Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 January 1919 — Page 2

Jones Gets a Raise

By IMES MACDONALD

(Copyright, 191 S, bv' McClure Newspaper ■. Syndicated < ' ' Young Mr, Jones reached over and gave his adding machine a few tcntaerie.) Fiyq yours out of a mid western college. anti David R. Jones had little Io boast of hi the-way of achhwemeut. He had been ambitious," but eager and enthusiastic" application to his job"for five long years had failed to lift him out of the clerics <.'lns.y ’ When he hgd taken flic job in answer to an advertisement lie bad been ' assured of “rapid "ndvnn<'einent~]rnrt“ :t~ future for-fhe right man.’’ But fie was still doing the same work he had boon j doing affer his first three months with the company. He had stuck to one job with sincere and .industrious purI»ose without its bringing him anything in the way of advancement—and WOW that it was June again the pros pect of 4inot her long, hot summer in J. that office galled him. With a thoughtful air he withdrew from his wallet a clipping which he had torn front his jiewspaper on (he, way downtown in the subway that morning. "WANTED—Athletic young man as boatman bn- gentleman's estate. Connecticut shore. ’Must be ♦•Xpert swimmer—know motorboats, Sailboats and canoes —make repairs and be generally , usefuEand obliging: SOO inonthlvTrmt 2 board. See Mrs. Agnes Turner between 10 and 12 Tuesday, Hotel Ark* wright-” And after he had read the ad through once more young Mr. Jones arose from his desk and entered the private office of his great -and exclusive boss, the well-known Mr. Henry I*. Riggs. Mr. Riggs, or “Old H. 1’..” us he was called in the outer office, stared at the impulsive Mr. Jones with surly surprise. The privacy of his domain had never before been so violated. “Well?” he demanded. Tm Jones," said Jones, "David R. Jones. I've been with this company —Trveyears. I have a fair education, a ’ certain amount of brains and some ability. When 1 came here 1 was promised rapid advancement and a future. and before I die of old age at $A> a week Ethought I'd mt into the matter with you.” "Well?” repeated Old H. P. sourly. "I want a man's job and $3,000 a year from today or I’m through.” Old H. P. glared, and the barest crinkle of a sarcastic smile puckered up one corner of his mouth. “You’re through, all right!" he agreed, "and you won’t find three-lhousand-dollar jobs hanging on trees around (fits town, young man.” "Anyway," grinned Jones pffnbty, "1 don't intend to hang on this tree till l‘m rotten. There are plenty of other trees growing in the orchard of Man- : hat tan.” “Very well.” growled Old H. I’., turn- , ing back to his desk. •’But if you don 1 get your fancy job you can have your old one here any time before the first • of September ho flung over his should, def. “Huh!” he grunted a few days later when the incident recurred to him. “The young squirt ’ And 1 was proud . .of fifteen a week al his age’” - But at that very moment David R. . Jones, -riairin a sleevelessand” an old pain of flannel trousers. - was tuning up the engine of a high-powered motorboat up on the Connecticut shore. I “Hello, boatman!” shouted a voice above the din, and Jones looked up to see a smiling face peering at him over the edge of the dock: She swung her legs over the side and turned ur.ihnd with the intention of sliding dqwn backwards to the deck of the boat, some six feet below. Her skirt caught on a bolt, but she kept right on sliding till the modest Mr. Jones was compelled to turn his face away. ’ "Unhook me.'’~she finally wailed indignantly. Am,! Junes, .wiping his dirty - lu'.nds op a piece of waste, reached up obediently. and unhooked her. setting her safely on her feet with a grin. “My—my corning was quite a revelation, wasn't it?” she said demurely, the colqr deepening in her cheeks. Biit Jones had pretended not to no* ttce. although the nice mvn~who pretend never to notice are the very ones wh.q.never miss anything/ “Who might you be?” he asked pleasantly. “I'm Lotta, the youngest.” she laughed. “Carlotta Riggs, you know. We only got'here just a little while ago— Louise and Nina* and Aunt Agnes. Aunty says; you ,impressed her'very favorably at your interview in town,’and she thinks you’re going to be a very nice boatman. What*s your name?”-—-And from that day forth David R. Jones was Letta’s very own. She appropriated him as something sen; .to her by the. gods for her own especial .jdeasure ttnd amusement. Together they painted the boats—mended the dork— rebuilt the flopt. Sturdily she worked, at his side, .and Jn between rimes they swam together.' If the rest of the family noticed it at all .they, merely passed it off with a shrug—for after alt Lotta was only a kid. but—- ' The .day H. P. Jliggs was expected pp to spend a week with his family, ~l>4f><f aud Jones,, wear across the bay Hie- mottyhoat to meet bint; and he j ... l-rnuuy young boatman by his daUgle let.,* At first, he did not, recognize #wies, but the way Lotta hovered over

that young men drew her father's un divided attention and disapproval—and while he _ glewcredover his-danehter's so apparent affection for his erstwhile clerk, Jones' identity registered itself on his brujn.really- a- bnattnan, jdalned Lotta to her father that night at the dinner table, “Iles ju-T a very ~nrco~ybung man who worked Ill's head .off live whole years for ii grouchy old ~mnp who wouldn't give hlm-a chunoe. &i Da\y imide up his mind to have a ' vacation (his summer and find a better job next fall.” (3 -And as -usual .Ijoiln-hirrrh-tl- through 1 >!' 'iilup’r a'ud slipped down to the l>< :'ch' and I':n '.Join s. "Why, darn it all !" said' Davy. a few minutes later. "You shouldn't have d him that. Your father was the MU guy .who wouldn’t give- me a - -yh afi.ee— —— ; - And Lotta sat back against an uptut ned boat ip "Mean old tljAig!" site -sti-id- disrespect fully, with , visions in her young mimt of putting j it over on her father. Tin n she lean- j , e<l her slim length against Davy Jones, j with- one hand curled beliind'his neck —-ami if you've ever had anyone you loved standing as Lotta was. b<-gging tn.he kissed, you probably know just x\liat Jones did about it. ■ —“Xtnro the ywyHTsrittyn m vy dear. I’ve been“Avantitig you to kiss me.” vas saying. as the glow of < >ld H.’l’.'s cigar came around tin* corner of the boathouse. For a niotm nt he stopped and 'watched the two who stood so close together there, his <lauglitor ami Davy Jones —then he ..walked owr- and faced them grimly. old job back again," said H. I’. Riggsto the startled Mr. Jones. “When a mnn's married he ra+lrer- needs h -Job. doesn't he? But the, two of you can't live on thirty-five a week.” ■ ~"Lrrtta "we can." grinned Joncs. hugging that willing young, woman just a bit closer —and then he bluffed a little. “However, we won’t have to. I’m starting with Rogers. Wyman & Co., the first of September at $3,500 a year." Whereupon Lotta squeezed his arm nnd eyed her father hostilely. For a moment H. I’. Riggs withstood that Lgtance and then he extended his hand with a grin. "On the contrary, Dave,” he said almost genially, “you’re starting with 11. P. Riggs & Co. at $5.000 —and eventually. h —n partnerslilp” “——*— _ And then Lotta- graciously transrferreff one of Davy Jnnes’ kisses to her father and back again.

DESIGNED FOR THE CURIOUS

Not Hard to Trace Origin and Reason for the Gazebo in Architectural Designs. No name -could be more descriptive than gazeho for a building, whether it assmhe the form of a tower or balcony. which was erected for the ptirjWse of enAhling-nnyono t<> gaze al>«mt: and there is no need to hunt through the pages of a dictionary for the origin of so obvious a tenn. Curiqsity is common to the race, and contrivances of all kinds have been called for throughout the ages, and will continue to be, to enable people to pry into their mii'hbor?.' I'fiiirs; and architectural solmiens of the problem, must always be as interesting as they- have frequently proved most picturesque. I>itubtless in“fhe remotest antiquity such means of prying were in vogue, and" The hanging gardens of Babylon may have presented replicas of the towers of Kent or Chambers; but we M’fn go“no further back for-examples than Pliny's viTTa as Laurentum: The Plinys, as we know, were of if very inquiring turn of mind, and lire most appropriately commemorated at Como, their supposed birthplace, on the west front of the cathedral, by a sculptured representation' of each engaged in looking out of a window. Thus it was that when Pliny the Younger built his celebrated villa he gave it two towers, and as they could be used neither for defense in such a place nor for smoking rooms at such a period. Ave can only suppose them to have been erected to serve as gazebos where he could loj>k into the grounds of, his neighbors and 'watch their incomings, and otitgo’ings.— J, Travenor Perry in Architect (England).

Joe’s Mistake.

Six-year-old Joe had the influenza. Knowing that Aunt Anne always brought gifts to her sick nephews and .nieces he expressed < a desire to see Tier. She Came and brought with her -severaTTbys books, Eight-year-old Virginia and Aunt Anne were both at Joe's bedside when ’mother brought ■in his medicinei Joe fretted against taking"lt, and Aunt Anne generously offered; “If you’ll take it like a little man nuntie will get you a new snbiicr's ‘ :ip.” -b- [ironilsed. A few minutes later in the “diningrov»m> adjoining the sick room she heard The gift discussed. “Y’qu didn’t, take ,on enough. Joe,” Virginia was criticizing her brother. “If you bad cried loud like everything you'd a got a whole suit of clothes.” „

Good From Alchemy.

The philosrqdier's stone never existed except hYpotheticaHy in the imagination of credulous humanity. But oirt' of the efforts of many thoughtful men the present has grown with its enlightened views and fuller knowledge. Alchemy.; aithonghy-tn many respects a remarkable example of the extent to which human reason may interest. It brought to view inany led.J<vtiie discovery of inany facts of great importance during its strange and devious career.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER, IND/

Quick Change in Style of Gowns

f New York.—lt is time to change a few things in women’s apparel, asserts a prominent fashion authority. Women are leaping from uniforms into medieval gowns of gold, and crystal, and tulje in brilliant colors, an<l into smashing furs and red street apparel. There are significant changes working up from the ground. Tht io is the new decolletago wtpeh was prophesied in this department weeks ago and which is coming into view: as smart women .exploit it. Half a, dozen .new ways of cutting tTTe .neckiirie liaye_ leaped into eXistf-nce and a dozen new collars claim the blue ribbon of ex-, cellence. No matter whether we dress : dil'fiyreiitly about the liips and feet, !we are' -dressilrg, tied <ted!>>-d+rTeten lly I about the fieCk and even the wrists. It is in these significant changes thin, the great muss of omen tire interested who do notTeel tbatrthey -cani afford entirely new gowns for the midseason. Tile artist who said, that all changes in fashions for women consisted in the placement of the bulg< . or the absence of it, should haye„ added that the open spaces in cosytimes were second in importance. Cut to the bone, there is no doubt that he was right. The contour is the thing. It hr- where a garment goes In or out that ..determines Jts fashion. Few women there are who arebrave enough to go against the contour of the hour, even though it may not suggest the best there is in their figures. New Decolletage; L ~ The change in the neckline is perhaps the most important to the average woman. She has belief in herself when it comes to cutting a new kind of neckline. She feels that a good pair of scissors may be the medium of transforming an old gown into a new gown by the simple process of turning an oblong neck into a round one,., a square one, or a U-shaped one.

V-shaped decolletage in back of a black velvet evening gown which is cut high in front. This idea is worked out in many types of gowns, even those for street. Delta decolletage shown in new brocade evening gown in white and gold. This neckline originated in the Elizabethan days.

All history, is filled with rapid changes in the heckline, and so far have not had anything new. We have rufig the bells of history all over again. That is all. When Edward II was king of England the women wore the georgette. which wrinkled about and spread outward over the chin and the hack of the head. This was introduced to fashion a few years agg. through a dancer and her clever designer. It is still worn by women who go motoring, and they make it of darkblue crepe or veiling, rather than of white satin. When II was king his French brought over the fashion of the low neck, and so; after centuries, women dropped the neckband of the gowtf from chin to collar bone. When Elizabeth was queen of England the delta decolletage was invented, and it ran along with another neckline that exposed all the chest and half the shoulders; and then, as' if by a sudden spasm of prudery, hid the neck and ears by an immense ruff. S When James I v came to the throne of England his queen introduced the very decollete, tight bodice with its immense, flaring' collar of wired lace at the back, ,and when Charles I allowed Henriette of France to lend the fashions for his court, there -was the low, round neckline that dipped well downward in the back and was finished with a deep vandyke collar that extended over the sleeves. t In the picturesque days of Queen Anne women introduced the low, square cut decoHetage, guiltless of golfar, which our women have worn for two decades ; and in the.middle of the eighteenth century, in the Georgian era. women usetEa- simple decolletage In a rounded V outlined with a -wrinkled-AaadkarcMef a part .rof their street attire. - . ( Running the mind over this slight

summary of historical changes in the decolletage, It is eqsy to see that we have done nothing new; but here is what we are going to do at the immediate moment: Revive the delta of the Elizabethan times, the'deep square of Queen Anne, with its tight, high line at the side of the neck, and the I'-shape/i decolletage of the end of the eighteenth century, with its modesty pi» ce of lace. Return of Lace Collars. We have gone through a season of fnedieval severity in the neckline, iVomen have aided nature which made thenv ugly or_cheated nature which made them beautiful by going about without any ‘ softening effect at the Tfeck. by wearing Coat collars of heavy homespun unrelieved by white, and by 'the use of V-shaped lines.of heavy velveteen and crepe which fashion k't-pt unadorned. True t 6 history this was, but not true to art. There were few women who looked their best in such severity. Today collars return slowly. There are still those who tell you they are not smart, but at the e.\clu«ive house there is a tendency to put precious lace on the new neckline. It is not a V-shaped neckline; it is a deep U which calls for a softening outline and an extremely soft arrangement of lace or tulle across the bust. The Queen Anne decolletage which hugs the side of the neck and runs down into a narrow L-shaped opening, is extremely’ smart, and it is banded wtrh for and then filled in with fine : folds of silk net. It is felt by those who have their bands on the pulse of fashion that the oblong neckline of the Renaissance is no longer smart, although It is worn by some well-dressed women. Double Neckline. There is a disposition on the part of some designers to make a double neckline, and this they do by a subtle

arrangement of thin fabrics. A certain designer has turned out a remarkably brilliant gown of raspberry chiffon having a deep U-shaped decolletage outlined with chinchilla which swings the chiffon with the movement of the figure, as though it Were a necklace. Beneath it, and hugging the bust in the eighteenth century manner, is a bodice with a rounded decolletage.' There will be an oblong Renaissance neckline that reaches from shoulder td shoulder, cut on a tight satin bodice, and over that will be swung a looser bodice of colored chiffon or tulle which is . high at the back and has a long, rounded lipe in front that; drops to the waist. Black and seal brown velvet afternoon gowns have .the Queen Anne decolletage, which follows the exact line where the neck is placed on the body, until it gets to the collar bone, where it dips into a straight, open space half way to the waist. This is outlined with fur. Again, it may be outlined with Venetian point. The delta decolletage is considered the most becoming of all for evening wear. Get out any picture of Elizabethan times and you will see what is meant. In that gorgeous era the women wore a jeweled piece of open net over* the _§houlder to the base of the neck at each side, and then Jhe decolletage spread downward and otitward to the arm-pits. Take this change in the neckline seriously* - It will govern the clothes (j! the next, few weeks. (Copyright, I9IS; by McClure Newspaper V. ■ ... Syndicate.) L?

White Collars.

In spite of fact that some of the nq\vest frocks have no white at ■ the throat, and that others favor the " TtCCK, With -laCu-unu a iucncl, still others feature a white satin collar thax. is-liigh-at the.aeck -and that-exi i tends in the front over ttpLrtH'uici quite Yo the waistline. ' .-

VINTAGE TIME IN TUSCANY

IT WAS the vintage time, and T tried to forget that half of Christendom was plunged in a great war. Leaving the fighting line, I wandered about in tl\,e lovely freedom of the hill country of Tuscany, past vlllas which are surmised 'rather than seen through the long vistas of grave, still cypresses and around smiling, silvergreen olive slopes from whose summits beckon dignified palace fortresses of the Medicis or sterner and more aged ivy-decked towers, writes a Tuscany correspondent of the New York Evening Post. Finally, I reached the road of my morning’s quest and stopped where a high wall, after many turns and twists, suddenly opened to a vision of green, terraces. It was the gate to the podere upon which Tonino and his forebears have labored for "the last century and a half— Ily “gdln/ to the liirid,” slot as serfs, but as willing servants of the soil. Entering the terraced farm, I sklrted a stout wall with Ivy spreading lovingly over its gray stones; a hedge of winter roses followed me in fragrant companionship, all the way to Tonino’s farmhouse, a structure poised bravely over a precipitous ledge of rocks. The house itself might be called an architectural slant of walls, chimneys, stone flags and steps running off and 1 ' down in all directions till they seem to merge with the vines and- the olive tree and the green sod. I lingered a moment, then followed in the wake of a primitive oxcart, painted bright red, on which the empty grape vats rumbbled sonorously as the plodding beasts dragged their draft over the stony road. Harvesting the Grape Crop. It was a pagan—almost bacchanalian —picture, as those huge cattle, white and big-horned, moved slowly and processionally down the way, flanked by grape vines in endless, festive wreaths and festoons strung from tree to tree. At the lower terrace a host of neighbors was-busily at work cutting the grapes, dropping the luscious bunches into picturesque , baskets lying all about. The sum-played in glad, shifting shadows in and out of the vines and olive trees, while the damp soil, drinking in the solar warmth, exuded a moisture heavily odorous with the abounding vitality of Mother Earth. The harvesters included many women. some territorial soldiers on leave and a few children. No one, old or young, gave signs of fatigue; the labor was pursued slowly and easily,- not at all as a struggle in overcoming time, or resistance. It 'was this seeming slowness of the laborers in Italy which often gives to the outsider, especially to the nervous and strenuous American observer, the impression of a wastage of time in the accomplishment of things. This apparent slowness, however, is rather a wise, restraint and distribution of effort, coupled.with traditional skill or special hardiness, which bring about results by deftness as well as by mere expenditure of force. ■- / So, at this harvesting, all of that crowded, terraced acres gehad been shorn of its grapes by sundown, and all the fruit carried away to the wine press. ' r ..—=- Supper for Tonino’s Laborers. At nine in the evening we gathered at Tonino’s house for the harvest supper, ,to which, by immemorial custoni, everyone who has labored in the vineyards must be invited. We entered by the kitchqp door, near which hung a oil lamp patterned after those of the Etruscans; at the long table ip the main room of this casa colonica sat three generations of harvesters — 24 men, women-and children. A warm, soothing, “natural” odor of oxen and stable, came thinly and not unpleasantly into the feast chambef, which'ha’d that dignity of proportion and fine simplicity of lines which speaks of Tuscan taste, even in these humble, quarters. A light hung from the center, of the ceiling threw a rather dim illumination over th e festive board, But amply sufficient for us to our impending attack. First soup was served from huge bowls Into deep, ca-

A Road in Tuscany.

pacious dishes; next came a rich and satisfying fritto misto, and then large platters, burdened with pasta redolent—with an herb savored There was plenty of honest wine to wash down the huge slashes of war bread served oujL generously to all of us. No Bitterness in War Talk. After the pleasant business of eating was over the men started talking about the war. It was a simple, rather objective discussion, without bitterness or hatred, of something unpleasant which had to be done, but all must wish that it should be ended and laid aside as soon as possible. Then the conversation waxed warm in the more direct arid personal realities, of the year’s corps, and the promise fOr the coming seasons. One by one the little children snuggled closer to .their * mothers’ sides and childish heads bent sleepily over the table or fell, relaxed and safe, on arms soft and solicitous with maternal care. The drowsiness of a hard day’s labor crept irresistibly upon the men, urging them "*to well-earned and refreshing sleep. We said good night and started homeward; the"Nttle oil lamp by the door had flickered out, but a faint moonlight, was bathing the landscape in a soft, mystical/indistinctness; far away the domes and towers of Florence rose skyward like dream symbols of hopes and darings, of love,and faith. I sat in contemplation, watching the moonlight wax stronger and brighter, making more real and definite the picture of peace on earth spread so wondrously before me, till my thoughts wandered away to another harvest scene, far removed among sterner but no less peace loving mountains, a harvest scene of battle wherein men like ~ those with whom I had gathered grapes today were the protagonists. We have been told of the thrill of a gallant assault and the stirring emotiohs of a brave defense, but what of the harvest after the decisive fighting is over arid brie walks over the fields plowed by the merciless artillery and harrowed by the struggles and the sufferings of men. What of the fruitage of battle, not alone of the dead and the wounded we have been told so often, but of all the other and indescribably sad things which the eye' and the heart of the harvest gathers! Amidst Scenes of Desolation. Look! A once flourishing little town, wijh not a single one of its houses unscathed, rind -most of them horribly rent asunder, showing the debris of what had bnce been the privacy and the sanctity of peaceful hearths. In the partial shelter of these shells of homes along the main streets of the town, countless men are fitting or crouching, in full fighting equipment, waiting for orders to proceed to the front trenches, where a battle has just been fought and won. Let us walk to the .battlefield; it is reached through a pine wood still sirtaklng resinously from the fires which the bursting shells have started. The road is wholly exposed to the range of the enemy’s artillery, but thousands of -men have gallantly crossed it In order to reach their comrades in the trenches beyond. You can see what the harvest has been . here! These are fragments of shrapnel and unexploded shells along every foot of the line; by the whir of the projectiles still passing over our heads we can reconstruct the scene of fife of some hours ago; the shells whizz by us with that horrible suggestive sound which seeihs. to say: Coming, Coming. Bang—and you diet

Dog Had Something to Say.

The Hon. John W. Davis, appointed our ambassador in Londdg in succession to Mr. Page, is an eminent law' yer. • Mr. Davis tells the story of a very small boy Who was trying to lead a big St. Bernard up a busy thoroughfage. “Where .are you going to take that dog, my little chap?" inquired a passerby. -*f““Prnr-going to WifewfrortT —where he go first,’* was the breathless reply.