Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 165, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 July 1916 — Page 2

STORIES from the BIG CITIES

Why Snakes Roamed in Classic Chicago Suburb

CHICAGO. —It was Main street, Evanston, the classic suburb of this city. It was after midnight—some minutes past the time when a great industry In Chicago closes up for a day. The thick-set man was ambling slowly along the walk, at peace with the world. He

was even singing. Suddenly he stopped; a small garter snake had wriggled across his path. The song ended. The man closed his eyes, and laughed foolishly. Then he opened them again. This time there were two snakes on the walk. The man threw his hat at them, Janghed nervously, and walked on. And every few feet he saw more snakes.

Three college students, walking arm in arm, exuberant vocally, stared stupidly at the snakes, turned and ran. A thin man with his hat askew screamed that he was bitten. The reason? —The “tub scouts”—the boys of the block, annoyed at the regular Saturday night and Sunday morning demonstrations on Main street, collected two pails of snakes Saturday morning and put them to work.

Tips and “War Babies” Form Rich Combination

NEW YORK—Here is evidence that the “War Babies” have increased the bank roll of the serving man. The other day a guest of the Plaza hotel found a bank book in the grill showing deposits of $25,000. He turned it over to the management of the hotel. The

assistant manager telling of the finding of the bank book, A few minutes later the deft Juggler of eatables approached the hotel official and diffidently asked him to get the bank book, and please not to “tip off” the head waiter that It was his, for the latter might think it was time for him to retire on his income. The assistant manager breathed heavily, for he had just tipped this waiter. The waiter was much relieved. But the various officials of the hotel, from managing director *to the room clerks, are all wearing deeply thoughtful expressions.

Heroic Seven-Year-Old Boy Saves a Baby Girl

PITTSBURGH. PA. —“I rescued the glr-r-r-1, but it wasn’t nothin’ brave, murmured Joseph Bright, seven years old, joint hero with Robert Calpass, nine, in the saving of the life of little Veda Johnston, four, when the Johnston

home at McKees Rocks was destroyed by fire. Veda was in a first-floor bedroom when the fire began. As the flames, which started on the second floor, ate their way quickly through the thin partitions and floors of the dry frame building, the child remained in the room, for the moment forgotten by the frawtic mother and the excited neighbors. Then, discovering it was difficult

to breathe in the fast-thickening smoke and becoming terror-stricken when she saw a sheet of flame burst through the wall beside her, the baby screamed for help. Joe, who was 1 on the outside, heard the little girl’s cries, and, amid falling embers and smoke too dense to endure for more than the moment, rushed to her side, gathered her quickly in his arms and rushed for the door. The floor of the room had already become weak from the gnawing of the flames, but Joe and his tfiirden reached the door in safety. As the little hero emerged from the building, then a furnace of fire, bearing the girl in his tyms, a cheer broke spontaneously from the crowd. Little Veda, the pet of the neighborhood, had bben saved in the nick of time.

Wrong Tune Silenced Detroit Wedding Bells

DETROIT. —Louie Fuchs wants to get back at the head of his German band, but he can’t. Joseph Wilczek wants to get married, but he can’t. The reason is a little altercation which occurred on the East side several days agowhen Wilczek became offended at a piece

the reporters. But JCuchs didn’t even recover his musical powers while chuckling over the embarrassment that he had caused AX ilczek in police court. He started out withies band, but he couldn’t “get anything across.” They had to give it up for a bad job. So Fuchs sought further revenge. Through his attorney, Louis Ott. he started suit against Wilczek in Justice Theodore Richter’s court for SSOO damages, alleging that Wilczek had destroyed all of his musical talents. "I can’t play nothing,” said Fuchs. “Since that knock on the head I don’t know one tune from another. lam like a baby. My doctor says that 1 may never be able to play again.” Wilczek's sweetheart, who came to his aid in police court, refused to marrj him until his troubles are settled. “I want this thing settled,” she said. “I don’t want any cloud hanging over ©ur head or anything to mar the wedding bells.” So Wilczek is as anxious to get the case settled as is Fuchs, who is praying for power once more to play his bass viol and direct the band. Meanwhile the other members of the German band are searching around for a leader to assume the duties of the heart-broken Louie.

Having heard that the open season was at hand for strawberry shortcake, a Columbus young man went to a restaurant and ordered a portion. He had visions of the kind his mother used io make—two layers of genuine cake, with strawberries In between and so many on top that the cake was hidden. He remembered how the biggest, sweetest and best berries were saved for the cake that mother made. And over It would go some sort of mixture of sugar, strawberry Juli-e and butter. Then you could have real cream if you wished. While he was dreaming of the past, a waiter brought his shortcake. It was •o little he looked twice to find It. A few little runty berries were on top and the whole proposition seemed to have died the day before. "Here, waiter," the irate young man exclaimed, "take this cake out and j>eryy it,”—Jndlanapolls News,

CAKE NOT UP TO HIS EXPECTATIONS.

book was placed in the safe and the clerks notified to look out for the owner. For several days it was noticed that one of the servitors was wearing a mournful look, but Ms associates thought he was laboring under the burden of some great tragedy. He was. He was wondering who had found his bank book. It was quite by accident that the waiter, who is a flrm believer in the tipping system, overheard the

Fuchs and his band were playing. Wilczek became so angered that he struck Fuchs over the head and “drove out all of the latter’s musical talents.” Wilczek was arrested act and fined $25 in police court. The crowd in the courtroom was surprised when a pretty young woman stepped up and paid his fine. “We’re going to be married soon and I want to pay his fine,” she told

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER? IND.

Separate Capes and Pelerines Little separate capes and pelerines, to be worn with light summer frocks, are essentially classy affairs Indulged in by comparatively few women. Along with saddlebag pockets and the hooped gown, they are for those who are always looking for something new. The cape, as a part of the street dress or coat, is more widely accepted, and in any case there is no smarter accessory of dress. To think of capes is to think of silk, but the capes of today bring many other materials to mind as well. Taffeta stands at the head as a favorite in the list of available fabrics, which includes linen, alpaca, crepe, organdie, apd satin. Changeable taffetas trimmed with ruchlngs of the silk or with ruchings of black mousseline eliminate any chance of failure if one starts out to make something creditable in a little cape. A pin-stripe taffeta in two shades

Negligee of Silver Cloth and Chiffon There are negligees—and negligees —made of dainty and colorful fabrics, and the utmost of luxury is expressed in some of them. Those of the richest materials are /frankly extravagances, not made for use but for the sole purpose of looking pretty —which is use enough. These picturesque ■garments are not Intended for the light of day, except as it is screened and softened in the boudoir. They presuppose the possession of other more practical things for house wear. One of these fascinating frivolities is shown In the illustration. Cloth-of-rose chiffon are combined in making it, to ‘heir mutual advantage. A long slip, of the silver tissue, is yelled with a full straight-hangiiig, sleeveless coat of the chiffon having its edges hound with the silver cloth. For no particular reason, unless it is by way of suggesting luxury, a bit of dark fur finishes the neck across the back. A full-blown rose of silk Is very much at home posed at the base of the V-shaped opening at the front, where

FANCIES AND FADS OF FASHION

By Julia Bottomley

of blue serves for the very pretty model that is shown in the Illustration. In size, this cape takes a middle course between those that reach almost to the elbows (they are rare) and brief affairs that barely hold out to the point of the shoulder. These two extremes are met with on coats. The cape pictured is scalloped and hemmed and entirely veiled with black silk mousseline. It is made with a high flaring collar and all its edges are finished with a ruching of mousseline gathered along the middle into scant fullness. Rather wide black taffeta ribbon makes a long tie for finishing the neck. It is laid in folds and tacked down about the neck opening, with the free ends just long enough to knot easily. It is'a support and a finish for the cape. Parasols and capes to match are made for those outdoor affairs of summertime that call for formal dress. Both are covered with a mass of full ruchlngs made of narrow strips of silk frayed at the edges.

it repeats in its petals the sheen and color about it. At the back of the coat a belt of silver lace confines the fullness of the chiffon in plaits, and serves another purpose in weighting it. The binding of silver cloth makes Itself useful in the same way. Rose chiffon and silver lace make the pretty cap to be worn with this aristocrat among negligees. It is finished with many long loops of baby velvet ribbon. Although they are not In evidence, the chances are that nothing more substantial than cloth-of-sll-ver slippers and rose-colored silk hose answered the question of footwear, to correspond with the cap and gown. Negligees that are more lasting, in charm as well as In material, are made of sheer white fabrics and worn over white or pale-colored slips of thin soft silk. Among new models quite a number have coat effects of wide shadow lace or fine net made up with satin ribbons in all the light colors. Flowered voile is a perfect material for making negligees, and vies with much more costly fabrics in effectiveness

Gathered Smiles

MEAN OF HER.

Miss Antique —So he actually said he considered me very witty? Miss Caustlque —Not exactly. He said he could hardly keep from laughing every time he saw you.

Poor Ananias!

If Ananias were alive today. He'd have no chance for fame; As most any man—so women say— Could beat him at his game.

Costly Merriment.

“My poor man, how did you happen t j be arrested ?” asked the sympathetic prison visitor. “It wuz due to poor judgment, mum,” replied the second-story man. “How was that?’ “I poked a pistol in a cove’s face an’ he trembled so I laughed at ’im. Dat made ’im so mad he jumped on me, beat me to a frazzle, an’ turned me over to de cops.”

Good Advice.

“If I knew the voters wanted me, I would run for office," said the modest man. “My friend,” replied the practical politician, “you have the wrong idea entirely.” “Why so?” “Don’t wait to find out whether'or not the voters want you. Make them think they want you.”

Some Salesman.

"I can see at a glance, madam,” said he, “that you would not be interested in the preparation I am selling, except possibly as a gift to some of your neighbors.” “What are you selling?” she inquired with interest. “A facial beauty preparation, madam,” he replied.—Judge.

Out of Sight.

Be ne—Was that little Styles girl there ? Beulah—Oh, yes. “As conspicuous as ever?” “No, she wasn’t conspicuous.” “Why, didn’t she have on her white spats?’ “Oh, yes, but she was sitting on her feet.” ’

Was It Squeezed?

Flatbush —My wife is quite mannish. I found her wearing one of my plaid vests yesterday? Bensonhurst —Good for her! “I’ve been suspicious of her ever s.nce.” “Why?” “There was one of my cigars in the pocket, and when I found it it was crushed! ” /

A Type Sometimes Met.

“That man believes he is making history.” “Yes,” replied Senator Sorghum; “only he thinks history ought to be one grand autobiography.”

MATRIMONIAL TROUBLES.

He —I am looking for trouble. She —This is so sudden.

Good Advice.

Rut not your trust in princes, 'Tis unwise in most of cases; And it’s unsafe to trust in kings— The other fefioW may have aces.

Deeply Versed.

"Professor Diggs is an authority on the Chaldeans." "Indeed?” “Yes. He knows as much about those ancient people as Mrs. Diggs about the Smiths and Joneses Who live next door.”

Slow Movement*.

Bill—Where did they get that new fielder on the college ball nine? Jill—He’s a product of the college chess club. Can’t you see how slow he Is?

BONNETS AND HOODS.

Mrs. Flatbush —What’s the matter now? - Mr. Flatbush —I was only thinking. “Of what?" “How much easier it is to manage an automobile than a wife." “Well, don’t forget how expensive an automobile Is, compared to a wife.” “Well, I admit it costs something for the hood of the automobile, but it’s nothing compared to the money a woman spends for her bonnets.

Speaking His Mind.

"Permit me to give you some good advice,” said the meddlesome person. “Go ahead,” replied the irascible man. "You can’t make me feel any worse than I do already.” “Oh, If you are going to take it that way, I'll keep silent.” “That’s right! Shut up like a clam now and catch me some other time when you will have a better chance to spoil my day!”

Too True.

“Look-a here, Sam!” “Yes, ’Liza.” “I’s begginnin’ to think yer doesn’t love me no more.” “Nonsense, ’Liza; what put dat in yer head?” “Why, yer jus’ sit thar by the fire and sees me work.” “Bless yer, ’Liza! The more I sits here and sees yer work the more I loves yer, honey!”

NO MATTER OF DOUBT.

She —Are you sure that you love me? He —Just as sure as I am that your father has money.

Day After.

He thinks of the supper last evening That he bought her after the playHe sighs with regret—he cannot forget That It means free lunch for today.

Located.

Belle—See Beatrice’s new dress? Beulah —What new dress? “The one she had on today.” “That awful short one?” “Yes, it is short, isn’t it?” not a new dress. That’s one she wore years ago, before she put oa long dresses.”

Its Qualifications.

“The dove of peace this time will' have to be something of a diplomatist.” “Well, a dove ought to know how to achieve a coup.”

Strictly So.

“This firm claims it ought to have protection for its business, as it is an infant industry.” “What is it?” “Manufacturing baby ribbon.**

Speaking of Croton.

“The Croton river, which furnishes to New York the greater part of the water consumed in its limits, was named for an Indian chief,”, explained the teacher. “Oh, teacher!” exclaimed one of the bright boys, “J always thought the Croton river was named after a bug!”'

Practical Demonstration.

“Think of having a food dictatorship !” “You can get used to it. Our cook has been successfully operating onei for years.”

In No Terror.

"That bandit doesn’t seem to fear death.” “Not a bit. The most fun he get* is supervising his own funeral an* nouncements.” \ ' ....

A Danger.

"He aspires tq be loved for the enemles he has made.” "And in so doing is liable to be dis* trusted because of the friends he baa sacrificed.”

Surely Does.

Bacon —An entomologist says white!, ants have attacked the lonely home of an Indian farmer, and In a short time> have eaten many of the sills and floors of the house. Egbert—Looks as if they were try-| ing to eat him out of house and! home.”

Accounted For.

“Indians are much more stoical Ini the face of death than white men.” / “Of course, they are. They Ilka better to dye.”