Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 197, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 August 1918 — Page 3

WHAT CAN WE DO?

In its Issue of July 8, IVIB, the Red Cross Bulletin, issued at Washington, has the following account of the heroism of Red Cross nurses under fire: “Private A. C. McLeod, the first American soldier to be wounded in France, was hurt when the-'Germans bombed a Red Cross hospital. He owes his life, he believes, to the Red Cross nurse who stuck by him in the shattered ward, and saw that he had prompt surgical attention. Two of the nurses were wounded by the same bomb that hurt Mr. McLeod, but the rest of the women, it was stated, were as cool as the men. Here is his own story in which it will be noticed the Red CroSb nurse Is given the principal place: “ ‘Our li’ospltal, a British-American one in Flanders, was bombed the night of September 4, last I was working in this hospital, at which I had been assigned to the transportation section. The patients who could do so went to the bomb-proof cellar when the air raid opened, but there were, a number of soldiers so badly wounded that they could not be moved. A number of nurses stayed with the soldiers, and I remained to help. “ ‘Suddenly, a bomb made a direct hit and exploded nearby. It pretty nearly cleaned out the hospital. My legs were smashed to a pulp and I was raving with pain. I won’t describe the scene about me, for that would be too hor-

rible. A nurse stayed by my side. She stuck to me and saw that I had prompt attention, and I probably owe my life to the Immediate amputation which was ordered. The bombing of this hospital cost one nurse an eye, and another a foot. The rest of the nurses ■were as cool as the men. I can’t say too much for the work of the American Red Cross In France.’ ” Here is something from the Central Division Bulletin, published at Chicago, which needs to be considered just now: Willing Workers Only. “The growing seriousness of conditions respecting transportation, housing, et cetera, prompt the suggestion

Equipped for Beach and Swimming

Little children take to the water like ducklings and ought to be given a chance to learn to swim, wherever their lot may be cast. This Is an essential part of their education and might well be a part of public school instruction, as gymnastics are, since safety and assurance and pleasure In the water in after life depend upon it Some youngsters learn so early that they hardly remember the time. Boys, who like to travel in gangs, shift for themselves if - there is any water in walking distance that will give them a chance for water sports, and teach one another how to swim, often by heroic methods. Girls make fine swimmers, and certainly ought to be given a chance to learn at the earliest time possible. Nearly all the bathing suits for girls under fourteen are made like the knitted wool suit shown in the picture. The body and the short and narrow hut elastic skirt are in one piece—the body long-walsted. Separate, close-fitting trunks are stitched the body, a little below the normal waistline, and the suit buttons on one shoulder with two rather large bone buttons. Caps to be worn in the water are of rubber cloth, and made in light colors and fanciful ways. They serve to distinguish their little wearers’ heads among

that the war countries of Europe are no place at present for persons without definite business of actual value to war or war relief work. “The war council of the American Red Cross announces that ‘the Red Cross commissions abroad do not desire any person to enter into foreign service except upon the explicit understanding that they shall be ready at any and all times to undertake any service gnd in any place, subject to the control and direction of the Red Cross officials under whom they are serving; and that, until further order by the war council, no person shall be sent to service with the Red Cross abroad for the purpose merely of inspecting the work, with the Intention of using the results of such inspection for lecture or literary material.’ ”

White Silk Veils.

Pure silk veils in white, rather coarse mesh, come in large rectangular shape, to be thrown gracefully over the brim of summer sailors; the mesh, quite open over the face and hat, grows finer at the bottom of the veil, and a sprawling flower design is woven into this finer mesh. These white silk veils give a dressy effect to the sport or semisport costume, and they are very graceful, floating about in a summer breeze. Best of all, they may be washed in soap and water and dried in one’s room overnight. If pinned out while damp over a pillow they require no ironing.

White Stock Favored.

For, although the colored organdie collar-and-cuff set prevails, It is not the only type of neckwear In vogue at present. Very different from it, but equally popular, perhaps, is the severe, high, white stock now in fashion. This stock Is made from heavy material —usually linen or duck; It is uncomfortably high, and is fitted with two strips at the back which are to be brought around to the front, looped over once and held In place with a stick pin or snapper.

many others when the beaches are crowded, as well as keep the hair dry.

Many df the suits are blue, with bands in white and in strong colors. Bright green, banded with white, and bright orange banded with black are favorites this season. With these usually there are rubber caps to match, made in many ways, so that watching mothers may easily keep an eye on the particular head that is her care. Most youngsters are barefooted unless the beach is rocky, in which case soft cloth shoes protect them. Some suits are provided with a knitted sash,, matching its border in color, and finished with yarn tassels, but it is merely for ornament and not needed. It is a pretty embellishment, however, that gives tone to the plain little suit, as may be gathered from the picture.

Creating Space.

By creating legitimate places for possessions that otherwise would be out of place one can gain an effect of spaciousness and order, and give even small dty -quarters the capacity to hold a great deal without seeming crowded.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER, IND.

Larry’s Lighthouse

By JOHN TRENT

(Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) When Larry Delmore was ten years old he had stood on the beach at Quetchet and flung a taunt at,the little girl with flaming red hair who had wrinkled her nose at him. “Redhead!” taunted Larry ungallantly. “Lighthouse 1" he added, as the little girl pulled her white sunbonnet over her gorgeous curls and scurried away to her nurse. “Nurse 1” pouted Jean. “Am I a lighthouse because my hair is red?” “No—no—Miss Jean,” laughed nurse, looking up from her sewing; “your hair is very pretty, indeed, just like your mamma’s; you musn’t mind what that naughty little Delmore boy says!” “I shan’t mind a bit,” said Jean, comforted; but in spite of her resolution the memory of the taunt lingered and rankled, so that as the years went by she grew positively to dislike the name of Delmore —especially Larry Delmore —and she was always hearing it, although they never met after that cummer. Larry Delmore was the sort of young man whose name Is always confronting one. He excelled In everything. He was honor man of his class at college, a famous halfback, the driver of a winning automobile in a famous race, an aviator, a musician, and last, but not least, an excellent business man. Jean Lloyd heard of these things In her remote boarding school and later at the fashionable finishing school, but always she discounted his cleverness by her bitter recollection of his taunt that midsummer day 15 years ago. “I could never endure him,” she told her best friend one day. “A horrid, grubby little tow-headed boy! I can fancy just how disagreeable he must bp now.”

Miriam Smith looked wide-eyed at Jean. “Haven’t you met him since then?” she wondered. Jean shook her glorious, ruddycrowned head. From his‘towering height Larry Delmore looked across the hotel ballroom and saw a tall, graceful girl gowned In white. About her snowy throat was twisted a wonderful string of pearls, and, save for the high-piled masses of her hair, there was not a bit of color about her. “Who is that girl?” he asked the first man he met. The man glanced in the direction Indicated by Larry’s eager gray eyes. “Ton mean the one with golden hair?” he asked. “No, no,” protested Larry, “the tall girl in white —the girl with auburn hair.”

“Oh, you mean Miss Lloyd—Jean Lloyd. May I present you?” “Not just now,” decided Larry, and for some inexplicable reason he turned his back on Miss Lloyd’s beautiful face and wandered out to the balcony. “There is something very striking about that girl,” thought Larry, plucking at the geraniums In the flower boxes. “Confounded funny feeling I had when Morton offered to introduce me. I wanted to go like the dickens, but —somehow, she had such a haughty poise to her head that I’m deucedly afraid she wouldn’t be as charming as she looked. I’m going to find out later.”

When ha returned to the ballroom Miss Lloyd had disappeared, and he saw her no more that night. By careful Inquiry he learned that she and her father were stopping at the Quetchet hotel for the season. The next morning he arose with the sun and went down to the ocean for his early swim. He had the beach to himself save for one lone, swimmer who was breasting the surf with easy grace. It was a woman wearing a red bathing cap he decided at first. A further inspection revealed that the glistening copper glory was crowning the head of Jean Lloyd and that her head was uncovered. So Larry plunged - into the sea and disported himself like a young porpoise. Larry Delmore was a swimmer of note in addition to his other accomplishments, and when he saw Miss Lloyd’s glowing head turned steadily out at sea while the flash of her white arms cut the blue-green surface of the waves like a veritable mermaid, he followed her, in the masculine spirit not to be outdone by a mere woman. But the water was cold that morning and perhaps Mr. Delmore was not up to his usual form; at any rate, he suddenly stopped his long; steady strokes, blanched at the agonizing cramp that seized his limbs, uttered a low cry of alarm and went down. The girl heard the cry and turned just as he disappeared. When he came up she was calling to him to hold up —that she was coming—coming— I Through the flying spray and the rocking green and white of the waves he caught the glimpse of her red hair and her white face coming nearer. When he rose to the surface again, still writhing in that awful cramp, it was to see the solacing red of her hair dose beside him, to feel the support of her arms under his shoulders. y "i “r cannot carry you in,” she panted, “but I can hold you up until help comes. Can you shout?” He nodded afid shouted hoarsely. A boat put hastily off from shore and two or three life-savers took them in. “I deciare, if tt isn’t Mr. Delmore!”

marveled one of the men as h« applied a flask to Larry's paie lips. Jean, white and exhausted, sat up and looked at the young giant she had rescued. Was it possible that this handsome blond youth had been the tow-headed little boy whose taunt had rankled so long? It could not be possible that she, Jean Lloyd, had been the means of saving this champion swimmer’s life! . . • About that time Jean fainted away, and It was a half hour later In her own rr>om at the hotel that she sat up In bed, warm and dry, and uttered a remark that caused her worried father to stare.

“I suppose I must have looked like a lighthouse to Mr. Delmore,” she said. “Then you are all right, my dear?” asked Mr. Lloyd. “Right as can be, daddy,” she smiled. It was late in the afternoon when Larry Delmore was admitted to the Lloyds’ private parlor to express his gratitude. Jean, pale and lovely, met him with a curious look in her eyes. ' Larry stumbllngly expressed his thanks. No man, he declared afterward, could govern his tongue while thatvislonsmiledathim. “You looked like an angel to me,” he finished in a rush of words; “you were a .lighthouse of hope, toward which I tried to swim!”

Jean laughed musically. Her eyes sparkled. “Do you know, Mr. Delmore, that this Is not the first time you have referred to my hair by calling me a lighthouse?” “Oh, you don’t understand,” he protested. “I never thought of your lovely hair. I swear I never saw anything save your eyes, and those are blue. You never heard of a blue light—” “No, I never did,” -Interrupted Jean, “but I have been on Quetchet beach before, Mr. Delmore. Fifteen years agp I was a five-year-old girl with red curls; you were a tow-headed boy who called me a lighthouse, because of the color of my hair. I’ve hated you ever since,” she ended calmly. Larry Delmore stared. “I remember,” he confessed. “I was a little duffer in those days. Believe me, Miss Lloyd, I’ve gotten over it, really! I recollect that you pulled your sunbonnet down over your curls and ran away crying. I was ashamed of myself. Why didn’t you slap me?” Jean laughed, and with her laughter went the last flicker of her smoldering resentment toward Larry Delmore.

One morning he Went down to the sea again and as it had happened before he saw Jean’s head far out in the surf. He plunged into the water and soon came up with her. They faced each other in the golden glory of a new day. "Jean,” he said quietly, ‘Tm going to call you my lighthouse once more. You have shown me a safe harbor of love; the light of your eyes has guarded its entrance. Shall I have a safe voyage home?” And the steady glance of her eyes wavered for a moment and then met his fairly. Their first kiss was bathed in the golden rays of the rising sun.

Albert Puts One Over.

"Albert,” says his wife, severely, “I am very much grieved at your deception. You have always led me to believe that your Green Cloth club was a highbrow literary society. But this paper says’ ‘The chief of police has said that unless there is some change in the secretive tactics of the Green Cloth club the place will be raided. The doors to the place are always locked to those outside the pale, but the click of the Ivories can be plainly heard.’ ”

“Great Scott, Maria, they’ve got us wrong. ‘Click of the ivories,’ eh? Why that’s our officers getting their heads together.” But Albert went out silently and swiftly that he might be safe from embarrassing questions.

Her Proposal.

“Pd like to go to the circus,” said the young man. “Well, why don’t you go?” replied the sweet young thing. “I haven’t any little boy who wants to go.” “But suppose you 1 knew a little girl who wanted to go?” "Well, if she was my little girl Pd take her." "Come on. Let’s go.”

With Daughter’s Voice.

. Mrs. Suddenriches—Frankly, now, what do you think of my daughter’s JSfrs. Speeker-Mynde—l think it was the key. Mrs. Suddenriches —That’s what I thought, but that seems to happen every place we go. It’s a wonder people wouldn’t get their pianos tuned occasionally.

Allowed to Unbend.

Sergeant (in. a colored rainbow)— Yaas, ma’am, we fought han’ to han* foh foh days and foh nights. Interested Old Lady—l don’t see how you stood the tension. Sergeant—Wall, you see, ma’am, we don’ stan’ at ’tention when we’s flghtin’.—Cartoons Magazine.

No Need.

"My dear lady, do you teach your children always to look up?” "I don’t have, to, now there are so many airplanes flying around.”

Ouch!

Mr. Gusherly—Miss Gabird is a manysided young woman, don’t you think so? Miss Rutting—Yes, principally peroxided.

Crowd Forced School Janitor to Kiss the Flag I NDIANAPOLIS.—EmpIoyees of the Nordyke & Marmon company’s plant, said to have been 500 strong, and headed by a group of soldiers on duty at the plant, placed an American flag on a house occupied by Charles E.

Heckman, 1404 Sliver avenue, after Heckman had been forced to salute and kiss the flag, according to the employees. Heckman, the workers say, was reported to have made the assertion that he “would not have the flag on his house and would shoot the first man who tried to arrest him or put a flag on his house." Before the flag was hoisted on his home Heckman declared his loyalty to the United States, said some of the

men in the crowd who went to his home. Heckman, the workers say, is the janitor at public school No. 8, York and Silver street. One man employed at the Nordyke & Marmon plant said neighbors reported at the plant that Heckman had placed the school flag on Its staff upside down on more than one occasion. In the angry crowd that went to Heckman’s home and later to the school building, where he was found, were a number of women and girls. There were threats of violence, It was said, but the soldiers took charge of the situation and released Heckman after he had kissed the flag. Herbert Foltz, president of the board of school commissioners, said the board would make an investigation <Jf the reported action of Heckman and. If the reports are found to be true, “quick action will be taken by the board.” “Sucha thing as that will not be tolerated for a minute,” Mr. Fqltz said. "If the janitor has done and said the things he Is charged with he will be dismissed at once.”

Tire Salesman Had a Perfectly Corking Good Time

KANSAS ClTY.—“Stick” Stanley Is no common crook, he says. He’s a salesman. Every Sunday he takes his little notebook and circulates among chauffeurs and motorcar owners, taking orders for tires. In his little

months ago on a similar charge, “Stick” pleaded that. be be allowed to join, the navy. He was fined and permission granted. The navy refused to take him, wltlidils police record. Today he made a similar plea, asking he be allowed to join the army. Judge Clark fined “Stick” SIOO and gave him to July 15 to leave town or get into some useful work. Else a sentence of 200 days on the municipal farm awaits the tire “salesman.” - . ■ Stanley said he had a job in Kansas that he could take and that he’d leave at once. He said he thought he’d wait for the draft to come around to him. “Stick” is twenty-seven years old and has spent some of that time on the municipal farm and in the county jail. He. was arrested with his little notebook at Eighth street and Grand avenue by Patrick Thornton, patrolman. . \

Seemed Like Large Sum, but It Was Phony

CHICAGO.— Judge John J. Gregory held $5,000 in his hands for five minutes the other day. It belonged to William Fillman, whose wife, Jeanette, seeks a divorce and alimony. They live at 1722 Kinnickinnic avenue, in a homo owned by the defendant. He testified

he and his wife did ndt agree, and all the money he had was about S6OO in . the bank and sls a week he drew from 1 a machine shop he owns. “He had $7,000 in cash only the other day. I helped him to count,” exclaimed Mrs. Fillman. The judge looked serious and asked: “Is that so, Fillman?” Fillman repliqfl: “We sure did count the money. It was $6,800. She counted SI,BOO and I counted the other

$5,000, and may it please your honor I will make you a present of it” And, suiting the action to his words, William pulled a role of SSO bills from his back pocket and handed them to the judge. ““ Lawyers on both sides gasped. Judge Gregory said he had never had so much money before and then he started to count it It was stage money! William explained he had to do things like that to appease his wife, whd always wanted money. The two have been married 18 years and Judge Gregory told them to come back in a day or two and meet him in chambers. “You two folks ought to make up and be happy,” he said.

Captain’s Head Is Bald, but Not From Gas Attack

KANSAS CITY.—“I haven’t a blade of hair on my head,” wrote Capt. Hughes Knight, son of W. W. Knight, chairman of the draft board of division two. It was a letter telling of his complete recovery in a hospital after a gas attack. “Tm well and

said he did not. Mr. Knight visited Dr. Lester Hall. “Can’t you give us some hope that he won’t always be shorn?” he asked of the physician. “I have never heard of this condition,” replied Doctor Halt Still disturbed, Mrs. Knight mentioned the fact to a neighbor who has sons in the trenches. , “Don’t worry,” she said. “They shave their heads in the hospitals to get rid of cooties.” A subsequent letter has verified the fact that this is the extent of the injuries to Captain Knight Between enemy bullets and persistent and Irritating cooties, it can hardly ba said with truth that the soldier’s life is one continuous round of happiness.

IN THE CITIES

book he marks the size of the tire required and identifies the purchaser by some system of his own. Later in the week he delivers the tires. During the week he steals them, he admitted before Judge Charles H. Clark in the North side court. “Stick” Stanley knows practically every policeman on the force, in a personal, intimate way. His record, stajted in an offhand way, embraces some 150 I to 200 separate arrests for petty thefts. When he appeared in court several

strong except for this disfigurement,” he continued. Mr. and Mrs. Knight were disturbed over this announcement. “I wonder if it will be for life,” worried Mrs. Knight. Mr. Knight met Dr. W. F. Morrow on the street. “My boy hasn’t a hair on his head,” he said. “Do you know whether it will grow again or what the effect of gas in this way is?” Doctor Morrow