Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 289, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 December 1916 — Page 3

EASY FOR AMATEUR

Shop windows and counters are veritable catch pennies—or rather catchdollars —these days, for the novelties they offer are truly fascinating to the w oman who pretends at all to keep upjwith the styles. Bags and collars, shoes, stockings, umbrellas, fur hat and mass sets, handkerchiefs, gloves —all the hundred and one accessories which the well-dressed woman affects, have soared from the class of necessities Into that of luxuries, and hence are Impossibilities to the woman whose pocketbook Is not plump. Now, the clever woman need not worry if she has time at her disposal, for she may fashioa many -of the small novelties herself. Take, for Instance, the new bags. When leather bags were in vogue one

simply had to buy them; but now the confections of silk and beads’ can be made by amateur fingers. In the group of bags sketched you have five varieties. On the extreme right is a stole bag, bead-embroidered. This may be made from a remnant of the frock or suit material and embroidered In many colored beads with metal threads. The bag with the feather bottom comes in evening colors and is topped with soft satin. This bag is unique in that It can be used as a fan. The striped bag may be crocheted from silk, either in colorings of the bright Roman stripes or in a combination of two colors, or black and white. It is finished with a silk tassel, and a ribbon run through the crocheted eyelets at the top fastens on a ring of jade or Jet or tortoise shell. Checkings of solid beadwork mark the unusual little bag of black velvet This solid beadwork can be done first on a light canvas and sewn on the bag or done directly on the velvet. It takes time and is tedious, but Is well worth the trial. * Petals of taffeta edged with tiny beads overlap to form a very handsome bag, which may be developed in light shades for evening use or in black or dark blue for daytime carrying. ♦ A band of mole fur outlines two disks of suede embroidered with beads to form a sporranlike bag for tailored use.

NOVEL LITTLE KEY HOLDER

Easily Fashioned From Round HandEmbroidery Frame and a Little Brightly Colored Brocade. This is easily and quickly made from a round hand-embroidery frame. A piece of brightly colored brocade is cut a little larger than the frame and is stretched on by the usual method. The edges may be cut off neatly and

A Key Holder.

a few_ brass or gilt hooks sewn on, one at the top for hanging the holder up, the others for the keys. The wooden frame may be left Its natural color or may be enameled white or 'gilded, according to' taste.

VOGUE NOW FOR FEATHERS

Hat Ornaments of All Shades and Designs Are Shown in Really Amazing Display. One has only to glance at the counters and counters of feather hat ornaments to be assured that these trimmings are to have an Unprecedented vogue. Never were feathers contrived Into such novel and intriguing effects; these conventional feather wings are present but nobody notices them in the amazing display of buttons, buckles, bands, cockades, rosettes and what-not all made of tiny, brighthued plumage and ready to sew on velvet hats. One round, feather button in shades of orange, scarlet and gold will add incalculable style to a simple velvet sailor, and though one must pay a

tidy price for a really chic feather ornament, hat and trimming will not amount to such a large sum that the average woman cannot afford to be very chic and modern. For a wee bit of feather and garnishment' goes a long way and a button, buckle or cabochon of plumage will sufficiently trim a very wide-brimmed hat. All-feather turbans are among the exclusives In millinery. They come in black and white combinations, In speckled pheasant feathers and in grebe feathers with iridescent hues. The taupe-colored and burgundy-col-ored feather turbans are especially smart. While there is little trimming used on the smart hats of the period, the decorative touch is always Imparted in a distinctive manner. Vivid parti-col-ored feathered cockades are favored, and also large plaques made from composition of various kinds and set in rims of old gold filigree. Then there is a wide choice of head fancies.

FLASHY LININGS FOR COATS

Designers Have Gone to the Extreme, Both In Color and Design, in Season's Modes. One of the sensations of the coat season is the lavish use of the most astonishing linings, such patterns being selected as display the most bizarre cubist ideas—birds and florette effects, squares and patches and all manner of queer things that are not unlike poster designs. Since the outer garment is so conservative in effect, it is only reasonable that the designer should go happily crazy over the interior decorations. Pussy willow and all the new figured silks are most in favor. A few solid colors are used, but more often the selection is some dizzifying stripe or even check —very noisy, but always with a color note that Is harmonious tfith the outer fabric, which may be of wool velours, broadcloth, velour de nord or plush. Following the present interest in gold tones, the best patterns embrace old gold and green, old gold and empire blue or old gold and black—the color of the garment, of course, determining the selection of the lining.

ERMINE COAT

Fashion has decreed that the pointed collar should again be one of the style features in women’s coats. This ermine fur coat with deeppointed collar shows one of the season’s latest models. The collar Is trimmed with ermine tails. The coat is loose-fitting, with one of the empire effect belts, which will be worn extensively this winter.

Woven Flower Forms.

Little woven flowers are simple to make and are an effective way to develop small flower forms. They should not measure more than one-half inch when finished, antTlfjnade in different colors and groupted together will be wonderfully attractive. Mark little half-inch' circles as a guide and then carry the thread back and forth, dividing the circle, until ten radii are formed. An extra radius is added to make the numbep uneven. The needle is then brought up in the center where the threads cross and woven over and unSer each thread for a quarter of an inch. Yellow lines, with the weaving in brown, lavender, with yel- u low center, and pink and light green, are some of the attractive combinations that will make an attractive grouping of these flowers. It is an excellent way to develop wreath and festoon designs.

Slippers for the Little Ones.

There is a paper pattern for a most attractive pair of child’s slippers. They look like cats’ heads, and are made of some soft, woolly material. They are in the shape of heelless mules, and the part that slips over the toes has the face on it, with little upstanding ears to make it more realistic. .

Head Flower Hair Ornaments.

Instead of a Spanish comb, three dahlias of shaded red and pink crystal beads were worn below her left ear by a beautiful Parisian at a charity ball in Biarritz recently.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

BELGIUM’S MEDAL OF GRATITUDE

The Belgian government, to show its appreciation of the acts of kindness that have been bestowed on the war-ridden country, has created a new war decoration to be known as the Queen Elizabeth medal. The government states, in announcing the Issuing of a new medal, that It will be conferred without any distinction of Nationality.

TELLS OF WORK IN NEW “TANK”

Young Australian Who Served in Machine Despribes Expe- • rience in Diary. BOLT LIKE SCARED RABBITS * “No Trailing Clouds of Glory” When Enemy Is Dispersed Machine Gun Fire Has No Effect on Hlfle of Monster. London.—The daily work of a tank on the western front has been graphically described by a young Australian soldier who was wounded while serving in one of these new engines of war. The description, in diary form, appeared in the Manchester Guardian. Monday—Out for first time. Strange sensation. Worse than being UA a submarine. At first unable to see anything, but imagined a lot. Bullets began to rain like hallstones on a galvanized roof at first, then like a series of hammer blows. We passed through it all unscathed. Suddenly we gave a terrible lurch. I 'thought we were booked through. Lookout said we were astride an enemy trench. “Give them h—l” was the order. We gave them it. Our guns raked and swept trenches right and left

Got a peep at frightened Germans. It was grimly humorous. They tried to bolt like scared rabbits, but were shot down In bunches before getting to their burrows. Machine guns brought forward. Started vicious rattle on oar “hide.” Not the least impression was made. Shells began to burst. We moved on and overtook some more frightened Germans. Cut their ranks to ribbons with our fire. Tuesday—Off for another cruise. Peppering begun at once. Thought old thing was going to be drowned in shower of bullets. Things quiet down quickly. Silly blighters thought they could rush the tank like they would a fort. Dashed up from all sides. We fired at them point blank. Devilish plucky chaps some of them, for ail their madness. The survivors had another try. We spat at them venomously. More of them went down.

Not a Reception Committee. Suddenly a jolt, anti ew~hearts jolted in our mouths in sympathy. Nothing doing in the mishap line. Only Usome unwonted obstacle. Heavier “strumming” on our keyboard outside, and more regular. Machine guns at it now. Straddled on as though we liked it. A tremendous thud. The wiiole outfit seemed done for. Nearly jumped out of my skin. Looked at each other and wondered what it was. Still a roof over our heads, thank God. Wednesday—Early start. Roughest voyage yet. Waves of fire seemed to break over us. Tremendous crash. Then another, and several others at intervals. Silence for a time. Party of Germans came to meet us outside the village. Very stout old gentleman in front. Thought It was the mayor and village bigpots to give us a civic welcome. Mistaken. They meant to give warm reception, but not as we understood the word. Let fly with machine guns. Then tried silly boarding tactics. We laughed. Our guns answered theirs.

Tank reception committee dispersed in a cloud of smoke and flame; no trailing clouds of glory. ” Thursday —Got into the village, and passed down between two irregular rows of wrecked houses. Hundreds of Germans came rushing up from cellars and from behind ruins to see us. Some had eyes staring out of head. Lookedsufprised and even frightened. Friday —Early afloat. Usual showers of bullets and a few shells on the way. Got right across a trench. Made the sparks fly. Went along parapet routing out Germans everywhere. Enemy terrified. Tried to run, but couldn’t ke€p it up under our fire. Threw up the sponge and surrendered in batches. Saturday—On the move before

breakfast. Terrible crash on first go off. Thought we had collided with a wandering world. Weathered the storm. Got busy on enemy trenches. Rare good sport. Enemy tried a surprise for infantry—Yorkshiremen —advancing to attack. We tried a surprise, too, and ours came off first. Germans wereh’t pleased. XWe waddled into their ambush for the attacking troops. Never saw men so frightened. Fled panic-stricken in all directions. f Went snorting after the enemy wherever we could find them. Their losses were terrible. Sunday—Blighters opened rifle fire on us at two hundred yards. It went like water off a duck’s back. Fritz couldn’t make it out. Kept up the fire, but got a bit nervy as the blessed old thing kept w’addllng up to him. Ladled out death as you might vamp out indifferent music from a hurdygurdy. Fritz got fits. No fight left In him.« Prisoners scared to death. Some of them acted as though they believed that we used our tanks for making sausages out of prisoners. We had a lot of trouble explaining that once they surrendered they were safe. Finished an exciting week. Got plenty of fun, but one wants a good rest after a spell with a tank.

SALVATION FOR WOMANKIND

Mrs. Ruth Carson of Boston, wearing the new “Penelope” gown, of which she is the designer. This new gown, which is about to take New York by storm, is claimed to be the salvation for womankind, coupled with a dozen pockets. This gown is adaptable to changes according to the function it is desired for. By simple devices it is transformed from its serviceable character to a modest afternoon or evening gown. There are but two seams —those under the arm —and the lower sleeves are detachable. The gown is comfortable, wears everlastingly, and has everlasting style.

Turtle Snaps Off Nose.

Pittsburgh, Pa. —Because he became inquisitive And wanted to see where a put its head when it drew back into its shell, Gustave Gustafson, a Swede, is minus his nose. The turtle popped out its head and snapped off the Swede's nose wheq v he was peering into the head end or the shell. Gustafson purchased thw» turtle, an eight-pounder, from a >sh dealer in Homestead, and was going home when the accident occurred. ,

SCARS OF WAR SEEN ON SOMME

Fields Tom Up, Village Ruins Scattered, and Forests Torn to Shreds. DUST COVERS EVERYTHING Aspect of Newly-Conquered Territory Described by Correspondent on British Front—Gone Are Days of Ammunition Shortage. British General Headquarters. —We have Just passed through the tumbled ruins of Fricourt. The twisted tree trunks of the Mametz wood stand out naked against the skyline, stripped of their branches and foliage. The bark is gashed- showing many gaping wounds. The white heart of the wood, bared to the fierce sun’s glare, is a palpable Image of patient suffering. Along the roads leading south great dust columns rise in spirals heavenward, hiding the slow-moving horse transports. Further on broad eddies of dust ride on the passing heat currents‘scattering across the fields like spent smokd. The landscape is of a leaden gray, burled under this heavy manure of dust. Ashen gray are the tunics, the rifle barrels, even the faces of a column of men who have Just qome in from the first-line trenches. Their eyes stare out of their deepened sockets, rimmed around with dust. Their steel helmets, of darkened green, have taken on the dull-hued patina of a Greek bronze. The water caYts, the field kitchens, the heavy batteries which are being moved forward, the great lorries in long, serpent lines extending mile upon mile, all wear this pall of dust. As far as tlie eye can see are low, rolling hills, bare and treeless save for small patches of .woodland here and there. The fields are thickly grown with thistles, nettles, and lusty weeds which are waist-high.

, Can this be the land of France? Can these fields be the same which, two years ago, stood rich with golden grain? The bad lands of the Dakotas, the wastes of the Sahara, the dustswept desert of Gobi seem fair In comparison with this region of the Somme. My throat is parched, my eyes seem to be bleeding, though I have been walking but half an hour, picking my way through shell craters and upturned soil, jumping across abandoned German trenches, through a terrain littered with unexploded shells of all calibers and kinds. Here lies an innocentlooking little “Mills” bomb not much larger than a duck’s egg. The map who threw it forgot to pull out the cotter pin, so that it did not go off. Here it lies, apparently harmless, yet it has the potential strength to blow half a platoon into “kingdom come.” Next to it lies what looks like a giant’s dumb-bell. The great iron balls at each end are larger than a man’s head. I spurt forward as I trip against the connecting bar of the bomb. Nothing happens. Yet this mighty engine of war can wipe out a company. As I advance the dust grows deeper underfoot, thicker in the air, the sun’s rays more intense, more relentless. Overhead, Strung out like monster snubnosed whales on a line —a mighty catch !—the captive balloons of the. observation officers hang limply. I count 22 such craft within one short sector. Though the German Hies are in plain view, opposite us, I can only find three of their balloons. “Our airmen shoot them down as fast as the ‘Boches’ put them up,” my guide remarks in a matter-of-fact voice, as •we watch four British aircraft sweeping across the enemy lines. We push forward. The brisk explosion of departing shells, with a sharp, bark-like note, rends the air. It is a new experience to listen to the big howitzers fire in battery salvos as though they were mere 18-pounders. The smaller calibers then take up the melody, and the “forte” of the big guns, followed by the “piano” of the smaller ones, an “adagio” motif, and then a “scherzo,” make a continuous music which must be pleasant to British ears.

Here to the right is a great mound of brass, empty shell cartridge cases, 15 feet high and 40 long: It Is only one of many such heaps which I have seen here. When it is recalled that it is only the two smallest calibers of shells, the 18 and the 60-pounder, which leave any trace of having been fired in the hands of their users, and that for every two of these at least one qf the larger caliber shells is sent into "Bocheland,” as they call it out here, something of the work done by the munition makers in England can be grasped. Gone are the days when British batteries were on starvation rations, when only ten rounds were allotted to a gun, and the German howitzers could pound British trenches with impunity. Now, for every shell case empty a new one is waiting to take its place. And yet as a gunner said to me, “For every shell in hand we still need two new ones, and we know we’ll get them.” For the Germans have in no way slackened their fire.' On the contrary, they have brought.up new big guns and are still answering almost shell for shell to the British fire. Yet there is something aggressive in the British cannon roar which proclaims to all whp Avould hear that the day of smashing superiority Is at hand. i I - '-r • f

The Man at the Sheep Gate

By REV. JAMES M. GRAY, D. D.

Dean ol Moody Bibl. ItutitnU, Chicago

TEXT—WiIt thou be made whole T-John 1:6. This question was asked by our Lord of hltn who is known to Bible

physical benefits. In these porches were many sick folk, but there was one whose case was most hopeless of all. For eight and thirty years had he been a sufferer, and oh! how long had he waited to get Into the pool, but In vain. He was too weak to walk or crawl Into it himself, and never had there been a friend ready at the right moment to help him in. Hopeless was he as well as helpless. Type of the sinner who conscious of his lost condition before God, has tried every human means to save himself without avail. To this man Jesus addressed himself, not merely because his condition was the worst, but because he knew he had come to the end of himself. Jesus can never aid a man until he gets there, simply because the man is not ready to receive his aid, to yield himself up to be saved. (1) The question he put to him is one of health, “Wilt thou be made whole?" In this case physical health was in the foreground, but as the story goes on spiritual health followed. In the case of the sinner today spiritual health is usually In the foreground, but not infrequently physical health follows. Sin Is the cause of many of our diseases, and when that is put away through faith in Christ, we get well all round. However, spiritual health means salvation —full salvation. “Christ Jesus makes thee whole.” He removes the guilt of sin by his work on the cross, and the power of sin by his work within us through his Holy Spirit. (2) But this is also a question of will, “Wilt thou be made whole?” There was no doubt about it in this man’s case, so far as his bodily betterment was concerned, but there often is on the part of men whose souls are in danger. In an evangelistic meeting a few weeks ago I talked with a man who was literally trembling under conviction of sin. He said he kilew he was lost, yet he could not be persuaded to receive Jesus as his Savior. In his instance it was a fear that he would not be able to hold out, for he could not be brought to see that the one who was able to save him was equally able to keep him saved. Others hesitate, however, because of some, secret sin they are hugging to their breasts, or some gratifying habit they will not relinquish, or some iniquitous business whose profits they are loath to lose. Let any such think of it just now, that present and eternal salvation from sin and its consequences is here offered them in Christ if they really want it, if they are willing to be saved! What a responsibility rests upon us human beings in the possession of a free will! (3) In the third place, therefore, this is a quAion of faith. “Wilt thou be made whole?” It is not something you can do for yourself, but which another must do for you,' only you must yield yourself to him to do it. How often men trust themselves absolutely to a physician of the body, permitting him to administer poison to them, or to plunge his knife into their vitals if he says it is needful for their recovery? They trust themselves to other men in business and invest their all upon advice they give them. In a higher moral sense a woman trusts her life to the man she marries as her husband. We are all trusting ourselves every day in the fullest physical sense to mechanical and scientific appliances of men, which, if they should fall, would drop or hurl us into eternity in a moment. Why not trust Jesus Christ? Why not commit ourselves to him? He has said, “If any man willeth to do his will (i. e., the will of God) he shall know of the doctrine. Whether it is of God or whether I speak of myself.” (4) In the last analysis, this is a question for you, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Do not seek to avoid it/ Do not imagine it must be meant for someone else. For the purpose is disclosed there is not another being in the universe just now but thyBeif. What is thy name? Just substitute it for the word “thou.” Should you like your sins forgiven, your soul justified, your heart cleansed, your life changed, your future absolutely, and gloriously secured? O, hearken to Jesus, if that is true, and know what it is as this man did to “rise up and walk.’’ ■ ■ . . - ... ’ . ■ .

readers as the impotent man at the sheep gate. Jesus was in Jerusalem, and was passing by the gate through which the sheep for sacrifice were driven into the city. Near this gate was a pool of water of heal1n g properties, and around the pool porches erected for the ailing who gathered there for Its