Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 92, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 April 1919 — Page 2

Moving the Movers

By J.L. JAMES

J« ' (Oo>yxi<bW | I was kitting in the stuffy little depot of a prairie town. A "norther" was prowling around outside, and whistling mournfully about the eaves. A lone j drummer, two or three farmers, and I myself, were waiting for the local gol Ing west, a swaging combination of one rickety passenger coach, any number of freight cars, and a sputtering little hogback engine. The train made dally trips, but on Its return each afternoon, or midnight. became No. 3 instead of No. I—its1 —its westbound cognomen. The road boasted nf another train,subject, also, to dally change of numbers—No. 2 and No. 4—a real passenger train, due late in the afternoon, and likely to arrive at any time there zfter. On this particular morning. No. 1. known by the boys as “The Great Unlimited." was also late. No one was surprised. The drummer, who had worked the whole town since breakfast. and had then defeated all the local checker champions, was trying to kill time by dozing In a corner, or slapping at some stray fly. '■ I had kept awake watching his antics for a while, then discovered a flirt’d* übeFs nest on a horseshoe-over a door, and for an hour or so divided time between wondering how that individual discovered that a horseshoe brought good luck, and listening to the progress of a domino game In the office, between the agent and the only drayman In town. Suddenly the outer door opened with a crash. A man, a woman, and several children entered, showing by all signs In sight or hearing that they were emigrants, or. as locally termed, “movers.” The woman was carrying, in one hand, an old umbrella, a frying-pan, and a bird cage with a half-grown rabbit in it. In the other hand she had a hatbox. Under one arm was a square, boxlike old clock, and from her wrist hung a bag that bulged with a conglomeration of articles. Behind the woman canie a girl of, perhaps, eight years, carrying another dock of different shape, and an anx-ious-looking gray cat that seemed to have Us attention divided between fear of falling and the desire to eat the rabbit The man carried nothing but a big fat bawling baby of two years, wrapped up in a red and green blanket. Other children followed, some carrying various articles, some crying, others eating peanuts. The children all came into the depot readily enough, but seemed to have no further Idea what was expected of them, and stood gazing at the lurid posters, maps and excursion notices, or •tumbled over seats and suitcases. “Now, set down!” commanded the mother, “and don’t stand around gapin’ like a lot o’ eegiots!" The youthful “movers" broke ranks, some to clamber into seats, others to go on a tour of inspection of everything within range. The mother pushed one clock under a seat, found a lamp bracket for the bird cage, and sat down i with the baby and the other clock in | her lap. having deposited the bag on the seat beside her. Then the clock under the seat began to strike lustily. As it finished the thirty-seventh stroke, the alarm in the clock in her lap went off with such a bang that the baby took fright, and fell off its mother’s lap onto the floor with fresh yells of terror. I stole a look over the top of my magazine, behind which I had been trying to screen myself, and vainly tried to catch the drummer’s eye. but he was gazing out of the window pinching himself to keep from disturbing the peace. The baby, in falling, landed somewhere near the middle of the catch-all bag, and the mother made a plunge for it as if the child were on fire. Then the dock in her lap began striking spe unknown hour. “Now. Elviry," she shrieked, “there you’ve..went and done it! I bet you broke yo’ paw’s mushtash-cup.” The guardian of the household effects had just rearranged the baby, the bag, and the c’ock. when her wandering gaze missed her first-born; a shockheaded boy who had not remained in the waiting room long after the arrival of the family. The baby was at once deposited rfpun the floor, where it bellowed wrathfully. The panic-stricken woman sped for the door, jerked it open and set up a shrill: , “Bus-s-ter f ! You B-u-s-t-e-r! Bus-ter-r-r-r!” winding up with an earflitting whoop. The wind made straight in at the door for the papers .on the agent’s neglected desk. The freight bills flew over the office and disturbed the checker game long enough for the agent to interfere with the remark: “Here, I'll bust you ' Then, as he leaned out of the ticket window far enough to see that the offender was a woman, his chivalry got the better of him, and he toned down a Mt, saying: “Madam. If you don’t shut that door, I won’t have a paper in the house, and they will be suing mt for scaring ail the gorses out of town of chokin’ up the Brazos river.”;. The woman yelled on obliviously for some time, then, muttering, “I bet he gets left by that train,” closed the fioor, and started up the platform in - •• . ♦ •

search of her wandering boy, Buster. Things were getting so tot eresting that the drummer passed me the wink and slunk out of the other door. I followed. “You go one way." said he, “and I'll go the other." We wanted to see the old hen when she lit, and we did. Out at the farther end of the platform, we turned oppo> site corners just as she sailed flown/m her runaway. f He had a cotton hoe handle, and to Its neck, a cord two yards long, he had tied a flop-eared, halfbreed dog. He was’sitting on the platform holding the hoe handle and dog in fishing style, as If be had a bite. “Buster!" yelled the approaching assailant. “Wha’ chu mean runnin' off an' the train about to start?” “Why, maw," drawled the boy, “the train ain’t coine yet, and paw made me leave old Tige out here, while we went to the depot, an’ he’s cold.” “Well, I guess you’ll warm hfrn up holdin’ him here by the handle! I'll kill that fool dog!" she stormed, but aimed a blow at the boy’s head. He dodged readily and still clung to the hoe handle, while the whining dog huddled against the platform with his tail safely between his legs. _ Just then the hog back squealed In the distance, and the warlike mother set off to gather her belongings preparatory to boarding the train. She took down the bird cage, got an arm about one clock, seized the umbrella and bag again, gave vociferous commands to the children to “git them things and git on that train,” and marshaled them in a long line by the track while No. 1 came clattering in. Most of the passengers were In no hurry to get aboard, as No. 1 usually stopped an hour or two—long enough for a drummer to "work” the town and catch the same train for the next. But today, those aboard had been there so long they were anxious to get off, and soon the family phalanx was broken up by the crowd. After the drummer and I had secured seats, we looked out and saw the woman, with the clock and caged rabbit, racing up and down the platform, calling at every jump: “Jerrl-ml-aah-hh!” As this was a new name, we soon figured that the husband Jiad escaped while ahe had been looking for the missing Buster. The drayman emerged, and out of pure good will began to call Jeremiah also. Several boys took up the cry, till the town rang with the chorus of shouts for that namesake of the weeping prophet. Finally, the woman collected her children, clocks, rabbit, etc., In a knot near the train, and gave out in stentorian tones that she would “stay right there till the cows or Jerry came home." “I’m betting on the cows tn that race," remarked the drummer, and then he settled for an hour’s doze before the train started. After a while we were all awakened by a jerk of the train and the renewed cries of the moving woman, who seemed to think the cows were about to win. Jeremiah had not yet appeared, and the engine had finished its switching work and backed up to get the train for another start. Several of the children added to the hubbub with their frantic yells for father, and just as the bell began ringing for the departure of No. 1 the missing hero came around the corner of the depot scowling furiously at the uproarious family. “Can’t a feller git away long enough to have a smoke in peace?” he growled, referring to the two-for-a-nickel cigar protruding from his overgrown beard. He went into the depot agaln fOr the tickets, but the snorting little hog-back began grunting off down the track, leaving the moving-woman the picture of wrath and despair as she clung to bet clocks-and rabbit, groaning: “I knowed it! I knowed it! I. knowed he’d git left I” A new disturbance at the rear of the train now attracted our attention. On investigation, we found Buster, the dog and the hoe. mixed up in a row with the brakeman. The boy and the dog had slipped onto the rear of the train, while others of the family were calling Jerry, “1 tell you. bub," declared the brakeman, “you can’t bring that pup on this car!" “Well, he's on here, ain’t he?” retorted Buster. “Well, take him to the baggage car and express him through! He can’t stay on this car! Where's your ticket?” "Paw’s got it, I reckon.” "Where is he? Hunt him up quick !” The boy fried to leave the dog in the corner by the stove while he went to show the brakeman the holder of the ticket, but the trick failed. The dog followed, and. when assaulted by the brakeman, started howling down the aisle with the hoe catching in the seats arid hitting the passengers. Boy and brakeman tried to stop the fugitive. They caught him at the door just as a passenger who had been out on the platform started to enter and ha(L dodged back in time to let the dog out. The hoe caught in the door. ' . - Just then the train lurched into a Stop at the water tank. Dog, boy, brakeman, and . passenger finally untangled themselves, and Buster, still holding to the hoe handle, remarked, “I guess my paw ain't on here.” “Well, I guess not," snorted the brakeman,, rubbing his shiris, “and, bub. next time you try to take a ride, bring your dad along, |nstead of that pup, and get a ticket, too.” “Hulfr replied Buster, as he alighted with his dog and took up his march back to town, “i beat my paw- this time. Must think I never moved before

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

St range Corners of Jerusalem

JERUSALEM is full of strange and interesting nooks and corners that are almost unknown to the outside world and that most of the tourists never see. In New Age Ph. J. Baldensperger writes entertainingly of some of them. The Church of the Holy Sepulcher and Its surrounding honeycomb of cloisters may be said approximately to have separated the Christian and the Moslem quarters of the city. Two gates, closed at night, shut off the church from the town —one below Christian i street, beside the Jami’el Omari, and the other, a small one, leading to the Maurlstan. The Jami’el Omari is the real Mosque of Omar. It was built In A. D. 637 to commemorate the first prayer said by the Caliph Omar ibn elKhattab after his entry into the conquered city. The small gate opposite across the court leads straight into the ’Moslem quarter. No Jew is ever allowed to pass In front of the church or through either of the two gates. Once or twice an Inquisitive son of Judah has tried the experiment, but he has not lived to tell the tale of his adventure, so roughly was he handled by the mob. Outside the small gate, in the Moslem quarter, are shops for the sale of glass beads and bracelets, kept by men of Hebron, and soon you come into the street of shoemakers. The trade was established here in old days, when 5 the abattoir was in the Maurlstan, among the ruins of the ancient hospital of the Knights of St. John. The Maurlstan was given by Sultan Abdul Aziz as a present to Frederick William, crown prince of Prussia, when he visited Jerusalem in 1869. The German Church of the Redeemer (Erloserkirche) was built here after the war of 1870. The slaughter house had previously been removed to waste land just inside the walls up by the Zion gate. The hides of beasts were thrown upon the road, and people walked on them till they were tanned enough for shoemaking. European boots and shoes were then unknown to the majority. The Moslem and Christian men wore soft red shoes of sheepskin; the worncn yellow slippers of the same. The mission schools and convents had cobblers of their own, who had been taught the ways of Europe in such matters.

Round the corner to the left, below the Abyssinian convent, were the sweets shops. Great was our delight when at the New Year every boy In the school received a cake enriched with clarified butter and sweetened with honey and sugar. But Halaweh, sweetstuff made of sesame meal and honey, was our perennial joy. Butchers, Spicers and Dyers. All along behind the Maurlstan run three streets parallel to one another, appropriated by the butchers, the spicers and the dyers, respectively. In the butchers’ street, the dealers, all Moslems, sold nothing but mutton and goat’s flesh. As the streets are arched over, semidarkness reigned, and often we have tumbled over fat and lazy dogs which were attached to almost every meat shop. These dogs not only kept good watch at night, but also kept the greasy street in a tolerable condition by licking up the blood and eating benes. But for the 'presence of the spicers’ street at hand the shoemakers' with its old skins; the butchers’ street, with all its offal, and the dyers’ street, with blue colored stuffs hanging from the roof, Would- have made the whole region smell as foul as the town slaughter yard. Once or twice a week we were sent to fetch meat needed for the kitchen on our donkey. The butchers’ street, I forgot to say, hardly measured three yards across, but with the carcasses hanging out before the shops there was hardly room in the butchers’ street for two to pass abreast. The spicers’ street resembled it in this

Street of the Damascus Gate.

respect, and there the merchants hung such things as cords, nets and girdles out into the street, and often sat in front of their shops. The Suk el Bizar (grain market) is a broader street, and lighter, since it is not vaulted in, but, as many more people congregated there, progress was as difficult as in the butchers’ street. This was the busy part; in every other region of the Moslem quarter hardly a soul was to be seen at some hours of the day, except in Harat Bab el’Amud (the street of the Damascus Gate), and Harat Bab Sitti Mirifin (street of Our Lady Mary’s Gate), where grocers did an active trade, the fellahin from the eastern country buying necessaries there just before leaving the town. A conventional thin veil or net was dropped over the shop entrance, and projecting baskets of rice, nuts, lentils, etc., from 11 a. m. to 1. p. m., signifying that the owner was away, presumably at prayers in the adjacent Haram. The protection was more real than any police measures could have secured. In the Crowded Grain Market In the Suk el Bizar the throng was sometimes so great that it was Impossible to advance a step; especially was this the case when a long string of camels loaded with grain made Its way to the wheat bazaar, the small square underneath a vault which gives the street its name. Wheat and barley, lentils and dhurra, or maize, are here poured on big heaps and sold to the public. The official appointed to measure out the grain in the Tabbeh (about eight rotis) or Sa’ (half a Tabbeh) is quite a serious and important personage. Filling his measure, he will begin by announcing Allahu Ahad (God is One), and continues saying this till the first tabbeh is in the sack. “Two," “three,” he says at every measure, till he comes to seven, when he says sameha (pardon), instead of saba (seven). The number seven, being that of the princes of the Jann (genis), must not be named while handling grain for fear the Jann should carry off the blessing. Taman leh (eight), ya Rabb, el Amaneh (Lord, give me honesty). The crowd is exasperating at times, though comical incidents occur occasionally. As I slowly pushed my way forward one day, stopping to avoid huge sacks, a European snob, anxious to escape being crushed, stood in a corner, wearing a new straw hat. Hats are, as a rule, disliked by orientals. The European, in derision, is often called abu ’l-baranit (father of hats). A durneytah (hat) attracts unpleant notice in a crowd. A camel, waiting to pass, looked round casually, put out his huge lips, seized the strange straw basket, and in one bite ate half the hat, to the distress of Mr. Snob and the delight of the by-standers. The north and northeast portion as far as the Temple Area was most exclusively Moslem. Like the butchers and the spicers, the gold and silversmiths, the blacksmiths and the coppersmiths and other workers had their separate streets, the last named near the dyers; but many began to feel the influence of a new period and left their old quarters, bidding farewell to the ancient oriental tradition.

Some curious finds are being made by French inhabitants returning to the lands recently wrested from the grasp of the enemy. In the library of a ruined chateau was found a notebook bearing on its title page the signature “Napoleon Bonaparte.” The book was dated at the time when he was a corporal,-and was filled with notes referring to foot drill. In' another case, a dugout, once a German battalion headquarters, contained a well-filled bed of excellent mushrooms.

Napoleon’s Drill Book.

New Paris Wraps Appeal to Women

Sketched this week Is one of the loveliest evening cloaks it is possible to imagine. It is one which was recently desigped by Paquin for the peace-conference festivities. The material of this regal wrap was deep smoke-gray charmeuse with a lining of gleaming silver tissue and fringes composed of long silver tassels on the wide, cape sleeves. The whole thing, writes a Paris correspondent, was so exceedingly original and rich that one felt in the presence of a falry-queen-garment. And yet the color was so subduedand subtle that the wrap might quite well be worn going to a restaurant dinner or an ordinary theater. It was only when it was thrown open and the dazzling lining revealed that Its richness made itself felt. This is a leading note of many of the new Paris models for evening wear. There are still considerable difficulties connected with getting about in the evening. Quite unexpected people find it necessary to walk to their friend’s houses, or even to the theaters, instead of driving, as formerly. Taxicabs are few and hard to find. There are still stringent rules connected with private automobiles. The metros and omnibuses are crowded to overflowing, hence the frequent necessity of walking in evening dress. .For this reason our best dressmakers are creating evening wraps which can, as Indicated, be worn in the street at night without attracting undue nbtice. Satins and velvets in soft neutral tints are very much in demand, but the linings of these demure wraps are -something to dream about. I have seen gorgeous gold and silver tissues worked over with brilliant silks and beads and then converted into linings for theater coats. Metallic Threads, Glistening Beads. I have also seen exquisite effects produced by the Introduction of metallic threads and glistening beads on fine Chantilly lace, the latter being mounted over an underlining of brighthued silk. The outline of the Paquin wrap is very new and it represents the latest notion of a famous dress artist. As you will see, the sleeves are so wide that they give the impression of capes, -while the collar is exaggeratedly large and vague in outline. This model would look charming if copied in black, with black jet tassels as a fringe for the sleeves and a lining of some bright-colored satin or brocade, or it might be made of a soft camel’s the jet tassels being retained and a lining of Chinese blue satin being introduced. I saw a driving wrap fashioned on very much the same lines as the model here illustrated. In this case the material was pale beige cashmere, with a lining of bro-

Beautiful Evening Cloak in Deep Smoke-Gray Charmeuse Lined With Silver Tissue. Long Silver Tassels.

caded silk which showed blue flowers on a dull rose ground; there was a heavy fringe of beige silk tassels on either sleeve and a large roll-over collar of beaver fur. An admirable driving wrap, I can assure you. The second model, full-length figure, shows a quaint early spring wrap made of Venetian red bure, with a row of gray bone buttons down one side and handsome embroideries worked in rough gray wool. This is a Beer model arid one which has been greatly admired. The outline is simple, the wrap falling in long straight lines, but the sleeves are distinctly novel in outline, spreading out at the wrist in leg-o’-mutton fashion. Collar Muffles the Neck. Here again you have a “vague,” very large collar which muffles up the neck and makes a delightful frame for the • face. The combination of Venetian red and gray is very fashionable just now. It is seasonable and cheerful, two excellent qualities. In Worth’s ** a

showrooms I recently saw a splendid driving wrap made -of Venetian red camel’s-halr cloth which had a deep cape-collar of sable and a lining of tete de negre satin embroidered in black, white and dull blue silks. This wrap was very long, reaching to the hem of the dress, and at the shoulders It seemed ample, even unusually bunchy; but the hem clung in about the ankles and gave the peculiar outline which is typical of 1919. A lovely young actress —one of the adored beauties of Paris —had just launched a most effective novelty. This novelty fakes the form of a thick cord, with long tassel, of bright scarlet silk.'

Quaint Early 'Spring Wrap In Venetian Red Bure, With Handsome Embroideries of Rough Gray Wool.

In front there was an antique ornament, in plaque form, suspended from the cord, and at the back a big tassel weighted It down and made a splendid flash of color. This idea was taken from the scarlet cords and tassels worn by choir boys in some churches on ceremonious occasions. The color of the cord and tassel whs the brightest and most vivid scarlet, the ornament in front being of an antique nature, with a slight suggestion of “church” in its composition. On the head was one of the new cut jet bands which are placed very low on the forehead, almost touching the brows, and which completely circle the head and hair. The best cut jet is used for these pretty bafids. Draw Hair Right Off Forehead. It becomes more and more the fashion to draw the hair right off the forehead and to arrange it very high oft the top of the head,, the only soft curls showing being those which thrust themselves forward over the ears. This style of headdress is very distinguished but rather trying to any one who is not possessed of a small nose and pretty profile. But all sorts ot women, with all sorts of profiles, are adopting the fashion of drawing the hair away from the forehead, severely. And nowadays the hair is only very lightly waved, if waved at all. Side by side with this fashion we have a revival of “cropt” effects, the sort of headdress that Mrs. Vernon Castle has made so fashionable. The hair is not really cut short, but it is skillfully tucked away at either side to give a cropt outline. "Headache bands” are again very popular; quite large bands of soft silk or metallic tissue which are folded round the head and tied at one side in a coquettish bow. Craze for Jet Earring*. There is a craze for ultralong jet earrings raging in Paris at this mement. Thin, finely cut jet pear drop*, suspended from miniature chains of diamonds or seed pearls. These earrings are so long that they touch the neck. They are exceedingly decorative and with certain afternoon and evening dresses they give splendid results. I am not in favor of long earrings in the day time, in the street; nevertheless they are the fashion, and it is a fashion which seems likely to develop into an absolute rage. Cut jet in various forms is popular just now. At a recent important “first night” I saw a well-known Parisian beauty wearing a high dog collar made entirely of cut Jet, and this with a fragile costume of palest- rose chiffon. The strong touch of black was rather startling, but the ensemble was good, the note of jet being repeated in a square comb which held the high loops of fair hair in place. Cut-jet plaques attached to black silk cords are often thrown over a light-colored house dress, a long black silk tassel hanging low at the back.

The Crepe De Chine Skirt.

Crepe de chine is a favorite material for the silk hobble skirt which is slashed and has deep borders of petal or shirred ruchings.