Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 150, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 June 1916 — Page 3

HANDICRAFT FOR BOYS AND GIRLS

By A. NEELY HALL and DOROTHY PERKINS

PORCH AND WINDOW FLOWER BOXES. The hanging box in Fig. 1 must be made of a box of equal width and depth; if you cannot get one of these proportions, take a wide box and saw off enough to make the width and depth the same, as indicated in Fig. 2. Re-enforce the nailing of all boards by driving in additional nails; then ‘cut the hanger uprights A (Fig. 1) and

nail them diagonally across the ends. The tops, of these strips must be trimmed off even with the corners of the box ends. Screw a scrW-eye into each upright and connect a 30-inch piece of iron jack-chain to it by which to hang up the box. Figures 3 and 4 show how to join two grocery boxes end to end to make a long window box. These may be cut down in length so the combined boxes will exactly fit the window opening. Nail the boxes end to end. Then cut strips A and B (FTg 5) 1% inches wide —strips A a trifle longer than the boxes

are wide, and strips B several Inches longer than the combined length. Nail strips A to the box ends, even with the top edge, and with a saw trim off their ends even with the box sidep. Nail strips B to the sides of the boxes and saw off their ends even with the surfaces of strips A. The vertical strips shown in Figs. 3 and 4 are of the same widths as strips A and B. They finish off the corners and conceal the joint between the boxes. If the window sill is wide, the flower box will not require fastening, but if narrow it will be pecessary to support the box by chains fastened to screw-hooks screwed into both the window frame and the box ends (Figs. 3 and 4). Wedge-shaped blocks will relieve the supporting chains of a considerable portion of the weight of the filled boxes (Figs. 3 and 6). The plant stand in Fig. 7 is made similar to the window box in Fig. ‘4, with the corner strips extended for legs, and a shelf fastened between to brace them. Nall strips A and B in place first, then cut and nail together each pair of corner strips C and D (Fig. 8), cutting D enough narrower than C to al-

low for the thickness of C when nailed to it. Twenty-six inches is a good length to make these legs. When you have nailed them to the box corners, fasten the cross-strips E between, ahd cut and fasten the shelf board F between cross-strips E. If the plant box is to be used indoors it must have a metal liner so water will not drain on to the floor. A tinsmith will make a sheetiron box for between 50 and 7o cents, according to size. * Paint your flower boxes with at least two coats of paint. After the flirt coat has dried putty all tracks, joints and nail holes.

(Copyright, by A. Neely HallJ

FLOWER BASKETS. The cornucopia basket in Fig. 1 is a dainty holder for wood violets and other small 'flowers, and its depth makes it a desirable shape for longstem flowers also. Fig. 2 shows how to fdTFup a sheet of heavy wriling-pa’-per into a cornucopia. Lap and paste

the edge of the paper as in Fig. 3, then cover the outside with colored tissue paper, gathering this into small plaits at the bottom, and slashing it to form fringe. Cut a strip of paper 2 inches wide, slash it as shown in Fig. 4 to form fringe, and paste it around the top, allowing the fringe to hang down. The basket handle is made of strips of tissue paper 2 inches wide, rolled lengthwise into slender tubes, then braided together (Fig. 5). Stitch the ends to the top edge of the cornucopia. Fig. 6 shows a unique form of basket made from a writing-paper box. The dotted lines in Fig. 7 Indicate how to cut the box ends at their centers, and the dotted line in Fig. 8 shows how to score the box bottom with a

knife, along the center, to provide for telescoping one half into the other as shown in Fig. 9. Stitch the telescoped ends together, then cover the outside of the box with tissue paper, and attach a ribbon to the corners for a handle. , A berry box furnishes the material for the pretty little hooded basket in Fig. 10. The first thing to do is to cut the bottom of the box in half, diagonally, from corner to corner, as indicated by the dotted line in Fig. 11, and remove one half (Fig. 13). Then prepare a triangular piece of cardboard like that shown in Fig. 12 of the same size as the remaining half of the box bottom, with flaps along the two short edges, and glue the piece between the box sides opposite the bottom half (F|g. 13). Instead of cardboard, the triangular piece may be cut out of berry-box wood. Cover

the box with tissue paper, or else stain the wood green or brown. Tie ribbon to the box corner for a handle, The cover from a tin can, with a band of heavy paper or lightweight cardboard wrapped about it, provides the foundation for the cylindrical re* ceptacfe shown in Fig. 14. The dotted lines in Fig. 15 show the position of the cover. Paste tissue paper over the outside, and attach a ribbon handle. - Keep your wild flowers in water until you aie ready to use them, so they will remain fresh.

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LAUNCH OF DESTROYER WILKES

The United States torpedo-boat destroyer Wilkes sliding down the ways at Cramp’s shipyard, Philadelphia, and, on the left, Miss Carrie Mclver, who christened the new vessel. The Wilkes is 315 feet long, displaces 1,110 tons and has a contract speed of 29% knots.

RISKS HER LIFE TO SEE HUSBAND

Belgian Woman Braves German Electric Fence to Escape to Holland. MANY KILLED BY DEADLY WIRE Poacher Leads Woman Through Hidden Tunnel at Night—Complaining Cry Tells of Cat and Dog Victims of Current.

London—A Belgian Journalist named Egbert Hans, until recently serving with the Belgian army, narrates the following story of the electric cable which the Germans have fixed along the Dutch frontier to prevent the Belgians from escaping into Holland:

“During the first few days only dogs and cats were struck, and one could hear their howls and cries a minute before they died. The first human victim was a young Belgian who had heard King Albert’s call and wanted to go through Holland to join the Belgian army. The second victim weJbeard of was a poacher who brought letters Into Holland. He knew every inch of the country, as they all do, and thought he could defy the electric cables.

“One morning very early I found a young woman sitting on one of the Dutch ‘steps’ in Sluis. She looked worn out, but her face wore that happy expression which told me at once that she was one of those who had crossed. A few hours later I met her arm in arm with a young man whom I knew was an escaped Belgian soldier. I met them again and again, and the young woman told me the name of her town, how things were going there, and how she had got into polland. "Clara Vermel was the young worn-

KILLS VILLA’S LIEUTENANT

Lieut. George S. Patton, while on a foraging trip near the San Antonio camp, visited the San Miguel ranch, about sixty miles southeast of Namiquipa, and with a scout and nine enlisted men in three automobiles encountered and killed three Villistas, one of whom was Capt Julio Cardenas, a well-known lieutenant of Vifla. Patton and his men left the camp in their three autos and fought the bandits from the autos, that is to say, they sprang directly from their cars into the fight, putting the encounter in a class by itself.

an’s name. She was an Inhabitant of Oostkerke. In the beginning of the war her husband had been called to the colors. She heard from him three times, then his letters ceased, and for months she had lived alone, hoping that her husband was still alive. Face Death for Husband. “One day Clara Vermel was brooding over her misfortunes when the door opened and in walked ‘Limping Victor,’ a cripple who was employed by the Germans to do errands, and had often to go to Holland. “ ‘Clara,’ he said, ‘I have seen Robert. He is at Sluis, just over the border. But don’t ask any more. I risk too much already.’ “She heard the door bang and was again alone. Robert alive! Robert at Sluis, only a few miles away? Then she fell on her knees before the Holy Virgin in the corner and prayed. “Then a shadow crept over her face. Sluis is in Holland! The electric cables! ■ They meant death for those who came near them. “But she would go. She would face death for him. Her father tried to dissuade her, but finally gave in. " ’There is only one man, Clara r ’ he said, ‘who can help you if you really want to go to Sluis, and that man is Flor, the poacher. He knows every inch of soil for. miles round and miles into Holland. Let us go and see him, or rather you go alone; that would be safer. You know where he lives.’ “ ‘So you want to get to Sluis to see your husband, who was a soldier?’ said Flor, when Clara called at his hut. ‘But do you know what it means, yqung woman? Do you know how many' have been killed by that devilish wire?’ Crawls Through Tunnel.

“It was about midnight when the poacher and Clara left the hut. ‘“This is the time that the guard is changed, and those old landsturms are always late,’' he had said, cautioning her not to make any noise. “Near the little River Mendel running half a mile distant the poacher knew a kind of tunnel. This tunnel had been made many years ago to deliver water to a factory, standing just across the border, near Sluis. " ‘The cable is only a few yards distant from us,’ whispered the poacher to Clara. ‘We must keep to the right, as we will soon turn with the path and leave the cable. A cat rushed past. Clara was frightened. A few seconds after the poacher stopped her. ‘Listen; that cat has been killed,’ and she heard the ‘complaining cry* which always followed contact with the wire by man or animal. “The poacher had now found the bridge he was looking for. ‘Now about a hundred yards further,’ he said. He searched the grass and the rushes near the water until his toot sunk deep into a hole. Soon he found the opening. ‘Come,’ he said.

“The tunnel was not high enough to stand in, so they had to crawl. Clara thought it would never come to an end. She had never been in such darkness. She banged her head, hurt her feet, but thought only of her husband. At last she heard the poacher say: ‘Here we are! This Is Holland. But be quiet for another hour, for I want to gtf back. You follow this Utile. river about five minutes. Yon will then come on a road which will bring you into Sluis after twenty minutes’ walk. And your soldier will be sleeping under one of the roofs there.’ ”

WEDDING RING USED THRICE

Token of Plighted Troth is Employed by Three Generations of _ Californians. .... —. ■ San Francisco. —The same wedding ring which 75 years ago his grandfather placed, on the finger of his bride, and which 35 years later, his father made similar use of, was again employed qs a token of plighted troth when Dwight D. Chase of Oakland married Laura Zerbe. The wedding took place at the home of Mrs. J. Arthur Logan, of the bridegroom, the ceremony being performed by Rev. Mr. Allen of St. Paul’s church, Oakland. • .• ; ®

LIVES ON CORN NINE DAYS

Ohio Workman Nearly Dieo as Result of his Accidental Nap In Freight Car. Chicago.—“l feel like a hors*, I guess,” said Michael Dezich when they brought him before Judge Flanagan in the South Chicago police court, wherek upon he gave an imitation of one* of the genus equus having blind staggers. Michael had been living on shelled corn for nine days and was so weak he could hardly stand. Ho says there is nothing in this “corr fed” stuff. Michael halls from Steubenville, 0., where he works for the Carnegie Steel company, he told the judge, exhibiting his working identification check as proof. A week ago last Saturday night, he explained, he worked overtime. He passed a few hours in endeavors to drown out the recollection of the occurrence, and it was Sunday when he crawled into a loaded Pennsylvania box car and fell asleep. His snores failed to reach the grain inspectors, who locked and sealed the car door. Today a railroad policeman patrolling the South Chicago yards heard him pounding on the car door and yelling feebly for help. The officer pried open the door and arrested him as “disorderly." The judge dismissed the charge and the courtroom attaches took up a collection to buy Mike a square meal. Doctor Carlin, ambulance physician, blocked the plan temporarily. “Not yet,” he said, "have to begin easy. A glass of milk." “Lord!” said the convalescent, ‘‘it’s lucky it wasn’t a carload of coal!"

MAKES HIS THIRD ESCAPE

Eugene Gilbert, French Aviator, Flees Swiss Camp Again—Gets to Italy. Paris.—For the third time Eugene Gilbert, the French aviator, has escaped from' the camp in Switzerland where he was interned. The aviator, who made several aeroplane records before the outbreak of the war, was compelled by lack of gasoline to land on Swiss soil after making a raid un the Zeppelin factory at Friedrichshafen. He made his first attempt to escape soon after his Internment and managed to reach Paris, but he was sent back when the Swiss authorities declared that he had not given them sufficient notice of his withdrawal of his promise not to attempt to escape. In February the aviator again tried to make his way out of Switzerland, but was arrested at Olten. According to the Petit Parislen, M. Gilbert has succeeded this time in making his way to Italy.

NEAR DEATH MANY TIMES

Arrested and rearrested, sentenced to be shot time and again as a spy, Albert K. Dawson, the kaiser’s wai photographer, returned to this country recently. Three times Mr. Dawson waited to be executed by Serbian soldiers, who held him prisoner on suspicion of his being a spy. Seventy times he was arrested. In his official capacity he has traveled over a great part of the warring fronts, but described the conditions existing in Serbia as being most appalling. Serbian soldiers refused to bring with them their Austrian prisoners owing to lack of food. Signs of war, disease and desolation met him at every turn. The above picture of Mr. Dawson shows him in the mountains of Serbia wearing a Bulgarian sheepskin coat, made in the mountains, while campaigning with the Bulgarians in their great drive against Serbia.

Cat Adopts Chickens.

Manistee, Mich. —On the same day that several young kittens disappeared, from the home of Peter Nelson, leaving a prostrated mother cat, a hen at the same place abandoned a brood of five newly hatched chickens. Nelson placed the chickens with the cat For days the old cat has cared for the chicks with all conceivable devotion. She washes and caresses them and becomes savage when one approaches threateningly near her adopted brood

Where Art Thou?

By Rev. Wm. Wallace Ketchum

Director of the Practical Work CourM, Moody Bible Institute of Chicago

TEXT—And the Lord God called unto Adam, and said unto him, “Where art thou?"—Gen. 3:>. So far as we know this is the first question God ever asked man. It is

reason why some men never darken a church door; they fear that they may meet God. You know we are told that Adam tried to hide himself amidst the trees of the garden just as if material things could shut out God’s view of him, as if God’s eye could not penetrate the trees and see Adam where he was. “The eyes of the Lord,” says one of old, “run to and fro throughout the whole earth.” And the Psalmist asks, “Whither shall I go from thy spirit or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend into heaven, thou art there; if I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light, about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the days; the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.” How utterly impossible it is to get away from God. There is no way for man to escape the Almighty; neither earth nor heaven nor hell has in it a hiding place from him. Darkness cannot shut man from his vision. It may hide hellish deeds so that men may not see them, but the eyes of the Almighty not only penetrate through inky blackness but search the innermost recesses of a man’s being. God did. not ask this question of Adam because he was ignorant of Adam’s place in the garden, but he asked it to bring /.dam to a realization of his sinful condition, that he might reveal himself to Adam as his savior. This same question he has been asking men down through the ages and he has been asking it for the same reason. Not always in the same words, but nevertheless the same question. He asked it of Cain when he said, “Where is thy brother?’’ and Caln knew himself a murderer. He asked it of Elijah, when he said, “What doest thou here, Elijah?” and Elijah knew he was not trusting God. He asked it of the woman of Samaria, when Jesus said, “Go call thy husband,” and the woman knew herself an adulteress. He has been asking it of you many times and in many ways. He asked it of you when you heard the first time the story of Calvary, and every time you hear the story the same question is asked, “Where art thou?” Calvary is the great revelation of man’s sinfulness and God’s grace. There, as nowhere else, one sees himself a sinner and there one beholds God’s provision to meet his need. He asked it of you when that great sorrow came into your life. Did you not hear him say, "Where art thou?" Not to condemn you, did he ask it, but to reveal himself unto you as your comforter. He asked it of you when your loved one left you alone. In the loneliness of your life he asked it, that you might find in him your companion. When that calamity came and all your hopes seemed blasted it was his voice that said, "Where art thou?" Didst thou not hear him, child, say this to thee, that thou mightest cast all thy care upon him who careth for thee? Deaf Indeed hast thou been to the voice of thy God, $f thou hast not heard his loving question. Where art thou? If thou hast heard this question and in the stillness of his presence realized where thou art and found in him thy savior, happy art thou indeed. But if he has spoken to thee in his providences, as well as his word, and thou hast —not—heard, to what pitch must his voice be raised until thou doest hear and heed? Even now in these words he asks thee, “Where art thou?” Not to condemn thee, but to save thee from thyself, thy sorrow, and thy sin.

Christian’s Task Not Hard.

To follow Christ does not of necessity Involve anything new or unwonted; to be perfect in him does not always need change. There remains only to persevere in lowly obedience towhat the conscience witnesses to be the calling wherein he looks to find us when he c'-meth forth to see how his servants have occupied their talents till he come.—Rev. T. T. Carter.

Although a soldier by profession, I have never felt any sort of fondness Jor war, and I have never advocated it except as a means of peace.—U. & Grant

the question God asked Adam after Adam sinned and was trying to hide himself from the presence of God. Sin always, consciously separates one from God so that the sinner ever tries to get away from the presence of the Almighty. For this reason men close the Bible which brings them face to face with God. This is the