Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 55, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 March 1919 — Page 2

Jones Gets a Raise

By IMES MACDONALD

; IMS. by McClure Newspaper * Syndicate.) Young Mr. Jones reached ever and _4Eave Ills adding"machim* a toy tenuis, tive jabs anti again, lapsed Intd s rc\ert#. Five year's out of a midwest efn - foilfgc. atM David H. Jones- had ?t.ftTe to boast of in the way of achievement. He bad been ambitious, luit eager, ttnd enthusiastic application to his Job for five Ion? years had failed to lift hffii ertit of the clerk s class. When lie had taken the Job in answer to an advertisement be had been - "adTttttciunent arid n future for the right man." Rut he was still doing the same work he had been doing after his first three months with the company. He had stuck to due job with sincere- and Industrious pur; j pose without its bringinghim any- j tiling in the way of advancement—--and j now that it was Jiine again .the pros- j pert of another long, hot summer in j that office galled him. j With a thoughtful air, lie withdrew j from his wallet a clipping which lie had torn from bis newspaper on 'the way downtown in the subway that morning. “WANTED —Athletic young man as nectiout shore. Must be expert swim- j mer—know motorboats, sailboats and canoes —make repairs and be generally, useful and obliging; SCO monthly and board. See Mrs. Agnes Tnmer between 10 and 12 Tuesday, Hotel Arkwright." And after he had rend the ad through once more young Mr. Jones arose from his desk and entered the private otlice of his great and exclusive boss, the well-known Mr. Henry I*. Riggs. Mr. Riggs, or "Old H. P.,’’ 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 amount of hniins and some ability. When I came here 1 was promised rapid advancement and a future, and before I die of old age at $35 a week 1 thought l*d go 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 IL I*. glared, and the barest crinkle of a sarcastic smile puckered . up one corner of liismouUi—“You're through, all right I” he agreed, “and you won’t find three-thousand-doliar jobs hanging on trees around this town, youug man.” “Anyway," grinned Jones affably, “I don’t intend to hang on this tree till I'm rotten. There are pigmy of other trees growing in the. orchard of Mauh«n«n" •' ■ ... ——— • ' q “Very well." growled Old 11. I*., turning back to his desk. "But if you, don't get your fancy job you can have your old one here any time before the first of September." he thing fryer his shoulder.

"Iluii !’’ {lO 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!”. _± But at .that Aery li. Jones, clad in a sleeveless jersey and au old pair of (funnel trousers, was tuning up the engine of a high-powered motorSoat up on the Connecticut shore. "Hello.' boatman !” shop let! 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 aud turned around with the intention of sliding down backwards to the deck of. the boat, some six feet below, lief skirt caught on a bolt, but she kept right on sliding till the modest Mr. Joues was compelled to turn his face away. "Unhook me." she finally wailed indignantly. And'Modes, wiping his dirty hands on a piece of waste, reached up obediently and unhooked her. setting her safely on her feet with a grin. M “My—my coining was quite a revelation. wasn't it ?" site said demurely. the color deepening, in her cheeks. But Jones had pretended not to no* tice; although the nice ineu who pretend never to notice are the very ones who never miss anything. "Who might yon Ik??” he asked pleasantly.— r a ’Tiu Lotta, the youngest,” she laughed. "Carlotta Biggs, you know. We only got here just a little while ago— Louise and Nina and Aunt v 4gnes. 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 froth that day forth David R. Jones was Lorta’s very own. She appropriated him as something sent to her by the gods for her own especial pleasure and amusement. Together they painted the boats —mendes the flock —rebuilt the float. Sturdily she __ worked at bis side, and in between times they swifin together. If the rest of the family noticed it at ail they merely passed it off with a shrug—for pfter nil Lotta was only a kid, but— The day H. P. Riggs was expected up to spend a .week with bis family. J-otta and Jones went across the bay k> tin- ludtorboajtomeethim. and he was introduced to the bare-shouldered, brawny young boatman by dfis daughter. “ At first he did not recognize Jones,, bat the way Lotta hovered over

that young man -drew her father’s undivided attention and disapproval —and while he glowered over his daughter’s so apparent affection for his erstwhile clerk. Jhr.es 4 Identity registered itseif on W»~hririßv • ~ "Davy isn’t really a boatjftani" explained Lotta to her father that night at the dinner table. "HoY' jm-t a ve+yniCe young man who’ worked his bead <TfT five whole years for a grouetiy old man who wouhlh’t give him :i e!t;in«e. S<. Davy made tip his mind to haver a nice vtu aiioj] this siiimuer and' find- a better Job next fall." - *SWT nstmt Lotta framed thhnigh her d nnfrr and slit>ned down to the beach anti Davy Jones. = “Vi-hy, dillU It all!“ .-wid.l»:rvy. a few minutes hiter. "You shouldn’t have told him tfia’t. *'Your father was tlie oh] gity" who wouldn’t give me a chance!- , *• ' And I .oft a sat hack against tin upturned boat in’amazement. “Mean old filing!" she said, ’disrespectfully, with visions in her young mind of putting it over on her father. .Then si it* leanid her slim length 'against Davy Jones, with one nund curled behind, his neck -.-and if yoy.' v o over had anyone you - fovfrd standing as Lotta wiia, hi-ggimt to lle kissed. y<m probably know j tist Wffiut Jdpw did about it. "Since the very first day; Davy dear, Pve been wtmtitvg—you- to kiss- -me,” she was saying, ns the glow of Old H. P.’.s cigar came around the corner of .the boathouse. For a moment he stormed and watched the two 'who stood so close together there, his daughter and Davy Jones —then he walked over and faced them grimly. ‘‘l sunno.se vou'D he wanting ymtr. old job back again,” saiTl 11. P. Riggs to the startled Mr. Jom**. “When a Tnnn's married he rather needs~a Job. doesn’t lie? Rut the two of you ctin’t live on thirty-five a week.” "Lotta says we can,” grinned Jones, hugging fflH willing young'woman Just n hit closer —fend tlien lie bluffed a little. ‘‘However, we vyon't have to. I’m starting with Rogers. Wyman & Co., tiie first of September at $3,500 a year.” Whereupon Lotta squeezed his arm and eyed her father hostileiy. Foe a moment H. P. Riggs withstood that glance and then he extended his hand with a grin. “On tlie contrary, Dave," he said almost genially, “you're starting with H. P. Riggs & On. at $5.000 —and eventually a —a 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 ft assume the form of a tower op- bal-’ cony, which was erected for the purpose of enabling anyone to gaze about; and there is no need to hunt through tlie pages of-a— foe-the -origin of so obvious a term. Curiosity is j common to the race,*and contrivances of nil kinds have been called for throughout the.ages, and will continue to !>e. to enable people to pry into their neighbors’ affairs: and architectural Solutions or the problem must always be as. interesting as iJiry have fri-queoMy proved most picturesque: Doubtless in tlie 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; hut we will go nd further back for examples :?hTffi“l%n^SW s TTTS Puny s’ as' we know, were of a very inquiring turn Xpf mind, andre most appropriately commemorated at Como, their supposed birthplace, on the west front of the cathedral, hy 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 jjt such a period, we can only suppose them to have been erected to serve as gazebos when* he could -look-iint> t-ho-groupds of his neighborsand watch.their incomings and outgoings.- ,T. 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 be expressed a desire to see her. She came and brought with her several toy* B , and books. Eight-year-old Virginia and Aunt Anne were both | at Joe’s bedside when mother brought ;in his medicine. Joe fretted against j takiqg it, and Aunt Anne generously offered: "If you’ll take it like a little man auntie will get you a new soldier's cap.” she promised. . 4 t A few minutes later in the dining room" adjoining the sick room she heard the gift discussed. "Yon didn’t take on enpugh. Joe,” Virginia was criticizing her brother. "If you had cried loud like everything you'd a got a whole suit of clothes,”

Good From Alchemy.

The philosopher's stone Dever existed except hypothetically in the imj agination of credulous humanity, put ] out of the efforts of many thoughtful | men the present has grown with its enlightened views and fuller knowledge. Alchemy, although in many re•spects a remarkable example of the extent to which hnpian reason may aberrate, can never be without human interest. It' brought t.o View many fresh fields of research, and led to the discovery of many facts of great importance during its strange and devious career, yr . ‘ .

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

Quick Change in Style of Gowns

i New York. —It Is time to change a few things in women’s apparel, asserts a prominent fashion authority. Women are leaping from uniforms intq medieval gowns of gold, and .crystal, and tulle in brilliant colors, and into smashing furs and red street apparel.'’ There are significant chaiig'-s working up from tlie ground._ Tle-n- is tlie new deoollefnge which was prophesied in tills department weeks ago and which is coming into view as smart women exploit it. Half a dozen new ways’ of cutting the neckline have leaped into existence.and a dozen new collars claim the blue ribbon of excellence. No matter whether we dress differently about tin 1 hips and feet, we Tire dressing decidedly diff< neatly about the-neck and even tlie wrists!.——. It is in these significant changes th.’.. the great mass of women are in-tcr.-sted wlm do mir feel that they canafford entirely new gowns for tlie midseason. The.artist who Said that all changes in fashions? for women consisted in the placement of the bulge, or the absence of it, should have added that the open spaces in costumes were second In importance. ==— 1 ~ ~~—; Cut to the bone, there is no doubt ! that he was right. Tire contour is the : thing. It is where a garment goes ki OF -eut 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 ITcckline Is perhaps the most important to the average woman. She has belief in herself j when it comes to cutting a new kind ; 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 hack of a black velvet evening gown which is cut high in front. This idea is.worked out in many types of gownspeven 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 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 women wore the georgette., which wrinkled-about the. neck and spread outward over the chin and the back of the head. This was in troll ueedto 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 dark blue crepe or veiling, rather than of white satin. When Richard II was 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. ,•{ When Elizabeth was queen of England the delta..deeolletage, 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. , ■ When James 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 Heariette of France to lead 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. « In the picturesque days of Queen Anne women introduced the low, -square cut decolletage, guiltless of collar. which our women hgve worn for two decades: and in the middle of the eighteenth century, in the Georgian era, women used a simple deeolletage In a founded V outlined with a wrinkled handkerchief as,®’ part of their street attire. Running the mind over this slight

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 the Elizabethan times, the deep square of Queen Anne, with its tight, high line at the Side of the neck, and the! l.'-shupi d sh volletage pf the end of the eighteenth century, with its modesty piece of luce. Return of Lace Collars, We have gone through a season of medieval severity in the neckline. Women have'aided nature which made them ugiy or cheated nature which made -them beautiful by going about without any softening effect ut the neck, by wearing coat collars of heavy homespun unrelieved by while.. and hy the use ofi V-shaped lines of heavy velveteen and crepe which fashion kept unadorned^-—,—— True to history this was, hut 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 exclusive, house there is a tendency to put precious lace on the new neck- v line. It is not a V-shaped neckline; I it is a deep U which calls for a softening outline and an extremely soft 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 bands on the pulse of fashion that the oblong neckline of the Renaissance is. no longer s*mart, 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 deeolletage 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 deeolletage. s There will be an oblong Renaissance neckline that reaches from shoulder to shoulder, ctft 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 in froutjhat 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 deeolletage 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 Jew eled piece of open net over the shoulder to the base of the neck at each side, and then the deeolletage spread downward and out-, 4vard to the arm-pits. \ Take this change in the neckline seriously. It will govern the clothes of the next few weeks. - (Copyright, ISIS. by McClure Newspaper ■ > Syndicate.) V

White Collars.

In spite q£ the fact that some, of the newest frocks have no whit€ *tt the throat, and that others favor the rounded neck, with lace and a tucker,* still others feature a wlflte satin collar that is high at the neckband that fx- ( tends in ’ the front over tb* beJ'eu quite to the waistline.

VINTAGE TIME IN TOSCANY

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 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 fhelast 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. 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 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. —picture, as those huge cattle, white and big-horjfied, 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 dew-moist grapes, dropping the cious bunches into picturesque baskets lying all about. The sun prayed in glad, shifting shadows iu 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 Ameri-' can 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 sundowjn, and all the fruit carried away to the wine

press. . , - Slipper 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 doof, near which hung a little oil Isynp patterned after those of the Etruscans; at the long table in 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 chamber, which had that dighity of proportion and fine simplicity of lines which speaks of Tuscan taste, even in these humble quartets. 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 our impending attack. First soup was served from huge bowls into deep, <a-

A Road in Tuscany.

pacious dishes; next came a rich and satisfying fritto misto, and Then larger platters, burdened with pasta redolent with an herb savored sauce. There was plenty ‘of honest wine towash 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 w-as 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 like dream symbols us tropes and darings, of love and faith. I sat in contemplation, watching the moonlight wax stronger and brighter, making more real and definite the pie ture of peace on earth spread so wohdrously before me, till my thoughts wandered awajTlo another harvest scene, far removed among sterner but: no less pebce 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 emotions of a brave defense, Put 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, fiot alone of the dead and the wounded we have been told so often, but. of all the other and indescribably sad things which the eyeand the heart of the harvest gathers t Amidst Scenes of Desolation. Look! A once flourishing littletown, 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 Equipments waiting for orders te proceed ,to the front treneh es, -where a battle has just been fought and won. Let us walk to the battlefield; it is feaclied through a pine wood still smoking resinously from the fires which the bursting shells have started. The road is wholly exposed tq a 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 Pours ago; the shells whizz by us with that horrible suggestive rotatory sound which seems to say: Coming, Coming, Bang—and you die!

Dog Had Something to Say.

The Hon. John W. Davis, appointed our ambassador in London in succession to Mr. Page, is on eminent lawyer, „ <* ' - < Mr. Davis tells the story of a very small bby who was trying to lead & big St. Bernard up %'busy thoroughfare. “Where are you going*to take that dog, my little chap?” inquired a passerby, '“l—l’m going to see where -—where hie wants to go first,” was the breathless reply."