Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 65, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 March 1919 — Page 2

Jones Gets a Raise

By IMES MACDONALD

<Copyright, 1918. by McClure Newspaper .!.* ' Syndicate. ) - S7 - Mr. .Tones reached over idol fyjve his adding limcfiiue it Hot U'lilaii\r jabs and flLfTHtn lapsed Into it rrw cite. TTvo yt-tiTs iuii of it inTflvvf.stern and On>’T<l R. .Tones had little 1 to boast of in 1 Ih* way of aoblevement. Jie sines-been ambitions, l>ut eager and enthusiastic application to his job for five long years had failed Jo lift huu 7 nut of the clerkVeUvss. When lie. had taken the }ol> In answer i«> an advertisement he had been sssumi of “rapid advancement and a ftittire for the right man.” But Ih* wa I ** st ill drting_tlie same work he hail beep doing after his first’ three-m-m-t-fts-w i -*-b----the company. He hnd stuck to one Jojirßlt sihow and hnlttst rtntis purpose without its bringing him itoytittag In the w:>y-of-wdvatfnvnietH —and now that it was June-again the prospect jtf another long, hot snminer in «>tli< e galled him. — With a thoughtful air he withdrew from his wallet a clipping which ho had torn from his newspaper on the way downtown In the subway that morning. “WANTED—At hleilc young man as Itoatinan on gentleman's estate. Com | ■necti cut-shore. Must be expert swhnmer—know motorboats, sailboats and canoes—make repairs and he generally useful and obliging; $60 -monthly and hoard. See Mrs. Agnes Turner between 10 and 12 Tuesday, Hut el A rkwright.” And after lie hod read the ad through once more young Mr. Jones arose from his desk and entered theprivate office -of-hia great and exclusive boss, the well-known Mr. Henry —p. Riggs. —Mr. Higgs, or ‘•Old 1i.1‘..“ as be was called in the outer office, stared at the Impulsive Mr. .Tones with surly j surprise. The privacy of his domain had tuner before been so violated. “Well?" he demanded. “I’m Jones.” said Jones, “David It. Jocea. I've been with this company live years. I have a fair education, a certain amount of brains and some ability. When I caiue here I was promised rapid advancement and a future, and before I die of old age at $35 a week I Thought l*d go ih t o the npnter with you.” “Well 7" repeated Old H. P. sourly. “I want a man’s job and $3,000 a year from today or I'm through." Old H. I*. glared, and tlie barest crinkle of a sarcastic smile puckered up one corner of his mouth. “You’re ; through, ail right 1" ho agreed, “and you ; won’t hud .three-thousand-del! at* -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 lire plenty of other r trees growing in -tiny orchard of Man- . hattau." “Very well,” growled Old H. I’.. turning back to his desk. “But.if.you don’t.>i get your fancy joty you can have your old one here any time before the first of September,” lie tiling over his shoulder. "Huh!" he grunted a few tftiys later .when the incident recurred To him. “The young squirt! And I was proud of fifteen a week at his age!” But at that very moment David 11. Jones, clad in a sleeveless- jersey and an old pair of flannel trousers, was tuning-up the engine of a high-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 j turned around with the intention of j sliding down backwards to the deck of the bofit, some six feet below. Her skirt caught on a bolt.; but she kept ! right on sliding tilLrht* modest Mr. ; Jones was compelled to turn his farce.j away. _ “Unhook me." she finally wailed indignantly. And Jones, wiping his dirty hands on a piece of waste, reached up obediently and unbooked her. setting her safely on her feet with a grin. j “My—my coming was quite a re vote- j lion. wasn’t it?” she said demurely, the <rrbe* deepening; in her cheeks. - -t But Jones had pretended not to fio-rj tiee. althougli the nice men who pre- J tend never to notice are the very ones who never miss anything. “Who might yon be?" lie askejij pleasantly, “I’m Lotta. the youngest, " she laugh- j ed. “Carlotta Higgs, you know. We ouly got here just a little while ago— Louise and Nina and Aunt Agnes. Aunty says you impressed her very favorably at your interview iti town, and she thinks you're going to be a very nice boatman. What’s your name?” : And from that day forth David it. Jones was Lotta’s very own. She appropriated %puv as something sent to , Iter by the gods for her own especial pleasure and amusement. Together they painted the boats—ttlended the j dock—rebuilt the float. Sturdily she j worked at his side, and in between ’runes they swam together. If the rest of tlie family noticed, it at all they merely parsed it off with a shrug—for after alDLottu wa* oniy’a kid, but— The day H. P. Higgs was expected up to spend a week with bjs family, lipitn' and Jones went across the bay in the motorboat to hhii, and he was introduced to the bare-shouldered* , brawny* yofutg boattnan by his dayghtet. At. first jhg’ tiid not recognize Jones, hot the way Lotta hovered over

that ybung mEh drew her rafherli undivided attention and disapprovai—and while he glowered over hia daughter's an nppnret-t » wegti on for his erstwhile clerk. Janes’ identity registered itself oh his brain. , '' “Davy isn’t really It boatman,'* expIBUTMI I,(lll j^ffTTt'(“fillll e i ilbil nLhi ■t the dinner table, "He's jn-rt a very nice young man who worked his head off five whole years for a grouchy old man who wouldn't give him a clmnwv s<• Dav\ made up his mind -to have a nice vacation this suimnci* wnd tinwA better jpb next fall." , Ami a s nsual 1/nliii Irti/ied through Iter dinner ami slipped down U» the “Why, <la,fti it all !" said l*avy. a few en'ilfiiites later, “You shouldn’t have told • IiTTTr-th7it. —¥uur-ftrther-wrts-the old guy who wouldn't give me a Chßlice !" And L»*ttn ?nt hrtck Mgaim-l nriurF' turned iamt Ui amazement. “Mean old tiling!" she said, disrespectfully, with | visions in lu r young mind of putting I it tu n’ nil Imr tut her. Then she louui < j hi r slim length against Davy -.Times. —and if you've ever had. anyone you . ievi-d sT a tiding as Lotta was, begging to kissed-, you proliahly know just Ui' < dill about it. ■'Sgnr ilir \ ry fir-1 day, .Duty <!ear. I’ve ' bcetr w iinl ing you to kiss me,” she was saying, as tin*, glow (if Old H, P.’s cigar came -ttroupd the corner of the boathouse. For a moment he stopped and —watched the two who stood so close together them his daughter . and Davy Jones —then he walked over and faced them grimly. ”1 suppose youT! lie wanting your L -nhbJiflT-bii('k--agriiit. !J '-strnt~-ii7~±‘’.Biggs: to the startled Mr. .tones. “When a man’s married he nit her needs a job, doesn't he? Hut the two of you can't live on thirty-five a week.” “T-otia says We can." grinned Jones, bugging that w illing young woman just a hit closer —and then he bluffed a little. “However, we wonThnve to. Tin ■starting with Hogers. W.viaan & Go., the first of September at $3,500 a year." Whereupon Lott a squeezed his arm and eyed her father host!leiy. For a moment H. I’. Higgs withstood that glance and then he extended his hand with n grin. ~ ~~“On tlie-contrary. I»ave "-he -said nlmost genially, “you’re starting with H. P. Higgs Uo. at $5.000 —and eventually a—a partnership.” And then Lotta graciously transferred one of Davy Jones’ kisses to her father and hack 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 the form of a tower or bal-cony..-which was - erected for the purpose of enabling anyone to gaze about; and there is no need t<> hunt through the pages of a dletionary for the origin of so obvious a term. Curiosity is common to the race, and contrivances of all kinds have been railed for throughout the ages, and will continue to he, to enable people to pry into their neighbors' affairs: and architectural solutions of- the problem must always he as ns they have frequently proved most picturesque. Doubtless in the remotest antiquity such means of prying were in vogue. •nut the hanging gardens of Babylon may have presented replicas of the towers of Kent or Chambers; hut we will go no further back for examples than Pliny's villa at l a'ireiHum. The" Plinys. as we know, were of a very inquiring turn of mind, and are most appropriately oom'memorated at Como, their supposed birthplace, on the west front of the cathedral, by a sculptured representation of each engaged in looking out of a window. Thus it was that' when Pliny the Younger built his celebrated villa he gave it two towers, and as they could be used neither for defense in such a place nor for smoking rooms at such a period, we can only suppose them to—have been erected to serve as gazebos where he ~could Took into the grounds of his neighbors and watch their incomings and outgoings.,—J. Traveiior Perry in Architect (England).

Joe's Mistake.

Joe had the influenza. Knowing that Aunt Anne always brought irifts to her, sick nephews and nieces In expressed a desire to see her. She catiie and brought with her several toys and books. Eight-vear-old Virginia and Aunt Anne wore both at Joe’s bedside when mother .brought in his medicine. Joe fretted against taking it, and Aunt Anne generously offored: “If you'll take jt like a little man .auntie will get you a new soldier’s 1 cap," she promised. A few minutes later in the dfning room adjoining the sick room she heard the gift discussed. "You didn't take on enough, Joe,” Virginia criticizing her brother. “If you had cried loud like every tiling, you'd a got suit of clothes."

Good From Alchemy.

The stone never ex- | isted except hypothetically in the ini*, agination of credulous humanity. But 'em of the efforts of many-tbougb ts ul men the present has .grown with its enlightened views and fuller, knowledge* Alchemy; although iu many respects a remarfcab?e example of the extent to, which hinnap , reason - niay aberrate, can never be without human interest. It brought to view many „fresh field# of rdlearch, and led to” the discovery of many facts of great importance during .its strange and devious career. /... ••• ' *

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER. INP.

Quick Change in Style of Gowns

, New York.—lt Is time to change a few things in women’s appafel, asserts a prominent fashion authority. Women are leaping front uniforms into medieval gowns of gold, and crystal, and tulle in, brilliant colors, and into smashing furs anil red street apparel. There are significant changes w:orklug tip from the ground. Th« i r»‘ is Uh* new decolletage which in tliis department weeks ago and which is coming Into ,view ns smart women exploit it. Half a dozen new ways of cutting the neckline have leapotTint.o ex.istence ;i-nd- a new collars claim the blue ribbon of excellence. No matter fvh' Mer we dress differently ahoqt the hips ;md Wet, we are dressing decidedl.v tllffereotiy about the tiee!< and ev< n tin' wrists. Tt is in These signifientit riiangestbui tin* great mass of women are interested who do nor-feel that they can afford entirely new gowns for the 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. Cut to the hone, there is no doubt that he was right. The contour is the thing. It is where' a garment goes in or out that determines its fashjon, hew 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 ih the neckline is perhaps the most important to the averuge woman. She lias belief in herself when it comes to cutting a new kind of neckline. She feels that a good pair of scissors may be the medium of transforming an old gown into a new gown by the simple process of turning an oblong neck into a round one, a square one, or a U-shaped one.

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

AH 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. VMicn Edward II was king of England the women wore the georgette. which wrinkled, about the neck and spread outward over the chin and the hack 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 dark bluP 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, womto dropped the neckband of the gown from chin to collar bone. When Elizabeth was_ queen of England the delta decolletage was invented, and it ran along with another neckline that exposed all the chest and half the shoulders, and then, as. if by a sudden spasm of prudery, hid the Deck 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 Henriette of -France to Tehcf~TEe fashions for his court, there wgs 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 Annd women introduced the low, square cut decolletage, guiltless of collar, which our women have worn for two decades; and in the.middle of the eighteenth centhry, in the Georgian era, women. nseil a simple decolletage tn a rounddd V outlined with a wrinkled handkerchief as a part of their street - - -V* - Bunning tlie mind over this slight

sijmmaty 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 immedlafe 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. aii^th6 the eighteenth century, with its modesty pu-ce of Ja.ce. '• __ Return of Lace Col la rs. We have gone through a Season of medieval s-•verity, in the neckline. Women have aided.nature which made them. ugly or cheated nature- which made them beautiful by going about without any softening effect at the neck, by wearing coat collars of heavy homespun unrelieved by white, and by iho use of V-shaped lines of heavy velveteen and crepe which fashion kept unadorned. True to history this was, \but not true to art. There were few women who leokmi their best in such sever,ity. 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 neckline. It is not a V-shaped neckline! it is a deep U which calls for a softening outline and an extremely soft arrangement of lace or tulle across the bust. The Queen Anne decolletage which hugs the side of the neck and runs down into a narrow L-shaped opening is extremely smart, and it is banded 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-sbaped decolletage outlined with chinchilla which swings the chiffon with the movement of the figure, as though it were a necklace. Beneath it, and hugging the-bust in the eighteenth centhry manner, is a bodice with a rounded decolletage. There will be an oblong Renaissance neckline that reaches from shoulder to shoulder, cut on a tight satin bodice, and over that wall be swung a looser bodice of colored chiffon or tulle which is high at the back and has a long, rounded line in front that drops to the waist. 1 . Black and seal brown velvet afternoon gowns have the Queen Anne decolletage, which follows the exact line where the neck is placed on the body, until it gets to the collar bone, where it dips into a straight, open space half way to the waist. This is outlined with fur. Again, it may be outlined with Venetian point. — — The delta decolletage is considered the most becoming of all for evening wear. Get out any picture of Elizabethan times and you will see what is meant. ° In that gorgeous era the women wore a jeweled piece of open net over the shoulder to the base of the neck at each side, and MbeirThe 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, ISIS, by McClure Newspaper Syndicated) * , „

White Collars.

. In spite of the fact that some o! the newest frocks have no white at the throat, and that others favor the rounded neck, with lace and a tucker, still others feature a whitesatin collar that is high at the neck and that #xtends, jn the front over th* b’-v J ct quite to- the waistline. * ■ <

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 vista? 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. 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. It was a pagan—almost bacchanalian —picture, as those huge- cattle, White and big-horned, moved slowly and processionally down the way, flanked by grape vines in endless, festive wreaths and festoons strung from tree to tree. At the lower terrace a host of neighbors was busily aT work cutting the"" dew-moist grapes, dropping the luscious bunehes 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. 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. Supper for Tonino’s Laborers. At nine in the evening we gathered at Tonino’s house for the harvest sup- ■ per, to which, by iihmemorial 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 . colpniea sat three generations of boryesters—--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 dignity of proportion and fine simplicity of lines which screaks of,Tuscan taste, even in these hdrhble quarters. A light hung from the center of the ceiling threw a rather -dim filumination over the festiva board, but amply sufficient, for us to see all the good things which awaited, our impending attack. FifSt soup was huge bowls into deep, ea-

A Road in Tuscany.

pacio us dishes; next came a rich and satisfying fritto misto, and then large platters, burdened wltlj 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, fine 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 eare. 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 of hopes and darings, of love and faith.

I sat in contemplation, watching the moonlight wax stronger and brighter, making more real and definite the picture of peace on earth spread so wondrously befgre me, till my thoughts wandered away to another harvest scene, far removed amopg sterner but: no less peace loving mountains, a harvest scene of battle wherein men like those with whom I had gathered grapes today were the protagonists. We have been told of the thrill of a "gallant assault - and the stirring emotions of a brave defense, but what off 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 fruitageof battle, not alone of the dead and the wounded we have been told so often, but of all the other and indescribably sad things which the eye and the heart of the harvest gathers! Amidst Scenes of Desolation. Look! A. once flourishing little town, 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 streejts of the town, countless men are sitting or crunching, in full fighting equipment, waiting for orders to proceed to the front trenches, where a battle has just been fought and won. ‘ Let ns 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 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 ;lhe shells W-hizz £ 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, onr ambassador in London in succession to Mr. Page, is an eminent lawyer. Mr, Davis tells the stoi'y of a very small boy who was trying to lead a big St. Bernard up a busy thoroqghfare. “Where are yon going to taka ' that dog, my little chap?” inquired a passerby. “I—l’m going to §ee vrhere —-where he vrjkh'titto go first,” was the breathless reply. ' ~