and clarinet blend in harmony produced only by artists who have worked together consistently under the guidance of competent directors. The time is Thursday night, any Thursday, and the place is the fourth floor of the Telegraph building. Tb’ the players it is night.” William H. Murphy, multimillionaire and rated as the second wealthiest man in Detroit, has one hobby. It is music. He loves music and loves it as

only a true musician can. During most of his leisure hours he sits at the keyboard of a magnificent pipe organ at his home, surrounded by a library of works on music in which he has invested a small fortune. But every Thursday evening he gathers about him a few friends who enjoy music, business men for the most part like himself, and there in the Telegraph building they (form an orchestra of string and wind instruments and far into the night play lover and over again the classics of the music masters of all times. It is only a small band of musicians now, about a dozen, composed of professionals, ex-professionals and high-grade amateurs, but the room in which they meet has been completely equipped at the expense of Mr. Murphy with ifrfpnda, sheet mtiic, organ mid piano and accommodations for SO players,

foreign born or the children of foreignborn parents, and a large proportion of them come from volatile races. Sixty-five per cent of these girls live away from relatives or close friends. They are employed at monotonous labor all day, and while they turn out beautiful fabrics, the work is a constant repetition of the same motions, and they perpetually see the same machines and the same product. They take the same number of steps forward and back and they tie the

conducted by Joseph Kalk. Kalk and Dennis do not speak, as Kalk maintains that the tobacco shop overlaps his property just 12 inches. Mr. Dennis decided to lay a new sidewalk in front of the store the other day. Mr. Kalk' eyed the workmen wrath fully, and turned and went back into the hotel. When he reappeared he carried an ax. Mr. Lawrence was selling an all-day sucker to a Juvenile customer when the ax crashed against the wall, caus-

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Afternoon Gown of Three Fabrics

An exquisite afternoon gown combining crepe, Georgette, taffeta and chiffon, all in the color known as wistaria, might be just as pretty developed in others of the fashionable colors. But it could not be prettier. In a season when one is almost bewildered by the diversity of style here is a gown to swear by. It Is excellent in lines and composition and it is adorably refined. The moderately wide skirt is laid in plaits about the waist at the sides and back, with the front left plain. The plaits are not stitched down, except at the waist line, where the skirt is joined to a plain blouse of chiffon. A very wide border of taffeta, finished with a three-inch hem, is set on at the bottom. Above this, at an interval of three inches, a second band of taffeta appears. It is about four inches wide and finished with a narrow machinestitched hem at each edge. The sleeves of chiffon are cut full at the top and narrowed from the elbow down. They are long and close fitting about the wrist, terminating in

In neckwear the introduction of black velvet or black satin, with sheer white fabrics, has brought about some very beautiful novelties. Many of these are in the effect of the choker collars, like those so fashionable on coats and cloth gowns. Others open at the front in a narrow V, like those shown in the picture. The high-necked models give opportunity for a becoming management of lines to adapt the collars to either the long or short neck. In one model, called the “Brinkley,” in honor of the famous Nell, there is a high collar of black satin laid in irregular folds and wired to stay in place. It is lengthened into points at the front, and these points extend below the line of the neck. This satin band opens at the front in a V, in which the points do not quite meet at the bottom. It overlaps a crushed band of very sheer organdie which extends across the front space. A full jabot of the organdie, with woven-in border and hemstitched edges, is set on to this band. It falls in an especially charming cascade from the base of the high collar. Another high collar, with jabot attached, employs black velvet ribbon With organdie. A wide band of or-

Something New in Neckwear

a small shaped cuff piped at the end with the taffeta. A ' narrow taffeta band combine i them at the wrist, and they wrinkle along the arm in a way that is very soft and pleasing to the eye. . The collar is a band of taffeta embellished with a simple pattern in embroidery. This embroidery reappears on the over-bodice of ta,ffeta at the waist line. The over-bodice is a seamless model which fastens at the back, where it harrows to a wide girdle with ends that make soft, hanging loops. Its edges are finished with a narrow piping of the taffeta. No gown could present more useful features to the needlewoman who is considering the remodeling of a last year’s dress. Narrow skirts may be cut up into borders and bandings to use on the crepe or satin or light wool fabric for this year’s skirt. And from last year's bodice, by one of the several Jumper patterns to be had of pattern companies, an over-bodice for this year”s gown may be made.

gandie has pointed tabs with hemstitched edges set on at the front and back, at its upper edge. The lower edge is finished with a narrow hem* stitched hem. The band, above the hem, is laid in fine plaits. A band of velvet ribbon is sewed along the top Of the collar under the tabs. A plaited Jabot falls from under its lower edge at the front. It is edged with an effective pattern in filet lace, and is graduated in width ,tp fall in a point extending nearly to the waist line The collars pictured here are of organdie finished in one case with hem* stitching and in the other with both hemstitching and lace. ‘They are so clearly set forth by the photograph that descriptions are not needed.

Woolen Flowers Retain Favor. Woolen flowers, used by the milliners all summer on straws and lines and silk, are reappearing on velvet and felt and fur, and flatly applied conventionalised flowers of other me terials are also liked.

SMILES

A TALKATIVE MAN.

"He made me eat my words." “If you ate them all, you are a wellfed man.”

Greatness.

Greatness upon some men is thrust. But well we know they believed it Was not thrust on them at all, but That they achieved it.

Somewhat Different.

“By the way, old chap,” said Joshem, “did you ever see a cakewalk?" “No,” replied Soberleigh, “but I once saw a cheese that might have walked if the cage door had been left open.”

Feminine Charity.

Mrs. 810x —I wonder why Mrs. De Style is always late at the theater? Mrs. Knox —Oh, I suppose she has to wash the dinner dishes before she starts.

The Difference.

Mr. Lookit —Mrs. Fairy is such a stateiy woman. She has an unusually fine carriage. Mrs. Comeup—We have a fine motor car.

One Danger Escaped.

“Was your effort to learn swimming from a correspondence school a success?” “To a certain degree. I didn’t get drowned while I was trying to learn.”

HEARD IN THE CAPITAL.

The Congressman —You have had a great many epochs in your career. The Senator —Yes; sometimes I feel as though 1 have had more epochs than career.

The Inextinguishable Ego.

No penitent is quite so sad, As he his failings may rehearse. That he won’t say, “I may be bad. But there are others vastly worse."

Her Word of Honor.

••Don’t you love me?” “Yes, but I’m already engaged.” “Then break your engagement.” “Oh, Jack! That wouldn’t be honorable. An engagement is a sacred thing, not lightly to be entered into or broken off. Besides —” “Well?" “Well, I’m engaged to two men, and that makes it even worse.”

Discarded Simile.

He is “as happy as a king!” It was a good old phrase. Alas, it doesn’t mean a thing In these eventful days.

Sarcastic.

She —I wouldn’t be a cook for the world. He —Of course not. It would !:9 impossible for one person to cook for the world.

A Clean Course.

“Say, Sam. do you endorse this project of making soap out of sewage?" “If you ask me, I wash my hands of the whole plan.*'

Evened Things Up.

Mrs. Wiggs—Poor Mrs. Rounder! Her husband didn’t leave her much when he died. Mrs. Diggs—Oh. well, he made up for it when alve. He left her nearly every night.

Garden Society.

“Why Is the lily so haughty?” inquired the mushroom. "She barely nods to the rest of us." “She is very proud,” explained the Ivy. “She regards you as an upstart and me aa a. climber.”

UNTRIED.

“What I want in my son-in-law.” said the girl’s father, “is stability of character.” “Well, sir.” replied the suitor, “1 don’t smoke, drink, swear, gamble or run around at night.” “Have you ever done any of these things?” “Never, sir.” “Have you ever wanted to do any of these things?” “Oh, no, sir.” “Urn! What I’m after id not character that is merely negative, but the sort that will stand the acid test.”

Ample Proof.

“Is this an all-star company?” asked the manager of the Bunkhurst opera house. “Sure it is,” said the presß agent. “They haven’t spoken a pleasant word to each other since they started on tour.”

His Specialty.

The One —He can’t be much of an actor. I never see his name on the billboards. The Other—No; but I understand It appears on a good, many board bills.

Its Kind.

“That man must have been crazy about traveling.” “What makes you think that?” , “The doctor said he had the locomotive and taxi disease.”

Not Affected.

“That plausible promotor you have just let into the chief’s office, can do a lot of convincing gassing.” “Yes, but the boss is wearing a respirator.”

Tired of Monotony.

“Did you see where a man accused his wife of pouring oil over him and then setting fire to him?” “Maybe she wanted a change in the way of seeing him lit up.”

Finger Prints Again.

Jimmie —What are you doing? Tommie —Washing the jelly off my hands. Ma’s a finger print expert, you know. —Woman’s Home Companion.

Unkind Suggestion.

“Cholly wouldn’t go into the water today because he felt dizzy.” “The fool ought to know he safest when his head’s swimming.”

Couldn’t Fill the Order.

“I say, waiter, bring me an infinitesimal portion of that chicken.” “Sorry, sir, but we’ve got -only the tiniest bit of it left.”

The Ruling Requirement.

“What’s that famous river in Paris?” “You mean the River Seine?” “Yes, but is it also safe?” \ '

Confession.

“I say, pard, they say all the men they catch who took part in that lynching are to be put pn trial." “Well, I’ll be hanged!”

Probably Not.

“Ib dat dah Sassafras Simpson took a wife yit, Rastus?” “Reckon he hain’t, Bre’r Higgins. He’s workin’.” —Browning’s Magazine.

The Classification.

"Pop, Venice is half water, Isn’t It?” “Yes, my son." “Then would it be correct to refer to its large -floating population?”

TRYING TO DO FAIR THING.

“How much of a tip did you give the waiter?” “I didn't give him anything in cash, but I asked him if be would take a sec-' ond mortgage on our bouse.”

Nothing Wasted.

Hobson —My wife never wastes anything. Dobson —No? Hobson—No. If It’s edible, it goes into the hash, and If it isn’t, it will do to trim a hat. —Judge.

Not Mercenary.

Mr. Gottrox —My daughters, young mas. are both worth their weight in gold *; Suitor—Then the fact that I am asking you for the smaller one proves at any iWa. that i am not mercenary.