Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 181, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 August 1918 — Page 2

STORIES from the BIG CITIES

Incident That Kept Mr. Business Man Wondering KANSAS CITY. —Mr. Business Man was walking on South Grand avenue, hurrying back from his noon luncheon. He was one of those circumspect individuals who are kind to their fellow men, but not given to heroics. As he

live together because they didn’t jfet along and that mamma had left her there while she went to buy a new car.” For half an hour Mr. Business Man waited for the forgetful mother to return. Soon the volunteer nursemaid excused himself for a few minutes while he went to his place of business to explain he had an indeterminate job “wished on him,” and that it would be impossible to say when he would be back. Then he returned to the little girl in the Ford. One hour and thirty minutes after he had taken up- his volunteer job that was the time, for he kept track of It by his watch —a large motor car drew up beside the Foyd. Several persons were in it. “Come on, daughter,” a woman in the balk seat called. “Why, mamma, I thought you were lost,” replied the girl, climbing out of the machine she was in. “Oh, nonsense,” answered the mother, slightly Irritated. Tha second motorcar whizzed away, leaving Mr. Business Man wondering at the many kinds of mothers he had known. The woman not even had thanked him. '

Couldn't Fool Youngster With Story Like That NEW YORK—There are children living on the East side who have never seen a blade of grass or a tree. Their playground is the gutter, and their idea of a pleasure jaunt is a visit to the hokey-pokey man on the corner. The

wan little faces have never been thrilled by a romp over a green hillride. A settlement-house lady was taking a group of these East side children for their first outing on an upstate farm the other day. Happy, as crickets, they all frisked out of the day coach and scampered Into the seatless, long box wagon of the farmer who met them at the depot. Presently a stolid old hen waddled across the dusty road. “Aw —Mamie,

See the rawr chicken!” shrilled a swarthy little Italian lad. The box wagon bumped along up a hot, yellow, rocky incline. Then presently over on the left stretched the cool beauty of a young pine grove. An Inarticulate murmur of appreciation rose from the group in the bottom of the wagon. Then one found the gift of expression and shot up an eager hand, the way inspired ones always do at school. “Christmas tree!” yelled a grimy Tittle girl with one tan and one black stocking. “Naw!” squealed a pallid little chap of fiery eyes all garbed for his high adventure in an old shirtwaist of his mother’s. Wot on yer life—see?” He turned to the farmer for confirmation of his stand, picking out the greenery with his radiant gestures. “Them’s pine trees, son,” enlightened the farmer, smiling benignly behind his shrubbery of beard. The little chap intensified hls scanning of the grove. Then the small skeptic that lurks in all East side children came to the top with, “Aw—g’wan! Where’s the pineapples?”

Rum Fumes Intoxicated Crew of American Ship BOSTON. —An American ship from a French port staggered into this harbor recently and leaned up against a friendly pier. Just about the time that onlookers were asking each other if it could be its enginees that were hie-

explained. ‘ Tne vessel had always been perfectly respectable before its last voyage to France and return, it was stated. But its downfall began when it left the West Indies for a French port a couple of months ago with a cargo of rum valued at about $1,000,000 under its belt. As the rum, which was intended to hearten the pollus in the trenches, was in casks, the ship kept sober and respectable until it ran into heavy weather. Then some of the casks began to leak. In a short time more of them sprang leaks until rum was swashing around as generously as bilge water. The fumes of the rum rose up from the hold and seeped through the noses,' mouths, eyes and pores of the 35 members of the crew—and the goat After that, it was admitted, it was some party.

Mr. Curtis Is Going After Those Peach Preserves ( DETROIT— Although John W. Curtis, former saloonkeeper at 534 St. Antoine street, is indignant because the police searched his place without a search warrant or any other document to Indicate their right in his home, he is most

put out because of the confiscation of several jars of peach preserves which the officers thought was liquor. Besides the preserves, the officers took Mr. Curtis, two automobile tires and a few quarts of liquor to a precinct station and kept them there till Charles H. Jasnowski. prosecuting attorney, interceded. Curtis was then brought before him, charged with illegal possession of liquor, and bound over to the recorder’s court for trial.

It took the former saloonkeeper several days to get his automobile, the police directing him from one police station to another and from one garage to another. George Kelly, attorney for Curtis, will ask Judge Wilkins to dismiss the case against Curtis and return his peacp preserves and liquor. The attorney says that Curtis bought this liquor before the state became "dry" and that he has a right to hold it until such time as he disposes nt it. so long as he doesn t violate any of the provisions of the statute. He also a«ms that the main j>oint in bls argument will concern the searching of homes by the police without set* ch warrants. It is believed that if Curtis recovers his peach preserve* he <au sell them «t a good profit.

passed a Ford a little girl called to him. She was crying. “My mamma left me here and I am afraid she Is loss,” she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “Won’t you stop and talk to me?” Mr. Business Man took a seat beside the desolate little figure. After awhile he took her to a nearby store and bought her a sack of candy. The child seemed greatly relieved at finding such a friendly man and confided in him that “mamma and papa didn’t

coughing; someone said: “Look at the crew'! They look as if they’re getting over a thirty days’ souse party.” , “Aw, you ought to see our goat,” one of the Crew shouted hoarsely down. “He’s still three sheets in the wind. He’s propped up against the port rail now. Maybe he thinks it’s a lamppost.” Members of the crew were too thirsty to talk any more at the moment, but at the offices of the owners of the stewed ship her condition was

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

BRINGING UP “GRANDMOTHER” TO POUND THE HUNS

Copyright. Western Newspaper Union Photo Service. tn assist In A steam caterpillar, which isjised to move the heavy pieces, brings op a camouflaged “grandmother” to » checking the advance of the Huns.

“OUR BOYS” SMILE AS THEY GO INTO BATTLE

Spirit of American Soldiers in France Described by Red Cross Worker. CHEERFUL AND CONFIDENT Each Believes If He Doesn’t Get Into Action on Time Fight Will Be Lost—What American Women Are Doing. South Bend, Ind. —Kathryn Carlisle, daughter of Charles A. Carlisle of this city, has been In France for a long time doing Red Cross work. She has written a most Interesting and thrilling letter to her parents, a letter that should stimulate Red Cross work throughout the world and give to our soldiers in the trenches, on the firing lines and In camp, their mothers, sisters, sweethearts and friends at home fresh hope and assurance that the American women are doing magnificent work in their behalf. Here Is what Miss Kathryn says: I wish everyone at home, particularly the loved ones of our fighting men, could see “our boys” as they go Into battle. It’s the proudest moment of life and the grandest. Oh! how brave and splendid they are, with a smile on their lips. “Good-by.” “We will see you soon again.” We feed from four to five thousand some days. Our canteen Is always crowded. Of course that compliment is our greatest reward. We all try and want to do for “our boys” the very best. They come and go at all hours of the day and night. Our Red Cross canteen Is never closed. All of “our boys” on this line of communication stop and rest and have their meals and refreshments at this Red Cross canteen. Want to Push on. We always know, among the very first, when a big drive is on, and then we never seem to sleep. Nobody wants to. “Our boys” don’t even care to stop long and rest; they want to push on. Everyone of these blessed men feel that If he fails to get there on time and at the very second when called Into action the fight will be lost, and it will. Here is a toast one of our brave officers left with us. It expresses the attitude of “our boys” to us perhaps better than any word of mine: “To our women, who sent us forth with courage In their hearts and tears In their eyes. “To our women at home who are sacrificing all that we may win. “To our women over here who give their own Ilves that we may live. “God bless them, and damn the man that does not respect them and the coward that does not protect them. “Our boys” mean every word expressed, and no woman was ever more thoughtfully considered and protected than we of the American Red Cross who serve “our boys” at the front.

FINDS LATEST VARIETY OF CONSCIENTIOUS OBJECTOR

Chicago. —Chicago has produced the latest variety of “conscientious objector,” and, as a result, John Taylor probably will not serve Uncle Sam overseas. John, who had been called for service, walked into a■■ courtroom here and confessed to bezzling more than $3,000 from his employer during the last two years. He said he objected to going to the army with a black mark against him—so he confessed. He was held for the 1 grand jury.

Bah on Baseball Pools.

Albany, N. Y.—The operation of baseball pools, prevalent throughout the country, has been held to be bookmaking by the appellate division of the supreme court, third department of New York state. J

Over 5,000 American trucks, all heavily laden, have passed our front door in this last big drive. Every man in charge came In for rest and refreshment and a little chat with one of hls native tongue, then with the smile of the soldiers and a wave of the hand In farewell, “Good-by until we meet again.” After every battle and at Intervals we see “our boys” coming back. Blood soaked, weary, but oh! how brave, “our boys,” with bayonet and shell wounds will tell you quickly and firmly, “I am all O. K,” “I can wait,” “Look after Jim there,” or “Look after this lad; he’s gassed.” The pity'and the brutality of that horrible gas! Get Best of Care. Every American father and mother can rest in full assurance that If their boy cotnes in anywhere along the line the most thoughtful, considerate and efficient care is given to him Immediately. “Our boys,” of course, come first, but In behalf of humanity, and the love of Christ, we never say or do anything to a wounded enemy, and we see them by the hundreds, that anyone could criticize. The American Red Cross is here for service, and it renders the best, day and night, to everyone that comes. While It’s work, hard work, and work all the time, we get a lot of It, and the sun shines just as brightly over here on the firing line as at home. Every day Is a new one and its ups and downs fill up the time.

A splendid general came in the other day and he was a sight. His clothes were white with dust and hls face black for want of a shave. - The canteen was packed—it was one of our busy day§. The general wanted to shave and wash up before eating, and the only spot vacant and available was the small private dressing room used exclusively by we American women. We excluded all the women, put the general in our private dressing room, with hot and cold water, and on the outside of the door we wrote a note and pinned it up, reading: “BEWARE—GirIs stay out. The general is shaving." When our guest finished and came out. he saw the sign, and doubtless read it with amusement, because he wrote just below it, as follows: “Girls, your guest has finished. Many thanks to God’s greatest gift to man — an American woman.” And then he signed hls name, and that is one of our choice souvenirs.

$650 for a Tree.

Edinburg. Ind.—The W. T. Thompson Veneer company here has’ just bought from Wabash college at Crawfordsville a walnut tree for which it paid $650. The tree is on the campus, which is made up In part of native forest growths. Its body will be cut Into airplane stock, while the stump will be made into veneer for piano cases. W. T. Thompson, head , of the local company, say he regards the tree as the finest of its kind in Indiana.

NEUTRAL SAILORS EAT SEAWEED

Victims of Hun Submarine Drift Eleven Days. Crew of Norwegian Vessel Picked Up in Midocean in Pitiful Condition. An Atlantic Port,—The Norwegian steamer Augvald, 2,098 tons, bound from a French port for Baltimore, has fallen a victim to a German submarine. A transatlantic liner brought the news of the sinking of the Augvald in midocean and also landed 11 members of the crew of 27 men. Three of the crew were drowned and the remaining 13 are unaccounted for. The rescued men were picked up by the liner after having drifted helplessly for 11 days, subsisting most of that time on seaweed and. rainwater wrung from their clothing or caught in their caps. - According to the crew the steamer

PATRIOTIC GREEK MAKES READY TO FIGHT BOCHES

Spokane, Wash. James L. Dorgan, a subject of Greece, is in a training camp preparing to fight for Uncle Sam against the Germans. Four years ago he came here from Athens with only a slight knowledge of the English language. In these four years he was graduated from the public schools . and the high school. Wliile attending school he worked In a newspaper office and accumulated S6OO. He also owns a Liberty bond and bought War Savings stamps..

BLUE GOWNS ARE BUSY

Restoring Maimed Soldiers to Trades, Their Job. “Reconstruction Aids” Coax Wasted Muscles Back to Their Normal State. Washington.—Teachers, nurses and healers too, are the “Blue Gowns” of the army medical corps, at work now in the hospitals of the United States and “over there." Reconstruction aids is their official name, but the cheery hue of their distinctive uniform already has won a handler name for the special corps of seventy women whose membership treats and teaches among the maimed soldiers brought back from the battle front. Theirs is the work of coaxing back the wasted muscles and disused limbs of wounded men, and later by patient tutoring instilling deftness in new arts and vocations which the hospital schools are planning for the returned soldier.

Most of the “Blue Gowns” were recruited from the instruction staffs of manual training schools and. civilian hospitals. “Beside a table a young fellow in uniform was carving a conventional flower border on a wooden picture frame,” says an official description of their work. “The design was hls own and the work was his first piece. He las inclined to be clumsy because he using hls left hand. A ‘Blue Gown’ was ready to guide and advise him. As he becomes adept in left-hand-ed carving he is preparing for the time when he again will begin' to draft, this time with his left hand. This mental concentration upon a new task is be lieved by doctors and psychologists U be a valuable antidote for discouragement. “At the same open-air workshop one man was knitting a scarf. One group of men, temporarily crippled, were carving designs upon wooden blocks, and several were learfiing to weave upon hand looms.” In the treatment rooms inside the “Blue Gowns" were guiding electrical appliances and administering the complicated series of treatments that perfect the restoration work started by the surgeon at the front

was stopped by shell fire, the crew ordered Into two boats and the ship was sunk with bombs. Captain Egge of the Augvald left the ship with 12 men in his boat and it became separated from the * other lifeboat containing 14 of the crew. For two days the latter boat drifted about and was then upset in a stonp. Three of the men were swept away and the others managed to right the boat and bale it out They lost all their food and fresh water and even their oars were gone. Driftlag helplessly, the men begai to suffer for want of food and water. Seaweed was eagerly snatched up and chewed and every device they could think of was resorted to to catch rainwater. There was a succession of rainstorms and the men Were almost continually drenched. Day after day went by and finally the rescue ship came over the horizon and the exhausted and starving men were soon safely on the deck of the liner.

CAP and BELLS

THE COMFORTABLE LIE. “Don’t. you worry whefi your husband is out late at night?” “No.‘ He can take care of himself.” “But do you take his explanations without cavil?” “Yes. I’ve got to the point where I’d rather have,him tell me a pleasant He and let me go back comfortably to sleep than to get the truth and have to stay awake the remainder of the night worrying about Aim,”

So Very Particular. Mrs. Myles—l suppose they are particular at the boarding school where your daughter attends? Mrs. Styles—Oh, yes, very. “No young men ever allowed to caU there?" “Never. Why, even the days the ashman calls they blindfold 'all they girls!” Not a Fair Audience. Miss Sue Brette—And did you have a fair audience at your play last night? Footelighte—Nothing fair about it. hissed. The Hot and Cold of It -Nell—Win is always telling me of his burning love. Belle—That’s nothing. Jack is .always treating me to ice cream. * No Reason. Father —And what is your reason for aspiring to my daughter? Suitor —I —l’ have no reason I’m In love! AS HE WAS TOLD.

“Now, Freddy, I have asked you twice, and if you don’t answer I’ll spank you. Did you say thank you to the pan that gave you that candy? “Well —er —pop —1 did. But he told me not to mention it.”

In the Country. “Are you on good terms with your city relations, Mr. Rural?” “Yes, but they don’t seem to be on good relations with my terms.” Had Him Well Trained. “That’s a hard-working man you’ve got working in your garden,” said the rfear-sighted neighbor. “Why, that’s my husband.” “Really? Why, I thought it pras a hired man.” “You don’t suppose I could make any man work as hard as that but my husband, do you?” Symptoms. Mrs. Bacon —Do you think by any chance the baby Will grow up to be left-handed, dear? Mr. Bacon —I hope not. Why do yon ask that question?” “Because he’s always trying to put the toes of his left foot in his mouth.” Catty Comment. “Miss Bertha says she has such an elastic nature." "I suppose that is why she does so much rubbering.” Appearances. Appearances, we read in books. To great deception often lead. Potatoes are not much for looks. But they are friends In time of need. A Sense of Satisfaction. “Your wife says you made a great hit at her party.” “Yes,” answered Mr. Cumrox. “I couldn’t have done better. ,My manners were so dignified and perfect several people thought I was the new butler we’re bragging about.” > One Reason. “Why are you opposed to your wife’s voting?” “Because judging from her hpusecleaning orgies, she will go to for to# many sweeping reforms.” »