Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 4, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 January 1916 — Page 2

HANDICRAFT FOR BOYS AND GIRLS

• - '■ By ji NEEL? HALL *n<s DOROTHY PERKINS

A REFLECTING LANTERN. The reflecting lantern ,}s more magical in its operation than a magic ian tern because instead of projecting

through transparent slides it reflects opaque pictures placed within it. You can construct a satisfactory lantern yourself. You must get a box about 10 by 10 by 20 inches in size, 2 oil-lamps, or two 16 or 32 candlepower electric lamps with the parts necessary for connecting them to the lighting circuit, two 1-lb. baking-pow-der cans and two tomato cans, two pieces of tin about 6 by 10 inches in size, and a double-convex lens about 8 inches in diameter. The lens from a lantern or bicycle lamp will do. Figures 3 and 4 show the inside arrangement of the lantern box. Place the lamps In the corners of the box, next to the front, and tack in back of them the piece of tin for reflectors (A, Figs. 3 and 4). Bend the reflectors as shown in Fig. 3. If oil-lamps are used, their tops will project through the ventilator holes

as shown in Fig. 4. These openings must be inclosed so as to conceal the light, and yet, allow heat and smoke to escape. The most satisfactory arrangement is that shown in Figs. 1 and 4. A baking-powder can with its bottom removed (B) is slipped over the lamp chimney £nd fitted into the chimney hole, then a tomato can TC) is inverted' over the top of the can and fastened in the slotted ends of three wooden peg stilts (D, Fig. 2). and the pegs are fitted into holes made in the top of the box (Figs. 1 and 4). The lens is mounted in a bakingpowder caff jacket (Fig. 5). Remove the bottom of the can, and if the lens

Is smaller in diameter than the can, make a band of cardboard strips to fit around the edge of the .Jens as shown in Fig. G, and glue these strips to the inside of Hhe can. The lens jacket should fit loosely enough in the lantern box opening so it will slide back and forth for focusing. Figure 7 shows the back of the lantern box. Before, putting this on, putty up all cracks between the boards in the top and front of the box to make the lantern light-tight; then paint the Inside of the box and the cover boards with lamp-black thinned with turpentine, so there will be no reflections other than those produced by the lamp reflectors and the picture. In nailing the boards in place, leave an opening --about 7 inches square directly oppcr slte the lens. Cut a piece of board U> lit this opening (E, Fig. 7) for the picture holder, and hinge it in place. A frame for postcards to slide in Should be built up as shown in Fig. 8. First hail strips F to board E, then back strips G to them so their edges project over strip F.

(Copyright, by A. Neely Halt)

PARLOR BASKET BALL AND TENNIS. For the basket ball game (Fig. 1) you will need the cover of a cardboard box for the playing field. To each end of the rim sew a piece of cardboard to form a backstop five inches high. Each backstop will support a little basket like that in Fig. 2. First make a loop two inches in diameter out of a strip of cardboard; sewing together the lapped ends, or fastening them with a brass fastener (Fig 3); then make a small Cloth sack and glue or sew its UppC* edge to the Inside of the cardboard ring. Mark out the playing field with pencil and ruler. Draw a line entirely around the field one-half iqph inside of the rim of the cover for an outside boundary line-(A, Fig. 1), and describe a circle two inches in. diameter in the exact center of the field (Bj, and a three-quarter circle of the same diameter directly in line with it and

' 4- . '. • “ r three inches away from each end boundary line (C). Connect the ends of the boundary line and the threer quarter circles with parallel lines drawn as shown. ■ - —ls- you own. a game of Tiddledy--winks the little bone “Winks” and “snappers” are what you need with which to play this game of basket ball. There should be ten winks, five of each of two colors. Parlor basket ball is for two persons, but four may play with two on a side. Starting the balls one at a time in the center of the field (B), and in turn, each player in our parlor basket ball game has for her object the flipping of her five baHs into her basket, the basket having been chosen before the start. One flip' constitutes a turn -whether it causes a ball to move or not.' If a bath crosses the boundary line TOUT of bounds), the opposite player may flip it in the opposite direction to that which it is being played,

in addition to using her regular turn for advancing one of her own balls. If she fails to flip the ball from out of bounds, the other player receives two flips in her next turn. If a ball is flipped on to or touches a ball of the opposing player, the play, coqstituter a foul, and the opposing player may take any one of her balls, place it in the three-quarter circle (C) beneath her basket, and have a free flip for the basket, in addition to using her regular turn. The player getting her five balls into her basket first wins. Parlor tennis is played with two “winks” from a game of Tiddledywinks or two cardboard disks. Fig. 5 shows how the tennis court is constructed in the cover of a cardboard box. Rule off the lines of the courfc with ruler and pencil as indicated in Fig. 5. Then for a net

suspend a narrow atrip of cloth on a piece of thread tied to a pin stuck into the center-of each side edge of the cover. . . ■* '- r '---.’..-■■l

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EFFICIENT WORK DONE BY BRITISH SECRET SERVICE

Public Hears Little pf It, But Achievements Figure Large in Archives. •/ ■ ■ - . •’* * CATCH MANY FOREIGN SPIES •*» England Swarmed With Spies in German Pay—ln Some Cases They Were. British Citizens for Whose Loyalty Their Neighbors Vouched. London. —A correspondent of the New York World has just had an opportunity of learning something of what the British secret service has accomplished from one who, though not an official, has been ift the way of knowing something about it.- One has heard very little of the British secrqjl service at any time, indeed there are' those who believed that it was nonexistent before the war and had to be improvised, like Kitchener’s army. From what the World’s informant says this seems to have been another great delusion. It seems, indeed, to have had one very good attribute of a secret lervice —it worked without being suspected of being ,&t work. Some time ago, when the demand Tor the. more rapid internment or repatriation of Germans became insistent in parliament, a committee was created, with the widest possible powers under statute, to investigate all demands for internment or repatriation, or appeals for release by those already Interned. The proceedings of this committee have, of course, been secret, but it has, nevertheless, dealt with many thousands of cases—about 35,000 probably—and it must have sat tw-elve to fourteen hours a day to get through them. The secret service proposes, for instance, that a certain German —or Austrian, as the case may be —shall be interned; TFhe, individual, is brought before the committee, Tears the rea : sons given for his internment, says whatever he can against the proposal and the committee gives its decision. Oftentimes the interned person finds some new reason why he or she should be released, and this reason is taken into account by the committee on appeal. There is no other appeal; the committee’s are superior to the jurisdiction Of all the courts of the realm; Its powers, therefore, are of a very extraordinary kind, nothing like it since the star chamber. Such are the products of war einergency. Army Captain Suspected. Needless to say, this tribunal has had some extraordinary cases before it. For example, there was the appeal for the confinement of a British army captain, with near relatives high in the service, and coming of an old English family. It is in such cases that the cleverness and completeness of the British secret service comes in. Failure to satisfy the committee in a case of that kind would spell discredit increased difficulty in -getting internment orders in other cases. In this particular instance all the influence that might be expected was brought to bear to show- that the suspicion alleged against the captain was groundless—and not that but preposterous. But it was shown that he had been in correspondence with suspicious individuals in Germany, and particularly with a beautiful German lady with whom he w r as infatuated-and who was known to be one of the units in the kaiser’s widely extended spy system. It was not alleged that he was giving away secrets, but his desperate infatuation for this lady and the ,fact that he had found means of corresponding with her since the war made it desirable that he should be put in a place of security —and he was. This victim of the internment pommittee’s activities was a British subject; but no matter whose subject you may be you are equally amenable to its juridiction. Disloyalty That Amazed. There is talk here of another striking example of the thoroughness with which the British secret service has been doing its work in peace time. A German of title, for over twenty years,naturalized, who lived in a very grand way in ao English county, was brought up for internment. ; He had been one of the most prominent men in his district in public affairs, a voluble admirer of the Union Jack, had denounced Prussian designs against the peace of Europe, entertained on a lavish scale, and was an exceedingly popular as well as influential person In his locality. When the demand was made for his internment he appealed to his influential county friends. More than anything else It hurt him that It should be thought possible that he could have been false to the English friends who had become so dear to him. They were all up in arms in his favor, and the committee got protests from most of the representative persons BDd bodies in the county denouncing the action of the authorities In casting this slur on a gentleman for whose loyalty and trustworthiness they would vouch as for their own. He had given innumerable evidences of bis genuine love es England, and had actually taken a very active part in

promoting the territorial army syßtVm In the county. It Was No Blunder. It looked as if the secrej service had made a bad blunder. But It hadn’t. They showed by direct evidence that this man during his whole residence in this country had been in regular I communication with the German government, and that there was no doubt whatever that -his British' naturalization was a calculated fraud to cover his work on behVlf of his native coun try. The British secret service knew everything that had passed between this 'German nobleman and the German government at a time when it was supposed to be asleep, if not nonexistent. He was simply interned, al though his infuriated dupes thought he should be. tried and dealt'with as a spy. 3ut he had seemingly been* -qtrteseent-sinee the war began. These, it Is said, are only examples of a great number of cases where suspects, having been brought up for internment, indignantly contested the demand on the ground of their loyalty, and who, when they pushed the secret service to disclosing its case, were thunderstricken to discover that their underhand activities had been known and watched for years. There is good reason for stating that within forty-eight hours of the declaration of war every German spy regarded by the authorities as in the least dangerous was put away; other? were kept under observation as being useful as decoys for the spies sent here since the war. T 1? Lenient With Woman Spy. Anent the killing of Miss Cavell by the Germans when she was /not even; charged with espionage, the British government has under lock and key here now r , under a sentence of merely ten years’ penal servitude, the German woman whose accomplice was one of those shot in the Tower as a This woman was known to be one of the most dangerous and most highly trusted spies in the pay of the German secret service. She was full of daring, could adopt all manner of disguises, and often made up like a man without ever being detected — except by the secret service agents, who were allowing her to run her tether. She had control over several male spies wh<? accepted their orders from her. She had always planned to commit suicide if arrested, but she was snared in a way that frustrated that purpose. She had determined to take her own life because she expectedTo be shot or haftged if caught. She tenew that-under all the rules of the game she deserved it. The most ingenious and daring inventors of spy stories are left puffing and panting with exhausted imagination compared to the schemes, devices and sacrifices thatj the spy of real life is known to have ipade in furtherance of the designs of the Fatherland. An Englishman’s German Wife. ■- Ohe hears of the case of the German wife of a very prosperous professional Than up country She is a singularly handsome woman, a clever talker, a very good amateur musician and singer, and an adept in aIL the wiles of fascination. Being married to an Englishman, she is of British nationality. She too had been long in the hooks of the secret service. She was a kind of person who was bound to be talked about anyway, because there was a Teutonic ostentation about her and a flushness of cash that attracted attention. Early this year she came up to London, set up* in a handsome apartment, frequented the best night clubs and other places where officers were to be found, and soon had a train of them after her. She entertained lavishly and heT par-

RAVINE OF DEATH

Where Fearfu# Battles Were Fought on Gallipoli. More French Blood Was Spilled In Valley of Kereves-Dere Than at Any Other Spot in the Dardanelles. Berne. Switzerland. —A French correspondent in the Revue Militaire Suisse describes the fearful battles which were fought In the early days of October on the peninsula of Gallipoli between the allied troops and the Turks. One of the chapters of the gruesome report is devoted to the Valley of Kereves-Dere, the “Ravine of Death,” where more French blood has been spilled than on any other spot at the 'Dardanelles. “We passed a dreary, dull day and sat in our holes, watching the Turkish trenches,’: the correspondent writes. “At last the evening came and darkness followed quickly; Then the moon rose and cast her silvery light over the landscape. This light was s 6 bright and clear that we could distinguish the color of .objects at some distance. “The Turks kept very quiet and the night promised to be even more dull than the day had been. Towards midnight an officer invited me to accompany him on a little scouting expedition. Cautiously we crept through some miserable shrubbery. Everywhere we saw dead bodies, singly and in heaps. At last we reached the crest of the height and we were within gunshot distance from the . Turkish position on the opposite hills. “Between the two heights there was a lkrge black hole, Kereves-Dere, the Ravine of Death.' I looked down Into the valley and shuddered. There, in the bluish light of the moon, I saw

« i. "* .'-2» ties were vs* y fast and furious. This was all done for the Fatherland. Her money :'«sources were extensive, and she is even suspected of getting ini pecunious young officers into her toils by assisting them out of their difficulties. She had lust moved into a still more elegant flat when her career was suddenly eut short. She Is now hibernating with an assortment of dowdy frauleins, spy-governesses and such like, in the quiet of an Internment establishment for women. It is said that she had nearly J 500.000 in different banks. It all came from Germany. r .. Will Be Changed London. The police are not confining their exertions to dealing with actual Spies like this Delilah. They are steadily clearing out the foreign demi-monde, which was very generously represented in London. Batches of these women, who have haunts in every district in the vast area of London, but who are seen at their gaudiest in the neighborhood of Leicester square and Coventry street, are being sent away daily. London will be changed in ,many respects before this war is over, Jput in nothing more strangely than inthe cleaning up of its streets, which especially in the heart of the West end; have long been a good deal of a scandal. But that is only the work of the “Journeyman”''policeman; the really valuable war work is being done by the secret service branch.

IS CHARMING HOSTESS

Senon de Ewing, wife of Maj. Alfrfedo Ewing, military attache of the Chilean ambassy. v will be one of the most popular hostesses of Washington’s official circles during the coming winter season. Senora de Ewing is shown with Baby Elsa and her older daughter, Nina.

Reward of Industry.

Columbus, Ind. —The industrious, ambitious young man with high aims in life should take heart from this story: Louis Hoeltke of this city, who has clerked in one grocery'here for 24 years without being absent a single hour from his employment, and who was always on time in the morning and never watched the clock, has just bought the store;

the bodies of thousands of French soldiers lying on the gray sand, men of the Foreign Legion, colonials and zouaves. S "They were all heroes,’ the officer, my guide, said as he pointed down into the ravine. ‘From this spot they went into the gorge under a fearful artillery and machine gun fire. Dozens, liundreds of them fell, but like demons they began to storm the positions of the Turks. Bleeding, • wild-eyed and roaring with rage they climbed upward until the fire of twenty machine guns greeted them and mowed them down. “ ‘ln ten minutes more than one-half of the heroes were dead or wounded. When the survivors fell back into the ravine the Turks counter attacked and on the sand on the bottom of the gorge the most awfhl battle of the war was fought. “ ‘The Turks attacked with knives and our heroes even used their teeth on the enemy. Neither side gave quarters; it was a combat to the death and the slaughter kept up until night came and the darkness made it impossible to distinguish friend from foe. “ ‘Under a heavy shell fire we finally managed to withdraw the remnants of our troops from the ravine and the Turks returned to therf trenches in the heights. The next morning we tried to save our wounded, but most of them had to be left to their fate, as the Turks would not consent to an armistice and shelled our ambulance corps. “ ‘Let us salute the dead heroes down there. They were our bravest men and have sacrificed themselves to save the rest of our army from annihilation. Their hef-oism will forever live in the memory of the grateful French nation add future generations will mention them In the same breath with the famous Chasseur d’AMaue ■of Sedan.-’" - ■ 1 —v—^

HIS OBJECT LESSON

By CATHERINE CRANMER.

“Larry, have my horse ready at five today.” As Harold Brentley spoke his attention was attracted by old Larry’s unusual lameness as he started off toward the stables. Hold on, Larry, called Harold. “What has got into your legs. Are you doing anything for that rheumatism?" “Sure, Mr. Brentley. I can’t see how medicine I swallow is going to help my legs, but old Doc Whitley says to keep ob taking it.” * “I’m afraid that cooking you do over there is none too good for you. Larry, why didn’t you marry, and now you’d have a wife to take care of your aches and pains?” “Well, Mr. Brentley,” began Larry slowly and standing with his left hand, on his hip and his right hand holding his knee, “it was just because I was# too hard-headed to give in on anything, and while I was waiting for the girl to give in on everything she married a fellow that was so glad to get her he didn’t care who give in nor how ’much.” “That is rather a vague explanation and a surprising one to me, Larry. «I never found you hard-headed. ’ -Harold was curiously interested. “But you never found me till after I’d learned a thing or tfro,” responded Larry. It’s a long story, but if you want to hear it all I’ll tell you.’’ “Go ahead, Larry,” Harold smiled encouragingly. “You see,” began Larry, “Mary Glenn and me/was the sapae as engaged, and I was so jealous I didn t want her to dance with the other fellows. She was a girl with as many ways pf smiling as a mocking bird has of singing, and, of course, the fellows flocked around her. One evening I got mad ’cause she danced three times with the same fellow, and I guess I took a hip more than was good for my temper, and on the way home I laid down the law to Mary. She didn’t get riled, but she said, just as calm as you please: ‘Whenever you get ready to quit bullying me and- to let drink alone as much as you want me to let the other boys alone, then I’ll be ready to give in about anything in reason. There’s got to be giving in on both sides, or we don’t keep company any more, and that’s all I’ve got to say. It was all she did say, too, and my storming around about a gipl trying to interfere with a man’s personal liberty didn’t draw one word from her. When she reached her father’s gate she flounced into the house quick as lightning and at Christmas the same year she married another fellow.” “And you, Larry —what did you do then?” Harold asked this perfunctorily to bring Larry’s mind from the faraway past. “MS? I sailed for America, and I’ve been here ever since. So,” concluded Larry, “you see, here I am, with no wife to help me carry the load that comes with the years.” “Yes, Larry, I think I do see,” said Harold slowly. Then he got up abruptly and went into the house. He closed his study door and went straight to the telephone. During the brief interval until he received a reply no visible muscle moved, but his face grew very pale and his heart pounded away like a stationary engine. “Colonel Hunter’s residence?” Then, almost instantly, “May I speak to Miss Eunice?” His attitude remained rigid he awaited her voice in the receiver. “Eunice, this is Harold. May I talk to you a little while?” The hand that held the receiver was trembling. “There’s a lot I’d like to say that could hardly be said over the telephone, but if I told you that I’ve begun to see some things differently would you let me come to see you and explain?” And Harold, whose arguments in court were noted for their directness, found himself floundering for words in which to present his side of the case to the calm-voiced young woman at the other end of the wire. “Well, no; perhaps that is not exactly explicit. The only way I can be, explicit is to say frankly that I’m ashamed of the attitude I took when we disagreed over whether I should dictate to you about your professional associates any more than yon about Byline ” Harold almost embraced the telephone instrument as he added, in his most pershasive tones; “And, Eunice, you’ve made such a succesb as a social worker among unfortunate women, won’t you undertake to set right and make happy one mere man whose mind is open to conviction and whose heart is starving for you?” A very brief pause marked the birth of a blissful expression on Harold’s „ face. . . “You say ‘Central’ is not deaf? I’m not either, Eunice, and it makes me happy to hear that gentle tone in your voice. If I come by in fifteen minutes will you go for a long ride and supper at the Country club?” The interval that followed was infinitesimal, “I’m on my way now, dearest!” The receiver was still swinging on its hook when Harold went from the room and called to Lwry: “Never mind about the horse, Larry; I’m going out in my car.” . 2 “And you’re not going alone either, i or I mtsß my guess,” chuckled Larry to himself, as he limped away toward the stables. (Copyright, 1915. by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) A motor road has been built in Bolivia that crosses the Andes 17,000 feet above sea levet