Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 82, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 April 1916 — Page 2

Another Testimonial CALUMET BAKING POWDER The President’s Wedding Cake was prepared by Mrs. Marian Cole Fisher and Miss Pansy Bowen, both of whom are known throughout the United States as experts in Domestic Science work. This Wilson - Galt Weddine Cake was worthy of the occasion in every respect. Calumet Baking , Powder was used in its preparation and both the above named ladies heartily * recommend Calumet Baking Powder for its purity, wholesomeness, economy and never-failing results. These ladies use Calumet exclusively in all their work. Received Highest Award World’s Pure Food Exposition, Chicago; Paris Exposition, France, March,' 1912. '

TOO SEVERE A PUNISHMENT

Tramp Objected to So Long a Sojourn in a Town That Shall Remain Nameless. A certafii town —not the one you live in, dear reader, but it’s nearest and dearest rival —was noted for being dead slow. There was no amusement in the place, not even so much as a moving-picture show, and everybody went to bed at nine o’clock every night because there was no other place to go. One day a tramp was caught begging in the streets of this town and was promptly arrested and arraigned before the justice of the peace. After hearing the evidence the magistrate put on his sternest look and said: "It appears from the testimony presented here that you are a vagrant without visible means of support. In order that you may not become a charge upon the taxpayers of a respectable community I sentence you to leave this town in three hours.” “Aw Judge,” pleaded the tramp, with a look of abject terror in his face, “have a heart, won’t yer? I didn’t do nuthin’ but ask a guy fer a nickel. Please don’t make me stay in dis burg all dat time. Make it three minutes, Judge, can’t yer?” ]

Couldn't Evade "Special”

A Lancashire man who a hen roost near the railway waft complaining to a friend about having some of the birds killed by passing trains. “Tha should hang ’em a timetable up in the hoose, and then they could look when th’ trains were booked to come past,” said the friends. “Timetable be hanged!” said the other. “They know weel enough when th’ ordinary trains 'll pass. When Aw’ve hed one killed it’s alius bin wi' a 'special.’ ” —London Tit-Bits.

Out of the State.

A disheveled citizen rushed into a police station and shouted for vengeance. “The antomobile that bit me five minutes ago was No. 41144,” he sputtered. “I can prove that he was exceeding the speed limit, and I want —I want —” “You want a warrant for his arrest?” “Warrant nothing! What good would a warrant do me at the rate he was going? I want extradition papers.”

Ornithologist’s Birdhouse.

Harris M. Benedict, the protector of wild birds, has recently patented a birdhouse made of fire clay fashioned into pitcher shape with the surface made to simulate bark. It has a lid that overhangs the entrance and prevents it from being flooded in a storm, and through this the bird lover may watch the progress of his tiny charges.

The Remedy.

"Would you like some tonic on your hair?” asked the barber. “I've got something here that will positively stop it from coming out.” “I don’t believe it," said the man in the chair. “The only thing that will Stop my hair from coming out is a divorce.”

Doubtful Optimist.

"Are you an optimist?” “Yes. I think the world is getting better every day, although I must admit it looks like an exceedingly painful, convalescence.”

There Isn’t much self-love in the make-up of the man who loves the enemy as himself. £'

GOD’S GENTLEMAN

By FRANCES COBB.

The young man who had Just cleaned the snow from Mrs. Jordan’s walk knocked twice at the kitchen door, but no one answered the summons. He pushed the door open and closed It after him. The warmth and comfort were agreeable to him. The smell of cooking reminded him that he had not eaten anything since the day previous. Hector Greene was anxious to get pay for the first snow-cleaning he had ever done and go to the nearest restaurant. He waited a minute or two to enjoy the warmth. Then he started to shuffle around, and even call, to attract attention, when he heard two feminine voices engaged in conversation in the next room. “Yes, Sarah," spoke one of these, “It is too bad, as you say, and I Wei dreadfully sorry for poor Mr. Bell and Madge. They didn’t catch the thief?” “No, and not any hopes of It. As I told you, Mr. Bell had sold his property to get cash so he could buy out the general store on Central street, which is for sale. He was too late to put the three thousand dollars in the bank and had it in a wallet under his pillow. That night the thief broke into the house. He must have known Mr,’ Bell had the money and had been watching the house. Anyhow, Mr. Bell woke up suddenly to see the thief getting out of the window. He seized his revolver and ran to the window and fired twice at the thief.” “Did it stop him?" "No, hut he hit the man. That is sure, for he left a red trail in the snow. It was a half an hour before the neighbors were aroused to join in the hunt. It was no use, though.” “I suppose Mr. Bell is terribly cast down over his misfortune.” “Yes, if it wasn’t for that dear girl, his daughter, I think he would sink under. They sold their home, as I told you, aiAl their loss leaves them penniless. Poor old man! Poor Madge! They have been good neighbors, living right next door to us.” Hector Greene glanced through, the window to observe the house, evidently indicated by the speaker. Then she came into the kitchen. "Oh, all through?” she spoke, taking out her purse. “It’s twenty-five cents, I think you said?” “Yes, madam,” bowed Hector, and she stared at him as she gave him the

It Was the Stolen Wallet!

money. At a glance she noted that he was manifestly superior to the ordinary run of itinerant work seekers. “Madam,” he spoke, as he moved towards the door, "pardon me, but is it in the house just east of here where the Bells live?” "Yes,” replied the woman, wonderingiy. “Why do you ask?” “I overheard you speak of their troubles.” replied Hector, “and I feel sorry for them, as you do. I was thinking there is a good deal of snow around the place and if you would not mind loaning me your shovel I would be glad to clean off their snow.” "I don’t think they feel able to pay any money at present,” began the woman, but Hector interrupted her with the declaration: "Oh, I wouldn’t think of charging them!” “Why, you—you good man!” cried the impulsive housewife. “Loan you the shovel? Yes, Indeed! I declare!” Many times thereafter the warmhearted lady went to the window and glanced out admiringly at the active young fellow cleaning off the snow next door. Hector divested Jhe walks of their mantle of white. Then he observed where a clothesline ran crisscross, spanning the yard from the house to the fence. He must have been a thoughtful man, for the suggestion that anybody hanging up clothes would welcome a clear path Btarted him at this finishing touch of his work. Suddenly he paused in his labor. Then he stooped and then he thrilled. Cast up with the snow was a flat, long wallet. In a flash he guessed out the mighty fact: It was the stolen wallet! Was the money still in it? He looked to see. He placed it in his pocket and Btood meditatlng, , -•-—- It took but a flashing moment to surmise the truth. Doubtlessly, he reasoned, the wounded burglar had dropped it amid his pain and eagerness to escape. If was snowing heavily at the time and the wallet bad lain

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secreted under its fleecy covering until now. Hector Greene walked towards the house. A door opened. He stood riveted at the Bight of the sweetest face he had ever looked into. “I just noticed you,” spoke Madge Bell. “I—we —" and she flushed and stammered. “I fear We cannot offer you money, but if you would like breakfast with us—•” “I do not like to intrude," replied Hector. "You are very welcome,” came the earnest response, and Hector kicked the- snow from his feet and entered the kitchen, but his hostess led the way into the living room, where her father was Just seated at the table. "Father,” she said, “here is a gentleman who has, kindly made it possible for us to £et about without losing ourselves in the snow.” "I thank you,” bowed the courteous old man, but there was a sadness in his tones that touched Greene. “We have poor fare to offer. We have Just met with a great misfortune, sir.” Greene held his counsel for the time being. In fact, as his charming hostess seated herself opposite to him and the tempting viands were pressed upon him, Hector Greene gave heart and soul to the rare enjoyment of the moment.

Continually the old man kept talking of his troubles all through the meal, and Madge, notwithstanding her cheerful talk, Greene noted, tried to keep back the tears. As the repast was concluded Greene took the wallet from his pocket. “Mr. Bell,” he said, simply, handing it to the old man, "I picked this up as I was shoveling the snow in your yard.” The old man gazed, glared and sank back overcome. With clasped hands Madge stood spellbound as Hector told the details of his discovery. Her father, with trembling hands, selected a dozen banknotes. “Your reward —oh, you noble man,” he said huskily, but Greene waved the money aside. He was fully rewarded as Madge came up to him, took both his hands in her own, tried to say something, burst into tears and threw herself in her father’s arms. They would not let him go. The old man made Greene tell his story—of. illness, poverty, 'of manly effort to keep the wolf from the door. “Providence has sent you to me —I cannot let you go!” declared Mr. Bell. What could Greene do? Here was an offer of employment at the new store. Here were grateful hearts — and love! Love so pure and permanent that the gates of Paradise seemed opened to those two. Both had known suffering and deprivation, the contrast of peace and happiness irradiated their wedding day with a glow supernal! {Copyright, 1916. by W. O. Chapman.)

OF SUCH STUFF ARE DREAMS

Visions of Vouth Are Not Those That Come to the Aged and the Toil-Burdened. They had started in the most primitive way, the man and his wife, back in the little log house, but they were dreaming of the day when they would own a farm of their own, and not have to work so hard. After a time, their hard toil was rewarded, and they owned a farm. Then it seemed desirable to add to this tract, and they worked a little harder. A new house seemed a necessary accompaniment to the large farm, so the work could not stop- A son came to the age when he must be educated and have his chance in life, and they toiled on. All the time"the old man dreamed of the days ahead when he could stop work and take life easy. Somehow, the days did not come, or he did not recognize them when they came, for he kept on working until he had grown old and worn. Then his health failed, and he had to stop work. The son, for whom they had given precious years out of their lives, now showed his gratitude by his gentle, unfailing love and care. It seemed to others that the goal had been reached, that the old man coul<| now enjoy life, surrounded as he waji by every comfort and attention, but he was quiet and sad, sitting with head bowed on his toil-worn hands. A neighbor, stopping in for a little visit, asked, “How are you getting along, grandpa?” Then the secret of all his sadness burst forth as he answered earnestly, “Oh, if I could only get out and work!” What queer things our dreams are, after all! —Indianapolis News. v ■■■ -

Feared Death From Indians.

At a recent gathering of life-insur-ance men one of the old timers exhibited a copy of a permit which had been attached to a policy issued by the Mutual Life in 1868, says the Wall Street Journal. This permit read: "The within assured has permission to reside in any settled part of the states of California, Nevada, Oregdn or Washington territory, and while so residing, to make trips (as a passenger only) on first class steamers plying between tbu ports of Washington territory, the states of California and Oregon, and the Sandwich islands, and to proceed to and return .from in like manner, or conveyance overland: "Provided, That written notice be given by the assured whenever anytrtp iorthe Sandwlch islanda or to the Atlantic states is undertaken, to the general agent of the company at San Francisco, Cal., and provided also, that on the overland route the said assured to. take his own risk by death from hostile Indians.”

LATE FRENCH MODELS

DESIGNERS HAVE BENT OVER MANY PRETTY THINGS. New Coat* Have Touche* That Give Them Diatlnctlon—Soft Broadcloth May Be Brought Back Into Fashion. The new coats which have arrived here seem to indicate that a number of the designers have taken up the idea of fastening the coat at the collarbone and at the waist line. When the coat is single-breasted the blouse usually show* through the opening, which naturally occurs between the two widely spaced buttons. If a woman does not like this, however, it is better to give enough width to the under front piece to hide the blouse. Although there are high, rolling collars at the back of many of the new Jackets, there are also revers that run down to the chest and sometimes further.

Here and there one sees in the new gowns some remarkably lovely materials which we will not be able to duplicate in this country. Barring these, there is a laok of new materials, and it is probable that this season our dressmakers will not encounter one of their most serious obstacles in copying French models, which is the inability to secure enough of the material in the original gown. This is the reason that your dressmaker may have persuaded you in the past to have your French model copied*in another color and fabric; you were not aware that she could not get the original material in this country and that she had not ordered enough of Jt from France to satisfy the demands of her patrons. Serge, gaberdine and all manner of silk supply the needs of the dressmaking world this spring, but Jenny, Bernard and other houses may bring soft broadcloth back into fashion through their sponsorship of it One does not usually think o$ broadcloth as a spring fabric, but the present

CHARM IN MOBILE MOUTH

Point of Beauty Which All Women Should Do Their Very Utmost to Attain. It is said by physiognomists the mouth is the feature which most truly expresses the character. Mouths have won more men for women than any other feature. A man when away may forget the glance of an eye, the shape of the face, but some expression of the mouth still remains with him permanently. Many women who have no other good feature seem to be beautiful because the mouth is bewitchingly attractive, and tells of a soul that is big and fine. It is an easy matter for us to do for the mouth what nature did not do. Of course, we cannot change the marking of the mouth, but we can change the lines about it. No mouth, no matter how beautiful its contour, is attractive if it pulls down or remains immovable in tight, straight lines. The mouth is the most mobile of all our features. It is claimed that those who talk, sing and laugh fre-

Much Ribbon on Millinery

In spite of the fact that so many flowers were seen in the first straw hats worn in the late winter, both in Paris and in this country, ribbon is taking a more and more important place in the season’s millinery trimming. Many of the new hats are almost entirely covered with ribbon. Stiff ribbon is laced and used to cover crown and brim, ribbon about an inch wide. Sometimes the crown is covered with bands of ribbon, all crossing at the center. The stiff, twilled ribbon is used for this purpose, too. Then there arc the bands of ribbon with tailored bow at the side, sometimes forming the only trimming of sailor shapes, sometimes used in combination with a feather fancy at one side. A charming hat is of black straw, with small bow knots of very narrow picot-edged electric blue ribbon fastened flat against the crown, all around it. The ends of the bowß hang on the brim. Pastel colors in ribbons are used for hats to wear with thin summer frocks. They .are sometimes made into big wired bows which perch jauntily at the back or side of the hat, sometimes narrow ribbons are used. Narrow ribbon is run through buckles, too, which adds to its trimming quality. Small bone buckles, sometimes metal buckles, are used.

Frivolous Capes

The neat, but Inconsequential little shoulder cape has now become an article of clothing by Itself. It Is black or dark blue, and occasionally of a brighter color. Three deep ruffles of taffeta, which’ bring it Just over the shoulder, are its usual mode of being, bnt many Variations are exhibited. Sometimes the ruffles and upstanding raffle of a collar are divided .at the back, and in one case the little cape is made with diminutive siheves, also finished with a ruffle. The high, flaring collar of one cape Is made with a narrow, pointed yoke, and the frills, Instead of being of the taffeta, are of

weave of It isl as cool as serge. It has been sent over here in cults of white, beige, mauve and gray. It is a question whether American women will adopt it. As a rule, they prefer silk for spring and summer. Our warm weather comes early'and stays with us in an exasperating manner. A vast number of the best French afternoon gowns are made of voile, in a lustrous sil!* thread that is quite effective. The material with which we are familiar and which we call georgette crepe, is also used, and some of the best models are of satin. Probably one may say that the marked departure in afternoon gowns

Quaint Evening Frock of White Tulle and Lace With Rhinestone Trimming——Long Hooped Skirt With Short-Waisted Bodice, from what we have worn is the halfround decollete. It is trying and has none of the grace of the V-shaped opening, but that will not deter it from a wide success. (Copyright, 1916, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

quently retain an expression of youth never found in those who have not frequently exercised the lips in these ways. To encourage upward trend of the mouth we must begin at the foundation of beauty, character. We must encourage beautiful, kind and pure thoughts. We must think of the sweet, joyful things in life, not of the disbouraging, wicked ones. The next step toward developing a beautiful mouth is a full set of teeth in perfect condition. There are several exercises which keep the lips mobile and flexible. Whistling is good, if not overdone. Blowing out a candle or an imaginary candle light is also good. But best of all is to toss a feathery dandelion into the air and blow it about,* laughing at the sport which is derived from this, or blow soap bubbles. Blowing them about the room is a good lip exercise. Do not bring the lips tightly together. That spoils the mouth, adds lines and wrinkles, and makes the face old. Always let the lips fall lightly together.

dark blue net. Flippant as these ruffled capes may seem, their charm is undeniable.

Picturesque and Becoming

Hat made of black taffeta, with a crown of beige moire, the ends of which are clasped together in front with a head ornament.

Black Lingerie

While black corsets are not so unusual as to cause one to exclaim, the fact that there is a demand for whole ? sets of lingerie in black is astonishing. It Is said that anything in the lingerie line can be now had in this somber hue, and when it is considered that many of the modish frocks are of transparent material, it seems reasonable, at least, that the brassiere and the corset, too, for that master, should be fashioned of black material. .

Stunning Hat

The crown of a stunning sailor hat was made of black and white satin. It was a combination of tho black and white, with a band of green grosgrain ribbon. The fpcing was of green straw. r ■ - ' V. •.

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City Without Private Houses. In one respect —a point not so flattering to metropolitan complacency New York is unique among great cities: Manhattan is a city without private houses. In the last fifteen yearß few private dwellings have been built, except those of millionaires. In that same period thousands of the old brown-stone fronts of a previous generation have been dismantled to make way for tenements and apartments. Forty years the city has been undergoing a process of “tenementization. New York is a city almost exclusively of tenements and apartments—that is its most striking architectural and social characteristic. Prying Cow Storms Trench. Thor Skongaard may work with a periscope when he is digging hereafter. He was plying pick and shovel in an excavation at Thirty-fifth and Lyndale avenues N., when a large object lurched to the edge of the hole and dropped in. It was a cow. She stuck so tight that It took two fire companies to hoist her out and release the workman. Skongaard resumed his labors.— Minneapolis Journal. Most Unkind. "Miss Sereleaf says she is going to marry one man in a thousand.” “The last one?” asked Miss Cuttem. At the Ball. He (to his dancing partner)—This Is a fine floor. She —Then why dance on my feet?

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