Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 217, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 September 1918 — Page 3

THE WOMAN’S PART

By KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN.

Of The Vigilantes

Perhaps because my life has been very much occupied with children and their various needs and interests, the child always looms large in my horizon —the child —that “brings hope with it, and forward looking thoughts." God knows how many war babies bring fear with them in place of hope, end the “forward-looking thoughts” must often he fraught with misgiving. One thing is certain, however, that though Individual mothers here 'and there must of necessity have hearts laden with doubts of the immediate future, there never was a time when child life ought to be so carefully preserved, nourished, guarded, and guided. This is pre-eminently woman’s “part.” Not her only one, for she is proving again and ’again her ability to take, a man’s work when needful, and do it with an unexpected strength and skill and staying power. There are few things left Indeed, that she cannot do, and her activities might be practically boundless were it not for the fact that in the shuffle bf the sexes men cannot perform similar feats of flexibility and become mothers I What Women Are Doing. A great many of our tasks are performed as they have always b.een, rather in the background, though we are more or less dragged into the limelight of responsibility nowadays. (I almost jjppe that we shall not like it so well that we shall never want td work in the quiet places again!) The bearing and regring and saving of children, the conservation of this great life force that the dreary, blood-stained world needs for its hope, its comfort and refreshment, the literal staff on which the future is to lean, this is woman’s most practical contribution to the service of humanity. Make munitions, drive cars, nurse, and succor the wounded, mother the soldier in the camps and canteens —all this must be done, but the child must be kept in mind at every turn. He has a right to be born, to be welcomed, to be loVed and wished for, that homes and hearth fires may not vanish from the earth, and that men and women shall not lack the greatest driving force in the universe, fatherhood and motherhood —the love and care of children. There may come a time when the service flags are taken down because there are no armies battling on the field, no gold stars needed to mark pa-

I. W. W.’s AND “LIBERALS”

By GERTRUDE ATHERTON

Of Vigilantes

It Is a matter of great regret to me, as to many others, that the leaders of the Industrial Workers of the World were not peremptorily courtmartialed and the worst of them as peremptorily shot. The only sort of lawyers that could be induced to defend such vermin will use every legal trick to get them off, and it will take juries of very high intelligence to remain cool and* detached in the face of appeals for liberty, justice, the abominable capitalistic class that is responsible for this rebellion of the outraged proletariat, and all the rest of it. No one will deny that the more ignorant and stupid of the working class have been shamelessly exploited by the great employers of this country. They have been enticed from Europe, or from the Atlantic seaboard, under false pretenses, herded like cattie, forced to live in foul conditions, • and, instead of findipg themselves with the steady job promised them, turned adrift after four months of more or less lucrative work. The capitalist has labored to increase his capital and that of his stockholders, and looked upon the ignorant scum of Europe or the failures among the native-born Americans as he would look upon so much machinery to increase production. Not one of the exploited has ever shown himself capable of rising in the world merits beyond the position of agitator and hater-in-chief of a class to which he would give his eyes to belong. Human Nature la Short-Sighted. Moreover, the manner in which the immigrant has been treated at our ports, even when belonging to the best of his kind, has long been a source of mortification to'every thinking American, and enough to make anarchists of every one of these bewildered and miserable creatures. But this spirit among the powerful and the successful toward the masses is as old as time, and human nature is proverbially short-sighted. In this country where the successful never rest and where success is the goal toward which esery able man strives with all the energy of his being, ‘haunted by the brevity of life; where legislation is lenient, and individualism rampant, this state of affairs has come about in the most natural manner in the world. It would be astonishing if lit had not, human nature being what it [fa. Barring the intervention of-this iwar methods would have grown worse

rental sacrifices, but if a new banner should one day be hung in windows here and there with a star meaning: “Unto us a child is born,' unto us a son is given,” it would be not a flag of sacrifice but still a flag of service and honor. Let us save the children, then, even if the task be carried on humbly, patiently, unostentatiously. All we own, and wear, and are, all that is the outer husk of us, all that is the inner kernel, is being tested in these days. It is as if there were a universal “wash” and only the “fast colors” in life and character were coming out clear and true. In all this the mothers and the fathers, the preachers and the teachers are. a great factor. It is the children who are the seed corn of the future; it is.the boys and girls of today that will -have to endure the terrible reactions of this war and settle the problems that will vex us for years after peace is formally declared. Every man or woman who lends his money to the government in this crisis protects the future of his children; -makes it more certain that America will never repudiate its debts, but pay them as it did after the Civil war, with a speed that gained the world’s applause. All Put Shoulders to Wheel. The children are a definite factor in all our campaigns nowadays. Boy Scouts, Junior Guards, Camp Fire Girls, school children, have all put their shoulders to tha wheel and in being an active part of the movement have grown In wisdom and understanding, self-denial and right use of their slender powers. These are our own American. children, for the most part sheltered, not always indeed from poverty, but at least from more terrible evils. Whenever I buy bonds or War Saving stamps or subscribe to the dozen and one causes forever knocking at the door, I long to give more and more because of the lives of women and children across the seas, innocent lives sacrificed to the relentless war god! —mothers, potential and actual —the mothers who would have replenished the standing armies of the world —and blameless little children who were the hope of the future. Then let us work, sacrifice, give, in memory of their sufferings and the unspeakable anguish in which they groped and bled and starved to death. I do not speak of repaying slaughter with slaughter-vengeance is the Lord’s part —I speak of giving as if we were laying a “sprig of rosemary for remembrance” on those hundreds of little pitiful, upcofflned bodies, that their ihore fortunate brothers and sisters may be saved, fed, clothed, sheltered and educated. Whoever loves a child loves his country; whoever helps a child holds a stake 4n the future of his country; whoever saves a child sits on the seat with Jhe builders of cities and the prophets of lasting peace.

Instead of better, and the result would have been a social upheaval. But the Inevitable result of this war will be a pruning of capitalistic tyranny and a healthy invasion of socialism from the top, to say nothing of the general awakening and desire for the betterment of mankind, which will remove so many of the proletariat grievances that they will not have half a leg to stand on. It is a pity it could not come sooner, but history is history; our war did not come until It was due. Moreover, people, particularly when moderately successful, never rouse themselves to reform until they have received a severe jolt. That, however, is for the future, and there Is only one way to deal with the present problem; exterminate It. When a careless farmer has permitted his fields to be invaded by gophers, rats, rattlesnakes and other vermin, he cannot afford to sit down and reproach himself and invent excuses for the invaders; he makes a clean sweep and kills them off, .sweeps away the formidable menace to his prosperity. Then, a wiser man, he takes measures to keep his fields and granaries free of vermin In the future, and watches unceasingly. But he exterminates first. One Class Without Friends. To reason with an I. W. W. would profit as much as to reason with a rattlesnake, charged with poison and waiting its opportunity to strike. In the first place, what brains , these outlaws ever had not only have deteriorated with class hatred, but they never would have been L W. W’s, if they had had a shred of natural ability, or were not too lazy to work. They must be got rid bf, root and branch. The leaders should either be executed or shut up In asylums for the criminally insane, and the rest either deported or punished. As for the American Liberals who are trying to raise a fund to defend these outcasts, no censure is too harsh for them. They are either German agents, cowardly pacifists, or little groups of woidd-be “intellectuals,” who long to be thought academic,- detached, remote from the vulgar passions that govern mankind in time of war. Well, that is the point We happen to be at war. An attitude that no one would quarrel with In times of peace, for we are quite willing to let inadequately gifted men and women win a little prominence in whatever way they can, when all are living for themselves; they come under the head of menaces or pests when the entire country should be united in a single purpose. No doubt the government will get round to them in time, but if it does not there is an ever worse punishment in store for them, the contempt of, their fellow citizens. They will be outlanders, forced to endure the society of one another to the last of their days. In other words, they will be boycotted. Perhaps they would prefer the word verboten.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

Chaplain Would Exterminate Foe

Baltimore, Md.—Rev. George A. Griffin, a Baltimore Protestant Episcopal clergyman serving as chaplain with the Fifth field artillery, the regiment that fired America’s first shot in the war.has written a letter to Dr. Henry Barton Jacobs, a prominent Baltimorean, which was printed in full in the current issue of the Manufacturers’ Record, in which he discusses at length cruelties inflicted by the Germans upon civilians and soldiers. “I feel,” he says, “that, I express the sentiment of those who have seen and heard over here, when I say that were I in America today,* priest as I am, I should do my best to have put to death any Boche in America or any so-called American who would apologize in any way for what the Boche has done. “All that you have heard in America about them does not approximate the truth. There are little children right here in France with their little stumps of bands; there were some not far from my last camp, and young men with all the fingers of their right hand cut off. The other day a British officer and three Tommies told me that a short time ago they went as an advance party into a little, village from which the Boche had been driven back, and in a large room there were four young Canadians crucified, one on each wall of the room. Torture Young- Girls. “Also, when I was with the British they told me the Boches had taken young Belgian and French girls into their first line trenches and tortured them until their screams made the Scotch and the Canadians so crazed they would go over into the machine gun nests which the Boche had set up, using the women’s screams as a decoy. “And I have it on the word of ,a British officer, that they have stood (the officers) with guns leveled at their men to keep them from going over when the women scream, and being needlessly slaughtered. I cannot tell you what the Tommies told me they found when they drove these hell-fiends out of these positions; it is too awful even to think about. I also have it on the word of one of the greatest French abbes that the Boche were especially instructed to destroy convents —and kill or outrage the nuns —and he says that all through France and Belgium are ruined convents, and that the nuns were given to the soldiers to be outraged 4n camps. “These are not isolated cases nor abnormal conditions which prevail here and there where troops were'Urunk or without restraint. Go along the French or British front, and the only conclusion you arrive at is that they are just the ground principle of Boche efficiency in action. “It is American blood that is flowing now, and God grant it may give America some strength to realize what we are up against. To talk of terms until the Boche is exterminated is to league with Satan for a corner in hell. Privations, sacrifices! What can jrou do at home to compare with what these men of ours are doing over here? Meatless days, wheatless days, sugarless days, good women knitting, benefits for the Red Cross —or all your social diversions with a charitable object sandwiched in! “When you are out on a shell-swept hill and the shells are going by like bats out of hell, as the soldiers say,

CANADIANS MOVING TO THE FRONT LINE

Column of Canadian soldiers moving briskly up to the fighting line to take their tuYn In swatting the Huns.

CHAIN HUNS TO GUNS

They" Don’t Like the Marine Brand of Fighting.

’-Devil Dog** Tells In Letter Home of 1 Some Wonderful Cases of Gameness. Chicago.—Word has been received from Dana B. Thrasher, with the Sixth regiment of the United States marines, telling of the fighting on the west front in France, in which his regiment took, part. The young marine expresses deep admiration for his fellow -fighters and advises a blow in the nose for the man who calls the Y. M. C. A. men slackers. I “I have seen some wonderful cases [of gameness. We were lying in a Iravine oneday when the *Germ’ was shelling. An American fell down on top of us with both legs shot off. All he said was: Tm sorry to bother you Can you beat it?

and it’s dark as the grave, and every man, God bless him! stands strong and true, camouflaging all his own feelings for your sake and for the sake of what he has back home, meatless days and wheatless days, and Liberty bond campaigns seem cheap as your support of him in such an hour. “Loathe the Boche—preach against him—work against him, wherever he is, ostracize him socially and commercially. Take no chance—even though his reputation for loyalty has been a long-standing one. The leopard cannot change his spots—neither can the Boche demon lose his horns. I’m begging you now—as the Boche are trying to murder us—to help wake every one up to the fact that America must realize what the world is facing over here. Can’t you see it —can’t America see it —how everything is hanging in the balance? And I know that the weight which shall cast It down Is when your loathing for the Boche will so burn in you as to make you count nothing—consider nothing—but his extermination.”

Wears Gas Mask Over Cook Stove

By ROY S. DURSTINE.

Paris. —Some day the story of what American women have done over here in France will be written. People will hear, then, about the women who are cooking and baking for the American boys with their helmets and gas masks on the shelf, next the baking powder can. They will learn of the casual heroines who see nothing remarkable in making hot chocolate in shacks where the rain and the snow come in on them through fresh shell holes in the roof. One of the women people will hear about will be Mrs. Clara Simmons. She is as close to the front line here as any woman is permitted to go. For days, during the active fighting just over the hill from her. she was the only woman in the entire area. That didn’t bother her at all. The boys wanted hot chocolate, and she could make it. So there you are. And there she was. She is a little bit of America, of American womanhood, dropped right down in the middle of the fighting zone. She looks more like home to the boys than anything in the world, except a letter. She has no picturesque Ideas about carrying culture and uplift to the soldiers. She’s there to work for them. She works with a huge mixing bowl full of pulverized chocolate, and seven or eight open cans of condensed milk on the table. On the rickety stove where the old fireplace used to be, a great kettle of hot water is simmering. She stirs and pours, and pours and stirs, till the air of the little shack is as fragrant as that of a candy store at home. A convoy of camions rumbles past her door. They are almost at the end of their journey. German territory Isn’t half a dozen kilometers away. Mrs. Simmons knows that, .of course,

“One day we were lying in support and were pretty tired, for we had been in for a good many days. Our lieutenants came back from headquarters and passed the word that for the last three days the newspapers in France. England and the States were full of nothing but the United States marines. We were so glad to hear that that we felt like arising and strolling into Berlin. * “I suppose you are reading about the marines’ successes and telling everybody, *1 told you so.’ I do not like to brag, so I will only say that there may be better fighting men in the world, but up to date no one has ever heard of them. We have been through some hard fighting lately. After the first four days the ‘Germ’ had to chain his men to the guns. “Take off your hat to the Y. M. C. A. If anyone tells you they are slackers, hit him right on the nose. They were up on the line with stretchers and smokes.”

NAVAL OFFICER HONORED

Lieutenant Commander Carpendor of the United States navy, who received the distinguished service order from King George.

but she hums, under her breath, at her work. Even before the hot chocolate is quite ready, the boys begin to arrive. They come in tin hats with gas masks hanging at their sides. Her own helmet and mask are on the shelf behind her. “Hot chocolate ready?’ the first one asks. “All ready,” she says, as she stirs it with her long spoon. She fills one of the tin cups from the mantelpiece. “Um-m-m!” says the youngster. “That’s good and thick. Give us a package of cookies.” He takes his tin cup and his cookies to an empty packing box in the corner, sits down, and feasts slowly and luxuriously. Another boy is at the board that serves as a counter. Gives the Hor.ie Touch. Some of the boys stop to gossip, when the edge is taken off their thirsts and hungers. “Remember Bill Johnson?” they ask Mrs. Simmons. She does. He was the boy who always took three cups of chocolate. 4 ., "He won’t any more for awhile,” they tell her. “Stopped one in the leg last night. “Oh, that’s too bad!” she says, just the way she would say it at home if she. heard that Johnnie had the measles. That’s the thing about Mrs. Simmons and such women. She brings to the boys a constant reminder of the women they have left behind, of their mothers and their sisters, and their wives. She talks In the most casual American way about things that are neither casual nor American. After the last of her soldiers has put on his tin hat and gone down the hill into the valley* from which they start for their outposts, she begins talking very simply about het work. “There is not a mother or wife or sister of any one of these boys who wouldn’t give all she has to be where I am today,” she says. “Just think what a privilege it is to talk to them, and to see that they are well and happy, and that their clothes are whole. Women, you know, worry most about their uncertainties. If 1 could only tell the people who are worrying about these boys how husky and cheerful their youngsters are 1 That’s what would make them happft Every time t get tired, I just think how many thousands of women would be the happiest persons on earth if they could be where I am. Oh, it’s great 1”

Thirsty Thieves Busy.

Asheville, N. C. —Despite a watchman and a triple-locked “safety” door, thirsty thieves recently obtained 75 pint flasks of contraband whisky from the steel storage cage in the United States marshal’s office here, leaving no clew,

FLIP OF COIN LEADS TO DEATH OVER THERE

Wheeling, W. Va.—Edward F. Bowman, nineteen, is dead in France as the resplt of a flip of a coin. Bowman enlisted in the army in May, 1917, after he and a friend had tossed a nickel to determine which one would enter the service. Bowman called the turn and was a soldier a few days later.

City Adopts War Orphan.

Carbondale, lIL-yThe.city of Carbondale has adopted a French war orphan. It will be provided for from city fnnds. It IB believed to be the first adoption of its kind in Illinois. In the base of a new electric hand lantern is < generator that Is driven by clock work so that it may receive current away from a regular source of supply.

THE DENT’ST'S TROUBLES.

1.1 I -S> The dentist has his troubles. After working on a woman who had an extravagant coiffure to impede Mir progress and handicap his manipulations, Dr. Puilem (right name withheld by-advertising department} sighed ids relief and motioned for her to arise. The woman pulled herself together, looked into a mirror, and then again seated herself in the chair. “I am all through with your teeth,* the dentist said. "I know,” the woman answered, “but aren’t you going to fix up miy hair?’—-Youngstown Telegram.

Generally Useful.

Mrs. Rankin —Mrs. Glddigad says she takes a lot of comfort out of their new maid. Mrs. Phyle—But isn’t a maid a great expense to a person in her circumstances? “Yes, but she says she get’s her money’s worth.” “How?" “The girl is so pretty both of them always get seats on the street cars,”

Couldn’t Follow Suit.

“Well,” remarked the facetious person, "do you believe in the old saying, ‘When in, Rome do as the Romans do?’* ’ “No,” replied the widely traveled man. “1 am an adaptable person as a rule, but I was once the unwilling guest of some cannibals on an island in the Pacific, and I couldn’t do as those particular ’Romans’ .did when they sat down to a banquet”

Tough Luck.

His wife had followed him across to be a Red Cross nurse. During a bit of German strafing he fell wounded and woke up several hours later in a field hospital. His wife was bending over him. “Ain’t that just my luck, Jenny?’ he murmured. “With all the pretty nurses there are over here to look after the soldiers I had to draw you.”

Woman’s Destiny.

"Musi be a terrible job.” “What?” “That of a lady lion tamer." “Naw; every woman is a born Hon tamer, only most of them have to take it out in bossing a shrimp of a husband. Only occasionally does one get a chance to boss something worthy of her whip.”

NO SCORCHING.

First Autoist—l was out in my new auto today and got arrested. Second Autoist Exceeding the speed limit, eh? First Autoist —No, the blame thing wouldn’t hardly go at all. I was arrested for blocking the traffic.

A Superior Mortal.

His style of dress shows some neglect He’s not an overnice man, But, oh, I treat him with respect. Because he is the iceman.

Her Object

"Gladys changed countenance when I saw >er at the beauty doctor’s.” “Naturally; that is what she went to the beauty doctor for.”

A Real Spouter.

“So you lost out on that oil speculation. Why, I thought the broker told you they had a gusher.” "So he did, but he must have referred to the man who wrote the prospectus.”

The Joy of Criticism.

. “Don’t find fault with a man unless you think you could do as well If you were in his place.” “What do you want to. do? Take alt the fun out of watching a baseball game?"

Somewhat Dubious.

"Can’t I have my uncle restrained on a lunacy charger’ “I fear not.” , "He’s burning up his money.” "We might try to get a warrant for arson,” suggested the young lawyer doubtfully.

Disconcerted.

"Where’s Flubdub?” began the head the firm. “I can’t find him.” ~~ "He’s at his post of duty.” “I’m. I never thought of looking for him there.”

Effort That Availed.

"So at last you have made literature profitable.” “Yes,” replied Mr. Penwiggle., *1 never sold many compositions. But I kept plugging away copying my own stuff till now I can command firstrate compensation as a typist.”

Professional Advice.

“And what did the doctor say about yer eyes, Pat?" "Bedad, he said it’s such a condition they’re in OiTl have to kape off thim ter a week.”