Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 214, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 September 1916 — Page 2

HAPPENINGS in the CITIES

Chicago Lads Start Out to Be Real Bad Brigands CHICAGO. —Every once in a while the spirits of Robin Hood and Ol’ Cap’ Kidd grow restless and sneak into the souls of little boys. This happens most often in the dog days. Recently (he bacteria of brigandage stole Into

the consciousness of “Jimmy” Waldron, who Is nine years old and lives at 1229 Frontier avenue, and Sylvio Lombardo, who Is six and lives right handy by. Mud pies grew doleful, wooden horses lost their zip. and military affa’rs fell away to mere drudgery. They debated between going far West, where they shoot up the chaparral and lasso the chaparajos, and skipping off to the jungle, where hartebeests and wlmjlks scamper o'er vprlooper.

“I got a gun," said James. “We’ll do sumpin’ fierce." That seemed logical. Over across the way there stood a flat building. Ono of Its occupants had lately died and it was the day of the funeral. None was at home. They “jimmied” a window in the flat across the way, Oh, it must have been a half hour before anything happened, and then Lt was loud and resonant. The pistol of James belched forth with a “bang” that shook the curbstones. The landlord of the building hurried over to see if the boiler had burst. He poked his head in lhe window. A pair of gleaming eyes behind a smoking revolver greeted him. “Let me out of here,” growled a villain voice, “or I’ll let daylight through you.” That was very picturesque and Robin Hood like. The landlord beat it. Presently he returned with a pair of policemen from Hudson avenue. James and Sylvio recovered from the bacteria of Hood and Kidd when dosed liberally with the virus of copper, and they are nice little boys again.

East Boston Has an Attractive Bit of Germany

BOSTON. — There’s a little bit of Germany over in East Boston, where seven big German liners and one Austrian ship are tied up to the old wharf. These ships are valued at $12,000,000. When they were first interned their

old homes. They have built runways and. bridges and gang planks, strung electric light wires about the ships and the dock and one may walk from one ship to another q£_juake a tour of inspection in the captain’s launch. They hav.e exemplified intensive farming in a manner which the New Englander might well copy. From a mudhole, an old wharf, the soil of which is about as poor as the sands of Cape Cod, they have wrung as fine a lot of garden truck as some of the farmers in Lexington raise under glass or on their highly fertilized acres. Officers and men—most of whom have followed the seas all their lives—have shown that they know how to get from the earth many of the necessities of life. Aboard the liners they raise chickens, keep hens and ducks. On the wharf they have planted a garden from which the crews of the Jiners pluck fresh vegetables for the officers’ table. Here and there in the garden the men of the crews have built latticework summer houses and screened them in to keep out the flies and the mosquitoes. There are tables and chairs about, and a number of empty beer kegs piled up in one corner. Herr Skipper must have his beer, you know.

Flattery Wins Minnie, Washington Zoo Elephant

WASHINGTON. —From Venus to the Black woman, pining behind the mud walls of Rham Krishna’s hut, vanity, sent by the gods, pervades the feminine ego. That which comes with the love mbon hung over the zoo. Out

tn the elephant yard a keeper took a stiff-backed brush and scrubbed the slate-colored sides of Minnie, oldest of the herd, until they almost shone. Two children, a boy perhaps eight, and a beribboned girl who could not have been more than seven, passed, then stopped, and with big eyes, watched the keeper. “Oh,” said the little girl, and pointed a chubby finger. “Oh, Tommy, look at the pretty elephant.” , Minnie raised her trunk and

trumpeted in pure elephantine satisfaction. If she had been a cat she would have purred. Then the boy spoke. “Mister,” he said, hesitated, then forced himself to go on. “Mister —could you—give us a ride —just a little one?” • The keeper laughed. Minnie’s temper, uncertain at best, had of late grown a thing to be reckoned with care. The thing was impossible, of course. Still, the children were mighty pleading —and the keeper had youngsters of his own. He was trying to frame a refusal that would be gentle. Then he happened to glance at Minnie. Minnie’s little eyes were almost kindly. She was trying her best to look demure. “Dogged if I don’t believe she understands and wants to ride ’em,” the keeper mused. Then: “Guess I’ll take a chance. Come on, youngsters.” So the boy and ■girl were hoisted to Minnie’s back, and once, twice, three times, she carried them about the elephant yard, her little button eyes almost motherly, her every mincing step indicative of the pride that passes all understanding. Her bad temper was gone —utterly. You couldn’t have found a more gentle elephant in a day’s travel. For the children had said that Minnie was pretty. And Minnie was vain.

Wang and His Pirate Crew Invade Central Park

<|EW YORK—Wang, a tailless Formosa cat pirate, and his hungry crew IN which have been making the nights hideous in West Eightieth street, have moved down nearer to the White Light section. Reports from residents along

saw the heads of many other guests at their windows and all along Central Park West the heads of residents at their windows. Timothy Ebbitt, night house detective at the hotel, formed a posse, consisting ot bellboys, night clerks, kitchen men, and a few scrubwomen with mops. Near the Seventy-secopd street entrance to ...Central park they saw two balls of fire. They approached and sure enough the fiery balls were the eyes ot Wang — minus his tail and in a devil-may-care mood. He was surrounded by about 30 other cats, who seemed to regard him as their leader. As soon as Wang saw the invaders he arched his back and •bowed fight. Ebbitt picked up a stone and hurled It at Wang’s head, but it julSMd and Wang and his followers started, pell mell, down Central Park West

crews numbered tnore than 2,000, but these have dwindled to less than 500. The men have drifted away. Some of them have been admitted as emigrants. Since the liners have been berthed in East Boston the officers and crew prepared for a long stay and have worked hard to make their sojourn In Boston as pleasant as possible under the circumstances. There in their miniature village they have surrounded themselves with many comforts and many things to remind them of their

Central Park West indicate that they have been giving some nocturnal vocal exercises in Central park. 11. Strowbridge, a guest at the Hotel Majestic, was awakened at four o’clock by what lie supposed to be the cry of a lost soul. It was the pirate leader, evidently striking the key, for, by the time Mr. Strowbridge was thoroughly aroused, the entire band of pirates was singing in Catonese, “Yo, Ho and a Bottle of Rum I” He looked out the window and

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Popular Late Summer Suit The most popular of late summer suits appears and it has been developed in several, thin and supple materials. Crepe, bordered with serge and having serge collar and cuffs, chiffon cloth or crepe adorned with soutache braid, jersey, and thin supple silks, all contribute to the different interpnetations of this refined design. It is shown in the picture made of crepe de chine in a soft sulphur shade and trimmed very little with soutache braid in the same color. The plain skirt is plaited in at the belt and the sleeveless coat hangs straight from the shoulders. Both fronf and back are gathered In to the short epaulettes, that are also decorated with a braided pattern in soutache. An under-bodjjce of crepe georgette has long plain sleeves finished with a band cuff of material like the stilt. These are

Adorning the Heads of Girls Besides the bouffant and buoyant bows which we have alvyays there are several pretty - ornaments made of ribbon, for adorning the heads of girls. Among them there are bands, finished with rosettes, for the tiniest of little misses, aqd others much like them, for older girls. All are made in about the same way but with jribbons varying in width. For the baby girl very parrow ribbons answer for elas-tic-covered bands which extend across the top of the head and end In rosettes o* baby ribbon at each side. Uncovered elastic holds this ornament to place, and it is covered by the hair. A novelty for little girls is made of ribbon, about five incites wide. It Is bound about the head and

FANCIES AND FADS OF FASHION

By Julia Bottomley

iias almost the effect of a small cap. It is finished with a rosette bow at the left side. This is a quaint and neat arrangement, especially for the little one with short hair. In the illustration above a band with •rosettes at each side Is worn by the little girl of eleven or so, with her party dress. It Is of pink satin ribbon a little more than an inch wide, shirred over a flat elastic band, and It extends all around the head. The small flat rosettes at each side may be centered with beads or little cabochons, since this is an adornment for high occasions. Plain ribbons In light colors have the preference for ornaments of thlg kind. But for everyday and school wear darker colors and plaids may be depended upon as a safe choice for fan.

braided and the bodice matches the suit in color. As in many late summer suits the belt is loosely adjusted. The coat fastens with small, covered buttons down the front. For early fall wear the same model is shown made of chiffon cloth banded with serge at the bottom of the coat and skirt, or with velvet or one of the supple plushes. The belt shows a closer adjustment to the figure, and the coat has sleeves of the chiffon cloth. Collar and cuffs are of the heavier material and also the bondings and a straight and short scarf of this fabric,* lined with a soft satin in contrasting color, makes a wonderfully effective accessory. Black-and-white shoes and a black-and-white hat are worn with the gown pictured. They are a good choice with many of the new colors for fall, which include the dahlia shades, purple, taupe and all the Castor shades as well as those with which we are more familiar.

Gathered Smiles

FOREHANDED.

“I understand that Edison says that concrete shoes will be all the rage soon.” “Gee! I guess I’ll speak to your father right away.”

Her Limit.

She could Rolf from morn tHi night, - Then dance the whole night long; But she couldn’t help do housework, ’Cause she wasn’t very strong.

Some Force Required.

“I’m sorry to see you back here again,” said the judge. “Your honor,” answered the battered prisoner, “I did my best, but luck was agin me.” “You mean you struggled against temptation?” “Er —-no, your honor, but it took six cops to bring me here.”

Unsatisfactory.

The old farmer was looking over a comic paper the storekeeper at the crossroads emporium had given him. “I don’t think much uv this paper no how, by grass 1” he remarked. “What’s th’ matter with it?” queried his good wife. “They ain’t nothin’ in it much but pickters,” replied the old granger, “an’ most uv them ain’t so.”

Not Yet Disillusionized.

“What are you reading there?” “A poet’s farewell to his flivver. It was stolen a week after he bought it.” “The verses seem to affect you. 1 see tears in your eyes.” “ ’Tis a deeply moving lament. No one who had owned a car for any length of time could grieve over its loss with such poignant woe.”

Should say Not.

“A millionaire bou flit the house he was born in and had it razed to the ground.” “That’s singular. Why didn’t he preserve it?” “Oh, the house happened to be a log cabin. That sort of thing will do very well for a man with political aspirations, but not for a plutocrat whose wife is socially ambitious.”

Fish Stories.

Mrs. Flatbush —Your husband said that since the purchase of Alaska by the United States its waters have yielded fishery products valued at more than $250,000,000. Mrs. Bensonhurst—Well, when it comes to talking about fish I wouldn’t believe my husband under oath.

Driven to It.

“You ask me for Iwelp, and I dare say you haven’t done a lick of work since the day you were born,” snarled old Mr. Codgers. ‘‘Oh. sir.” answered the mendicant, “you do me a great injustice. I had a cruel parent, sir, and many-a time, after he had walloped me, I went forth and milked the. cows.”

ON THE CONTRARY.

“So de farmer wasn't at all pertickler about his langwidge w’en youse askt fer young fried chicken, eh?” “On the contrary, he was werry pertickler. Nothin’ but de most cpprobious langwidge he used.”

One of the Symptoms.

“Miss- Twobble is a soulful creature.” “I’ve noticed that.” “Have you really?” “Yes. Every time she puts a piece of chocolate In her mouth she sighs and falls into a deep reverie."

In for a Drubbing.

“Father likes you, Henry,” “He ought to, Geraldine. But after we are married he’s going to. find, out that I'm not such a poor pinochle player as I have led him to believe I am."

NOT STRICTLY MODERN.

“Dubwaite has succeeded in discouraging Mrs. Dubwaite’s political aspirations.” “I wonder how he did it?” “The neighbors say that every time Mrs. Dubwaite came home from a rally Dubwaite contrived to let her catch him making a pretense of doing crochet work.” “But that wouldn’t have any effect on a real suffragette.” “Perhaps not. It seems that Mrs. Dubwaite still clings to old-fashioned Ideas about the way men and women should occupy their spare time.”

Optical Illusion.

“It is said that if a person threatened with seasickness will only keep his eyes fixed on some immovable object he can fight off the attack.” “Nonsense,” replied the recent victim. “I had heard of that theory and while taking a short sail in the gulf I kept my eyes fixed on a lighthouse, but the longer 1 looked the more convinced I became that it was trying to dance the turkey trot.”

Not Needed.

“I’m looking for a job,” said the college graduate. “What can you do?” asked the corpulent man at the desk. “I was the best all-around athelete in my class.” “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can use you here. You see, we conduct an orderly business and don’t require the services of a bouncer.”

An Overcrowded Phrase.

wrong with that story?” asked the youthful reporter. > “Oh, it will do, I guess,” answered the city editor, “but there is one thing 1 wish you would remember.” “What is that?” “The' intelligent newspaper reader takes it for granted that suicide is a ‘rash act.’ ”

WHAT SHE DID.

“What did that woman do when her pet dog jumped on you and bit you?” “She gave me a very reproachful look,*an’ then she ordered the dog’s valet to give it a bath.”

Waiter's Philosophy.

With a bow and a cheerful smile, The juggler of cups and plates Thus spake as he pocketed a tip: “All things come to him who waits.”

Choice of Two Evils.

“Can I be of any assistance?" said the stranger to the’ irascible manJEho was struggling with a punctured lire. “Yes,” replied tlie motorist, as ho wiped the perspiration from his face. “Just stand where you are and whistle ‘La Paloma’.” “But will that help you?” “Yes. If you whistle you won’t be able to offer me foolish advice; 1 ’

Saying Nothing.

“What was your congressman before you elected him?” asked the eastern man. “He was a lumberman,” replied the westerner. “Gave up that sort of thing after you elected him to congress, I suppose?” "Well, I don’t know. He seems to be sawing wood a ‘good deal of the time.”

Seasoned Timber.

“Jokes,” sAld the self-confessed humorist, “are a good deal like nuts.” “What’s the answer?" queried the party at whom the remark had been aimed. '“The drier they are-the better they crack,” explained the chestnut husker.

Impertinent Query.

“The wages of sin is death,” quoted the morallzer. “Suppose,” rejoined the demoralizer, “that sinners should strike for higher wages and were granted 25 per cent increase, what would their wages be then?”

Riasible Theory.

“Dubwaite lias a horn on his automobile that sounds like the wailing of a iost soul." “Well, Dubwaite is a temperamental motorist. Maybe he uses the horn to express his feelings whenever he thinks about the mortgage on his home and the high cost of gasoline.”

Matter of Sex.

She —It is said that "most then whistle for want of ’thought. He —Yes, and I believe most woven talk for the same reaaon.