Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 January 1919 — Page 2

Jones Gets a Raise

By IMES MACDONALD

(Copyright, ISIS, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) ""Younc Mr. Jones reached over ;imi htc adding .machine, a the jobs and again iapsod into a reverie. Five years'out of a midwest ern colanti Da Aid R; Joties hnd-Rrtte-of in the way of jLehicyem*tfiL_ He had been :uubitious. ; but_x’agcE-nn<L. to KTs joTTfor five long years had failed to lift bun out of the <■]< ik's class. When he had taken the job ,iu uh«wer to an Advertisement hr- laid been assured of “rapid advancement and a future for the right man. But he was still doing the same work he had b«-<-n doing after l|is first three, months with , the company. He had stuck to one jhb wll h ?<!n h-n•' ; Tnn 1 1, mi sirifill >ll u t 1 ’-*" jHise thing tn the way of advancement -ami AvaSf pros-, -pert of another- inner, hot summer in that office galled him, “ With a thoughtful air he fwltimrew ’ from his wallet a clipping which lie* had torn from his newspaper on the way downtown in the subway that morning. “WANTED— Athletic young man as fxratnwtn ~on gunThmipn's" esrrrt r: ■ Connecticut shore. Must be expert swimluer- —know motorboats, -sail beats aml canoes —make repairs and be generally useful and obliging; monthly and board. See Mrs. Agnes Turner between 10 and 12 Tuesday, Hotel Arkwright.” “ “ Abd 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 P. Riggs. Mr. Riggs, or “Old 11. P.7‘"fl's 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. “Welt ?” he demanded. “Pm Jones.” said .Innes, “IJaxid Jones. I've been with this cotnpany live years. T have a fair education.lT certain amount of brains and some ability. When 1 came here I was promised rapid advancement and a future, and before I -die, of old age at $35 a week 1 thought I'd go into the matter with you2’ 1— —— “Well?” repeated Old 11. 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 hi-s- mouth. ' “You’re through, all right he agreed, "and you won't find tliree-thousand-dolliir jobs hanging on trees around- —this young man.” “Anyway,’' grinned Jones affably, "I don't intend to hang on this tree till I'm rotten, T 1 iere are identy of trees growing in the orchard of Manhattan.” “Very well," growled Old IJ. ILULUBt. jug back to his desk. "But if you don't get your fancy job you can have yourold one here any time before the first <o>f September,” he flung -over his shoul"Huh 1" he grunted hsgr. when the incident recurred to him., “The young squired —And 1 was proud of fifteen a w eek at his age!” But at that very moment David R. -Joner.rhrdirT an old yutir of flannel trousers, was tuiringup the efiftße‘oraTugii-powcred ■ motorboat up on the Connecticut shore. .“Hello, lamtmanl” shout Cd 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 around with the intention of sliding down backwards to the deck of the-beat.-some six feet below. Her skirt caught on a bolt, but she kept right on sliding till the modest Mr. i Jones was compelled to turn his face away. - ’-i’nhook me." site final!) u ailed in- : ffiguantly. And Jones, wiping iiLs_dirmVl»)d¥ oh a piet-e of waste re;i<‘het! nf> obediently, and unhooked her, setting her safely on her feet with a grin. “My—my coming was quite a revelation, wasn’t it?” she said demurely, the color deepening in her cheeks. - But had pretended not to no< tice. although the nice men who pretend never to notice are the very ernes “who Severmiss auythThg. “Who might you be?” he asked pleasantly. “I'm Lotta. the youngest.” she laughed. “Curlo.tta Riggs, you know. We “«nty got here Just a little while ago Louise- and Nina and Aunt Agne< Auntysays 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 K. Jones was Lot la's very own. She appnipriated him as something.jsent-to her by Hie gods for her own (especial pleasure and amusement. “Together they painted the boats—mended the dock -rebuilt the float. Sturdily she worked at his side. And in ipetween rimes they swam together. IT the rest of the family noticed" ifat fl.ll ihey merely passed it off’with a shrug—fqr after all Lotta was only a k|d. but —, , The day H. P. Riggs was expected up to Attend a week with his family. Lot ta and Jones wflht across the bay in the motorboat to meet him. and he was miTjoduced to the bare-shouldered, Brawny young Ivoatinan by his daughter At first he did “tiot recognize bat the way I»ot la hovered pver

that young tngn drew her father's undlvlded attention and disapproval—and while he glowered over his daughter’s, rid appkrer.t afiectlon for his erktwhlle clerk, Jor.< s’ identity registered Itself on his brain. “Davy* isn’t really a boatman,” explained* Lbtta to her father that night at the dinner lujblgv. “My't ß -i' l "' >? YA'. l '! 'nlo‘ yonmr tnnn who wtirkcd hi> he.ad off five whole years for a grom-by odd mpn wlm wouldn't gi vol him a eb:im«c So Davy inmle up his nfim-l to htive a ni<e vacation thi> ..miujiiht ami find a better job mxt fall.”' as '.usual-Lotfirlrrrricdlkmish "Tit*r~dlTdi<T ami - slipped ' down to the bem h aiid Ilitvy Jones. - “Why, da rn~it~n 11 1 ’ >:t id Da a-a fe minutes htter. "You shouldn't have "told TiTm that” Your' father was Hie give ine“ a clmnco”' * 7 A:td Letta snt buck against tin upturned- bent in afrinzdmeiiT. 7”Mt‘;i"h old ilJim l ' she >;t.id. Oisr<*s|»>ci fully, w.tii [ visions in her-ytmrig mind of putting j it over on her father. Tlieli she leaned her- si+m lengt h ngaiuM- 1 Hrwy .bmes, with one hand, curled behind his neck, --and it you've ever had anyone you .'n-rrr A-iimtn c- 'Tee T.■ <IW -V 11-. I.■ amiivu Ito be kissed, yell Pjsvbaldy Jump jIV’L. vvli:it .Tolies did about it. “Since the very fit-rtjhty. Davy ‘dear, I've boon wanting pill—!.o duxs ..me," she was*saying, as the glow of Did ...IL Bds~.c.ig4iy-ca4tu‘ -tlre--e<cwter7 of the bottthouse. For a moment hestopped and- watched the two who stood so * close together there, his daughter tint! —Ihtvy Jones—ihen he Wiilkeffi-mer timl fiieed TlrPTrr'gTTrniy.' old jolt back again.” said H. I’, liiggs t<> the startled Mr. Jone*. "When a man's marrieJ be rutber needs a Job. doesn't he? But the two <>f you can't live on IILU-ty-five a week.” “Lotta,; says we can.” grinned Jones, .hugging that willing young woman just a bit closer —arid then he bluffed a little. “However, we won’t have to. I'm -starting with Rogers. :Wyman & the first of September at $3,500 a year.” Whereupon Lotta squeezed his arni and eyed her father hostilely. For a .moment H. P. Riggs withstood that glance and then he extended his hand ■with a "grin. “On the contrary. Dave," he said almost genially, "you're starting with 11. T*"Riggs & Co. at ss.ooo—and eventually._a=a -pa-H-tu'FsMp.”-And graciously transferred one of Davy .Tones! kissesjo her father and back again.

DESIGNED FOR THE CURIOUS

Not Hard to Trace Origin and Reason , far the Gazebo in Architectural Designs. No name could be more descriptive - thin) gazebo for a building, whether it i assume the form of a tower or bali cony, which was erected for the? purpose of enabnnguTffvdluTto gaze about and there is no need to hunt through the pages of a dictionary for the origin of- so obvious a term. Curiosity is common to the race, ami contrivances n>f :iil kinds have been -called for throughout tin 1 ages, and will continue to be. to enable people to pry i»to their neighbors' affairs; and archltect» jirff! JyfliitioiiSL.-oL tire problem- nwst- always be as interesting its they have frequently proved most picturesque. ; the reimucst airiqnity such 'means of prying were in vogue, and the Tuffiglng' gardens of .Babylon ! may have juvstuited replicas of the.- ‘ towers of Kent or Chambers; but we I will go no further back for examples than I-’lin? '.s villa at Laureiikuiu—The Tlinys. as we know, were of a very iwrid;-Tmflr^ r e7TiTdst“ appropriat el y cotiunemora ted a t Conio. xheir supposed birthplace, on the west ■ front of the cathedral, by a sculptured representation of each engaged in -looking out of aAnndow. Thus it was'that when Pliny tihr*y , o»fa?ser built his celebrated villa ne'gave it two towers, and as they cbuld be used neither for defense in-stich. a place norjfor smoking rooms at such a period, we can only “suppose them to have been erected to serve as gazebos where he couldj look into the ground* of his neighbors and vvatch tlteir im-omings and outgoJtTgs.—jTTl'ravenbr Perry in Architect ftffigland) / - ,■ ,JT

Joe’s Mistake.

Six-year-old Joe had the influenza. Knovvdng .that Aunt— Anne- always brought gifts to her sick nephews and niece* he expressed a desire to see r her. She came and brought with her i several toys and books. Eight-year-old Virginut and Aunt Anna were both i at Joe’s bedside when mother brought in his qiedieine. Joe fretted-against taking it, apd Aunt, Arnie generously offtTed : “If jou'U tie man auntie, will get you a new Iler's c-.-ip." she pronnsiMl. Z'_,_ A few minutes later in the dining room adjoining the sick room she heard the gift discussed. “You didn't take on enough. Joe,” Virginia was -criticizing her brother. “If you "had <J ; KHlT»uT“lTlie~everythinsf you'd a got i a whole suit of clothes.”

Good From Alchemy.

TTie phitosofthers stdlie never eXisted except hypothetically In the im-aginntion-of credulous humanity. But out of the efforts of many thoughtful ftn-n the present has grown "with its enlfghtened views and fuller knowledge. Alyheniy. although In many respeers a remarkable example of the extent to which human reason may aberrate, can never be without human/ interest. It . brought to view many fresh fields of research, and led to the discov-ery of many factspf great importance during- its strange and devious career. i •

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

Style of Gowns

i New York.—lt Is time to change a few things in women’s apparel, asserts a prominent fashion authority. Women are leap!ng fijom uniforms into medieval gowns of gold, and crystal, and-Jatie in Jbrilliant eolors. arifl inter smashing furs ami red street ttjqwirtd. There are significant changes working up from the ground. There is the ‘new deeullelage w Iflcli was prophesied 7 tn this department wi-eks ngri and is coming inter view a* smart women' exploit It. Half a* dozen new ways of cutting the neckline have leaped into existence amLa.ilozen. new i cnlinrs c];vm—the bhm ribbon of ex-?<-HeneCTlNo“ni:it ter wl ■ « dr-'S.-, differently about the hips and feety we are dre<- ; :i<z decidmlly diilerently about the neck anti'even the wrists. It is in these significant changes ttiac the i.’i<-at mass cf 'vnnu»n';ire-ifl-du hid t< (d liiat tney cun' ass or. t cnt-i r»-1 y i. ewg< ‘ was. f, ,r the midseason. . . The. art Ist wlm «u<l tlfaLat+ ediafiges -fn-’Tiishtons Tor-- xrniHTTT COTfSiKted iiT the placement of the bulge, or the abscnce of It, should liave added*that the open spaces in costumes were second In importance. Cut to the bone,' there is no doubt that he was righr. The eonliuir is the thing. IT is wle re a garment goes In or out fchat: determines its sash- ; lon. Few women there arc who are brave enough to go against the contour of the hour, even -though it may not suggest the best there is in their figures. New Decolletage. The change in the neckline is perhaps the most important to the average woman. She has belief in herself when it eomes 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 decoHetage in back of a black velvet evening goWft which is“cut high in front This idea is worked out in many types of gowns, even .tyrise 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 neckline, and so far Ave have not had anything hew. We have rung 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 the neck ! and spread outward over tlifc chin and the bhek of the head. This was introduced to fashion a few , years ago 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 Richard II wtts king his French queen brought .over the fashion of the low neck, and so, after centuries, women dropped, the neckband of the gown from chin to collar bone. AVhen Elizabeth was queen of England the delta decolletage was invented, ahd it ran along with another neckline that exposed all the chest and half the shoulders, anti their, as if by a sudden spasm of prudery, hid the neck and ears by an immense ruff, gjirr: ■\VTien Jaines I 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 lead - the faslnbns for his court, there was the low. round neckline that dipped well down-ward in- the back and w;ts finished vVith a deep vandyki* collar that extended oyer' the sleeps. In tije picturesque days of Queen Anne . women introduced the Idw, square cat decolletage, guiltless of collar, whT?h“(fluu»'onien 'have worn for _t«vb decades; and in the pa'idtHe of the. eighteenth century, - in the Georgian era.; yvomen used :t simple decolletage hi' a rounded ’ V outlined ' with a wrinkled handkerchief as q part of (heir street attire. , Running the mind" over this . . ♦ i ■ ' . i ■ .

summary of historical changes in the decolletage, it Is easy 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 Hie EHzabethan times, th e deep squ are of Queen Anne,—with Its ttgfrt, high - line at the side of the fleck, and the U-shaped decolletage of the end of rhe eichtr-r nrh century, with Tt3 modesty thfcC rrf tacf , _i . .. We have gone through a'season of medieval s verity in the neckline. Women have aided nature which made ilu : m ugly or cheated nature which made Thein beautiful by going about without any softening' effect at . the neck, by wearing coat collars of heavy homespun iiiirclievi-d by white, and by the use of V-shaped lines of heavy yel-, veteen' and crept) which fashio& J kepL: :in;:rliuT!i | d. ~~ 'i'rm>-toHist+>rythiswaT!t,-btrtHnot-true to art. There were few women ■ Jio 1. »< ,k cd tile> r best in such sever--ity; Today cnltars return slowly. There are still those who tell at the exclusive house there is a tendency to put' precious lace on the new neck-' line. It is not a V-shaped neckline; it is a deep IT which calks f.u- a. softci'iiig outline and an extremely softarrangenient 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 with fur and then filled in with fine folds of silk net. ,It is felt by those who have their hands 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 swines the chiffon tvith the inoveinent of the figure, as though it were a necklace. Beneath it, and hugging the bust in the eighteenth centurymanner, is a bodice jyith fl rounded fleeolletage. There will be an oblongßenaissance neckline that reaches from shoulder to shouTclerT 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 line iii front that drops tb the waist. J 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 as open net over the shoulder to. the base of the neck at each side, and then the decolletage spread downward and outward to the arm-pits. Take this change in the neckline seriously. It will govern the clothes of the next few weeks. (Copyright, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

White Collars.

In spite of the fact that some of the newest frocks hare no white at the' throat, and that others favor the rounded neek. with lace and a tucker, still others feature a whWe satin Collar that Is high at and that fxt tends in the front over th* quite to the waisijine.' 2 _

VINTAGE TIME IN TUSCANY..

IT WAS the vintage time, and I tried to forget that half of Christendom was plunged in a great war. Leaving the fighting line, I wandered about in the lovely freedom of the hill country of Tuscanjn past villas 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 —the family “going to the land,” not as serfs, but as willing servants of the soil. Entering the terraced farm, I skirted 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. s The house itself might be called an architectural slant of walls, chimneys, stone flags and steps running off and do wn in all directions Tillthey 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, omwhich 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 pro* cessionally 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 dew-moist grapes, dropping the luseinus bunches into picturesque baskets lying all about. The sun 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 acreage had been shorn of its grapes by sundown, and all the fruit carried away to the wine press. ~~ ■ 1 ’ ’ Supper for Tonino’s Laborers. At nine in the evening we gathered at Tonino’s house for the harvest supper, to which, by immemorial custom, everyone who has labored in the vineyards must be invited. We entered by the kitchen door, near which hung a little oil lamp patterned after those of the Etruscans; at the long-table in the main room of this casa colonlca sat three generations of harvesters — 24 men, women and children. .___L A warm, soothing, “natural” odor of oxen and stable came thinly and not "unpleasantly into the feast chamber, which had 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 the festive board, but amply sufficient. for us to See all the good things which awaited. nr 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 sauce. There was plenty of honest wine to wash down the huge slashes of war bread served out 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 and 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 little 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 liks dream symbols of hopes and darings, of love and faith. — —r— '-T 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 thoughtswandered away to another harvest scene, far removed among sterner but mb less peace loving mountains, a harvest scene of battle wherein men like those with 'whom I had gathered 1 grapes today were the protagonists. We have been told of the thrill of a gallant assault and the stirring emotions of a brave defense, but what of tile harvest after th 6 decisive fighting js over and one 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 I Amidst Scenes of Desolation. Look! A once flourishing little town, with not a single one of its houses unscathed, and most of them horribly rent asunder, showing the debris of what had once 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 sitting 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 f reached through a pine wood still smoking resinously from the fires which the bursting shells have started. The toad 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! There 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 fire of some hours ago; the shells whizz by us with that horrible suggestive rotatory sound which seems to say: Coming, Coming, Bang—and ybu die!

Dog Had Something to Say.

The Hon. John W. Davis, appointed our ..ambassador in London in succession to Mr. Page, is an eminent lawyer. . > Mr. Davis tells the . story of a very small boy who was trying to lead a big St. Bernard up a busy thoroughfare. “Where are you going to take that dog, my little chap?*’ inquired a passerby; “I—l’m going to see where —where he wants yo go first," was the \ 4. a « 1 ■ ■ 1 ' .-v . ... A