Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 January 1916 — Page 2

HANDICRAFT FOR BOYS AND GIRLS

By A. NEELY HALL and DOROTHY PERKINS

WINTER WINDOW REFRIGERATORS. A window refrigerator la one of the many conveniences which a boy can make for his mother, it may be a •mall affair like that shown In Fig. 1, to hold milk and cream bottles and a butter jar, or it may be built large like the one in Fig. 2. with shelf-room enough for*meats and other foods. A grocery box will do for the small refrigerator. There is little work to the making of this. Nail a narrow strip across the top near one edge, to hinge the cover to, and fasten together the cover boards with wooden strips screwed across them as 4n the illustration. After hinging the cover in place screw an iron hinge-hasp to

it and an iron staple to the front of the box for it to hook on to: also fasten a piece of chain or heavy cord to nails driven into the box end and into the edge of the cover, to keep the cover from dropping back too far when opened. i Fasten the refrigerator box upon the window sill, close to the window sash. Then, with the cover hasped, the box will be tramp-proof, because while the window is closed there will not be room enough between the box and the glass to raise the iron hasp. For the larger refrigerator shown in Tig. 2. get a grocery boi "ffiSF will

extend across the entire width of the window in which the refrigerator is to be placed, or take a longer box and cut it down to fit. Place this box upon its side (Fig. 3), cut two triangular pieces of equal size, and fasten one st each end of the box, as shown at A (Fig. 4). The front edge of these pieces should be six or eight inches high and the rear edge about two inches high. After nailing the pieces in place fasten a strip B between the rear ends. Cut boards of the right length and width to roof over the top, and nail them to the tops of pieces A and B, then cut two boards C (Fig. 2) to fit the open front of the refrigerator, and after fastening them in the positions shown, cut a strip D to fit between them. By making the pieces C wide enough, you can probably:-* find two

boards of the right width for doors. Hinge them to boards C as shown. The simple lock in the illustration is easily made. Cut bar E as long as the width of one door, and screw it at one end to the center of one door; then screw two screw-hooks into the other door, with the hook ends turned up for the bar to drop onto. Sctew a sereweye or screw-hook Into each end of the refrigerator box, twist a piece of wire ground it, and fasten the other end of the wire to a boon, or eyescrewed into the window frame, a i « Bore a hole through each end of the hoi into for ventiJfttiOD ** •' •

(Copyright. by A. Neely Halt)

THREE HOMEMADE GAMES. If you have never played the game of fish-pond (Fig. 1) you have missed a great deal of fun. Get a cardboard bpx for the pondand cut down its depth to 1 inch (Fig. 2). Then cut rows of slots through the cover, as shown, for the fish to stick into. Draw the outline of a fish upon a piece of cardboard, as shown in Fig. 3. Make it two inches long. Then cut it out, and use it as a pattern for marking out one fish for every slot in the pond. Punch a small hole through the head of each fish, to provide for hooking it. Number the fish 5, 10, 15, 20 and 25. Each player must have a stick for a fishing pole, with a short piece of

string attached to the end for a line, and a bent pin tied to the end of the line for a hook. In fishing, the line must be lowered and the fish hooked out of the pond without allowing the hook to strike any part of the fish, h the hook strikes, the turn passes to the next—ptayer The—points scored are determined by the numbers upon the fish. The solitaire'board (Fig. 4) should be eight inches square. Divide the edges of this into eight equal parts, and with *uler and pencil draw lines across from *»de to side, connecting

the points of division (Fig. 5). Then with a large nail and a hammer (or, better still, with a gimlet, if there is one in the house), make holes at txe Intersections of the lines indicated in Fig. 5. When thb holes have been made, cut enough wooden pegs to fit all but one. The game is played by one person. The pegs are stuck in all but the center hole, and the game is started with a peg second from the hole, Jumping it over the peg between it arid the hole, into the holo. The peg jumped over is removed. Then, one by one. the pegs are jumped over and removed. The object of the game is to

Jump the pegs in such an order that,; Anally, all but one will have been removed. ■ Fig. 6 shows a quickly made set of - for the bases should alf be of an equal size. Arrange the .ten pins upon the door - in the positions‘shown In Pig. 6,and . use three rubberballs with whicit to. bowl them over. Each player in her turn should roll the three balls Che pins One point 1» scored tor cachpiobowledovar.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

ELABORATE DEVICE TO DECEIVE ENEMY AVIATORS

This is probably the most elaborate deceptive device used by any of the belligerent armies. The French ave posted a large number of their 220-centimeter mortars in woods and other places, where they are hidden from the enemy’s "air eyes." In order to deceive the German aviators, the French have placed very clever fake guns around the real mortars. They are substantially built of wood and metal to look genuine, and uniformed figures are placed about to represent the gun squads. When an aviator appears overhead, soldiers a long way off pull strings to make the figures move. Smoke also comes out of the gun muzzle.

LOSES MEMORY IN BATTLE, WOOS FIANCEE ANEW

Canadian, Mind Made Blank by ' Shell Concussion, Does Not Know Parents. IS STRANGER THAN FICTION Thomas Truster, Sent Back to Front From Hospital, Falla to Recall HjjL._ Name and Is Reported Missing Forgets Sweetheart and Falls In Love With Her “All Over Again.” New York. —Fate has played many strange pranks with the men fighting in Europe, but none perhaps is more curious than that in which Thomas F. Trusler figures. Mr. Trusler, who is stopping at a hotel, was a gunner in the Third brigade, Canadian field artillery. ■ • . . --- . The concussion from a shell which struck the ground near him last wintercaused him to lose all recollection of the past. Consequently, his fiancee In Montreal mourned him for dead, and even after he learned his identity through a scar on his right foot he did not remember her or his parents. However, as he explained recently, he took his parents' word that they were his father and mother, and, although he does not recall his first proposal, he said he has fallen In love all over again with the woman he was to have married and soon he hopes. to make her his bride. Although Sir Frederick Treves, King George’s surgeon, is said to have attempted to restore his memory by means of hypnotism, Mr. Trusler, who is twenty-one years old, recalls nothing of his past prior to the day his mind became blank from the concussion, and when he returned to Canada in the early autumn because of his wound it was necessary for him to relearn the way about his native city of Montreal and to be Introduced to lifelong boyhood friends and schoolmates. Under Fire at Ypres. The young gunner, went with the first Canadian contingent which reached France a year ago. At that time the German general staff was perfecting Its schemes to break through to Calais by way of Ypres. Mr. Trusler first came under fire near Vlamartlnghe, just west of Ypres. His division was acting as a reserve force. "I have been told by men who served with me on my gun that we all saw a huge German aeroplane fly over us,” Mt. Trusler said. “Soon thereafter there, came a rain of high explosive shell® from a big German gun. Several of our boys were killed, and the fact that I was not was a miracle. One of the shells fell within ten or twenty feet of me, I was told, but did not explode. The concussion, however, was terrific, and it dazed and stupefied me. "I remember awakening in a base hospital with the wounded all about me. I felt myself all over and could find nothing smashed, so I sat up in my cot. Then I got out of it and stood up and asked why I was there. A physician told me what had happened to me and sent me back to my brigade, which he located by the insignia on my upiform. When I got: n back I didn’t seem t 6 recollect anything or anybody. - '' -Some of the men of my gun company saw me and took me back to my quarters. If was necessary for me to metre friends with companions again. They called me ‘Howie’—a nickname -~and soon I became known as ‘Howie Trusler.’ That fact made it difficult tor my parents to locatsmo,bfl«flnM*

when I was asked my name I spelled it ’Tressler,’ because I didn’t want anybody to know that I couldn’t recall where I came from or who I wap. Is Reported Missing. “Consequently ‘T. F. Trusler’ went on the rolls of the missing. Consequently also, I failed to get mail from my fiancee and my parents. It was not until last summer when I was wounded in the leg so badly that I was sent to England that I made any attempt to find out who I was. I confided my story to an Englishwoman of high rank who was interested in the hospital. She made inquiries among the officers of my brigade who remembered ‘Trusler’ who came out with the contingent. “My parents were communicated with and my mother remembered an old scar on my foot. Sure enough the scar was there. Even when I returned to Montreal I didn’t recognize my mother and don't yet. I learned I-was engaged to be- married before I left for the front and on my return home my fiancee was at the station with my mother and father. I didn’t recognize any of them, but they took me home.” Here Mr. Trusler admitted that he had fallen in love “all over again” and with the same girl. Although the gunner cannot remember what happened before January of last year, he has a vivid recollection of what has happened since, and his description of the battle of Ypres in April and of the effect of the poison gases used by the Germans is most vivid. _ —_ ——

"About five o’clock of the evening of April 23,” tfe said, “we were getting quite bored, for we were in the reserve force along the Poperinghe road, three miles west of Ypres. The dull monotony was rudely broken by the sudden appearance of swarms of French colonial troops, Singhalese and Zouaves, rushing in from the front trenches, clutching at throats, holding their sides, rolling on the ground, gasping for breath, eyes bloodshot and staring, many of them bleeding at the mouth, but most of them unable to explain the cause of their peculiar actions. Asphyxiating Gas Cloud. “Along with them came scores of refugees, men, women and children, bearing with them all they could take from. their burning and wrecked homes. At that time we had never heard of asphyxiating gas and were at a loss to make out what it all meant. The order ‘stand to your arms’ was quickly passed along to the reserves. The Montreal Highlanders were the first to get on the move. It takes longer to get artillery wagons on the move, and while we were working at feverish haste the Highlanders went by. each man singing and smiling, although they must have known that many of them would never return.

“At seven o’clock the artillery forces were all ready and waiting for the order to move forward. I shall never forget the scene at the moment. From the city of Ypres there arose high in the heavens huge jets of flames, while overhead shells burst by the hundreds, and in our ears was the din of falling walls and all sorts Of indescribable noises. "When the order came to move forward we urged our horses with a cheer and a song. It was necessary for us to make a detour south of Ypres in order to get to the main road leading to our damaged 1 front. It also was necessary to cross the Yser canal, about half a mile south of the town, on a pontoon bridge. The first gun got over safely, when along came • German shell and destroyed It. “Under a deadly fire, for the Germans had the range, we waited while the engineers worked to construct another bridge. Two long thick poles were placed across the narrow canal and crossways on them timbers and logs were piled. The Second gun went across precariously, but the third was -upset by a. rolling log, the cannon carriage failing on one side of the narrow bridge and the six horses on the other. Whtterthe cannon and horses seemed to be seesawing this way and that across the bridge •shell put an end to all the trouble, “Then a third. -bridge was construct-

ed, and my gun went across. By this time the glare from the burned town was dying down, and I was wondering Just what was ahead of us when an, aeroplane high above dropped a star shell. This was followed by a perfect hurricane of shells, and the last gun to attempt the crossing went into tb® water. Emerging from a wood, we ran Into a murderous gunfire from German Infantry and machine guns. My gun and others of our battery were hurled Into this open fire-swept field, swung around and In less than two minutes opened fire on the Germans. •‘Each of our shells contained 300 bullets, and at a range of 250 yards one can readily Imagine how the Ger* mans fell. Finally we halted them, but the German infantry remained hidden behind a deep fringe of trees with their own dead piled up against them. Our guns could not do effective work because of the trees. Therefore we were ordered to use high explosive shells. “I shall never forget how those shells were brought to us. The horses on the ammunition supply wagon became crazed and ran away. They dashed within a few yards of the German lines, and one brave rider —no one ever knew who he was —shot the first two horses dead. The wagon rolled over thSm and him. Then there was an explosion, for the wagon, hit by a shell, was blown to bits. The explosion wrought havoc among the Germans and our Infantry, qulckly following up the advantage, drove the Teutons out of the woods. “Meantime our line was badly pressed near St. Julien, and after the arrival of fresh British and Canadians our battery was ordered there. We went right into the town. But on and on came the German infantry, and the retreat was sounded. Spying Is Dangerous. "Spying at the -front is the most dangerous of all occupations,” Mr. Trusler continued. “The Germans are very clever at it, and one method of sending news between the lines Is by trained dogs. One night one of our sentries saw a dog dart past him. He called to the animal, thinking the dog would make an excellent mascot for the battery. The dbg came back and wagged hie tall and the sentry took him to his quarters. “The following morning one of the men remarked on the thickness of the plain leather collar worn by the dog. An examination revealed that the collar was hollow, and In It we found a message in cipher. Instantly an officer was summoned, the dog was put on a long wire leash and driven out of camp. He went direct to a barber shop, where the mdn were in the habit 'of lounging add talking when off duty. The barber, whom we thought to be a Belgian, was a German spy and afterward was put to death.”

MISS GEORGIA SCHOFIELD

Miss Schofield's recent entrance into the society o£ the national capital was welcomed enthusiastically, for before her debut she had been one of the moat popular of the younger leader*

PEGGY’S MR. HUSH

By JANE OSBORN.

There had been but one reason for Vera Maidstone's hesitation in accepting her sister’s invitation to come and take care of the "Incorrigible Peggy” while she and her husband went to the exposition. 5 "Of course, I know you have not wanted to visit us since your break with Jimmy next door,” her sister had written. “You probably feel that he would thinfc you were putting yourself In a position to make up. But three years has made a big difference. I know you have completely forgotten him and he Is quite an old bachelor, and I am sure he won’t be at home much of the time. So please do come. Little Peggy is not safe to be left alone with the nurse.” So Vera had packed her trunks and gone to take care of Peggy. It was hard, very hard, for her to revisit the scenes of her acquaintance with James Brown, and as she actually arrived on the scene she realized that she had not forgotten the episode so completely as she had hoped. It was a week after her sister’s departure and Vera had had little time for reverie. For she had discovered that the care of the charming child Peggy was enough to keep any grown woman’s mind occupied during waking hours. She was sitting in the library of the oM city house, reading by the subdued light of the afternoon sun shaded by the soft silk hangings at the windows. “Lend me a ’raser, Aunt Vera?” Peggy was sitting on the floor at her aunt’s feet leaning over her pad. Vera tossed a rubber-topped pencil down to the child. “Muvver doesn’t let me have ’rasers any more,” Peggy said smiling. “That's cause I ate a needed rubber one day. You know about needed rubbers, Aunt Vera? I like to eat rubbers.” Vera read on without making any comment. . “I am drawing you a picture, Aunt Vera, a picture of Mr. Hush. That’s what I call him because every time I spoke about the people next door muvver just said ‘hush.’ And he Is the nicest man—nicer thgn anyone In the world but you. Aunt Vera. That’s why I am drawing you a picture of him. He’s Just like any other man, so I’ll him like the picture I did of father for you. Except Mr. Hush hasn’t any prickly brush on his lip that bites you when he kisses you like father. He kissed me today when I was there. I asked him for two kisses so I could bring one with the cookie to Aunt Vera, and he said that you wouldn’t take the kiss. Aunt Vera, do you think I am a' good drawer? What’s the matter? Don’t you like the picture?” Vera was leaning back in the chair, the book closed and her eyes lowered. For a minute she didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry, but with a bound the incorrigible Peggy was in her lap with the picture she had drawn. Vera collected herself and looked severe. “Peggy Jones, I thought your mother said you never went to see the people In the house next door. Does nurse take you? How do you get In?” "Oh, no, Aunt Vera, nurse doesn’t take me. She doesn’t know I go. I Just crawl through under the wall at the back of the garden. But I don’t say anything about it to muvver, cause nurse might ‘ketch it’ If I did and, besides, whenever I ask her about those people she says ‘hush.’ “Say, Aunt Vera, that man hasn't got any little girls like me and he hasn’t any lady In his house like muvver or anything. He says he is dreadfully lonesome. He says there was a lady once who was going to come and stay with him and fclay on his piano and sing to him and —and everything, but she got mad at him, she did, and now he is going to live alone all his life in his house, and he’s such a nice man and maybe if you are a good auntie to me I’ll take you in to see him some time before muvver gets back.” Vera was holding the incorrigible Peggy close to her, but as she listened to her story she kept her face turned away from the child. “Say, Aunt Vera, is it most six o’clock? 'Cause I forgot to tell you that nice Mr. Hush said he was coming to see us when he came home from down town tonight. He said it would be six o’clock, but If I stayed up I could see him. He said he wanted to come to see my Aunt Vera only he was afraid she wouldn't let him. But I said you would. NoW, Aunt Vera, don’t tell him I ate the cookie he sent you.” ' . (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Versatile Canadian Statesman.

’ Gen. Sir Sam Hughes, Canada’s picturesque and efficient minister of militia, the results of whose untiring efforts for years past have been so manifest since the war began, has been in turn a schoolteacher, country editor, politician and soldier. Years ago he was, professor of , English in the Collegiate Institute oty Toronto, The mi 1 itia has long been his hobby; During the Boer war he obtained a commission, though his offer of a regiment was rejected. ;■ -A;*.

Ocular Breathing.

Fond English Mother—-Ay, dear lad. there’s not a day passes hut what I .think of yon in that .awftd sub’arine, with only the pertscup to breathe through.—Punch.