Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 January 1919 — Page 2

Jones Gets a Raise

By IMES MACDONALD

<iCfrpgEiglrt»-iaifU bx McClure Newspaper, ’ Syndicate-) ' '■ ■/ . ~ Young jllr. Jones reached oyer nmT gave’ his adding machine a few, icntptlve jul-s and againJiq->ml, i'n.to a rei - - Erie. IJ vs' 'VCa?»' out. college, ami David R. Jom-s hud litrtetobonst of hr the jeux of in Idcvemrnt■ j He had been nffibitious. but eager ’and EttthwdastiC eppl-enholi to hfs J"l' T”” five long .years h:td failed to lift hW OPt-Qf. the ecleriTs'. When he had taken (he job in answer to an advertisement he hud Ityet) Assured C‘f i T-.ipid ;nh nm ena nt ami ;t - future for the right But lie w.:< still doing the same work ho had been i wg' ■«ft ’erdUK iffi-nffiyj the company. "TTTe. Iftul sunk f<> oinjob with sincere and industrious pur- ! —hf+H- —mry — thing in the+w-ay~of wdvanceutwnrt - and now that it was June again the pres pr-ct of another tong, hot summer tn that office galled him. With a thoughtful air he withdrew from his wallet a clipping which he f had torn fromlds nej si | aP‘l r ..jn, 1 way ddvnioun in—;lw— subway —that - .morning.—. . “WANTED—A pilot ic young man ii- I boatman on pmileiUan's. espite. Con- : necticut shore. .Must be expert swim- . men—know motorboats. sailboats and canoes— maker epairs and be genera U y useful and obliging; S6O month I y and. board. See Mrs. Agnes Turner between 16 and 12 Tuesday, Hotel Arkwright.” ~ ' And after he had read the tid 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 It Riggs. Mr. Riggs, or "Old H. 1’..” as 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. “I'm Jones." said Jones, “David R. Jones. I've been with this company live years. I have a fair education. a certain amomrt of brains ami some ability. When I came here I wa.< promised rapid advancement and a future and before b die of old age at $35 a week 1 thought I'd go |ntv the matter with you.” “Well?" repeated Old H. I', sourly. “I want a man's job and $3,000 a year from today or I’m through." Old IL I’. glared, and tlie_l>arest crinkle of a sarcastic smile puckered up one corner of his mouth. "You're 1, through, all right'" he agreed, "and you I won’t find three-tlumsandiffiuTar jobs hanging on trees around this town, young man.” “Anyway." grinned Jones affably, "I don't intend to hang on this tree till - I'm rotten. There are plenty of other trees growing in the orchard of Man hattan." '■ " ' '—-

"Very well." growled Did 11. I\. turning back to I:"..-- de.-k. “Blit if-you don't .gevyour fancy job you, can have your <.ld one here any tiute before the first of September," he flung .over his shoulder. _——•— ■ - “iluh*’ he grunted a few days later when the incident recurred to him. “The young squirt! And 1 was proud of fifteen a week at his age !" Blit" pt that very moment David It. Joyes. e’;-d in i ess jersey and,. an old pair of flannel trousers, was tuning tip the engine of a hi4.ii powered motorboat up on the Connecticut shore. “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 iiToWTc With The intention of sliding down backwards to 'tfie deck ; of the boat, some six below. Her skirt caught on a bolt. but. she kem right on sliding. till the unities: Mr. . Joiies was compelled to turn ... * :.ue uv. ; y. tly. And .Imies, y, ipiftg hi* dirty hands on a pieeq of. waste, reached up obediently and unhooked her. setting her safely üßrher feta, with a "My—my coining.Wjts quite a revelatiixn. wasn't it 3” she saifl. demuitely. the etflcir deepening in her cheeks. But Jones had {>re.ei|fied not to iio-r rice. although the ulve'meii who pretend never to notice are the very.unes who never miss anything. "Who might you. be?" he asked pleasantly. Trh Lritta, ihejamfigest." she knuflu ed, "Carlotta Riggs, you know. We orily~got here, just a little while agorLouise and Nhki am! Aunt Agties. Aunty says you impressed lu*r very favorably at your interview in town, arid she thinks you're going to be a very nice boatman. What's ybur nanigX'__ And froin that day fort IriDa vid R. Jones was Lotta’s very own.' She appropriated him as something sent fp her by the gods for her own especial pleasure arid Amusement- Together they painted the boats —mended the «hx4t— rebuilt the float. Sturdily she worked a/ ■ his" side,, and in itetwren times they swam together. If the rest of the family noticed it Ht all they ■Juefel-y.pasßed.it orfy with a shrug—for After all Lott a was only a kid, but— The day H. P. Riggs was expecrrfl up to spend a week with bls family, Uinta rind Jones-went across the bay in the motorboat to meet (Him, and he . 4 < h fhe-bare-sbotiideretl. i’tawhy young boatman by hia daughter. “ At. first he did not recognise Joftes, bat the way hovered over

that yrwmg man drrvr fier father’s Unwhite he gtnwrrprt nverhts daughter’s' so apparent affection for his erstwhile clerk, ' Jones' Identity registered Itself on his brain. . - ■' /- “Davy is.n,’t really a boatrtfflti," exUiLuMfi:d..Leiia. .to...lier .£alh.e£...tim:.,niahi. at the dinner table, "lie s Just a very nk-e young num who worked .his head Ti-rff---ttvr r ;wh'm<’ ; cwT7tr<'p n i '":r“gTr>Y,UTry”V;TiT tiffin who woulffm give liltii a .'<' ha m<<-. So Davy imnie up his imml to l-.w.a. nice, varation this summer a'tfd find a ltd. its usual Lotto harfied through h« ; rdinner ami slipped down tojhe I ih ..1. ■ I I>a > y J. -m-s. ”tX'byldafiiJtMUTl7*ii.l<LX?ii v ys :■ '’ ;v lldtHje - _.,‘.'Y; >U_ sho told him that. Your fuller Was the bld guy v• I*> wouldn't give me a < L: 1,. <■ !*’ ' Aa;d Lol+m-saf Jmck ag.iin-t an upold • Ifhingl" s’lje said, disrespectfully, with) -visions'tn her ytVtm:. 11 ’ ndtpi <if u’li ting ft oVer <>t» her father. Thru she leaned- her slim lengfliragai list Dfiv.y- J ones, With i~i u In li.lul Lis tie< i. , - and if yiiii’itn-w-i’ lio<l Jilted standing ns Lona 1 was, begging! to Le... kissed, you tirnba I»1 y■ J; now . jus t . vliat about. It. tWy first day, unyy dearj -Pye, boon uanting yon t<i kiss me," she was'sjiying. as the glow <>f Old | 'H. P.'s cigar- came ar<tuml fhe-eorner, of the boathouse. For a moment he stopped and- watched tire two who rinse togm+her-- dnrr, - 'fit* daughter 'and Ikivy Jones —then he walked over ami faced Thein griiirty. "I snpj4oso you’ll be waaung your old job back again." said H. P. Rigg* to the starthd Mr. Jone*. "When a man’s ma rrieil he railll ■ r heeds a Job, jloesn't he? But the two of you can’t live on tliirty-.‘ixe a week." “ , “Lot tit says can." grinned Jones, hugging that willing young woman just -a bit rios4’r-=imd the+r he hl+Tffed n little. "How ever, w e won't have to. I’iti starting with Rogovs. Wyman & I’o., the first of September at .$.'1,500 a 1 year." Whereupon Lotta squeezed his.arm. and eyed her father hpsHTbly. '“For h moment H. P. Riggs withstood tlmt glance and then he extended his hand with n grin. “On the contrary, Dave,” he said al- ! most genially, “you’re starting with. H. P. Riggs & Co. at $5,000 —and eventually a —ft partnership." - And then Lotta graciously transferred one of Davy Jones’ 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 gazebo for a building, whether it assume 1 th< *' form of a tower or~bn 1 - cony, which was erected for the purpose of enabling anyone to gaze about: | and there is no need to.hunt through I th.- pages of a dictionary for the origin of so obvious a term. Curiosity is common to file race, and contrivances of nil 1 kinds have been called for 'throughout the ages, aiid will continue to Tiix toTnnble people to pry into j th- jr neighbors’-alYrtiTs: and nrchlteet- i nral-solutions-of the problem must al- I wHys' b<•' ash; t er>-sting sis they JiayeT frequently proved most picturesque. | l>oHb«les*r-4H-44m remotest ntifiopi tv such means of prying were Jn \m?tue. and the hang-ng gnnlens of llabyiuu may have presented replicas, of’the towers of Kent or Chambers; but we nn further hack for-'ovathpl-EsJ Tgjuretrt'ntrrr-yTlrm Pl inis, as we know, were of iFwmrF inquiring turn of mind, and are most apprnpriateli commemorated at t'cino. their supposed on the west front of the cathedral, by a sculptured representation of each engaged in looking out of a window. Tims it was that I uhen'Pliny the Younger built his cole- . brated villa he gave it two towers, and I as they c<»uld be used neither for de-ft-nse r in spell a place nor for smoking rooms at such a peu’od. we ean tinlW suppose them to have been erected to. serve.-as gazebos -where he 'could iind Watetc ilieir incomings-u’trdTTtrtgo^-i:.vs —.,1. Tr:. \■ m• r Perry in Arehiiect (England).

Joe’s Mistake.

. .STs-wen radd-. Knowing "that Aunt Anne always brought gifts to her sick nephews arid nieces he expressed a desire to see her. She fame and brought with her several toys anil books. Eight-year-old Virginia ami Aunt Anne wore both at Joe’s bedside when mother brought in his medicine. Joe fretted against tnkins it. ami Aunt An?te 'gerieroiis!y offered: "If you'll take it like a Hftle man auntie will get n>u a new soldier's cap.” she promised. A few minutes later in the difiEng" room adjoining tile room -she heard the gift discussed. “You didn't take, on jnongh.. Joe.” Virginia was, er 11 i eiz ing h er. J) ro the r. “If you had cried lomVlike everything you’d a got a whole suit of clothes."

Good From Alchemy.

The piiiloxopher's stone never existed except hypothetically in the injagimitieii of h mnun it y. But" dal <>f'the efforts of many thoughtful men the present fins grown with its enlightened views and' fuller knowletlae. Aleheniy. although In many rea. remarkable example of the •extent to which human reason may aberrate, can never be without 1 ' human Hu crest. It brought to view many rhAh-fields of- research, and ttxfTO the. Of. wany facts of great Importance daring Its strange and devious career. . ■ • - . *

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. TND.

Quick Change in Style of Gowns

j_ Nc w York.—-It-Js- ti me te change a few things in women’s apparel, asserts a prominent fashion authority. Wonv nen~afe leaping from uniforms Into of aold, and crystal,. and tulle in brlijiant colors, and into smashing furs and red street apparel. —Therf+ are- significant changes -working up from, the ground. There is. the. new. decrdlctngo Tvirieh wa< prophesied : ''TB~Hns-'+bqmrtTtnnrtc'tvTa’kS"~ngn and Which is coining into view as smart Woio-'H 'exploit it. Half II (h-zi'i: new .ways of cutting the neckline have JeapeiT into Collars claim the blue ribbon of ex-Ccrit-iice. , No mil Her whet her we d+t-ss differently almmt th<- hips, and feet, we -..arecces.' i eg decidedly_jljfferently about nfo neck, and even the w rists. H- is rn Hie<-- • s;girin<’-:int • that the great mass of woim-n are in-fi-reSted wjio do not feel that they can afferfl entirely new gowns for tl:e ttiitb--seiuon. . ■ - -- I ■■ - --r:- ..- The artist v.jjp Siud.Xhat.alLvChaagesin fashions for woim-n consisted in the placement of the bulge, or- the absence of it. should have added that the open spaces In costumes w‘ere second in importance. ~ ' no ~donl>t_ that he was right. The contour is the thing. - It is wliere a garmeftt goes tn or out that determines its fashion. Few women there are 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 *mi>ort!tnt to the avernge woman. She has belief in herself when it romes to cutting 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 change?nF the neckline, and so far we have not had anything new. We have rung the bells of history all over again. That is all. ~ , When Edward II was king of England the wqmen wore the georgette. which wrinkled about the neck and spread outward over thb chin and the back of the head. This was introducfetl To fashion d few years ago through tF ’dancer and her clover de-" signer. It is still wornby women- who gq motoring, and they make it of dark blue crepe or veiling, rather than of white, satin. When Richard II was king his French qu££ji_' -JbrOUf hr over the fgshion of the low neck, and so, after centuries, women dropped the neckband of the gown from chin to collar bone. Elizabeth was queen of England the delta decolletage was invented, and it ran alona will; another neckline that exposed all the chest and half the shoulders, and " then, as if by fl sudden spy >:m of prnflory hi fl tbo neck and ears by an immense rug. —_ When James I came to the throne of England, his queen introduced the very decollete, tight bodice with Itsr immense; flaring collar of wired lace at the back, and when Charles I allowed Henriette of FTance tb * lend the fashions for his court, there vyas the low. round neckljne that dipped well in the back and Avhs- finished with a deep vandyke collar that extended over the~ sleeves. In tlie picturesque days of Queen Anne women introdneed the -low, square cut decolletage, guiltless of collar, which our wopaen have worn for two decades; and in the middle of the elgliteenth century-, in'.the Georgian qra, wbmen used a simply decolletage Ur a rounded V outlined with a wrinMed handkerchief as a part of their-street attire.* Running th«",niind over this slight

summary of historical changes in’ the decolletage, ft is easy to see.that we have deme nothing newg-biit hege Js, what we are going to do at the imme_diate' moment: Revive the . delta of the Elizabetliiui times, the deep square' of' Queen Anne, with its tight, high line at the side’ of the neck, and the • U-shiip<-d derolh-tagi- of the end of the eighteenth century, with its modesty pi i <-eaof-kiec. Return of Lace CoHars. We have gpm- through a season of medieval severity in the neckline. “Wiimt n have a.idclLnatiire which mads; them ugly or cheated nature w Inch . m;. d e 111. ■ m I■ea ih iill i by going abont witli<iut any softening effect at the. neck, by wearing coat collars of honiesjrun unrelnjved by white, and by -lie Use of V-sl-IliX-d ;illl-S Of l.i-:t\,v vt'l-s veteen and crepe which fashion kept unadorned. True to id-mry this wtm, but notirut- i<> ;irl. ’i'iiere were few women :.w.ho .looked th-;>■ best In such sever* - ■ ;ty. Today collars return slowly, i There ■ are still, those who tell you .they- are not smart, but at the exclusive house there is a tendency | to put precious lace on the new neck- ~ line. • T“ is rar rr X T -~sh-iiied neckline I it is, a deep U which calls for a soft- ' eiiiiig dutlTne and - an snft (-arrangement off lace -or tulle across the bust. The Queen Anne decolletage which litlit* siilu l of the nocte’ tiiid runs down into a narrow openingis extremely smart, and it is banded with fur and then filled in with fine folds of silk net. It is felt l»y those who have their hands on the pulse of fashion that the no longer smart, although it is worn by sohie well-dressed women. Double Neckline. There is a disposition on the part of some designei-s to make a double neckline, and this they do by a subtle

arrangement of thin fabrics. A cer-. tain designer has turned out a remarkably brilliant gown of raspberry chiffon having a deep U-shaped decolletage outlined with chiuclulkr wbjch swings the chiffon with the movement of the figure, as though it were aTTeckiace. Beneath it, and hugging the bust in the eighteenth century i manner, is a bodice whh a rounded deeolletage. ' —There will be an oblong Renaissance neckline that reaches from shoulder to 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 backhand has a long. Tomided line in front that drops to the waist. - Black and seal brown velvet afternoon gowns haye the Queen Anne decolletage, which follows the exaqt 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 shoulder to the base of the peck at each side, and then the decolletage spread downward and outward to the arm-pits. I - Tike this change in the neckline seriously. It will govern the clothes of the next few °weekß. , ~ : :/ -■ •. • — Syndicate.)

White Collars.

/ In spite of the fact that some of the .newest frocks have no white at the throat, and that others fayor the rounded peck, with lace and a tucker, still others feature a whiteshfln collar that is high at the neck and that fx- | tends in the front oyer th* ftuite tothev.'alstline.

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 Tuscany, 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 la 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 ffie 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 ip fragrant companionship all the way to Tonino’s farmhouse, a structure poised bravely s 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 down in all directions till they seem to merge with the vin6s 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 processionaliy 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 luscious 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 disffibutibn’nfeffort, 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 4111 the fruit carried away to the wine press. ' "'■ l ""r Tonino’s LaborersAt 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 tlie long table in the 'main room of 'this casa colbnlca sat three generations of harvesters — 24 men,' women and children'. A warm, soothing. “nat u ral” odor of oxea and stable came thinly and riot unpleasantly into the feast chamber, which had that dignity of proportion and fine simplicity of lines which speaks, of Tuscan tastej even in these humble quarters. A light hung from the center of-the ceiling threw a rath-, er dim illumination over the festive board, but amply sufficient for us to see all the good things which awaited our impending attack.' First soup was served from huge bowls into deep, Chi' . - ■ ■ •

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 edbserTo their mothers’ sides and childish heads bent sleepily .over the table or fell, relaxed and safe, on arms soft and solicitous with maternal care. iThft 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 littleoil lamp fry the door had flickered out, but a faint moonlight-was bathing the landscape in a indistinctness: far away the domes and towers of Florence rose skyward like dream symbols of hopes apd 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 sq 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 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 emot ions of a brave defense, but what of the harvest after the decisive fighting is 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 1 Amidst Scenes of Desolation. Took i A.--xume— 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 hearth's. 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. iet us walk to the battlefield; it is reached through a pine wood "still smoking resinously from the fires which the bursting shells have started. The road is -wholly exposed to the rnnge of the enemy’s artillery, but thousands of men have gallantly . crossed it in order to reach their corm fades in the li'i-iidiw beyond. You ~ can see, what the harvest has been—here! There are fragments of shrapnel and tinexploded shells along) every foot of the by the whir of the projectiles still gassing 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, Bring—and you die!

Dog Had Something to Say.

Tlie Hon. John W. Davis, appointed our ambassador in 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 .thorough* ’ fare.. “Where are you going toitake that dog, ipy little chap?” a passerby. “I—l’m going to see where —where he wants to go first,” was the - breathless reply.