Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 February 1919 — Page 2

The Temperamental Boob

By H. B. KNIGKT

<&>pyrl«ht. McClure Newepaprr Sjndlcat*.» '“Y e p that’s right; I want tn sec the editor in chief of the Courier* and Want to see him quick '” To the utter amazement of the little boy in knickerbockers xtlm sat. in -the hallway leading, to the ediioiinl -office "the giiuit pulillslilug himw w lull ami lean visitor, Kith a general dapper appearance, made the above remark in an indifferent and even bond sort of tone. In a second the office boy was on his _fe£t» and not .carelessly leaning back in his chair, with his feet upon the much worn and misused, varnish-scratched table, as though his only concern and ambition were to shirk and kill,time.' “Your card, please," respectfully said TTKeTWwuihgjpoungster?' The lanky newcomer looked sur'art!" ' he queried; unbelievingly. “No card I Tetl the editor in chief that a genHcman wishes to see Irin) —ftftd hurry: There’s no use in my giving you my card; the editor doesn’t- know me. anyway." A Bewildered by the visitor’s impunity, the boy looked hnn over from bead to foot. How neat ami clean-ciii was his mien.’ But a eloser observation re*, •scaled t hat his patrician, appearance was .artificial. Ills' cTfithes were td e«*J»ensive texture. indeed. but shiny spots about- the knees betrayed their years of wear* llis shoes Were genuttjwqiat®at leathers, but so much worn that wrinkles showed ex eh ;n the proliisely colored tops; and the soles seemed thinner than paper. To erown it all, linen and hosiery l»ore the familiar uhfiubstantial shade and transparentness common to all cheap wear; and the flowing “silk” tie came direct from the window of a teh cent store. Calculating on the “value for gold” Standard, the at first interested urban, and even servile boy now appeared disgruntled. For a moment he revered the commanding stranger. Now he thought different. “What dya think you arey scoffed the little ruffian; “man or half a man? The editor wouldn’t see anyone without first knowin’ his mime an’ learnin’ his business —”

“It’s about some interrupted the newcomer, in an agitated, impatient sort of way. The boy went on talking nonsense, the self-confessed writer, suffering acute torture and waiting for Seconds that seemed ages. “You see. Bud." now a little more ambitiotisly disposed, once the apparent hauteur of the caller had vanished. ”I—ahnost got canned once for“tettin’ in a crazy poet that thought he was the marvel of the world, before the boss could decide whether he (.the latter) was iftor m > t." -r- -- — — -

"May 1 see the editor in chief?” anew demanded the eager frantic writer. "Gimme your card, first." repeated the cruel and heartless urchin. it!” ejaculated the young man. ’’Again I lose!" His voice was spiced with' vain. sorrow and despair. Then he -drew a deep breach and sii'uigliTenevi tn’mself out. Ignoring the boy's reply, he muttered determinedly. . half to the !is;. nor nd hail' {<• himself t .- —? With this |»tThs utsolunon tn tntiHl h<T hastened put of the unfriendly hall, into the elmator. down i irro— 111 e --t H-rt w street, i’lid it, a few minutes .found himself on Times square, deliberating by what subway In, might get farthest away from what in his opinion were narr<>w-minded ; hated, exclusive jour-naiis-s who set tbcir watchdogs. in. person of office boys, out to ’hinder young raient like him sell from proving their ’•art." But where could he go? Never-end-ing traffic irr streams moved down the streets, and nudging people flocked and crowded the He glanced at the peaceful green of the square; even there were people. After a lux!fhjbzen ■unkenjpphoys had offered to shine his boots for a "jitney" he managed to make,his way to one of the benches and sat fiown among-a dis, tinguished company, cons’sth g of resting business men. habitual -air breathers" t-.-l ordinary -■: :: . .mlatmospitgre, exactly the kind for a temperamental tramp or poet. From above towered .in midst of other skyscrapers the redoubtable Singer building. The youth gazed at its loftiness. His eyes blinked in the blinding radiam-e of the searing sun. and he ... ahrnyged his shoulders in absolute disgust. ' ■ , --r— — . You are arr "~a ss edr “Yep. Bill Willikins. you're an ass You thought—you'd be rich some day. but you’re not. You thought you'.d have the price of a Singer building, but you won't. You haven't even got a girl. You're no good—absolutely no good ! " With this highly encouraging opinion of himself he succeeded in some-, what depressing his spirits. In a frenzy, suddenly he snatched a large envelope from an inside coat pocket and tore it to shreds. He felt that in doing this he had wreaked a horrible Vengeance upon the world—and, really, he felt nieftn with it- i He dug his hands deep in his pockets and continued brooding. •You boob! You wanted romance, and now you’v® got it. You left a good borne and a swell girl-—and got disjin-

Periled for it. Now she's going to marry n Hindu' You thought you'd be<wiK' a wonder In New York. You slant your last ten bucks for a typewriter. Nnxr fhr Wiii'l.v'* Hml xuu out into the street. Bill Willikins, I agree with you. you're an ass:" I»ow nheartrdness his only sense of feeling. Bill’s mind noon became exhausted with all he sorrowed and pined oxer his hard luck. His worries ■ ll:HlPi'fVCfiTeiriYThl from KU‘Vplng XXell nights and he had not eaten Just us much as his young and: ravenous appetite required. Then, too, he felt wejik ami tired. Before long slumber welcomed his disconcerted mind. Sweet dreams came to him, as they come to all the crestfallen. weary mid sad. He dreamed that he was home, ami the Singer millions his\ And the • Jlindu. too. had not won his sweet- 1 heart, but had gone to where he be“longed. in the East. His first and childhood Jove xvas his wife.' Once,; more he was rhyming and chanting songs of love to the girt who- had been his inspiration and caused him to come to the great, writhing Babel and Strive against fate. He had reached his goal —realized his ambition. Love find not trifled with him; it had made him and the unite whom ho so fondly adored liappy. -But the delectable. beauflftrix isiem rftri not last long.—; He was soon awakened by a sharp, stinging rap on the skin-thick soles of his shne<. His beauteous tlirill vanished. The blood no longer tingled in intoxicated*fascination in his veins; itboiled in incensed passion at his indulgence in allowing himself to doze away and thus bring him info the dutches of the l&W.

He endeavored to collect his senses and- try-and--elude dttress nt the hnnds of the being who disturbed his nap. He stretched himself and yawned for time. Something flapped poignantly against his nose, fluttered with “the xxlnd. in his eyes. pStowßr he opened his sleepy organs of vision, wondering what it might be. The sunlight was v<ux strong, li.ut he sm'ceeded in making out an inscription—-it was his name. -11.- had to blink several times before he could really see, for Ol’ Sol’s camles»‘enee hurt his somniferous sight. Now he grasped the paper in bis hands and read it in a spell-bound, increditiPg xvonder and astonishment. Evidently he did not believe what he saw, for he rubbed his eyes and pimhed himself to ascertain that he things" un nee. Another sharp wallop greeted his surprise. He turned up his eyes to the unknown bystander, who held up his feet. , “Wake up, sleepy poet—l've decided to take you - back I_ guess I . was wrong." His surprise was even greater when he discovered that the imaginary minion was his stubborn and bigoted father. who always loved to have his own way. His heart beat loud for joy when he beheld the second person. He wished to speak, but his tongue be“rSuiemnralyzed.’ ““Darling” was all he 'l'he girl’s buxom countenance became suffused in red. She attempted to hide her deep emotion by saying:

"The Courier will publish in book form the scripts—the, er. very personal and friendly verses that you wrote to me from the time we were little children." . ... "They are your-property?’ interposed honest Rill. "No. they're yours." argued the just girl; "yvu wrote them. And this is the initial check for one thousand. The company is famous for its word. The provisions—sor —royalties —that —I-hn v e made will be faithfully carried but.” ——"A-nr'r." continued the youth, huskily, -*yrotT good—you remember the old contract r xvill H- be (■itrnt’tbTHitz -MaPjori^^'—~ The girl could no longer control her emotions. "It will." she said, in a moved voice, ami buried her blush in the boy's arms, even if it was broad daylight and the hundreds who teemed Times square did laughingly look-upon them.

Pigeons May Come Back.

When they hear the current report that a member of the Connecticut state- game'commission has seen sevrrot - passenger pfge-erts. persons who km w the story of bird life in North Ameii<u are almost as surprised as if he Lad said he had seen specimens of the great auk. The passenger pigeon has be-m considered equally PYtinet Less.than a century ago It wa- th- t plentiful game bird on the eontjnent. and. flocks of passenger p[g,'..t.s artlandscape like a cloqjl passing beneath the sum This seems likely enough, v.!. a •nd recalls Audulwn's estimate of w dl over n billion .pigeons in a migrating fleck. Their reappearance w< uid he a true return of the native, and would be widely welcomed.

Politics and Hairdressing.

In tnTTienr tivHtzations m-rltstfnet'.tc style of hairdressing hud sometimes had its origin in politics, as for inon the Chi± n.'s ( . by their Mancini conquerors. The ■soldier class of old Japan shaved their heads except for a to’iknot of hair. Absolom. so far as his long hair goes, has had many imitators, som-' of whom tied it with ribbon like a Schoolgirl of today. The “love locks” of the English cavaliers were tended as carefully as any woirihn’s, .no doub't to emphasize the difference between the wearers and their enemies, the -“crop-eart-d" Puritans. .

Mere Suggestion.

Said the facefiousfeller, “Maybeth* legislatuft? can increase our revenue* by raising .die prioe of the poetic license.”

THE EVENING (REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

Everyday Flapper Clothes for Spring

S The happy flapper takes no thought as to the wherewithal she shall be clothed and her mother is relieved of much responsibility also. Enr—there Is a specialist for everything these days, ami the specialists in flapper clothes have made the most becoming and expressive- ami fascinating things, nil for the little, growing bud of a schoolgirl. Sometimes they are naive and quaint and sometimes they are boyish;. mostly they bespeak the romping schoolgirl, being simple and washable. But they do credit to the specialist, providing a variety of clever designs that suit youthful wearers completely. Chambray, gingham, coarse linen and heavy cottons are the dependable and familiar materials that are fransTatetl Into unusual _and. interesting school and play dresses for spring. These make their appearance in the depth of winter, at the time that these wash goods in nexv styles and weaves are first presented in the shops. It is therefore easy sailing for mothers who make or supervise the making of vhildren’s clothes at home. The nexv goods and the new garments are before them and there is time for sew ing. By way. qf showing how attractive the new styles are. here are two model “everyday dresses” designed for spring. They have plain~skfiTS~ T With jackets

Spring Styles Favor Airy Blouses

Since separate skirts for spring! have blossomed OUT in airy fabrics—-organ-die, georgette and light erepy silks—there is but one character of blouse to wear with them. AH the signposts of the highways leading springward point to dainty apparel of beautiful texture and ilowerlike coloring. Severity, evep |A tailored-made things is to bp tempered ?by the -sheetness and Cplorfuli ness .fabrics. Restrictions on raw materials are removed and the reaCtion from wartime’s plain and qjiiet dressing, lias set, in. There is a great variety of new styles in blouses and in the materials of which they are made. In cottons there, are examples in batiste, dimity, organdie, net, voile. But for every cotton waist just now thererseem to he two of georgette <wepe—s'uch is- the high regard in whiefl women hold this beautiful fabric. Plaited frills, fine tucks, filet, and other laces sparingly .used are the chief item£ qf ornamentation and "sleeves with a few Continue long. There are some exafhples. in the new models that fasten in the back. The sHpover styles are well represented* nearly always failing to simply slip over, the head and accomplishing their fastening in the

that are something between the middy and the sweater coat. At the left the coat, or jacket, buttons down the front with flat pearl buttons and has a narrow Tiem at the bottom that pursues its way without regard to the pockets that stand in its path. There are four of these convenient and ornamental happy thoughts. Each has a turnover scallop at the top faced with white. The turned back cuffs are finished in the same way and there is an emplacement of white on the collar and two large, flat pearl buttons on the revers. JJlue. tan. yellow or pink gingham, or -linen, - offer themselves as. candidates that will do all that is expected of them if chosen to make this dress. Heavy white cotton, with emplacements of plain chambray in a color, will account for the slipover that has so much-ertginality-to its credit in the dress at the right. Pearl buttons and simulated buttonholes across the front are unexpected and ornamental. The sleeves flare and are caught in with a strap that actually buttons at the wrist. This makes the laundering easy. I The pointed turnover on the pockets is I decorated with a buttop, and there is m—elever set-in collar in the colored goods. Both these dresses are finished off with narrow belts of patent leather that slip through straps of the material. They are worn with canvas shoes.

back-or at the sides and A crei>e <le chine-model tb be worn with tailored dr wash skirts appears at the left with plaits at the front and smtill buttons set on in groups. Very small bead and embroidery motifs at each side show the tendency to elaborate even the .tailored waists with a little cheerful color. The deep cuffs, turned hack at the wrist. into which Tile TuTT The most popular of blouse sleeves. In so the tailored models the designer is of two minds apparentlyadiling an unexpected tuucb of frivolity to an otherwise plain style, but this inconsistency is managed cleverly and continues to be charming. " At the right a dressy slipover style is made of crepe georgette. It fastens along the shoulder and at one side. Needlework and beads ’join forces In its decoration. .

Wool and Bead.

New georgette blouses fire trimmed with beads, coarsely fastened in place with bright-colored strands'of worst* ed. The combination Is interesting.

FATHER OF THE PARAGRAPH

George D. Prentice, Oldtime Journal* Ist, Once Wished to Use Pistols, as Well. One hundred and sixteen years apo, on December 18, 1802, there l,l>rQ at Preston, Conn., George D. Prentice, who became one of the most noted newspaper men of his.timie, the father ot the'editorial paragraph, as the Short terse pointed comments he made on men and matters were called, and who narrowly missed an editorial career in Ohio. Prentice toured Ohio In 1830, after he had already made a name for himself in eastern journalism, looking for a location, but passed on into Ketu. tucky, where at Lexington he began .work on his “Life of Henry "Clay” and ultimately became editor of the Louisville Journal. On his way through Ohio he called on William D. Gallagher, who had already become well known as an editor and who was then publishing his unfortunate venture at Xenia —‘‘The Backwoodsman.” Gallagher was upstairs working with the types that summer day in 1830 and a helper from below’ announced his caller. Gallagher stopped to make himself a little more presentable, whereupon Prentice shouted upstairs, “Never mind inky fingers; I’m used to them.” The two men were in hearty accord then, but it is interesting to note that they came to swords’ joints twenty years later —or rather to pistol points. The slavery question coming up, in the early fifties, the two men found themselves editors of the two principal newspapers of Louisville —Gallagher <>f the Courier and Prentice of the Journal, taking opposite sides. Gallagher was strong for abolition and Prentice defended slavery. Their references to“each other soon” descended to the level of personal journalism. Finally Prentice went to Cincinnati, where Gallagher had written much for the newspapers, digging up his abolition sentiments for the.purpose of retailing them to pro-slavery Louisville. This aroused the lion in Gallagher and he applied opprobrious terms to Prentice. The next day a Colojiel Churchill arrived at Gallagher's rural home with a challenge to him to fight a duel. After reading the challenge Gallagher tore it into bits and said to Churchill, “Tell Prentice that that Is my answer tohi s - fool ish challenge J*—Prentice died in Louisville, January 22, 1870.

Delighted With Ice Cream.

It wasJn an American base hospital In France that I found him, his eyes bandaged, lying motionless on his cot, in a quiet corner of the ward. “Howw’ould you like some chocolate ice cream?” I bent down to whisper. “Aw, quit your kiddin’!” he drawled. The Words were so pathetically wistful that it was almost a moan. “But here it is!” I said. Yet not till I sat down on the spot to feed him the first mouthful did he believe me. “Why. ma'am. I just thought you were foolin’. I didn’t reckon there was any real U. S. A. ice cream short of 3.000 miles from here, lessways not for m e.” —And the way- he smacked his lips over that one saucer repaid me for coming those 3,000 miles to make It for him. —Mary Elizabeth Evans in Letter From Paris.

Food and War.

__ We went in to the war because the German general staff held the convlction that American< wheat was more dangerous to th? Teuton army than Amencatf soTiTiefs cotild ever he. says Ralph W. Page, whose discussion of ttrg~~fnpd~ slluatlon appears -tn— theWorld’s Work. They realizedwhat we soon discovered —“that food will win The rutbless submarine campaign that outraged Christendom was primarily directed against the transatlantic journeys of the Chicago pigen route to the Tommy’s, haversack. Rather than risk the replenishment of the poilu's larder from the harvest fields of Kansas, William the Conquered elected to defy the republic.

Stepping From Under.

“We mustn't overlook the fact that Austria was against us in this war,” says Senator Penrose, adding. “We are in the habit of blaming everything on '‘Germany and if we don’t watch out Austria is ii:Hde to escape just penalties. Austria reminds me of Percy Jones. “Percy Jones likes to be called a regular fellow and quite gallant,” said a mutual friend. t£L. another “But is he gallant?” questioned the friend. “Well, Pm not sure. He changed his mule's name from Maud to Bill so he wouldn't feel ashamed when he licked it.”

Squelching Him.

Robert “Chambers-tells a good one in which Rex Beach is the hero. Seems that a certain acquaintance of Beach occasionally breaks hrttw print aufF causes the movelist great annoyance by bragging about it. “One day.” says Chambers, “Beach and this party met and the latter said, ‘Did you see my latest story In the Wonder Magazine?’ “ ‘Yes,’ said Beach, ‘and a friend of mine paid it a nice little compliment.’ “ ‘How’s that,’ asked the delighted pest. r '“He wanted to know If I wrote it,’ retorted Beach."

German Deterioration.

German doctors estimate that the average person In cities of that country lost about one-sixth of his weight during the war. Men lost "slightly more weight Jihan women. Farmers toat no weight at all.

IN SHEER CRUELTY

Boches Operated on Prisoners Without Anesthetics. Ample Proof That There Wae No Shortage of Medical Supplies Is Evidence of Fiendishness of Hun Surgeons. A British '■ prisoner taken near St. Quentin in March said that all amputations in. Germany were being done without anesthetics, owing to alleged shortages of them. A correspondent ”writes! ■ ' - •' —”~ “On the day-that the prince of Wales entered Denain and attended the service of thanksgiving in the church there I lingered behind after all the ceremonies were over and talked with tlje inhabitants. They had been badly treated. They were full of the stories of their legitimate woes. One old man said to me: “ ‘M’sieu should see the English doctor. He knows!’ “I saw him. He was a major in charge of a Canadian field ambulance. When I-found him, in the huge building which he had transformed into a 'hospital, he was busy superintending the treatment of women and pitiful little children who had been gassed by the Boches in defiance of all the laws of humanity.- There was one little fellow howling with terror. He did not wish to retbain with the military. He had only known the German soldier! ‘“Well, then take him away, poor little chap,’ sal# the major. ‘Bring him back three times a day to be dressed.’ “Then the major and I talked of the successful Canadian attack and of the

condition of the town when it had been taken. It was not a pretty story. It was, in fact, a terrible indictment against the Boche. “ ‘They starved the civilians. The only meat they gave theni in three years was three dead mules. And all the time their own officers were living on the best.’ “ ‘Then there was shortage?’ “ ‘Oh, yes, there was a shortage; but the German officers did not feel it.’ “ ‘And their other supplies? Your line, for instance —medical supplies?’ “The major laughed. “ Conic with me,’ he said, ‘and I’ll show you a field medical cart that we captured just as they were driving it off. It is one of the most w’onderful things I have ever seen.’ ; ' “We went into the transport yard and here we fount something like ar Scotch cart with a closed-in top, bearing the Red Cross on its sides. The major let down the back flap and w r e saw a series of drawers, like an enlarged card-index file cabinet. He pulled one out. “ ‘Look at tfiat,’ he said. ‘There you have most of the drugs we have been short of for months —and have them in profusion. Morphia, chloroform — anything you like. It is the most perfect thing of its kind I have ever seen. “You could sell that cart’s cargo in England for its weight in gold. It contains some -Of the m valuable and rarest synthetic drugs in the world. It is treasure trove. . . . Like a souvenir? Here, then —here’s a case of a dozen phials of porphine —or chloroform —or antipyrin.’ “That was in a field medical cart 1 If such a supply of rare drugs could be sent up practically to the front line, what must the German have had in his rear hospitals? What, then, can be his excuse for aniputatingJtheJjmbs_ of our wounded prisoners without anesthetics? Can it have been any- •• thing but wa nt<m cruelty ? . ~ “That field medical cart is the evidence !”■ —Boston Transcript.

Too Much Arithmetic.

Unde Mose Lightfoot approached a clerk, in the drug store and inquired: “Got any threte-cent stamps?” . “No,” the clerk replied, “we’re all out of threes.” “Dat’s too bad," said Uncle Mose, , “cause dis letter ought to go out tonight.” “We have plenty of twos.” “But dis letter goes out of town.” “Apd we have plenty of opes.” “But one won’t take it.” “Couldn’t you put ou a two and a one?” “Huh?” • “Or three ones?” As the old darky ambled toward the door he scratched his head and am—swered : —— “Maybe I could; maybe I could; but I ain’t got no time to be foolin’ roun’ trying to add up.”—Youngstown Telegram.

Railroading.

Clyde Foster, a south s’de youngster. has been much impressed recently by warnings about the care of his health so that he would not “catchJL the influenza and die and be taken to -theTeenwfiry; Htsrfather is a man. amt when Santa Claus came around Clyde received a fine choochoo train. He was proudly exhibiting it to some neighbors, who asked how much It cost to ride on his train. “Three dollars.” he said. “Where can you go for $3?" one asked. “Crown Hill.” Clyde promptly answered.— Indianapolis News.

What Johnny Needed.

“ “Johnny! Crying on Christmas day!” reproved the visitor. -.“We11,” blubbered Johnny, “we all asked our family this year to, give Us what we needed m-most.” V “There’s nothing to cry about, then, is there?" ' ’ “It’s h-beastly roared Johnny. “Pa gave me a licking.”—London Answer*,