Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 140, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 June 1919 — INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES

Chicagoans Enjoy the Dunes Under Disadvantages GARY. IND. —This part of the country hopes to make a national park out of the dunes. In the meantime Chicagoans by the trainload come out to rhe dnnes Sundays and holidays. Sunday the South Shore interurban that connects with the Illinois Central at - —— -

Kensington, a two-coach train was crammed with tired humanity. There were loud and angry cries for more coaches. At Gary a car was put on the end. It was soon filled. A coach „ was .switched on the front end, hut before anyone could get into it the train started. . W. W. Tenney, 6606 Kimhark avenue. seeking seats for his wife and children, was about to step into the

first car when he found the way . blocked. The conductor stood in the doorway. He had orders, he said, to keep the car locked. “How stupid.- said Tenney. “There’s no reason why some of these people shouMn’t ret in that empty coach and we're going in." The conductor, It is said, picked up an iron bar and waved it threateningly. Tenny grabbed Ids wrist, ami then began a battle, while the train tore on its way. Tenney had one foot on the sill of the second coach door, the other on the sill of the first coach door —standing over the couplings. The coach load back of him writhed in excitement and urged him on. \VoYtten were fainting, men were swearing. trying to get past Tenney to reach the conductor, but the battle continued until the train pulled into East Chicago. Then the men from the second coach ran up the stairs, of the front car, poured in, overwhelmed the conductor, took possession, and the train went on its way. " ' ~ t Among passengers on the train were Prof. "Wellington Jones of the I nl▼ersity of Chicago and 10 university students, Jens Jensen, president of Friends of Our Native Landscape, and George E. Hooker of the City club. Indiana, Illinois and Michigan are trying to raise $2,500,000 by subscription to buy the dunes lor a national park.

This Gob Took Good Advice When He Ran Across It OAK PARK. ILL.—Joseph Fitzmorris, 1133 Oak Park avenue, paid a visit to Chicago the other night. He and two companions were in a Wabash avenue case. X slim, good-looking young gob entered. Quietly he asked each person at the bar to buy a copy of the

Great Lakes Recruit for the benefit of the Navy Relief society. He approached the Fitzmorris party. “You gobs are nuisances,” said one of the men. “Have you got any credentials to sell that magazine? Bet you're a faker.” The gob produced his credentials. The man read them over, then deliberately tore them iato pieces. At one end of the room John Kuntz, one of the proprietors,, had been watching

the scene. The gob walked up to him and asked in a very mild tone of voice: “What wnrid you do about it if you were I?” - --- --- “If this were any other place but mine I'd advise you to knock the tar out of that lout," said Kuntz. “That's a good idea.” said the gob. "I'll knock the tar out of all three of them. They’ll be coming out—some time. I've got all.night.” In the course of events the three men left the bar. A minute later patrons of the case heard a wild commotion outside. They rushed to the street. The gob was having a party. The man who bad tom up his credentials was lying in the gutter. The gob's fist was at that, moment coming into contact with the nose of one of the other members of the party. Before the police had been summoned the third man was nursing a very black eye. It was a most complete job. The gob walked away. When the police arrived the only member of the trio left was Fitzmorris, who was sorry now that he had torn up those credentials. His two companions had departed. Picture of a Little Welshman, Mender of Shoes COLORADO SPRINGS. —Down here in Colonulo Springs there lives a Welshman named Bob Price. Stolid, round faced, bald of pate and slow of speech, .Bob hasn’t much to commend him to public attention except his capa-

bllities as a first-class waiter in a firstclass case much frequented by tourists. But at home Bob is a different fellow. And high over the mantel in Bob’s “holy of holies’ is posted his chief keepsake, a somewhat faded but recognizable photograph of a grizzled, wrinkled, kindly faced man, autographed with a scrawling, slipshod signature that is as unreadable as it Is forceful.

Thirty-five years- ago Price was r . living at Criccieth, Wales. Every day he was engaged in hauling limestone. On every trip he would pass the humble workshop of a little cobbler, who never was too busy for a little chat with the limestone movers. Bob and he became great friends. |lis little shop became the meeting place for the village loafers and here the little cobbler, dreamy, thoughtful, philosophic, would expound his ideas and Ideals of government. ' A few years later B<4) came to America to make his fortune He paid little attention to the political kaleidoscope in England until a new figure thrust itself into the affairs of stkte, took a post in the first war cabinet and later became premier of the nation. That man was the cobbler of Criccieth—David Lloyd George. And Bob Price can recall every lineament of his features, every characteristic gesture, every odditj of manner and speech of the shoemaker of his youth, now the most potent personality in England. And Coat is why the picture hangs over the mantel in the Price home:

He Was From Missouri When It Came to Fighting SPRINGFIELD, MO.—Frank W Allee, son of a Missouri legislator, wanted to get into the war. He was only sixteen, but With his father's consent he enlilted in the naty February 28, 1917. He was assigned to the battleship South Carolina as a bugler. Frank

Was happy because he wanted action and he was sure he was going to get action. But there was no action for Frank. The ship was in its war paint, but it lay off Philadelphia awaiting orders while thousands of lads in olive drab were crossing the sea. Sixteen months he stood it, and he dreamed now of trenches, of midnight raiding parties, of airplanes. and heavy tanks rumbling over Nd Mans Land. Noth-

Ing like that In the navy. So’one day he bought a civilian suit and in due course of time was listed as a deserter. v . . About this time a well-built, tanned, wiry chap answering to the name of Jack Anderson, enlisted In the Six Hundred ;and Second engineers in Boston. Three weeks later he was In Brest, an.d then, as the Yanks went fin-ward, he was in Chateau Thierry, in St. Mihlel, in the Argonne woods, fighting every day. Across the front he went, after the armistice, and into Qohlenz. He had been in the thickest of the fighting. And he was satisfied. Jack Anderson was mustered out April 3. Then he was Frank W. Allee, deserter from the U. & navy. He went home to his parents and then with Ms arihy discharge papers he surrendered to Provost Marshal Lieutenant R. G MacDuffle. He is now a prisoner at large, awaiting the decision of the navy jpffrials gt Washington on his case.