Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 133, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 June 1918 — Page 4

BULLETIN.

West Point, N. Y., June 12.— More than a million American fighting men will be in service in France in the near future, declared Secretary of War Baker, in an address today to 137 graduates of the United States Military academy.

WANTED—To buy a cream separator. John Lonergan. Phone 955-F. LOST—No. plate 14626 and tail light of an automobile. Please leave at this office. Charles Pefley will furnish you trees for fall planting direct from Rochester, N. Y. Every tree guaranteed to grow or replaced free of charge.- Phone 475. Doris Larsh returned today from a weeks visit in Chicago. Kennedy Ross came down from Chicago today to visit his grandmother, Mrs. Ora T. Ross. Mrs. Erret Graham and children went to Indianapolis this afternoon to visit relatives. . » Dr. I. M. Washburn went to Chicago this morning to atteiM the medical convention. Word has been received at the Red Cross headquarters that no more surgical dressings are to be made until the quota is given out Mr. and Mrs. Alvie Simpson have again become residents of this city. Mr. Simpson will help in the harvest fields of this community. Amos W. Butler, of Indianaolis, was in Rensselaer today and addressed the Child Welfare meeting at the library this afternoon. Bankers J. J. Hunt and James N. Leatherman returned from South Bend this forenoon, where they had attended the annuel meeting of the Indiana State Sunday School convention. The tip given the convention by the South Bend mayor that their city was not dry did not seem to induce our bankers to tarry even until the adjournment of the meeting.

LOOKING WITH FAVOR ON ART

Public Hastens to Attach Respectable Ity to Favorites, Despite Their Various Shortcomings. The public always tries to make its favorites respectable, those it truly loves. It longs to make them more like itself. It delights to read of happy family life among Its beloved artists, and of the pure summers of the movie star who lives with her mother and has a garden, observes the New Republic. The course of Mary Anderson comforted and justified thousands of housewives for their mild domesticities and their distrust of the stage. Even the public’s favorite romancer lived with his wife throe years ’before he married her, and he did not even suffer from a wasting illness; but they will not have it so, and are fast turning him into a pitiful, cheery saint and martyr as fiat and sweet as their own ideals. The favorite short story writer embezzled and went to the penitentiary and loved poker, but they want to make him an overflowing human heart wandering about taking snap-shots. They have spent more time raking over and clearing up the records of Goethe and Poe and Byron and Shelley than they ever spent on the poems.

Taxation in Rome.

During a certain period the republic of Rome did not pay taxes. The third Macedonian war resulted in victory for the Romans and brought to an end the ancient kingdom of Macedonia in 168 B. C.. In describing the triumph accorded the victorious Roman general it is related that the celebration continued for three days. On the first day 250 wagons carried the and paintings which had been plundered from Macedonian cities. On the next day there passed many wagons, carrying Macedonian standards and armor, followed by 3,000 men loaded with the silver money and silver plate which had been secured in the booty. On the third day came a procession of men carrying gold spoil, followed by the conqueror in a splendid chariot. Bome so filled her coffers with treasure by this plunder that the republic never thereafter taxed her citizens. Thus, while the statement is historically true, the fact that, there was no taxation In the ancient Roman republic for a period of several years is not at all creditable to the Romans, for the condition was the result of plunder instead of the economical administration of public affairs.

Largest Snakes in Brazil.

■ The largest snakes known are found In Brazil, and one would have to go far Into the Interior to find them. They are found in the immense valley of the Amazon river and its tributaries, observes a naturalist. This extensive basin, being low-ground, consists partly of swamps and forest jungle, Into which white men seldom penetrate. The forest and., vegetation are so dense that the sun cannot get through to the ground, and being right under the equator, the continual, oppressive, moist heat makes this jungle and swamps the Ideal breeding place for the bl* snakes and' other reptiles. However, of the 180 varieties of snakes known in Brazil, not 10 per cent are venomous, and of these very few of the big ones. Of the non-ven-owoue ones the largest and the best* known is the boa constrictor.

Out of the Trenches for a Breathing Space

“They Are Our Boys; Get Ready, Everyone, for a Rush!”

The long train of freight cars whined and grumbled as it strove to stop. In the doorway of a great low building a white capped and gowned woman released a sunny smile and, turning so her voice carried into the building, called out, “They are ours; get ready for a rush.” Just how she could tell they were “ours” would-be hard to explain, for at the moment she spoke hundreds of the dirtiest, grizzliest inen a woman ever saw came fairly tumbling out of the freight cars. A moment more she was welcoming this muddy rabble with a laugh and cheering-words. •

SPEAKING OF MONEY

Just How the Goodfields— The Stingiest Couple in TownHelped the Red Cross

“Speaking of money,” said my sea-| faring friend of the Maine coast, ‘‘we used to have an old tuan here named Goodfield. When he was young he used to'sing in the church choir—that didn’t cost nothin’ —and married one of the Emberses, but didn’t have onl}‘ one child, and it died, and time he got to be about sixty-eight years old he’d saved up and was hirin’ out his money at about as high a p’ cent, as anybody. Made it all just tradin’ and bein' careful what he spent ‘Care: ful?’ He wouldn't buy hisself a pair of britches but once in eight years, and when his old sister that lived with ’em says one day she was bound to see what the inside the pitcher show theater looked like just once before she died, why, old .Goodfield and his wife says was the last straw, and thev fixed up and had her hauled off to live on the county. His wife was just the same as him, too. “Well, along about the middle o’ the hard winter, three years ago. Goodfield took sick, and his wife told the neighbors they both thought it was a pretty good thing, cornin’ on him in the cold weather that way, because fuel was so high and a person in bed don’t need to use any. They wouldn't hear of callin’ In the doctor, and for two or'three weeks the neighbors and old friends, most of ’em, was sure he was goin’ to die, but then he begun to look so well there dldn t hardly seem to be much hope. Old Goodfield Walks In. “He got to goin’ out and shamblin’ around again'" and for awhile there wasn’t nobody noticed anything much different. I reckon I was the first, and it come about mighty queer. It was like this: I was workin’ tn my shack one’ night pretty late, tryin’ to spell out wlmt wms the matter with a carburetor I’d brought up from my boat, when there come a tap on the door, and old Goodfield walks in. was kind o’ surprise ! to see him. but I didn’t say nothin’ ’cept ‘Good evenin’,' and nil of a sudden he says. ‘Do you know how much money I m worth?’

THE REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

”A Gre&t o£ LV.cey drawn in oFUiispeal’e’ A ’ 'Pei*

The American Red Cross

Inside the building there were more women, all spick and span in white, with faces beaming, handing out good “home cooked” food over spotless tiled counters. Some of the boys fairly ran for the’food; others went into the long batteries of baths, throwing out their vermin ridden clothes to be sterilized while they scrubbed their bodies back to a healthy glow. What luxury It all was —food, tables, chairs, things to read, games to play, paper for writing, a barber shop, a movie theater and goon, clean beds! No one ever thought that these hap-

By BOOTH TARKINGTON

। "He said It just like that—nothin’ I before it—and I said, ‘For the Lord’s Silke, Mr. Goodfield, what’s the matter?” He looked kind of funny to me. “‘l’m worth a hundred and twentyfour thousand three hundred and six-ty-three dollars and fifty-one cents,’ he says. “ ‘Well, by Orry 1’ 1 says. "Well, sir, he begun to pant like he’d been runnin’ up a hill; he got to heavin' like a winded horse; then he begun to cry and sob like a woman that's all excited when some one's- just died. ‘Well, by Orry!’ I says. ‘You better set down and quiet yourself,’ I : says. ‘What’s the matter?' “‘I got to die,' tie says. ‘I been sick,’ lie says. ‘1 been sick and I got to die!’ “‘Well.’ I says, ‘we all got to die.’ “He kep’ straight on ,cryln’ and pantin’ and sobbin'. “ ‘Yes,’ he says, ‘but 1 never knowed 1 had to! I never knowed it before I was sick. I kind o’ thought 1 wouldn’t f reely has to, when it come right down to it. “ ‘We’re al! fixed that way,’ I says. ‘We all got to have some sickness we won’t get over.’ “Well, sir, he let out a yell that just about rose my hair. ‘The rest of you ain’t got a hundred and twenty-four ' thousand three hundred and sixty- ' three dollars and fifty-one cents!’ he hollers. ‘And I got to die!’ he says; and he kep’ on kind of shoutin' IL ‘I got to die! 1 got t/cfiM I got to die!’ And before I could catch fell down on a couple o’ busted lobster traps. “Ole Cap. Whitcomb, he woke up in his shack next door and put on some clo’es- ami come In, lookin' seared to death. Him and ine picked Goodfield up off the traps and got him home, half carryin’ him, and him kind ■ of whimperin' ami slobberin' right on i to when we left him doubled up on a rickety chair at his own house. "Next day he was around, just about the same as ever, and never said nothin' about nothin’, and the week after that he took Fred Owens'

O* the Vigilantes.

Contributed by James Montgomery Flagg.

py, smiling women might be tired, nor were they tired then, even though all day long they had been serving train after train of French ’ and English troops, literally thousands of them. Yet what did that matter? For these boys that came at the end of a long day—.these boys are “ours.” If your boy is In France you may be sure he has a song of praise for the fine women at work tn the railway canteens of our own Red Cross, for at every Important railway junction there is one of our Red Cross canteens and at each canteen there are 18 women—real, true American women.

boat in for a debt, and you couldn’t told there ‘was anythin’ the matter with him. What 1 mean, you couldn’t told nothin’ on him In daytime, but after dark he’d go shamblin’ all around the village, and then when it got late, If he see a light somewhere®, he’d go in there and have a spell just the same he had with me. Scared people with them spells, he did. The Last of Goodfield’s Money. “ ‘Long about September his wife up and supprised everybody, because she went to all the expense of havin’ the old man declared Insane and hauled off to the asylum. He cut his throat with a piece of broken bottle up there, and the funniest thing happened— they found the old woman dead the same afternoon in their house here. The court gave the estate to a trust company, and 1 guess that was the end of old Goodfield’s hundred and twentyfour thousand three hundred and six-ty-three dollars and fifty-one cents. “Well, sir, you know all that about old Mr. and Mrs. Goodfleld made a kind of a sensation, as you might call IL and there was quite a good deal of thinkin’ and talkin’ about it here in the village. Thpre was some that claimed they figgered out how it all was meant to mean somethin’. “Anyway, when the call come from Halifax last December we sent off mighty near half a carload of firstrate clothin’ right in a few hours, and there was two hundred and seventy odd dollars susscribed just tn the village, and you know there wasn’t hardly any of us .real sure, we could see the winter through ourselves. “Yes, TH put my name down for the tied Cross, and HI shell out I guess you won’t have .much trouble giftin' susscriptlons from the rest either. V. o got a good many boys from here over there! now, and we wouldn’t like to think of ’em shot and layin’ out in the fields twistin’ around and nobody to tend ’em because us at home hadn’t found out yet that it’s a mistake to think we’re still goin’ to have our savin's right nice and with us when we*ae dead!"

HIS JOB TO BANDAGE WOUNDED HOUSES

American Boss Carpenter Putting frencb Villages Back on the Map It was a monotonous stretch of ugly trench, wire entanglements, gaping snell holes, accented by the blackened skeleton ot shell killed forests silhouet ted against a dull, hopeless sky. This had once been beautiful roiling land like our own Ohio and ln’Hana—rich Ui grain fields, orchards and gardens. Now It was desolation —nothing could live there —seemingly nothing did. We bad come on some rising ground, and as we climbed we reached the brow ot the slope, and of a sudden it seemed that-some giant bad suddenly twisted the old world under our feet and we were back home, for of a sud* den the sounds of life came up to us out of a hustling center of industry. That satisfying chug of an honest hammer bead sinking willing nail into sound wood, and before us was a panorama of new building, with plies of clean lumber stacked here and there, and the framing of many new buildings told where the wood was going. Then we heard the voice of a man who talked real "United States’* —telling 27 other carpenters what to do—out Id this foreign land thousands ot miles from home. We Inquired of the boss as to who be was, and with true sense of humor be said: “I am a Red Cross nurse. My job is bandaging wounded houses." Putting Villages Back on Map. "This was once a French village,” ho went on to say, “in the center of tine sugar beet country. We are living now on the site of the sugar mill,” be said, pointing to a long, low barracks, which plainly bad been recently built "We are working for the American Red Cross —putting villages back on the map. Id four more we’ll be out of here and on our way to the next ruin, for there are many villages that need u& -We go from place to place, always finding that our lumber has reached there first so we can get right to work, clean up and move od again.” It Is just like pioneering, this rebuilding work of our Red Cross-—only more Important—more important because it is vital to the winning of the war that these people come back to their soil and plant new crops—for future years of war or peace. And so the tide of war sweeps back from whence It came, a Bed Cross army follows close behind In uniforms of overalls, armed with Yanked hammers and nails to coax back the foundlings that have been brushed into squalid helplessness tn the south and east They are coming back home now, Just a few days behind these carpenters —back to the beet fields, the gardens and the farms. Soon they will be feeding themselves and thousands of others.

WHITE PLAGUE KILLS MORE MEN THAN BULLETS

It seems longer, but It was less than four years ago that the nations had not ybt started in to wipe each other off the map and that the only times when one heard of the Red Cross were times ot flood or disaster and at Christmas time, when the peaceful lit* tie Red Cross tuberculosis seals mads their annual appearanca Perhaps, in fact. It was the long, an dent, tight in America against the White Plague which; tn spite of the war's enormous new demands, is responsible for the especial Interest being taken by the American Red Cross Id France's frightful struggle against consumption. This scourge seems to mark the trench fighter for its own. It kills more men than do bullets and poison gas combined. Utotil the American Red Cross was permitted by the French government to start its drive against tuberculosis it looked as if, even with a victory over the Bun, France might eventually be conquered by this deadlier foe. Already things are looking brighter. The Red Cross has taken over old hospitals and built new onea More than 300 tuberculosis dispensaries are to be opened throughout the country, and ! Red Cross doctors and nurses -scores > of them —are devoting themselves e» clnslvely to this fight, doing over there exactly the same kind of work which Is financed tn America by the little’ Christmas seals. It is one of the ways tn which by our c ntribntion!« to the Red Cross America can repay her debt to France.

THEY WHO DANCE MUST PAY FIDDLER

People Cannot Take More Out ol a Community Than They Put In. COLLAPSE IS INEVITABLE Town Will Not Survive Long If He Commercial Structure Ie Tom Down Faster Than It Can Be BUIH U|k (Copyright, Mlt Weitern N«w«p*p«r Union.) He who dances must pay the fiddler. That Is an old saying which is full of truth. The primary idea In this saying, of course, is that one cannot have any pleasure without paying for it In some way, but this is not the only sense in which it may be construed. It means that we cannot pursue any foolish policy indefinitely without paying for it in the end. No man can overtax his physical strength indefinitely without risking ultimate disaster. Dissipation or overwork may be continued for a time without any noticeable tesulis, but if continued for a sufficiently long time the inevitable comes to pas 4. The laws of nature cannot be violated with impunity. If one takes out of life more than he puts in, if he tears down his physical strength faster than he builds It up, he must eventually pay the fiddler. What is true of the laws of nature is equally true of economic laws. The people of a community may for a time tear down the commercial structure of a town faster than they build it up without meeting disaster, but it cannot be continued indefinitely. In the end they must pay the fiddler. Exhaust Resources of Community. The person who makes his living in a community, receiving the money of, the community for his labor or the products of his labor, and then spends his Income outside of bls community is helping to exhaust the resources of the community just ps the, man who expends his energy through dissipation or overexertion faster than he builds it up Is exhausting his physical resources. One man may do this, of course, without noticeably affecting the economic strength of thegcommunity, but when a dozen men or women do it the effect becomes noticeable and when a hundred do it the resources of the community become exhausted to the point where collapse is inevitable. Those who are responsible for this situation may think that they have profited individually by their actions, but they have not realized that in the end they must pay the fiddler. There are some persons who seem to be able to get through life without much effort. There are sortie who proceed on the theory that the world owes them-a living and they proceed to collect it They take what they can get and give nothing in return. Such persons, however, are not very numerous. Most of us must pay for everything that we- get- Some may have to pay more than their share and these are carrying the burden of those who get more than they pay for. The fact remains that, as a general rule, one cannot have much worth while without paying for it The merchants of any community are the backbone of that community, so far as its prosperity and progress are concerned. Individually there may be some of them who do not exert themselves to boost their community, but collectively they are the men upon whom the living of every person in the community depends. The success or failure of an individual merchant may not be of particular concern to the people of a community, but the success or failure of the merchants as a whole is a matter of the very greatest concern. Provide Market for Farmers. The merchants of a town, in the first place, provide a market for a large part of the products of the farmers in the territory surrounding the town. They buy the produce of the farmers in small quantities, in accordance with their need, and some of them buy in larger quantities for shipment to foreign markets. If the merchants could not do this there would be no market at least for the small Quantities except at ruinous prices. If the farmers could not realize a reasonable profit from their products, there would be no money for them to spend and there could be no money to pay for your products or to pay for your labor. It is therefore, of the greatest importance to every member of the community, whether a resident of the town or a farmer in the country surrounding the town, that the merchants be enabled to provide this market for at least a part of the farmer’s products. • Every dollar sent away from a town to a mall order house helps to diminish the ability of the local -merchants to provide a market for the fanner’s products or to do any of the many other things which the merchants of every town do for their community. Business in a community cannot be conducted on a one-sided basis. A man cannot take out of his community a good living for himself and family and give nothing in return. He may do so for a short time and get away with it, but in the end he must pay the fiddler.

The Beet Policy.

It Is better to be parsimonious than dishonest. \ .