Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 190, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 August 1919 — STORIES of AMERICAN CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

STORIES of AMERICAN CITIES

Primary English as She is Spoke at Hull House CHICAGO.— If America is the melting pot, Chicago la where the mixture bubbles fastest, and Hull House is right in the middle of the boiling. The teacher in one of the classes in primary English told her polyglot pupils to

write a play, promising a prize for the best This one was turned in, among others: “GEORGE WASHINGTON AND THE AMERICAN FLAG." Act 1, Scene I—A Tent at Valley Forge. Enter two colonial officers: First Colonial Officer —We ain’t got no flag for the Revolution. Second Colonial Officer —Gee, ain’t

that fierce! Act 2, Scene I—George Washington's Tent. First Colonial Officer (to George Washington)—George we ain’t got no flag for the Revolution. George Washington—Gee, ain’t that fierce! Act 3, Scene I—Home of Betsy Ross. George Washington (entering)—“Betsy, we ain’t got no flag for the Revo* lotion. Betsy Ross—Gee, ain’t that fierce l Well, George, you hold the baby and Til make you one. Act 3, Scene 2—George Washington's Tent. George Washington (entering)—We got a flag for the Revolution. First Colonial Officer —Ain’t that grand! Second Colonial Officer —You bet. Curtain. Ohe guess as to which play got the prize. . Anyway, if the play isn’t primary English, what is it? How Heaven Protected This One Poor Working Girl ■■ V LOUISVILLE, KY. —She made only $7 a week, and she was wondering how she was going to spend the two weeks’ vacation which her employer bad offered her. She reasoned rightly that she couldn’t take a very extended

trip. But she didn’t know that Yaarab Temple of Shrlners was passing through Louisville from Atlanta to Indianapolis. As she passed a hotel on her way to work she was stopped by a man dressed in the garb of a fiction char* acter which she had often seen on advertisements for cigarettes.. He Stopped her. She was frightened. And then a lot more men looking like “cigarette signs” gathered about her and sang songs in funny lan-

guages. But worse was to come. They took away her lunch bask'lt and dumped all her lunch out on the sidewalk. There were two perfectly good sandwiches; an onion, fresh and Juicy; a big red apple and a few leaves of lettuce, still pretty fresh. Naturally she felt like crying, and the tears were Just coming when — \ One of the number Jumped upon a suitcase and spoke to the multitude of red fezzes while the others locked hands and danced about her. She was so bewildered she forgot all about crying. The man who Jumped upon the suitcase auctioned off her lunch. The apple brought $57.40. The onion smelled no stronger than any other onion, but it brought $35.50. When her lunch had been distributed among the bidders th» auctioneer had collected exactly $250. He handed it to the frightened little “working girl,” with the ease and grace of a prince. She was ten minutes late to work because of the interruption, but she “should worry;’’ she was $250 to the good, and there was a little something which made her heart beat faster.

Cheer Up, Girls! The Prince of Wales Can Foxtrot BERKELEY, CAL. —Is the prince of Wales a good dances? One University of California girl knows first hand that he is. Anyway, she says he Is. At a ball at the Casino in Coblenz the royal arm "encircled her waist in a

dreamy waltz, and on this experience is based her affirmative answer. The girl is Miss Elizabeth Witter, University of California sorority and Sierra club member and well known in Town and Gown circles in the college city. Miss Witter has Just returned from a year and a half service with the American Red Cross in the canteen work organized by Mrs. William K. Vanderbilt.

With the army of occupation at Coblenz, where she passed the months since the arinistice was signed, several dances were given by the Americans. At two of these Miss Witter danced with Gen. John G. Pershing, and at the last, a ball given to General Mitchell, she had her first dance with royalty. <t __ “I should say the prince is a good dancer,” said Miss Witter. -They dance Just the same ‘over there’ as here. 'They are strong for Jazzy music, and their one-steps are not a bit more stately than ours.” Miss Witter went over with Miss Mildred Johnston and Mrs. Elizabeth Gray Potter, a sister of Prentiss Gray, head of the relief for Belgium. They left March 6,1918, and were stationed at Dijon in canteen work feeding troops and convoy trains. Later they were moved up near Bar-le-Duc, in the Meuse sector, and saw strenuous service, often within range of the big German guns. The prince of Wales will be over here before lpng and other charming American girls will also have a chance to know first hand whether he is—or isn’t. * Philadelphia Boasting “Youngest Grandparents” PHILADELPHIA.— “Meet the right girl early, and, if you're lucky enough to win her queenly favor, marry her,” is the bit of advice that cornea from Frank Miller, 1728 West Passyunk avenue, the man who is, at the age - of thirty-five, probably the youngest

granddad In the country. The twenty* day old daughter of Miller’s daughter has been christened Helen. “There can be but few grandfathers and grandmothers younger than my wife and I are,” said Mr. Miller. “I married Mary Shields when she was only seventeen and I was Just turning eighteen, and I dare say that there's not a happier man living today. Of course I’m In favor of inarrying early.”

To his'Wife, therefore, belongs the distinction of being one of the youngest grandmothers, in the city, and maybe in the state, and maybe in the nation. ~ h Mr. Miller is the father of four children and Is probably a; than the average father, because this young daughter of his chihl Mrs Mar* Donovan. 1509 Emily street, makes him a proud grandfather. His other d»IK dren are two boys and a girl—Johnny. aged thirteen; Emily, aged eight, and Sin-'nootlwM Charlie, who ha. a bad habit of eteallag aod bldlhg th. ”““£r££l” marrying young Is praetlcrt" aald Miller. “The whole thing I. meetlne the right one; then you’re all right. . *This family of great-greats, great, grand and plain ddidw* begins with Mrs. Helen Higgins, eighty-nine yeare old Her MrjM Hrien Miller, is sixty-one. Her son, Frank Miller, Is thirty-five. His Marie Donovan, Is sixteen, and her child, Helen, twenty days. ■ - • ~ / “ •