Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 224, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 October 1917 — Page 2

STORIES from the BIG CITIES

Affable Strangers Got Savings of Seven Years *1 NDIANAPOLIS.— Seeing the white lights at Riverside park with two newly ■ acquired “friends” cost Christ Jack, thirty-five years old. a Serbian living in the foreign quarter on South West street,’sl,Boo, his savings of seven years.

Jack reported the swindle to the por lice after he had taken a bundle, which he supposed contained $15,000, intrusted to him by his friends, to a bank to have it deposited in a safety vault. When a clerk opened the bundle Jack found that It contained only a wad of newspaper. Jack told the police that he returned from Warren, Pa., where he had been employed In a steel mill for eight months, and was carrying his .money In a suitcase. At Washington

’and West streets he met another foreigner, who “struck up” with him and was most agreeable after he pressed a few questions to learn whether Jack had any money. The pair went to Camp Sullivan park, where they met another man, and the trio decided to visit Riverside park. One of the men had a bundle and confided to Jack that It contained $15,000, and after they reached the park he asked bls Intended victim If he would permit him to place the bundle of money in the suitcase. Jack agreed and they proceeded to enjoy the evening ridings on all the racers and coasters and drinking “pop.” Jack declared in broken English that he never met more companionable men. - 1 As the night wore on they returned to the city and Jack obtained a room after bidding the men good-by and having an understanding that he would meet them again on Friday. In the morning he opened his suitcase and discovered that his purse and SI,BOO were gone, but was consoled when he saw that the paper bundle remained. Believed She Could Have More Fun as a Boy GRAND RAPIDS, MlCH.—“There’s no fun in the world for a girl," declared fourteen-year-old Dorothy Scheidel at the jail here, where she was placed after posing as a boy in her brother’s army uniform and hiking most of the 200 miles from Petoskey, where her

and nobody mugns at them. But a girl has to primp and powder and look pretty or folks laugh. Gee,,, I had to laugh,” she went on, as she recounted an experience at Cadillac, where she worked part of a day. “The officers there talked about the missing girl from Petoskey, and they didn’t dream that I was that girl. I could have gone through with the whole thing if I hadn’t just had to tell-it to somebody in Caledonia. Then somebody snitched, and It was all off. “This place Is full of drunken ladles,” she continued, speaking of the jail. “And one of ’em had a box of matches and smoked cigarettes. I don’t see how guys can smoke or drink. The smell of the stuff makes me sick, And It don’t do ’em no good. It only hurts ’em. “I get along fine with my dad, but I can’t get along with my mother. My mother can’t make me mind, but dad can. He don’t use a whip, but ma does. I’d like to go and lite with him.” Dorothy was sent, back to Petoskey. Housemaid Proved Herself Terror in a “Scrap” rtTTTT.ADRT.PHTA. —A stubborn housemaid who. refused to be “fired” gave • battle to four policemen and a husky’ apartment house janitor before she was loaded into a patrol wagon at the Satterlee apartment and hauled to a

cell In the police station. For a half hour she battled with Policeman Prendergast and Harry Stillman, the janitor, in the basement of the apartment house before Prendergast summoned three “cops” to help him. < She rolled the “cop” .around bn the* floor, tore his hair, scratched his face and landed several man-sized punches with a stiff right arm. Just before the patrol arrived, Prendergast got her under control and started to lead her to thfe wagon. The sight of the

three other "cops” infuriated the woman, and she started all over again. She broke away from Prendergast’s grasp, dodged into the arms of another policeman, fought, scratched, and struggled. It took ten minutes more of strenuous work on the part of the four “cops” before she was finally loaded into the wagon. t( Stubborn to the last, she refused to give any name when she was “slated at the police station and placed in a cell. At the apartment house it was explained that the woman came there three months ago as a servant. Her employers had discharged her. Then the janitor found her, he said, in the basement of the apartment house trying to open a locker. He ordered her to leave, but when she showed fight, he called a policeman.

Youthful Hero the Victim of Base Ingratitude NEW YORK -Two fighting dogs, a boy and a policeman were actors in a back-yard melodrama which ended In tragedy. There were self-sacrifice, ingratitude and heroism In It. Ralph Protta, nine years old, scaled the fence back of his home, 245 East One Hun-

from tfte sight, Women and children screamed and men shouted. Policeman Flannagan responded to the neighborhood hubbub. He entered the yard with h«s pistol In one hand and his club in the other. The two dogs were finishing their work They turned and made for the policeman. But he did not budge from his position by the gate. He fired a shot The bullet penetrated, the brain of the black dor Then, with the club, the policeman beat the red dog until the animal cringed at his feet - Ralph Protta died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Probably •more painful to the boy than the suffering he endured before his death was the knowledge his playmate, whom he sought to help, turned on him and aided in Inflicting his mortal hurts.

mother lives. She had cut off most of her hair ant Twas orFher wayTb Flint to see her father, who was separated from his wife more than a year ago. When she reached here she. got a real haircut and went on toward Flint. At Caledonia she let out her secret and somebody told the office ’s. They brought her back here. “I’d like to be a boy," she told-re-porters. “Boys can wear torn pants

dred and Fiftieth street, and leaped into the adjoining yard. He went to "the rescue of a black dog, with which he had often played. The black dog was engaged in combat with a large red-haired dog. But when Ralph tried to separate the dogs both turned on him. The boy cried in vain for mercy to the dog he had thought was his friend. Those who had been brought to their windows by the commotion turned away

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

If October's brides take advantage of the great liberty in the ehoiceof styles, for their wedding gowns this year, they will be wonderfully garbed. It' appears that they may be quite independent of the current modes and make excursions into the past in order to garb themselves and their attendants In the styles of other days and other lands. AH that is required of the Wedding procession IS that It shall be picturesque and dignified. There is no getting away from that last condition ; no frivolous and light-binded suggestion must appear in the bride’s apparel. ~ L If she chooses the modes of the hour she Is fortunate, also, for she finds them beautifully adapted to the wedding gow’n. There are the straight-line dresses and those that show a little definition of the waistline; all simple and dignified. And the vogue for full plays into the hands of the designer of wedding gowns. Just how well this style can be managed is shown in the gown pictured.

The comfortable and reliable kimona, undisturbed by brilliant rivals ip lounging robes and negligees, appears In greater force than ever, secure of a place in every wardrobe. is sending a lot of them In pretty colorings and with attractive embroideries, and selling at very moderate prices. Some of these are made of thin silks, interlined, but most of them are of cotton crepes. The printed silks are very interesting. Among the American cottons flannelette is the most popular choice for kimonas and house jackets made for real comfort. The newest arrivals among them are finished with ruffles of narrow ribbon, and proclaim their allegiance to the cause of pockets by adopting one or two. Most of them also bear the signs of the times in a narrow belt made of the same material as the kimona. But this is one of the garments that has no good reason for changing and therefore The kimonas of today are much like those of many yesterdays. In the picture a cheery and goodlooking example of the Japanese silk kimona has set-in sleeves and a wide collar edged with jk frill of satin ribbon. Three points of lace 1 kt the front of the collar are set on at each side. The sleeves are three-quarter length with turned-back cuffs edged with ribbon frills, and the pockets are finished In the same way. A narrow sash,

October’s Brides

For Her Hours of Ease

This model has the regulation long sleeve, partly of satin and partly of crepe georgette, but it has not the regulation high neck. A little chemisette of crepe with a V opening at the front, makes pretty amends for the absence of a higher collar. It Is hardly discernible in the picture. The train is long and straight and the veil is longer, falling in two lengths from the puffs across the back of the head. The ends of the veil are bordered with fine val lace and the shorter length is something over half the length of the figure. A very narrow girdle and a double strand of pearl beads dispose of the finish at the waistline, and a long strand of pearls is worn about the neck. Orange flower buds make a band about the forehead, with clusters of buds and blossoms arranged in the veil at the backr Aitogether this is a costume that will never look less beautiful in years to come than it does today—and the bride will always be able to point with pride to her picture.

made of the silk, te Is the rest of the story of this unpretentious garment that contrives to be fascinating because of its sinipljefty and the real beauty of the silk, ft would make a lovely gift for the girl going away to school — or anyone else inclined kimonaward in her hours of ease.

Breakfast Cheer.

A breakfast daintily served is; the surest index of a perfect day. One woman, who determined to give her hubby a cheerful sendoff every morning, bought blue willowware for the breakfast china. Then she used blue and white as her color scheme for the dining room. She made napkins ofwhite linen, rolled ttielr hems and blanket-stitched them in blue. They werb related at once to the china. Then she bopght two blue and white runners and spread these over the breakfast table. A blue bowl, which held a place in the center of the table, always contained white flowers of some sort. This was one woman’s way to make a husbapd happy.

A novel window seat, which contains a storage space for clothing, can be extended to form a single bed.

THIS "HELIO”’ WAS CHARMED

Terrific Bombardment by German* Failed to Put Supposed Signaling Party Out of Commission. One morning—it was along the Alsne early in the war—a sudden burst of win from If bank of cloud found two British officers lying on a grassy ridge enjoying a respite from the usual sodden weather and overcast skies. Together, says Mr. Frederic Coleman in “From Mons to Ypres,” they gazed on the entrancing panorama. As they looked down the wooded hillsides into the lower land that bordered upon the river, one of them suddenly called out: “Look! A helio I” From a hedge behind Moussy came the flash, flash, flash of a heliograph, in regular intervals. “Must be some fool sort of code,” said the junior officer. “I never saw anything like it before.” As they watched it the Germans saw it, too. Bang! went a big, black “Jack Johnson” not far from the spot. Smash 1 came another. Still the flashes twinkled from the surrounding green. The first two shells were the forerunners of dozens that crashed through the hedge and into the turf all about the tiny center of light. And then the clouds shut out the sunshine and the flashes ceased. The next morning a brief ten minutes of sun, caused eyes on the ridge to wander valleyward again. Sure enough, two flashes, intermittent and apparently quite without coherence, came from the spot at the hedgeside. Soon the enemy howitzers played on the vicinity more fiercely than before, and after the sun had gone from sight they kept up their bombardment of the unfortunate spot for half an hour. Dozens of shells fell thereabouts, then scores on scores. That afternoon a cavalry officer had a journey to make, which took him to General Monro’s headquarters, pear Moussy. When his work was done; he continued a few hundred yards and sought the spot that had suffered the awful shelling. It was not hard to find. The hedge was smashed and great, black holes gaped in the green fields round it. No sign could be seen of the hello party; but that was not surprising, since for more than half an hour shells had fallen all about the flickering light, until it seemed that no man could live in its vicinity. The staff officer strolled over to a battery position not far distant and asked for news of the signalers. The gunners had wondered at the heavy shelling, but had seep no human beings near the hedge before or after the bombardment. ' Nonplused, the officer walked back to the devastated area, and, just as he was leaving, discovered the cause of all the trouble. There, caught on a twig of the hedge, swinging lazily in the wind, was a bright-bottomed, empty sardine tin, thrown carelessly aside by some satiated luncher. The sun, catching the bright bit of moving tin, had made of it a tiny reflector. Surely, never had so insignificant an object caused the Germans so great an expenditure of costly ammunition.

Industry of Genius.

Most writers recognized as possessed of genius or of great talent have been voluminous producers. In most cases their talent or genius, as a rule, after being stimulated by success, has literally taken possession of them and forced them to work hard and persistently. Balzac used to have rages of Industry lasting for many hours and leaving him exhausted. Scott’s prodigious industry was due mainly to his determination to pay off a heavy indebtedness. Dickens was marvelously industrious. But Thackeray was lazy and used to suffer greatly from the thought of work undone. His rages of work were not voluntary, like Balzac’s, but inspired by desperateness. But he could take a theme for a novel and stick to it till he had produced a monumental work. If he had loved his work more, however, he might have made the world even richer than he did by his unique gift and he might have .discovered in himself unsuspected veins of genius.—Exchange.

The War Garden.

Representative Mason of Illinois «ald in Chicago the other day: “One way to keep down prices Is for every family to set up its own vegetable garden, but the trouble is that most of us are as ignorant of gardening as the chap who wrote to the seedsman: “‘As I wish to do my bit for the allies by growing my own provisions on a strip of rocky ground back of my house, please send me, f. o. b, one dozen potato seeds, one bee with hive complete, one dozen fruit seeds assorted, ten square yards of grass, one path, six feet of wall flowers with wall, and one dozen -flour plants. I am especially particular about the grass, which should be green, end not the brown kind I see In so many gardens.’ ”

Fruit-Eating as a Water Supply.

Most contain from 75 to 95 per cent water, and a balance of woody fiber or cellulose, fruit sugar and minerals. Thus the free use of fruit aaily Insures a greater supply of water to the body, says the Popular Science Monthly. _ The cellulose of the fruit suppliey bulk and a mechanical stimulation which promotes waste elimination. Acid fruits, such as oranges, lemons, limes and most berries, contain a certain chemical compound called “vita?mines,” In a very stable form. These vltamlnes are believed to purify the blood and to prevent scurvy and various skin diseases.

SAVED HER JEWELS

Former Russian Czarina Sent Gems to Germany. Treasure Estimated to Be Worth SIOO,- - 000,000 Kept Out of Hands of the Revolutionists. The Russian royal jewels, including the gems that incrusted the imperial Romanoff crown, are safe from the democratic hands of the new rulers in Petrograd. With a woman’s intuitive knowledge of trouble ahead, the former czarina had them tucked away in a safe deposit vault in her ancestral city of Darmstadt, Germany, right at the beginning of the war. And there they will, remain until Mr. and Mrs. Romanoff claim them again, says the New York Tribune. The story of the Russian royal jewels is told in the Chronicle .by a writer who -says that the former czarina was largely responsible for the war, in that she assured her German friends and relatives that Russia would not be a formidable antagonist. She proceeded to prove this antebellum prediction by pro-German intrigue which ended with the revolution and the overthrow of the Romanoff dynasty. But the former czarina, who, before per marriage was Princess Alexandra Alice of Hesse, had no illusions about Germany. Accordingly, she packed up the family jewels in the summer of 1914, when she saw th© international war clouds appear, and sent them in charge of trusted messengers to her brother, the grand duke of Hesse, for safe keeping till peace was restored. The royal emissaries traveled by the way of Finland and Sweden. They reached their destination before the mobilization of the Russian army was complete. The tale of the czarina’s German forehandedness in the matter of saving the family gems is said to have been revealed by members of the Russian commission, who visited New York city recently. A New York society woman had her eye peeled for bargalns in royal jewelry and approached members of the commission on the subject of purchasing a string of rare pearls which she had seen the former czarina wear at a fashionable European resort some years ago. She was told that she would have to talk to Mrs. Romanoff or her brother, the grand duke of Hesse. Ivan Narodny, Russian business man and writer of New York, corroborated the article in the Chronicle. Mr. Narodny said it was Impossible to place an exact value on the royal jewels, but estimated that they ought' to bring close to $100,000,000 in the market. He said they were of far greater intrinsic value than the historic jewels deposited in the Kremlin, which are safe. The disappearance of the royal jewels became known about a month after the revolution, when the provisional government’s appraisers were taking an inventory of the Hermitage, one of the structures of the winter palace, where the treasures were supposed to be kept, according to Mr. Narodny. “When the vaults of the Hermitage were opened the jewel 'hoxes were gone,” said Mr. N'arodny. “The imperial crown reposed on its silk cushion in one chamber of the vault, but all of its stones were found to be of paste.”

Woman Captures Eagle.

Mrs. Winthrop Howland of the El l Chivar Goat ranch in Live Oak Canyon came out victor in a battle with a golden eagle and the big bird is now a captive at the ranch, says a Redlands (Cal.) dispatch. Mrs. Howland noticed the bird alight in a peach tree. It appeared to be exhausted, so she grabbed one leg and then the battle started. Mrs. Howland saw that she was in for a fight, and not daring to let loose of the bird, made a dive for its neck,, and was lucky enough to get hold of It. She was thus able to keep the bird from biting her, but it beat at her With its wings. She managed to get it into a pigeon corral and then found that' she was almost exhausted by the fight. The eagle is a large one, and measures about six feet from tip to tip. When Mrs. Howland made an examination she found that she had been* wounded, but not

Must Sleep.

It was nearly noon when the irate traveling man found the night clerk of the little hotel in a North Carolina town. “I told you to call me for the two o’clock train. Now I have to lose twenty-four hours’ time. Why didn’t you call me?” “I couldn’t very well,” explained the clerk cheerfully. “I just got up myself.” —Everybody’s Magazine.

Prospective Rivalry.

“Where’s the tape line?” ? “I don’t remember exactly,” responded mother. “What do you want with itr “I was just reading over the measurements of Venus de Milo,” explained the daughter with some embarrassment. i

Ahead of Him.

Mr. Gotcoin—Now, Willie, when your sister comes down and is comfortably seated on the couch with me I want you to tiptoe in softly and turn the gas down low. Will you? Willie—YouTe too late. Sister told me to come 1$ and turn it out. —Stray Stories. •*