Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 185, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 August 1919 — Page 3

Round the World With the Marines

the English and the Irish and ■ I the ’owlln’ Scotties, too, The Canucks and Austrilee’uns, and the ’airy French pollu; The only thing that bothered us don't bother us no more, It’s only w’y in ’ell we didn’t know the Yanks before.” "Well, Joe, I asked them guys what the globe and anchor stood for on their caps and one guy speaks up and says it means that the marines fight all over the world.” “It’s a cute little thing, the marines’ insignia. Looks something like a boiled huckleberry pudding with a couple of fishhooks run through It, or like a lady hen hawk trying to hatch out a fractured door knob. I’m sure you get me Gladys. Also, the marines may be identified by their motto. Just where they wear that I’ve forgotten for the moment, but you’re sure to find it somewhere about them if you look close. It is ‘Semper Fidelis.’ No, It has nothing to do with fiddles. One *d,‘ Gladys. It is a phrase taken from the 61oux dialect, I think, meaning literally, •Where do we go from here?’ "

The story of “Bluebeard” and his seven wives, which many will recall having read long ago, Is still going the rounds. - The fable appears to have originated In France, but It has turned up almost everywhere In the wide world. Now It appears that the Virgin islands have a “Bluebeard” of their own, whom they claim as the original dyed-fn-the-wool villain of child-lore. Corporal Lester F. Scott of the Thirty-fifth company, United States marines, who is stationed at CharlotteAmalie in the little Island reeently acquired by the United States, writes as follows of the people and their beliefs : “On the west shore of the bay Iles a settlement of French people called Cha-Chas. These people came originally from the Dutch and French Leeward Islands. They have not married with the negroes, and they live to themselves, resenting any -outaide interference with their affairs., “They are a hard drinking race, yet they are the most Industrious people on the Island, and are especially good canoemen. Their boats are long, narrow affairs made out of scraps of wood. They supply the town with fish and the women make straw hats that find a ready sale among the negroes. “They will never rise any higher than the true beach-comber, because the race has degenerated, due to intermarriage In so small a colony. With their ruddy faces, stiffly starched blue tight white trousers and broadbrimmed hats, they present a curious and unusual appearance. “On the crest of two of the three hills of Charlotte-Amalie nestles the famous old castles of ‘Bluebeard’ and •Blackbeard.’ These are the two places of interest on the island. The old buccaneers were alike as two peas in their habits, but the castles are in no way similar. Bluebeard’s castle is the more massive and is separated from Blackbeard’s by a distance of a half-mile. After the death of the two pirates, a secret tunnel was found connecting the two castles. “It is reported that it was through this secret tunnel the two exchanged the women they had captured on ships.”

How Germany Looks to Them.

How Germany looks to a marine who was one of the first to cross the Rhine is told In a letter from Lieut. Carrol J. Single of the Sixth regiment of marines, to his parents who live in Stockton, Cal. From somewhere in Germany he wrote the following: "The people near the border were

“For the Love of Pete, Don’t—"

Don’t offer an ex-service man a plate of beans —or. If he is not hungry, don’t try te tempt his appetite with “corned willy*’ or camouflaged hash. Dop’t offer an ex-service man in search of amusement the chance to oig In your garden—he’s had his fill es that in the plck-and-shovel brigade. If you have an ex-service man as a week-end guest in your country house, him to stoke your furnace —

Just plain squareheads, dumb looking, stolid, and unusually stupid. But two days ago we penetrated into the wonderful Rhineland and it is glorious here. We saw for the first time what we had not thought to find—pretty girls and mothers. There is nothing so restful to tired feet as the sight of a pretty girk No, sir I “The country we are in is more like America than anything I’ve seen since Paris. They have fine stone houses and many beautiful mansions and hotels here. This is the country of those famous German baden, or baths, where the sick come to drink of that magic elixir of life that Ponce De Leon failed to find in Florida.” Lieut. Single journeyed to Neuenahr and then visited the "Wienbergen” or wine mountains and finally reached Brohl, which he describes as follows: "I am now in Brohl, a small town. The Rhine flows two hundred yards from my window. In front of us are mountains and in back are mountains terraced for grapes and on the river at the foot of the mountains huddle the small towns. The rlvej here is about 600 yards across and flows restfully along into the distance. All is in true German order and big dredgers are working to make a harbor. "Last night I met Captain Stone, one of the best friends I have known in the service. He would have naught but that I should dine with him. We climbed to a big castle on a hill back here overlooking the Rhine. I stepped in the door and started (like the movies have it) from a realistic armored man on my left only to find a worse scoundrel on my right. In the great master’s den were mkny stuffed foxes and birds, also deer horns. Captain Stone had roast chicken, and it was a real meal, right in the castle of some former German baron.”

On Duty In Guam.

Something of the life' of a marine on duty in the Island of Guam is told in.a letter from Corp. Fred G. Taylor, who Is stationed on this American insular possession in the South sea. “When the last transport was here I had a very interesting excursion out to it on official business,” Corporal Taylor writes. “A corporal and I went aboard to check the baggage of the ‘homeward-bounders,’ and then waited several hours for the captain quartermaster of the vessel to return from a social affair on shore to sign the manifest He failed to appear, so we

unless you want him never to visit you again. 1/ you are an employer, and an exservice man asks you for a job—don’t turn him down. He left his old job to fight for you. It’s your business to provide him with a job now. Col. Arthur Woods, former police Commissioner of New York, and noW assistant to the secretary of war, offers this advice as the best way to

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ate a swell feed aboard and then returned by launch across the harbor in the moonlight, and back by auto through the coconut groves to town. “The next morning we again visited the vessel, this time getting our business done and saying good-by to our friends on the ship, bound for the Philippines and the States. “Last Sunday another fellow and I took a hike out into the jungles, walking around one of the beaches and climbing out onto the coral reef that guards the harbor, at low tide. We took some pictures and started back to town, after spying some of the most beautifully colored fish we had ever seen. “We took a road that we thought led to the main road, but after several miles found we had discovered a deserted Spanish highway leading through the jungles. In a few minutes we found ourselves at the leper colony at one end of the Island. “There we saw the walls of an old Spanish prison and looked into the •Devil’s Punchbowl,’ which is a contraption in the ground about 20 feet across at the top and bottom, but bulging in the center and about 100 to 160 feet deep. Then we returned to town, took some pictures of native women collecting ‘tody,’ the juice of the coconut tree, from which liquor is made, and returned to camp.”

Lake That Disappears.

In Georgia, near Vladosta, there is a lake which disappears every three or four years and then comes back again, no matter what the weather is like. The lake- is three miles long and three-quarters of a mile wide, with an average depth of 12 feet of water. There are natural subterranean passages beneath it, through w’hlch the water passes off. It takes two or three weeks to disappear, when a mammoth basin is left in its place, which furnishes a beautiful sandy beach. After a month or so the water begins to return, and then in a couple of weeks it is the same magnificent stretch of water as it was before.

Next Scientific Triumph.

Now that -the Atlantic ocean has been hopped there doesn’t seem to be much more that can be expected in the way of scientific triumphs until someone invents a full-dress shirt stud that won’t explode just at the moment when the wearer is trying his best to appear important—Thrift Magazine. . -

keep our ex-service men happy and to absorb them speedily into the structure of peace-time America.

Advance Information.

“Now, my dear,” said Mr. Crosslota, “we must avoid contradicting the new cook, or hurting her feelipgs in any way.". “Of course,” replied th® patient woman. “Hl phone the employment agency right away and find out what her views are on the League of Nations.”

Home Town Helps

HOMES MAKE GOOD CITIZENS To Own One's Own Home Means Acquirement of a Certain Standing in the Community. "He’s a home owner and a taxpayer,” is the best recommendation any man can have in his own community. It gives him a standing forthwith, not so much as a person of some financial Importance, bjjt as a dependable, substantial frtidself-respecting citizen, wisely Regardful of his own and his family’s happiness and best interests, and at the same time an asset to the neighborhood in which he lives. So universal is the home-loving instinct that it might almost be said there is something wrong morally with the man or woman who does not care to own a home; and that is why the malcontents, the habitual industrial disturbers and the socially restive that inflict themselves on all countries are of the element that is very largely without home ties. Unless all signs fall, this is to be the great American home-building year. «> Stimulated by the government’s urgent advice to “own a home for your children’s sake,” and by the injunction that during the war It was patriotic not to build, now we can best show our patriotism by building, there has been a tremendous revival in the sentiment for home ownership. The indications are that the unhappy classes of renters and boarders will be greatly depleted before the end of 1919, and that there will be many thousands of additional families entered upon the life of happiness and contentment to be found only in the home. The price of building materials today is not high, as compared with prices of other commodities, and the community that does not add materially to its total of homes this year is likely to be rated as lacking in patriotism as well as good business judgment.

GOOD USE FOR OLD WELL

Water ln.lt Employed to .Cool That in Use in the Public Drinking Fountain. In many cities which have acquired water systems, there are old wells which have been abandoned and closed. The Illustration shows how one of these was used in a Western city to cool the water used in a public drinking fountain. The supply pipe for the fountain, Instead of running directly from the water main to the base of the fountain, led first to the coil pipe which was placed below the water line in the old well. As the drinking water flowed through the

The Cold Water in the Old Well, No Longer Considered Fit for Drinking, Was Used to Cool the Water Piped to the Drinking Fountain.

turns of this coil, some of Its heat was radiated to the cold water in the’ well, and, on emerging at the upper end of the coil into the pipe leading to the fountain, it was several degrees cooler than when leaving the water main. The device is especially effective on fountains of the type which are not running continuously, but are turned on by pressing a lever. —Popular Mechanics Magazine.

Unique Horticultural Club.

Takoma Park, D. C., has a horticultural club of 140 members, half of whom are specialists and scientists of the United States department of agriculture. This club was designed to promote gardening, culture of flowers and beautifying of home grounds,’and to aid in civic improvements, as well as to hold contests and exhibitions of flowers and vegetables. The club purchases seeds, bulbs, plants, fertilizer and garden implements co-operatively for its members. Educational meetings are held at regula?’ intervals. This year 23 prizes, including two loving cups and eleven gold and silver medals, as well as a savings bank account, will be awarded to club members for the best vegetable gardens.

Town Plants 900 Trees.

New Bedford, Mass., Is setting out 900 trees this spring and this town claims that it almost holds the record for the number of trees it possesses in proportion to street mileage, according to a report to the American Forestry association of Washington, whose campaign for memorial trees for spldiers and sailors is nation-wide, and which Is registering all such trees. .

"Flower in Every Home."

Now, let’s celebrate the return of peace by “cleaning up," “planting up," “painting up” and end it with nature’s choicest tribute to man. Our slogan i« “A Flower In Every Home.”

BAZAARS of INDIA

THE day of the bazaar In India has long passed without hope for any return of its glory. Yet the visitor, in search of novelty, may still be fairly well satisfied with the results of the effort he must make to see what remains of the curious life in those places which are different from everything in this land; their nearest parallel being the French market in New Orleans, or a county fair, says the Christian Science Monitor. The stranger to India should take the precaution to secure the services as a guide and physical protector of a thoroughly competent interpreter, one who is conversant with at least half a dozen of the numerous dialects spoken in India’s commercial circles, and who—when it comes to buying or rejecting—knows at a glance “a hawk from aherneshaw” because, as a decidedly cynical Engglishman said, “Nine-tenths of the stuff displayed in those Indian bazaars are spurious, and the remainder utterly worthless rubbish.” An exaggeration, of course, yet it is a hard matter to find the few gems that may be there; and, at any rate, if the purchasable Inanimate is lacking, the almost endless variety of the recumbent or animate human denizens is a rich reward for the fatiguing hours in a bazaar. In Search of the Picturesque. It is a great pity that civilization is so very inconsiderate toward the picturesque, the stranger, and the racially attractive (in spite of its dirt) which are so different from the life and the people we know and are so tired of, their inartistic dirt especially, that we often rush off to the antipodes to find something artistic and interesting. When we fail in our search, we are apt to abuse the writers who tell us —not what they really did see, but what they had predetermined they were to see. It is not many years since that the bazaar at Delhi, to take at random one of the many, was truly a wonderful place. It occupied a large extent of ground, covered with all manner of ramshackle buildings, the ground floors of which were open stalls somewhat like those seen in the illustration accompanying this article. There were a few fairly broad thoroughfares which traversed the section from side to side in a serpentine course, but the really interesting and attractive shops were reached by many narrow, winding lanes, forming a veritable labyrinth, into which the unwary stranger who ventured alone was quickly lost; and when he betrayed his misfortune by act or word, was sure to be pounced upon by a flock of human vultures bent upon getting his last rupee in exchange for their wares, and heartless as to whether or not he got back to the meager civilization of Delhi’s then wretched hotel. In the main avenues there were—shall we say canals, or streams, or ditches? Well, there was something in whichever we call them that possessed the motion of liquid, and there was one, or perhaps two, rows of dis-couraged-looking trees. But in the narrow alleys there was no disguising the fact that those ditches were simply open drains, usually so torpid in their flow that the stench was almost overpowering, and the visitor from abroad wondered how any human being could breathe the fetid air all day and all night as complacently as did the bazaar denizens. Occasional Bargains Found. . Nevertheless, those were the days when it was quite possible to pick up really rare and precious bargains for a song, plaques hammered out from brass or fllher metals, true gems of many kinds, jade ornaments deftly carved from jade In minute patterns, making them almost literally “worth their weight In gold,” and many other treasures such* as nowadays never reach a bazaar stall, for they are snapped up by professional dealers the moment they leave the hands of their Original owner, whom want compels

The Bazaar of Lucknow.

to sacrifice, and the dealer knows exactly where lives the rich Indian who pays, without much haggling, tie topmost price. The glory of the bazaar, like that of practically all that was picturesque, had given way to the vitally needed sanitary measures. But the bazaar still exists, although rather in what we would call open or general markets. Undoubtedly they continue to offer many temptations spread before the covetous eyes of the foreign visitor in such alluring ways that the end of purchasing is not reached even when the bottom of the purse is, because the dealers are only too glad to send their wares to the hotel to be paid for at master’s or madam’s convenience, and lots of other “rare bargains which cannot be duplicated.” Most Fascinating of Streets. Mr. Curtis’ “Modero India” says of Delhi’s Chandni Chauk, “Silver Street,” that it is fairly called “the most picturesque and fascinating street in the world.” Between the two rows of trees that grow along the center of its width of 75 feet there was formerly an aqueduct of clear, running water, that is now filled, and its banks are the great promenade for the city’s gentry, both foreign residents and natives. But the street is marvelous for ths adeptness of the shopkeepers in “spotting” the stranger. Let a visitor from abroad appear, no matter how perfectly (he, at least, thinks) he has disguised himself in proper Indian garb, he is pounced upon by a swarm of shopkeepers, and besought to avail himself of the bargains that were never before offered, and never will again fall to his good fortune, until he either yields and secures, sometlmea a true bargain, but often a lot of rubbish, or calls to his relief a friendly policeman, usually a swarthy Sikh. Sometimes it is most amusing when rival merchants grapple each other in their frantic efforts to secure the monopoly of a seemingly profitable customer, and the policeman’s services are required to separate the belligerents.

The story of freak fiddles would fill a book. They have been made of tin, copper, Iron, leather, glass and paper. They have assumed many wonderful shapes. Last-year, in Los Angeles, a blind fiddler used to play on the corner with a fiddle that had no body. A tin horn did the'work of the ordinary sound box of the violjn. This was the invention of a local man. A certain corporation making phonograph records in the east uses an aluminum violin. This instrument Is scientifically constructed and used by one of the greatest artists in making records of his solos for reproduction on talking machines. Even the highest priced old violins do not sound as one expects a violin to sound when it is reproduced on a record. This aluminum violin corrects that and the listeners sit entranced at the sweet tones of the record. The violin, itself, has a most disagreeable tone.— Los Angeles Times.

Stripping wallpaper from the walls of a room is a tedious and unpleasant task. The following method has been found to do this work satisfactorily: Remove all furniture from the room and take up the floor covering; place in the middle of the room some kind of a portable stove with a big pan of water on top. Light the stove and close all the windows and doors; when the room becomes fun of steam it will soften the paste which has been used for sticking the paper on the wall. After an hour or more of the steaming it will be easy to remove the paper. ’

Some people’s idea of efficiency is to' pin a notice on the front door that the bell is out of order, Instead of having; it fixed.—Ohio State Journal,

Freak Fiddles.

Steaming Paper.

As Far as It Goes.