Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 181, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 August 1918 — STORIES from the BIG CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

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

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

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-

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

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.