Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 187, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 August 1918 — Page 2

Yankees in Germany Are Fed

How Prisoners of War Are Cared for by U. S. Red Cross Agents

Eat! Eat! Eat! That’s what every captured American proceeds to do when he reaches the prison camp at Brandenburg, Germany, to which naval captives are sent by Germany. When the prisoner arrives after a long journey to a German port and through the Limburg concentration prison, he is met by Chief Gunner s Mate James Delaney and three other American prisoners who constitute the American help committee of the American Red Cross in Brandenburg camp, about 20 miles from Berlin. r To meet just such a contingency the American Red Cross from its prisoner’s relief warehouse at Berne has sent this committee a stock of emergency food parcels and supplies of clothing and various comforts, such as soap, .brushes, towels, etc. There are no speeches of welcome —for the men are anything but welcome—just a good American handshake, and the committee hands over h Red Cross parcel containing ten pounds of real American • “eats. Most of the food is cooked and ready to be wolfed by a man who has his own opinion about the sustaining powers of thin soup. When finally the sailor stretches and sighs the sigh of the well fed, the committee shoots its first question. “Smoke?” . , , This, too, is answered from another Red Cross package containing the cigarettes, pipe and tobacco. /: , The arrival is then given a post card addressed to the prisoners reilet bureau at Berne. This card gives the Red Cross facts which it communicates to the prisoner’s family in America. The card adds a new name to the list of military and civil prisoners to whom the American Red Cross each week sends 20 pounds of bread, meat, fish, dried fruit, vegetables, sugar, coffee, etc. ’ The card also gives the sizes of shoes and garments the prisoner wears so that uniforms or other clothing can be supplied. Smokers receive regular packages of tobacco. These shipments are made from the vast stores which the Red Cross has collected at Berne for the relief of captured Americans in Germany, enough to maintain 22,000 Americans for six months. No American prisoner needs anything beyond what is being supplied to him except spending money. In fact, Franklin Abbott, director of the department of prisoners’ relief, urges relatives of captured men not to attempt to send them parcels. “But do the American prisoners get these Red Cross shipments?’ is a question asked frequently. “They do,” is Mr. Abbott’s positive answer.. “The American Red Cross has means of making certain that the prisoners get what is sent. Every package calls for return of a receipt signed by the prisoner. “If any one fails to acknowledge a package, an immediate inquiry is started. If the package miscarried, the International Red Cross, through neutral agencies in Germany, finds out what became of the shipment. “We have a similar committee for army prisoners at Tuchel in charge of Sergeant Halyburton. These stocks are not large, just a few hundred parcels, but we maintain these stocks at a point where we believe they will feed any reasonable number of prisoners until the weekly shipments from Berne come through.”

GIRLS RAISING POULTRY

Poultry raising is excellent work for the girls in the home. It affords exercise in the open, allows an opportunity for the girls to earn spending money and train their minds in animal husbandry and the economy of production. Poultry raising under the supervision of some girls is very profitable. With all the facilities for raising fowls that may be found on most farms the girls have opportunities for building up a pleasant and profitable industry. One of the faults of our economic system of farming is that it does not afford adequate opportunity for the girls to become efficient, self-support--ing and independent when this becomes necessary. By giving the girls a chance with poultry they may earn enough to support themselves if necessary, even pay their way through college.

How to Select Ideal Camp Site for a Summer Outing

When you make your camp, pick out a rise of ground where there is good drainage, and where the trees are not too thick, for good circulation of air is important, says Boys’ Life, the Boy Scouts’ Magazine., Avoid large softwood trees such as cottonwood, poplar and soft maple, as the limbs break off easily in a storm and a big branch might come crashing down on your tent and seriously injure the occupants. Good campers do not pitch their tents directly under large oak, elm, ash or hard maples, as those trees are most frequently struck by lightning. Avoid rank grass, for that is a sign of excessive moisture. Never pitch camp in narrow ravines or gullies, for frequently in sudden storms they carry small torrents of water which would flood your camp.

Worldly Wisdom.

When passion is king, reason is dethroned. Any man who speaks nothing but the truth is never garrulous. Politics may not pay< but most candidates are compelled to put up. If Ananias were living today he would not be considered so much. Every man knows how mean his acquaintances are, but he is never absolutely sure about him-

This the Talking Nation.

It Is said we are a* nation of talkers, because this country uses four times as many telephones as all the rest of the world. And may be the charge is true, for it Is the women who do most of the talking over the telephone; men, as a rule, dislike to use the Instrument. Twelve million telephones are in use in the United States. Among the cities, New York leads, with 700,000. (

Ping Bodie Is One of New York Yanks’ Heavy Hitters and Is Doing Good Service

Ping Bodie Is one of the New York Yankees’ heaviest batters. Miller Huggins seems to be getting more baseball out of him than did any othermanager. Bodie was with the White Sox for some time and was criticized so extensively by the press and his manager that he was unable to play to the true worth of his talent. He

Ping Bodie.

went back to the coast and was purchased by Connie Mack for whom he shone with the bat. Huggins desired a slugging ball club and purchased Bodie from Mack and has had no cause to regret it, for the Chunky outfielder is rapping the ball timely, is playing a nice game in the field and has not been accused of perpetrating any “boners” on the bases.

Each Hen Should Produce Ten Dozen Eggs Per Year.

The average novlnce can reasonably expect to get ap average of at least ten dozen eggs per hen per year from his small flock in the back yard. On the basis of two hens to each member of the family, according to the department of agriculture, this will give 20 dozen eggs in a year to each person, which amount is about halfway between the general average of farm and city consumption. No back yard poultry keeper should be satisfied with less than this. Every back yard poultry keeper should try to get as much more as possible.

To provide an egg a day for each person, two hens would have to lay 183 eggs each per year. This is by no means an impossible average for small flocks. It is perhaps not too much to say that in cases where the person attending the flock is practically “on the job” all the time, that is, in a position to look after the wants of the birds three or more times a day, an average of better than 13 dozen eggs per hen can easily be secured, if the hens are mature and in good condition at the start, and have the vitality to carry them through a year of heavy laying.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

Big Increase in the Maple Sugar and Sirup Production In 1918 Over Previous Year

The maple sugar crop of 1918 in the 18 states, which include nearly all the producing region, was 13,270,900 pounds, and the sirup production was 4.905.200 gallons, according to the government market report. The total of sugar and sirup, counting one gallon of sirup as equivalent to eight pounds of sugar, would be 52,512,500 pounds of sugar. The production in 1917 was 10,838.650 pounds of sugar and 4,286.100 gallons of sirup, both being equivalent to 45,127,400 pounds of sugar. The ,13 states covered by this report produced about 99 per cent of the total maple sugar and sirup in the census year 1909. The principal region of production extends from northwestern Ohio through New York to Vermont and includes parts of Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts and Pennsylvania. Outside of this region there is also production of Importance in the mountain country beginning with the southern counties of Pennsylvania and extending through western Maryland into scattered localities in West Virginia; also in parts of Michigan, Wisconsin and Indiana. The Increased demand and higher prices for maple sugar and sirup helped to cause a larger number of trees to be tapped in 1918 than in 1917, or even in 1909. A total of 19,298.200 trees were tapped in 1918, of which 15,616,000, or 81 per cent, were in the four states of Vermont, New York, Ohio and Pennsylvania. Weather conditions in the northern part of the sugar region, namely, in New England, New York, Pennsylvania and Michigan, were favorable. There were cold nights alternating with warmer days.

Observations of American Soldiers on Gentle Art of Bombing Hospitals by Huns

The Hun has bombed hospitals, off and on, all during the war. Hitherto he has covered it up by complaining that the houses of mercy were placed too close to the front, near military centers which are perfectly fair game, and that any strafing of the helpless was quite incidental and, therefore, in a sense, regrettable. But his recent attack in force with more than 20 airplanes upon a plainly marked group of hospital buildings far behind the British lines—the raid having obviously that objective-far surpasses all his previous performances of frightfulness.

The Hun no longer apologizes. He no longer pleads “military necessity” as excuse for his slaughter of the helpless. He glories in his guilt. Fatuous people who still believe, in the face of such proof as this, that a negotiated peace with “liberal” Germany is within the range of probability ought to be led quietly by the hand and placed in a retreat for the feebleminded. There is only one way to deal with the Hun. Thank God we have learned that way I —The Stars and Stripes, Official paper of the A. E. F.

SUMMER SMILES

Just Suspicions. A senator said the other day: “Attacks on Hog island are ill conceived. Hog island assailants have looked too suspiciously at perfectly innocent transactions. “It’s like the young married man who stepped into a coal dealer’s and said: “ ‘Send me round a ton of coal, please.’ “ ‘Yes, sir. What size?’ the dealer asked. - The young man looked at the dealer severely. “ ‘Exactly the 2,240-pound size,’ he said, in a»stern voice.”

A Long Shot.

“W hat book does the lady want?” “She says It is something with a queer name, something odd.” “Try her on the Odyssey.”

Desire for Knowledge. “There is one thing I want to know, pop.” “What is it, son?” “Can swordfishes fence?” Paw, Take Shame to Yourself! May (reading the newspaper)—l see here where two fellers was arrested while they were robbin’ the same place the second time. Paw (with an exasperating grin) — By gum, that’s what I’d call a repeatin’ rifle.

Appropriate Action.

Flattery. “That photograph flatters your husband.” “Yes. He says he’s a going to have something in this .house that will say a kind word for him.”

“A friend of Jaggsby sent him a case of champagne and it fell into his wife’s hands.” “Did she score him about it?" “No, she just kept Mumm.”

“Carrying On” in France

By LT. CURTIS WHEELER

of The Vigilantes

(These two pictures of French life are given in a recent letter from France by the author of “Letters from an American Soldier to His Father.”) Before I turn over for good this one of many other pages, I must draw for you two little pictures. The first I saw one sunny afternoon when the shadows wer« beginning to lengthen out. Three of us, Americans all, were walklpg-down a country road that bordered a rolling, field. In the distance, at the end of one long straight black furrow, a figure was toiling at a two-horse plow. As it turned and started back, after considerable confusion, we could make out two horses, a steady old white 'one, and a frisky bay. The old white horse plodded steadily along in the furrow just made, using what little strength he had as cleverly as an aged expressman. But the bay, being little more than a colt, bounded up into draught and back again, to left and right, like a green wheel-horse on a caisson. As the team came closer, we looked with amazement at the figure guiding it. It was a boy of ten. The French two-horse plow is hung different from ours, and does not require as much weight on the handles; but even so, he had practically to ride it all the way. It was plain that guiding it when it threatened to twist off or up required every ounce of strength the kiddy had. Yet each moment he applied it at just the right moment and just the right place, so the furrow remained deep and true.

As the team came just below us in the field and started to turn for the next furrow, something went wrong. The boy was busy swinging his plow around and didn’t see it in time. When he looked at the horses they were all tangled up, the bay lunging desperately into her old team-mate. He had only a single rein to the nigh horse and on this he yanked and shrilled at them valiantly enough. They quieted obediently at the sound of his voice, but seemed unable to move. He dashed forward cracking his whip, but nothing happened. Never Feit So Ashamed. Then I saw where the bay had her off hind snarled up in the trace, and hopped off down the road. It was only a second’s work to lift her foot out and straighten the trace. As I stood up the youngster came to me, thanked me, and looked at me squarely with his clear blue eyes. I have never felt so ashamec in all my life. There he stood, the sweat of a long day’s work beaded on his brow, in ridiculous big looped-up trousers and huge wooden shoes —his father’s. And there we stood, three great hulking, broad-shouldered figures against the sun, who had done no man’s work all that day. There might be other days, to be sure, but this day was gone, and here was this boy, plowing for France. There was an awkward silence and one of the men, moved curiously by I know not what, offered the youngster a package of cigarettes. He smiled and shook his head, saying, obviously enough, “ne fume pas.” “For your father,” Insisted the man, and I wished the words unsaid; “or your brother.” The boy said nothing for a minute, his eyes clouding a little, and in the interval he had grown much larger than we. We stood before him like truants. Finally he took the cigarettes, wadded them down into his bagging trousers, chirruped cheerfully enough to his team, and plodded sturdily on across the field. Behind us, on the hill-top, three crosses stood black against the sun.

The second picture I saw but two days before I left, as I was walking up the hill to dinner. The sun had set as I left the village and the frogs in the pond below the horse-trough, where the ducks quacked and dabbled in the mud all day, were beginning to sing their evening song. Suddenly I heard the pitter-patter of mafiy feet. The road ahead was packed as far as the next turn with sheep. On they came, butting each other from side to side and occasionally baaing querulously. Their even, gray-white backs seemed to pave the road evenly from Side to side, until you began to see, darting back and forth, scores of little lambs. As I watched, two mongrel dogs,, guardians of the flock, came bounding silently along one side. A lamb had strayed up on the bank there and they pounced upon it to turn it back. But one of them bit too deep, and not even pure sheep-dogs are always proof against blood. I saw what would happen in a minute and leaped on the bank. At my approach, the dogs skulked off like a military policeman discovered in a case after closing hours. The lamb lay motionless, blood running from its nose. The Mother* of France.

I called the universal French appeal for someone, anyone—“ Dis done!” and was answered immediately. The sheep huddled stupidly in the road below, in signt of home, while a little girl toiled up the bank. She looked at the lamb dispassionately, kicked it, and it rose to its feet immediately and rushed back to the flock, too frightened almost to bleat Then she called the nearest dog, He pretended not to hear at first, and then crawled up to her on his belly. She held him by one ear, and kicked with all her might at his stomach. He shut

his eyes and screamed for mercy, but never budged. This finished, she let him go, and he squatted behind her, watching what he knew would follow. Then, while it grew darker, she called the other dog, who was now just a shadow on the hillside. She was very, very small, but she was absolutely determined and eventually he came cringing up. The other dog waited till she was through, and then they both raced back to their proper places on either flank of the flock and started to drive the sheep on home. When the dogs stood on their feet without cringing they came up almost to the little girl’s shoulder. I do not think she was more than eight years old. She smiled at me, with the unselfconsciousness of little children, and hastened back to the, flock. I stood there for some time watching her tiny figure striding down the road, driving the flock before her. No one could have any doubt that she would handle any situation which might arise. Of such are the mothers of France.

MOTHER OF MEN

By ALICE WARD BAILEY

of the Vigilantes. Mother of men, do not mourn, They have said that your boys must go. And your empty arms And your soul’s alarms Are now all that life can show — But look at the flag so proudly borne! Mother of men, do not mourn. Mother of men, do not mourn, They are taking your mirth and joy; But gladness comes With the roll of the drums To the heart of each marching boy, While Right and Honor aloft are borne! Mother of men, do not mouni.

Mother of men,.do not mourn, They have broken your heart, you say; And the radiant gleams Of our happy dreams Have all been driven astray— But for Heaven and Earth your cross is borne— Mother of men, do not mourn!

BRAVADO AND THE WAR

By ROBERT GRANT

of the Vigilantes. Recently during an intermission at the movies a performer came out and sang with gusto a song, which pleased the audience about “Pershing Crossing the Rhine.” Every few days one reads headlines in the newspapers proclaiming that nine Americans have repulsed or vanquished 33 Germans. This is baleful talk. Our delay in the production of ships and airplanes and guns may have been unavoidable, seeing that some people are thanking God that the United States entered the war unprepared, but we should at least refrain from bravado, stop boasting of what we are going to do and recognize the gravity of our undertaking. I heard an American officer high in command say not long ago, “If our troops ever reach Berlin, when they come to a certain building—the quarters of the German military staff, let them lift their hats.” He spoke from the point of view of military prowess.

It is meet for Americans to bear in mind that all other wars which they or any other people have fought were child’s play compared with this the most terrible and relentless contest in history, and that their part in it has only just begun. Let us cease to hug the delusion that our troops are “over there” to show the others how to fight and that all will soon be over but the shouting. Let us open our minds to the grim truth that this war which we have pledged ourselves to win is likely to be a supreme test of American energy, endurance and self-sacrifice and to cost thousands of American lives. We are all of the belief that no man is braver than an American, but it is indispensable that we appreciate the quality of the foe against whom we are pitted; that he is the arch-fiend of military competency and power, the ruthless, unwearying embodiment of masterly force and resistance, a monster of resourcefulness such as the world has never seen. The prophecy that Pershing will cross the Rhine had better be postponed until he Arrives in sight of it, and the confidence that two of Uncle Sam’s soldiers can handle three of the enemy be put in cold storage until a later stage of the conflict.

DON’T SELL YOUR BOND

By HAROLD A. LAMB

of the * Your Liberty bond-—-whether it is for SSO or ss,ooo—is your savings. To sell it is to lose you? savings. The longer you keep your bond, the more valuable it is going to be. It does no good to Uncle Sam to subscribe to his loan, and then sell the amount of your subscription. Many of us have strained ourselves to buy the bonds, and necessity may force some of us to get the money back. But the way to do this is not to sell a bond. Dishonest sharpers will take your bonds and give you, say, SBO for the SIOO. If you must have money, go to a reliable bank or broker. They will lend you S9O on the SIOO, and the Interest on your bond will nearly pay the interest on the money they lend you. Then by paying the loan, you can have the bond back. Uncle Sam’s securities are making money for you while you hold them. Two years after the war ends they will be worth —It Is estimated —$110. If the war ends in three years or under you will then be receiving per cent —on the safest investment in the world!

Home Town Helps

WOODEN SHINGLES ALL RIGHT Leading Cities Throughout the Country Have Refused to Forbid Their Use. ■MMWS There are only a dozen «r to of the larger cities where the use of woodeik shingles Is specially barred. At least 45 of the largest cities. Including New' York, Chicago, Philadelphia, Cleveland, San Francisco, Dallas, Tex.;. Detroit, Mich., and-so on down the list even to the national capital, permit the use of wooden shingles within their corporate limits. outside of thecongested zone. “This,” an architect says, “is sufficient proof that the advantages of the wood-shingle roof in residential districts are still recognized. It is rather unfortunate for the logic of some of those most strongly opposed to the use of wooden shingles that they" house their own families under such a roof.” An investigation revealed furtherthat some cities after enduring the results of an anti-shingle ordinance until their patience became exhausted: by the harmful results in the retarding of building operations, either haverepealed or are planning to repeal such ordinances. Houston, Tex., forexample, after having passed through nine months of building repealed its anti-shingle ordinance. In that city is was found that the effect of the ordinance was to retard just 40 per cent of the building of small homes as compared with the corresponding period of the previous yearIn refutation of the claim by themakers of, substitutes that wooden shingles frequently cause great conflagrations, investigation shows that of the 47 fires involving losses of more than $500,000 in 1917 throughout the country, only one occurred in a residence section where wooden shingles predominate.—Exchange.

HAVE PLANNED MODEL TOWNS

Beauty as Well as Utility Considered! by Architects Building Homes for War Workers. Nearly all the towns being built inthe vicinity of war plants will be permanent. So permanent houses of a type satisfactory to the best skilled labor will be built, 100 here, 1,000“ there, and as high as 10,000 in one or two towns and covering whole squaremiles of vacant countryside with pretty little houses, boarding places, stores and theaters, paved streets and all utilities, expertly laid out by the* foremost town planners and architects . in America. - Haste is the main thing in these new towns, but beauty and good taste have* not been forgotten. Planned and built as they are by able men in single largeoperations, they will show to Americans many of the best examples of harmonious real estate developmentswe have yet seen —by far the best housing and neighborhood conditions that American labor has yet enjoyed. The operation at Camden, for instance, will have 2,000 little houses la groups, all in pure and varied colonial architecture, designed by Electus D. Litchfield, free from clashing contrasts of style.

Duluth Sets Good Example.

The cityof Duluth has erected a. schoolhouse and extensive playground on land donated by the housing company. The Gary system of education is applied in this school, which is equipped with auditorium, gymnasium, library, workshops and laboratories. Land has been set aside for a Protestant and a Catholic church. Approximately eight acres have been assigned to use for clubhouse and recreation grounds. The clubhouse and grounds are leased by the housing company to the Morgan Park club, which is composed of employees. A separate club building, or neighborhood house, is provided for people who live in low-rental houses. Aside-from the opportunities for outdoor sport offered in connection w’ith school and clubhouse grounds are baseball and football grounds, tennis courts, a skating rink an<J equipment for boating, bathing and camping. A modern hospital is another feature.

Natural Charms Best

That garden is" best and most pleasing, if it be a large one, that had the most varied charms before the hand of man began to interfere with nature and work at variance with its dictates.

His Position.

“What’s your part in these big drives! Are you one of the drivers?” “Oh, no,” answered the German private soldier; “I am one of the people who are being driven.”

Have Not the Right Touch.

Many gardens are so . out of touch with art and nature that no one feela atr home in them and the owners throughout live in constant wonder as to what is wrong.

When It Grew.

“Our children and the children had a quarrel yesterday ” “Did It amount to much?" “Not until we parents butted lot# It”