Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 66, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 March 1920 — INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES

Love Letter Probated as Yankee Soldier’s Will SAN FRANCISCO.—A love letter which Hany F. Heine, of the Three Hundred and Twenty-first field artillery, wrote to Mias Carmelita F. Cadogen was probated in Judge Dunne’s court as Heine’s last will and testament, and his

$5,000 estate was awarded to Miss Cadogen. The letter was written a few weeks before he fell in action. He plans another trip—a honeymoon voyage—to the counjrj* he was fighting in. The letter follows: Somewhere in France. “‘Girl o’ mine. Though I am far from you. Having no power, Singing no song to you.

Bringing no flower —’ “There, I forget the rest, I read it somewhere and it seems to fit in. I have had no word from you yet and hope you are well. “I wish, dearest, that you would send me some real cigarets. Also the last two numbers of the ‘lnternational Studio.’ “The Liberty bonds are all paid up and they are made out In your name, so if anything should happen to me they will come to you with the remainder of my money and effects. “The world is w'onderful over here, and fall is coming with its golden leaves (and I can’t get time to paint). “It’s wonderful here —these old towns, with their tile roofs and pictur--esque chimneys against the sky. . We WHI come back here some time, you and I —but perhaps I like California best by turns. “We are at the front now and have Fourth of July and fireworks regularly. Love to all, and, remember —no worrying.” । • As the letter was written, dated and signed in the handwriting of Heine, Judge Dunne held that it was a legal holographic wlll. and as such admitted ,it tn probate, ; vi/. 1 / I k'rgT" First-Class Fighting Man, but Reckless Criminal NEW YORK. —Donald Hammond has been sentenced to a term of three and a half to seven years in state prison. Hammond, 24-year-old son of William Hammond, dean of Cornell University, was placed on probation under a sus-

pended sentence last August, after he had pleaded guilty to forging a check for $2,000 in the name of Norman Bradford Jr., a wealthy Newport, R. 1., clubman. He violated his pledge by forging other papers and committing many thefts. At the outbreak of the war in 1914 young Hammond hurried to Canada and enlisted in the first contingent. He was cited for heroic conduct in battle. He was caught in the first gas attack

and wounded by an exploding shell. Neglecting to get his discharge, he escaped from his hospital and returned to America. A number of New York hotels and business houses were the first victims of his forged checks and unpaid bills. Lionized at Newport and Atlantic City, he speedily ended his welcome by stealing jewelry and money from his hosts. Finding the authorities closing In on him, he returned to England, joined the royal air force, gained a reputation as a terror among his comrades and the German forces opposite his aerodrome, and was made a sub-tllght lieutenant. In a daring raid over the enemy trenches Hammond was pounded again. FT a gave up flying and returned to the United States. Invited to Maine and New Hampshire watering places, he soon scandalized his friends, including many young society women, by his drinking and thievery. His father and several friends sent him to Manitoba. He tired of the quiet life and reappeared in Boston, stole $15,000 worth of bonds, was captured in New York, changed places with a murderer he met in the Tombs prison, pleaded guilty to the other’s charge and succeeded in some mysterious way in obtaining a suspended sentence under that name. “Professor X” Is No Longer the Great Unknown L’ AMBERTVILLE, N. J.—The Rev. T. J. Benzley, rector of St. Andrew’s Episcopal church several weeks ago found a man wandering about the outskirts. The man was ragged. His appearance was refined. His speech was that of an educated gentleman. He

was unable to give his name, address or history. The rector took him home, cared for him and made his story public, calling him “Professor X.” Now the man has been identified as Dr. John L. Brand of Worcester, Mass., who has been missing for three years. The identification was made by his son. Lieutenant Commander Charles L. Brand, who Is stationed at the Phil-

adelphia navy yard. Commander Brand read the account of “Professor X” in the newspapers and instantly recognized his father. Obtaining leave from the navy yard, he immediately went to Lambertville. “Professor X” was unable to recognize his son when the latter approached him and said, “Don’t you know me, father?” Putting his trembling hands on the epaulets of his son’s uniform, he stared for some time directly into his son’s eyes, but he could not remember. When he realized he had failed to recall the past, the broken old man gave a cry and sank to the floor. He had collapsed and was virtually carried from the room. Later he rallied. His physician says he may recover his memory. He will remain in Lambertville for a time. Dr. Brand was born and educated in England, the son said, and was a physician and musician. He had devoted himself almost entirely to research work for some time prior to his disappearance and was an inveterate reader. He specialized in chemical and biological research. Sues for $25,425 Her Smiles Won for “Tip Trust” CHICAGO.— Why are waiters allowed to pocket their tips, while check girls,, door then, washtoom boys and maids must turn them over? That is what Miss Hannah Stires, one of the prettiest of the girls in the employ of Rousse

& Wolf, 164 West Washington street, Is going to court to find out. Through her attorney, L. H. Craig, Miss Stires has filed suit for the recovery of gratuities handed to her by patrons. That the “tippihg trust,” managed in Chicago by Sam and Clifford Wolf, has profited to the amount of $25,425 by her sparkling smile IS her assertion. “If I don’t get as much as they want, Mr. Wolf says to nie, *Why don’t you smile at then?’ ” she said angrily

at her home at 6307 Champlain avenue. •Tm to stick out my hand and beg money from the restaurant patrons for the trust. “If I get a tot he pats me on the back and if I don’t he accuses me of holding ont some and threatens to fire me or sue me or something. I have to turn in about sls a night, or he is sore. And for this lam paid sls a week. “Waiters can keep their tips. Why can’t I? Wegirls work hard, seven days a week and more than eight hours a day. My arms ache at night with lifting the heavy coats. And we have to lie for them. Lots of times men say thev won’t tip me if it goes to the trust, so I have to Ue and say it doesn’t-" Miss Stires has worked for'tKe company for four years. The “trust" which hires the girls has “concessions” in various restaurants. The entire sy stem is wrong, according to Miss Stires. -—--—— — ~ r , '• •