Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 February 1917 — Page 2

Happenings in the Metropolis

United States Vaults in New York Full of Sold . ♦ I • < ■ —‘-T-’ --V~| f. .. NEW YORK.—There is about seven hundred, millions of gold bullion and coin that the assay office in New York city has been unable to safeguard because of Its lack of facilities, and which it lias put Into the custody of the

subtreasury, its next-door neighbor. In the subtreasury the boxes containing this fortune are piled so high and take so much room that only a canyon between is left as an aisle for those who must walk through the vault. The congestion is unprecedented. Besides, there is no responsibility in the subtreasurer for the safety of the gold. The director of the mint and his subordinates In charge of the assay office are bonded to insure the safety of precious metals in their

custody. And, furthermore, apparently, the subtreasurer here is not delighted with the custody of all this wealth, even though he is not directly responsible. So arrangements are to be made to restore the gold to the custody of the mint. Assistant Secretary Vogel of the New York subtreasury hue arranged with Supt. Adam Joyce of the Philadelphia mint to take at least $600,000,000 of gold into his charge. - There is already stored in the mint at Philadelphia over $470,000,000 In gold bricks. The increment from New’ York •will mean that an additional billion dollars in gold will be together in one place. An idea of just how much gold is involved may be gained from the fact ♦hat a gold brick two inches thick, three and one-half Inches wide and nine Inches long is worth SB,OOO. In $1,000,000,000 there would be about 125,000 of these gold bricks. If placed end to end, they would stretch 18 miles. If they were bricks of clay, they would fill 55 wagons. But no wagon would be strong enough to carry the weight of a wagonload of gold. ,

Staten Island Now Threatens to Join New Jersey THREATS of secession not only from New York city, but from the state are growing in force and vigor on Staten Island, the death of a child from diphtheria after having waited for an ambulance from Manhattan serving as the last straw. Demands are made for

residents, except in being connected with the Catskill water system, and even in that case they have not been served, as the water has not yet been turned on. The latest grievance—the abolition of the ambulance service for contagious disease—following upon the city’s attempt to place a garbage plant on Staten Island and the island’s joining with New Jersey cities in the preferential.rate .fight, has fomented a spirit of rebellion not unmixed desire for retaliation upon the authorities who are responsible. In addition to the abolition of the ambulance service, residents of Staten Island have heard that the sterilization and fumigation plant erected by the city is to be abandoned, as the cost of upkeep has been reported excessive. The matter of taking persons with contagious diseases on public ferryboats is expected to be made a subject for inquiry by Albert C. Fach, district attorney of Richmond borough. *

New Yorkers Must Go Far to Locate a Mail Box LOCATING a mail box in the streets of New York is like finding a needle In a haystack. On Broadway there are only two mail boxes between Twenty-eighth and Forty-seventh streets. The same condition prevails on

other prominent thoroughfares. There are but 3,047 street letter boxes in the entire city, when at least 10,000 are needed. Postmaster Edward M. Morgan says it is not the fault of the post office department. “If we could have our way,” he said, “there would be letter boxes at every prominent corner in the city and every place where they are needed,.. We-were ready tosupply mall boxes when the Municipal Art

society stepped in and succeeded 111 '• - getting the board of aidermen to pass an ordinance forbidding the post office authorities to place any more boxes along the curbs unless their design was approved by this organization for beautifying the city. For five years designs were suggested and rejected, until finally, about a year ago, the Art society approved a design submitted. Just as soon as the new mail boxes come to us from Washington they will be Installed." No one, however, seems to know when the new types of boxes will begin to arrive, so for an indefinite period residents and visitors will have to do without.

Zoo Chef Who Has Three Thousand Mouths to Feed 44V ES,” said Rudolph Bell reflectively, nodding his head at the blocks, the * ovens, and the tables, “a man has to be amphibious to hold down this here job. He has to be both this and that, the one thing and the other. He

has to be both ends and the middle. And why? you’ll say. Well, here’s why. To begin with, Tm a butcher. But Pm more than a butcher. I’m a baker. There’s quite a difference between those two, says you. And there is so. But that isn’t all—l'm a cook. A regular chameleon, I am, you’ll say, and right you are. And what’s more, I’m as good at one color as at ‘another.” Now the cook house of the New -

Tork Zoological pat*, in the Bronx, where Rudolph Bell, cook, butcher and baker to Its 3,000 denizens dally, from 6a. m. to 4. p. m., goes through his protean stunts, is not apparent to the passer-by. It is situated In a sunny, dusty court behind the service building, and its approach is guarded by a gigantic sign bearing the legend: “No Visitors Allowed.” 2,F4F 7 The aforementioned Rudolph Bell Is a. thlclset, black-eyed, bustling little man, with the gray just beginning to show in his black hair. When he had sampled a rice pudding he came trotting back with a spoonful of it in his hand. “Now, you just taste this,” said he. “It’s good enough for anyone to eat. Good enough for you, or gqod enough for a sick monkey. That’s no joke. Anything that a sick monkey will eat is good enough for a king. Maybe too good. I , ' .J “But let me give you an idea of what Ido here.! Here’s a list of what I hand nut every day. Apples, bananas, bread, blackberries, beef. berries, milk, carrots, celery, chickens, cabkftge, cocoa, dog biscuits, dates, eggs, fish, forage biscuit, guinea pigs, hickory nuts, lettuce, lard, molasses, orange, oil, pork peaarat®,-plum®, puffed-rtee, rabbits, rasp* berries, sweet corn, salmon, salt, strawberries, tomatoes, zwieback. I don’t mean to say that all these go out every day, but the most of them do. And what do we feed with all this stuff? The directors of the zoo, says you. Not «o. Then the employees, maybe? Nor them. Then what? you’ll ask. And what’Ulsay? Why, the animals!”

an investigation as to why the contagious disease ambulance service in the borough of Richmond was discontinued a year ago by the department of health. The residents are organizing a demand that the borough either shall receive complete political autonomy or else be allowed to become part of New Jersey. - _ > They have never benefited from beJng a part of New York city, say the

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IXD.

Style Tendencies in Spring Coats

Manufacturers and costumers are about to disclose to us their new models In spring coats. They have been getting ready for the advance spring fashion shows, where their garments will be exhibited, to vie with many others, in bidding for the favor of buyers. Buyers back their judgment with orders, and their appreciation is expressed in terms of money, so we shall know very soon to what style tendencies they pin their faith. Except for tourist and sports coats very few new models have been shown, so far. Judging from these, pockets, collars and girdles are going to be featured in new developments. Coats will probably be less wide and will hang straight. Rumor has it that collars and pockets are to be larger than ever and that we may have a choice as to length in our outer .garments for the new season. The privilege of looking behind the

No one tendency in hairdressing has seized the popular imagination for some time. This being the case, women have gone on doing their hair in any one of the several accepted styles, and each has followed the particular mode that pleases her best. The Bobby coiffure, of which one development is shown in the picture, has as many adherents as any. It has distinction and neatness to recommend it. but it is not always becoming. Neatness is the imperative requirement in all the styles. Waved hair, too, is a necessity in the coiffure of today, whether it be simple or elaborate. No loose ends or straying locks are tolerated. Ends are disposed of — if they are in evidence anywhere—in smooth and carefully placed curls. For evening wear, nearly all the approved coiffures are dressed high on the head.' Rather large jeweled combs are their favorite decoration. But if one is the possessor of an old-fash-ioned comb of sliver or gold filagree, or of coral or cameo, It may replace more modern conceptions, with much satisfaction to its wearer. F . A very bewitching and original coiffure has appeared recently. It is a i youthful "affair; tii common with the “Bobby.” The hair is waved for it, parted aj one side and brought down quite low over the forehead. It pur•ues its soft and waving way over the ears, to the nape of the neck, where-ft-

Old and New in Coiffures

scenes—that is, into the workrooms of those who are creating the new styles, might bring to view a coat like that shown in the picture. It is made of a smooth, soft cloth and has a girdle that goes all round the waist (which is something new in girdles) and hangs in long ends at the front. The coat hangs straight and is moderately full. The front is arranged in a long panel by means of one .deep plait at each side. The collar has an inlay of silk in a contrasting color, and this contrast is worked into the girdle. The pocket is very large and emphasized by stitching in narrow stripes. No one could overlook the cuffs, and this type of cuff is very promising, having appeared on several new models. Let us hope that coats for spring will be as becoming as those of the present season, which are enticing enough to almost make one regret the passing of winter.

is turned under and pinned close to the head. The half on the jjrown is 'arranged in a cluster of curls. These curls, instead of hanging down after the usual manner of curls, turn upward and are pinned to place on the crown. But .their soft ends are fi'ee to nod a. coquettish “good evening” above the top of the wearer’s -head.

Saving Material.

When, in cutting out a blouse or other garment from silk, there has been enough material allowed to give a certain amount of leeway in placing the pieces of the pattern on the silk, arranging to keep those pieces as much as possible toward one definite side of the breadth will often result, in giving one a very available Jong, straight strip of silk, enough for a Windsor tie or a bag, when lack of forethought would leave, of the same amount of goods, nothing but small cut pieces, of comparatively little use to the heed lewoman. ,

Neck Finish.

A pretty, finish for the neck of I frock is to cut it round and trim with a band of fur.

GOOD JOKES

AN APT PUPIL. “The great trouble with you," said Mrs. Jaggsby to her husband, the morning' after the night before, “is your inability to say ‘No!’ Learn to say it at the proper time and you will have fewer headaches." “I can see where you have the right brand of dope, my dear,” replied he of the throbbing teihples. “By the way," continued Mrs. J. “I want to do a little shopping today. Can you let me have $10?" “No,” answered the wily Jaggsby, without a moment’s hesitation. What Worried Him. “Papa, dear,” said the anxious daughter,, “you must not worry because Harold is going to marry me and take me far away from you and mamma.” “Oh, a little thing like that isn’t going to worry me,’’Replied the fond parent, “but if he ever does anything that will cause you to come back to us again, Til certainly do him bodily injury." Naturally Grave. •T have here,” said the party with the unbarbered hair who had ejected his person Into the editorial sanctum when the office boy wasn’t looking, “a little poem entitled ‘A Pauper’s Grave.’ ” “Huh!” growled the editor. “Nothing remarkable about that. Who has a better right to be grave than a pauper? You certainty wouldn’t expect his mirth to slop over, would you?”

USE OF CLOTHES.

Mr. Hickson—lPs'getting very chilly. Why don’t you put on your coat? Mrs. Hickson —Then none would see my new hand-embroidered waist. A Philanthropist. A certain type of citizen I teserves the highest praise; He’ll often lend you "five” or "ten” And no objections raise. Something Wrong. “There was a steep embankment on my right and a high wall on my left, ’ explained the bandaged motorist. “Around a curve swept a big touring car full of intoxicated joy riders. I was between Scylla and Charybdis." “Hold on,” interrupted the interested listener. “You told me just nojy you were on the road between Perkinsville and Jackson’s Gap when this accident happened.’’Then She Relented. . “Henry, can you look me in the eye and tell rne a falsehood?” “I’m afraid I can, dtsnr.” “Oh, you brutel” “Could I ever have persuaded a woman like you to marry me if I hadn’t exaggerated my good qualities?”

That Egg Argument. “You see,” shid Columbus, “I haveproved by this egg that the world is round.” “But -It works both ways,” replied the king, doubtfully. “A boiled egg shows that the world is round. But if it were made into an omelet it would demonstrate with no less clearness that the world is flat.”—Washington Evening Post. Motorist’s Resentment. “Have you studied economy in the home?” "Yes,” replied Mr. Chuggins. “I’m tired of paying out all this money to Seep up a cooking range, instead of Spending it for gasoline.” Cause of the Delay. “I hope,” said the pastor, solemnly, “that you are prepared to die.” “No,” said the sick man, “I won’t be ready until noon tomorrow. . Then I’ll have the deed to my lot In the cemetery.” Proud Father. “He seems proud of his children.'’ “He is. He doesn’t care whose time he wastes talking about them.”—Detroit Free Press.

Had a Bum Dinner. Mrs. Wise—We were at the Browns’ to dinner last week—now, if we don’t make a dinner call they won’t ask us again. Mr. Wise — Good. Then we won’t make the call. - Nothing to Work Oft. "The iSea of Cholly Dobson going to see a brain specialist!” "Well, why not?” “Oh, for the same reason that ft’s a waste of time for a man with two cork legs to consult a chiropodist,”

HE FEELS IT.

Quiz—Does a draft give you cold chills down your back? Whiz—lt does when my bank account Is overdrawn. His Only Charm. The dude's a walking fashion plate. With but a single charm; Upon his watch chain it shows up. Where It can do no harm. Too High for Advancement A schoolgirl in Columbus was listening to a discussion In the family circle. Members of the family remarked about the wonderful advancement made In Indiana in the last 100 yeara. ---——■ “But there will not be that much advancement made during the next one hundred years,” the child declared. “Why not?” she was asked. “Well,” she replied, “everything has to be so high that people can’t afford to make much advancement any more.” —Indianapolis News. Does Very Well. . “So you are going out West for the first time?” “Yes. All the knowledge I have of that part of the country was acquired at moving picture shows.” “Then you have a pleasant surprise In store. The West Is not inhabited chiefly by impossible cowboys, spectacular sheriffs and beauteous maidens who never get a minute’s rest from the unwelcome attentions of halfbreed desperadoes.” Unreasonable Request. . “Another scheme for ameliorating prison life has gone to smash.” “How so?” "7 “A humane person suggested that every inmate of a certain prison be allowed to keep a pet in his cell.” “Well?” “A burglar named Micky Flyna wanted a goat.”

An Insinuation. “When I began business for myself,” said the pompous man, “I had nothing. Now I am worth a million.” “Yes,” rejoined the party addressed, “and those who did business with you when you began once had the million.” Learned Better. “Did your husband jjse. to. write you poetry before you were married?” “No; but he used to write me what we both thought was poetry.”—Houston Post. Who Knows? ' “D o you suppose the time will ever come wlicii they will be through digging up the streets of New York?” “Can't say. Some people believe In the millennium, and some don’t.”

AN INTERFERENCE.

"How many ducks did you shoot, Pat?” “The dlvll a wan! The lake wor full av thlm. But Iv’ry time I’d point me gun at wan, d’ye mOind, another wan w’d get betwixt me an’ him an’ spoil me a’m!” '/ ---. . ——-w Too Little Cecil—Mamma, tell me a story about fairies and witches ami imps. ' , . Mother—-Very well. Once upon a time there was a little imp named Cecil, and — Little Cecil—Mamma, perhaps you had better cut out the imps and stick to witches and fairies. His Answer. : Willie—Say, pop; what’s radium? His Father (absently)—The ’ stuff they make radiators out of.