Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 112, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 May 1919 — Page 2

The Picturesque Millinery of Midsummer

It Is glorious summer in millinery showrooms. Garden and field flowers make wide-brimmed, graceful hats radiant with color and headweilr more joyous than it has been for many n year. For a long time flowers were all but banished as a decoration for hats —a peevish-minded public would not have them. A conviction grew and became settled that there lovely trimmings would not return; yet, of all things, flowers are the most logical crown for beautiful heads. \\ hen a season of real rejoicing arrived, along with victory, they sprang into bloom. The beloved rose and violet and all the friendly little flowers and fruits are restored to favor and are fairly frolieking fill over the picturesque millinery of midsummer. If flowers happen to be not represented, then ribbons that reflect their beautiful colors and surface t:ik,e ( the place of the new hats. There fPre four hats for the heart of summer shown In the group above. At the top a broad-brimmed shape Is covered with crepe georgette in white; rids beautiful TnbrTc, which seems akin to flowers, makes a perfect background for tin* clusters of small grapes that clamber about the crown.

Something New in All-Day Dress

Now enters a rival of the tailored dress and the tailored suit, by way of making a pleasant variety in the allday garb of the busy woman of as-« fairs. This rival is very chic and very ' new and Is bound to have many followers. It is the “all-day dress.” sturdy enough to stand up to the tests at endurance that make the tailored dress an essential in the wardrobe and smart enough to fit in with almost any background which the day’s rounds may provide for 1L There is chance for the exercise of one’s individuality fa or deslgniug 1 the all-day dress; it is an affair of individual taste and is successful in the proportion in which it is tasteful and orig-' inal. Here is something each one may think out for herself. ----- : - The chic model shown in the picture appears to have a cloth skirt which is plain except for a border of jcordings at the bottom. Ten rows of this cording are set in with tailored precision and the skirt is cut to slope In a little toward the hem. Over it there is a Jacket of light weight satin, which would be effective in other silks as

They are in several colors, ranging betweon pale green and n soft purplish red, colorings of the natural grape. This is an adorable hat and suited to matrons as well as younger women. Just below a distinctly youthful leghorn appears at the right of the group. Very wide satin ribbon in rose color is draped about the brim and crown in a sash that is knotted at intervals. This provides the color and sheen of flowers and entls inu how which droops from the brim-edge at the hack. It would be a bleak midsummer in th<* millinery world if there were no big black hats, more or less transparent, to flow in perfect lines about the head of the summer girl. This summer will bmist many of them. At the left of the group above there Is a hat having a crown of milan straw and a brim of lace braid. Its edge wire is covered with velvet. There Is a sash of black ribbon about the crown and a glorious rose is posed against it. A smaller black hat has a braid crown, partly transparent, and a brim <>f malines. It has also a sash of ribbon, but a cluster of garden flowers shares the glory of a rose set In their midst.

well. The satin is plaited in narrow knife-plaits pressed and steamed so that they will remain. They are not sewed down anywhere, but-are caught in the seams and where the jacket and girdle are tacked together. ’ Pockets of the corded cloth are set on at the front. There are plain sleeves, elbow length and a fairly high round neck. A small choker of fur provides warmth when it Is needed. The jacket is loosely confined at the waist with a crushed girdle of satin edged with a narrow plaiting of ft and fastens with a handsome buckle. Taking it alto gether, one can hardly expect to see a more attractive all-day dress than this. The smart hat worn with it matches it in character with its simple. winglike bow across the front. The Whole outfit will set off the young matron immensely well.

Bravard county, Florida, has a woman tax assessor, Sirs. France* Clark Bulk

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

Corned Beef and Salmon

By DORA MOLLAN

(Copyright, 1319, by the McClure Newspaper Corned beef and cabbage, that homely New England odor, permeated the corridors of a downtown apartment house one springlike morning in December. On a run up the fourth flight of Stairs, out of breath from the long <?limb, came .Tmly Waite with arms full of packages from the corner grocery. She followed the permeating fragrance straight to its lair, a tiny kitchenette, dumped her load on the table, and then fairly fied- to the kettle simmering on the gas plate. All was well. Next the packages on the table claimed attention. A can of salmon, head of lettuce, salad dressing, chocolate eclair, everything that her Bob most Itked was to be ready for him that day. Fervently Judy kissed the narrow gold band on the second finger of her hand. Her big .soldier husband was to be mustered out of the service that morning at a nearby camp; and he would be home for dinner. Over a year had passed since the heartrending separation which took place two days after their marMage. Such brave, uncomplaining letters as he had written, telling only of the bright side of things! Now she listened; at any minute his knock might -sound on the floor; —-— ————— —— Would he use the little apartment she had chosen? Would the meals she had planned suit him? Of course they would. But now there was work to be done. “Let’s see,” she soliloquized, corned beef and cabbage for dinner, with apple pie and cheese for dessert; for supper, salmon salad, hot rolls, preserved peaches and the eclairs.*’ Hurrying steps coming down the corridor brought a glad light to Judy’s eyes, and _ when a knock sounded on the door she was there, ready to open it.

“Judy!” “Bobby!” She was lost to sight in a genuine bear hug. “Gee, Judy, but this is great!” and the stalwart soldier boy looked around the cozy living room. “What in blazes do I smell?” he scowled. Judy looked puzzled. “Why,” she exclaimed, “that’s our dinner cooking—corned beef and cabbage, dear. Don't you remember telling me how fond of it you were,‘before you wont away?” Over his wife’s shoulder Bob made a wry face, but he said reassuringly into her ear: “You bet; I’m Just crazy about it.” And he prayed to be forgiven the lie. For the first of their first meal he kissed her. "That will always be bur first course.” he said. Then bravely he tackled the bull beef. Oh, how be had learned to hate it! But Bobbie’s training in enduring disagreeable tilings uncomplainingly now stood him In good stead. He praised the thoughtfulness and the cookery of his young wife. After they had washed and dried the dishes together and Judy had listened to the story of his experiences over there, the girl-wife put on her new coat and hat. Bobby admired them — and her in them —and they'started out for a walk. “For,” said Judy, “we must get a good appetite for supper, because I have planned something else that you like.” “Lordy!” thought Bob. “what else did I tell her I liked?” But he’d eat It, he swore to himself —yes, even if it were canned salmon ! Supper time came; and with it — salmon. The words of his bunkle, Jim, the wag of the company, ran in his mind: “I loathe, hate, abominate, execrate, detest and abjure canned salmon.” “Amen, forever and ever!” the company had announced in chorus. How Jim would chortle at the joke on him! Why had he ever told Judy he liked the stuff?

Bobby hadn’t been cited for bravery for nothing; so he gulped down the detestable stuff, and thought he was getting away with it. But Judy, with a woman’s intuition, felt that something was' wrong. “He eats like a child taking castor oil,” she thought to herself, watching her husband surreptitiously. “Won’t <to'u have some more?” she asked sweetly. “No, dear; I don’t seem to be as hungry as I thought,” Bobby replied. However, it did not escape Judy that the eclair vanished with a relish. Already a cloud floated across her horizon. Bob was not going to like her cooking. A big tear came to the corner of one eye and rolled slowly down her cheek. “Come on, girl, let’s get the dishes out of the way and go to a show. Gee! It’s some time since this boy has been in an honest to goodness theater.” Bob hadn't-noticed the tear. Judy was glad of that and determined to throw off the momentary depression, for noth-* Ing must mar the happiness of her soldier’s first day at home. The show was fine. Admiring eyes followed Bob and she felt so proud of him. Worry was forgotten when Bob asked her if she would ifke a bite to eat. Judy suggested that they go home; M would be so much cozier than a restaurant. Bobby liked the idea, too. At the apartment Bobby sat down to read an evening paper, while Judy prepared a little spread. “It’s ready,” came the sweet voice of his wife from the next room. Though deep in the account of a large public meeting to

welcome the soldiers home to be held the next day. Bob sprang up with • alacrity, for the fact that he was hungry was- suddenly borne in upon him. “Gollyr*"he exclaimed for the third time that day, “a whole tablecloth and good things to eat sure do look good to me.” They sat down. Thin slices of tender corned beef reposed on a platter, flanked on the right by—salmon, nestling in a bell of pale green lettuce! Judy caught the involuntary expression of repugnance that flashed across her husband’s face before a hastily summoned smile could dispel it. “I know it’s rhe same thing over again,” she sftid in a pleading voice, “but, Bob, you know I really haven’t had time to stock up yet; and anyway, we have to be economical for a while till you get your old job back.” But this time the soldier training was again brought into play, and the corned beef and salmon were once . more bravely tackled. But, perhaps because Judy loved her husband so, the power was given to her to read him like a book. She was’sure he was choking the food down just to please her, and again a tear appeared. This time Bobby saw it. “What’s wrong, dear?” he asked contritely, suspecting the cause. “You don’t like my cooking!” sobbed the girl, openly crying now. Qf course there was nothing for Bob to do but to hurry around the table and take the little wife in his arms. “You knew I couldn’t cook when you married me,” she choked, “and I haven’t had the chance to learn yet—but T wilt“~ ' “ The walls of the little room echoed with Bob’s laughter. Indignant, Judy tried to pull away, -but his strong arms held her close. Then he told her of that awful ten days in the Argonne forest when canned salmon and canned salmon only had been the regiment's steady diet, three meals a day '—and described the men’s feeling toward it. Then how, for more than two weeks, they had subsisted entirely on tinned corned beef, and how their Thanksgiving dinner had consisted of cabbage as the piece de resistance. “Don’t think for a minute that we complained,” he added hastily; “we away ahead of our supplies and it was unavoidable; nobody’s fault. But, oh! Corned beef "and salmon I” Judy was laughing through her tears •now, and their first day ended happily. But . there has been neither corned beef nor salmon in their little apartment since.

LONGED FOR NATIVE LAND

“Good Old United States” Would Satisfy This Exile for the Rest of His Life. An amusing story that Mr. E. H. Sothern tells in a recent number of Scribner’s Magazine is apropos of the yearning for his own land so characteristic of many an American traveler and soldier; but it also reflects pointedly on a less-pleasing trait, of which too many of our fellow countrymen have been guilty. I stood ii\ the douane, or customhouse, on the border between France and Switzerland, says Mr. Sothern. A portly and prosperous-looking American paced to and fro impatiently as his wife and; three grown-up daughters fussed and fumed over a number of trunks full of clothing. My friend and I stood patiently awaiting the investigation of our small belongings. The portly man circled about us twice or thrice with inquisitive eyes. At last he approached. -■ ■ “American?” said he. “Yes, sir,” said I. „ “Hasaid he. “I thought so,” and again he went to his women and regarded them with disfavor. Then he paced the floor again. Once more he approached us. “Holiday?” “Yes,” I replied, “we’re op a holiday,” “Ha I” said the restless one, and his glance ■wandered to his four women with no love therein. “How much longer have you?” said he., “I have about two weeks more,” said I. “I wish I had! I’ve got eight,” said the exile. What to him were the everlasting hills, the storied cities, the pellucid lakes, the sacred sanes, the legends, the immemorial halls? “Give me Pittsburgh I” I can hear him cry. “Little old Louisville is good enough for me!” And who shall mock his longing?

Wished to Be Ready.

Fred McDowell, a dusky athlete from Texarkana, Ark., had just registered at the offices of the board of civil service examiners In the Federal building to go to Camp Knox, near Stithton. Ky., as a laborer, and had been told to return next day for physical examination. “Do they make a person strip for that examination?" he asked of Fred L. Stuart, secretary of the board. “How’s that” asked Mr. Stuart. “Do they make you take all yoflg clothes off for the examination?” • “Oh, they’ll take your shirt off,” said Mr. Stuart, “and if they think there’s any good reason, they may have you take off rest of your clothes. Why, what’s the difference?”' “Nothin’ much, only I want to take a' bath —it’s a long time from Saturday night to Thursday."

That’s Different.

A rolling stone gathers no moss, but a rolling pin gathers a good many flours. -

MOTHER-DAUGHTER CLUBS IN CANNING PROVE ATTRACTIVE AND SUCCESSFUL

(Prepared by the United States Department of Agriculture.) In many sections, both North and South, the mother-daughter clubs organized by the United States department of agriculture and the state agricultural colleges are more popular than organizations in which the women and girls work separately. It’s a difficult task to stir up much enthusiasm In children when their parents are not Interested in the proposed work. Few children succeed in a project about which the father and mother are indifferent. and that is one reason why the partnership type of club has proved such'a success, Four years ago Kansas had a membership of 82 doing mother-daughter work. In 1918, 4,365 women and girls in the state were engaged in this branch of club activity. Kansas Club Heads List. The Glenwood Mother-Daughter club in Wyandotte county, Kansas, which started four years ago, is perhaps the best known club of any kind in the state, and has won first state honors tor three successive years. In 1916, in a club contest where 33 northern and western states competed, this club took first prize. The change in the social conditions of the community has. come about as a result of the'Glenwood club’s efforts has been even more remarkable than the canning records. One of the farmers in this community who was discouraged with farming advertised his farm for sale. A few months after the organization of the mother-daughter club the real estate man found a buyer who offered this farmer his price. But things had changed, and Mr. Would-Be-City Dweller replied : “Myfarm is hot for sale now. My family is interested in this motherdaughter club business, and there would be serious trouble In the family if I should try to sell but and leave this community.” He did not sell and he has not since advertised his farm for sale, for living in.the country is popular in Wyandotte county these davs. . • < The club started with the motto: “Let’s do something big; let’s all make this canning club the best known in Kansas,” and it has lived up to It. Twenty-two composed the membership the first year. In 1918, 74 girls and women in the Glenwood community belonged to the organization. Nineteen hundred seventeen was the banner year as far as quantity of products canned is concerned. The 68 members put up 11,545 quarts of fruits, meats, vegetables and soups. The output last

CARING FOR WOOLEN GARMENTS IS AN ART

Skillful Mending Is Means of Prolonging Usefulness. -r=~• . -v - Pressing Will Reduce Conspicuousness and Helps Keep Clothing in Good Condition—Use Moderately Hot Iron. (prepared by the United States Depart- • ment of Agriculture.) Systematic brushing of your clothes every day W|ll lessen expenditures for* cleaning. Brushing done with a circular motion removes loose dirt, restores the nap and -will help remove “shine." Skillful mending of wool garments Is another means of prolonging their period of usefulness, say home economics experts of the department of agriculture. -The success of a mend depends on maintaining the soft appearance of the surface, duplicating the weave, and using colors to match those in the garment. Darning ' is pratieally, the only method that will •' fulfill all these requirements. If the material is cotton in one directlon and wool in another, make the darn correspond to the fibers in, the original. Identify the weave

Mother and Daughter in Partnership.

year would have exceeded that of 1917 but for the draft. Even with the gardens a failure from lack of rain, the Glenwood club put up 9,220 quarts of food products with a total valuation of $4,459.22. Club Insures Reforms. The most noteworthy achievements of the club, however, are the changes that have taken place In the community at large. Before the club was started, people living in that vicinity were wont- to remark regarding any proposed public meeting: “No use; you can’t get anybody out.” Within the short period of one year everybody began to respond to a notice of a .club meeting, and the question was: "Where are you going to put them all?” The country farm bureau four years ago had only one representative in the Glenwood community. Now practically every home represented in the club Is represented in the farm bureau. The different teams meet regularly to hear demons!rations on canning, worth-while addresses relating to homemaking interests, and to enjoy social good times. Picnics are held and club meetings have become the big events in the community. In fact, social conditions there have changed completely. The country church was falling into decay four years ago. Now It is full of vigorous life and has a well-paid minister with a burning desire to make country life better in his community. The four or five schools in the community which, previous to the club’s organization, had been inadequately equipped and taught, ranked last year among the best in the country, with the highest paid teachers and the best buildings. The methods of teaching domestic science in the schools have been improved as a result of the clubs influence. A prominent feature of the club work has been the exchange of farm products. The family which has a surplus of green corn exchanges perhaps with the one which has an abundance of cherries or beans. In this way every home is supplied with the products It needs. Choice recipes are also exchanged among the members. Girls in mother-daughter clubs become much interested in home life, and in learning to do the homely arts in a better way. The wholesome contest in the work has taken much of the drudgery out of home canning, and the whole family enjoys the products. The Interests of the community are tied together by such a club and its members learn to know and appreciate each other better. .

and duplicate it as nearly as possible. Use colors which match, or neutral tones with specks of color as near the shade as possible. Use net, tape, or mending tissue whenever possible for re-enforcement. Press the mended place and It will be less conspicuous. Careful pressing not only adds to the appearance, but helps keep clothing in good condition. Pressing of clothes can be satisfactorily done at home if the characteristics of the fiber are known. The first thing to consider is the felting of the wool fiber and the importance of avoiding any method of pressing which will cause the garment to shrink and lose ■ its soft and fluffy nature. Use a moderately hot iron and a pressing cloth wrung as dry as possible. Place the cloth on the right side of the garment and press until the pressing cloth is dry. Remove the cloth, and the surface of the material will look soft and fluffy. The wool material, will not be entirely dry. Turn the and press on The wrong side till dry. If pressed on the right side, the nap or fuszy surface is pressed down so tightly that the garment is shiny.

Fruit Vinegar.

Save the fruit parings, boll them in just enough water to cover, strain and set away to ferment adding a piece of vinegar “mother” or vinegar plant, which you can get from a grocer. Add the rinsings from fruit jars to this and you will be sure to be supplied with vinegar.