Jasper County Democrat, Volume 14, Number 56, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 October 1911 — Page 2

tbe aw ■ y demogirt F. f.BIBCeCt.tDITWiIHMBtISIK. OFFICIAL DEMOCRATIC PAPER-OF JASPER COUNTY. Entered as Second Class Matter June 8, 1908, at the post office at Rensselaer, Indiana, under the Act of March 3, 1879. Published Wednesday and Saturday. Wednesday Issue 4 Pages; Saturday Is* sue 8 Pages. Long Distance Telephones Office 315. - Residence 341. WEDNESDAY, OCT. 18, 1911.

An Echo of the Winamac Bridge Company.

Winamac Journal: Representatives of the Scully Steel & Iron company of Chicago were here this week looking after the work of shipping out part of the machinery of the old bridge plant. A large part of the machinery, tools and material has been purchased by Frank Williams, who expects to operate a bridge factory here, as soon as a suitable location can be found. Mr. Williams got possession of most all of the necessary machinery, etc., to operate a plant, and consequently the. only material shipped back to Chicago by Scullys will be some odds and ends, not absolutely required for Mr. Williams’ new factory. Frank expects to temporarily move the machinery into the old tabernacle building and in the spring build a cement block structure on the ground now occupied by Warren McCollister’s two houses on South Burson street and the Panhandle tracks, this location giving the company an outlet for switching purposes.

Escapes From Starke County Jail

Mrs. Minnie Farina of near Aldine, who was arrested by Sheriff Doyle yesterday for having committed a felonious assault on Mesdames J, W. Spencer and Orval Brooks, made her escape from the county jail last night by removing a radiator from the corridor floor, which permitted her to pass through into the basement and out to freedom. Owing to the present crowded conditions at the jail Sheriff Doyle was obliged to place Mrs. Farina in a cell on the north side of the jail which connects directly, with the entrance corridor. He gave her the freedom of the corridor that she might walk around if she cared and he never once dreamed that there was a way in which she could escape. But Mrs. Farina’s former stay at the jail had evidently familiarized her with the place. She seemed to know just how to proceed arid didn't make any noise about it either. She first shoved aside a heavy stove which stetod over the radiator and then lifted the radiator from the floor. This gave her a small opening at the side of the pipe which conveys the heat, and she passed through this by sliding down a blanket, which she tied to the stove. She passed out of the building by releasing a bolt on an outside basement door. It is thought that she made her escape before midnight as the lights in the corridor were turned off by her; Sheriff Doyle and his deputy, John M. Swarfzell, started after her in an auto early this morning, but no reports of her capture have as yet been received.—Starke County Democrat.

MILLER FIRST CHOICE

For Gubernatorial Candidate of Indiana Republican Editors. Indianapolis, Ind., Oct. 14. A South Bend newspaper today published a poll of editors of Republican papers showing that Hugh H. Miller of Columbus is their first choice for the nomination for governor; Wm. L.'Taylor. Indianapolis, third; James P. Goodrich, Winchester, fourth; Charles W. Fairbanks and J. F. Hanly, fifth. Miller received nearly twice as many votes as any one else.

VILLAGE DEMOLISHED.

And Damage Is Heavy, But Nobody Is Injured. Indianapolis, Ind., Oct. 15. Although the village of Ben Davis, five miles southwest of Indianapolis, was almost demolished by a tornado last night, it was found today that no one had been fatally injured. The property damage is nearly SIvjO,OOO. Most of the buildings either were blown down or damaged and huge trees' were uprooted. The residents escaped injury and death because they were warned of the approach of the tornado. Wm. Boyd, 15, was caught by the wind and blow;)

over a housetop. He landed in the mud and was only slightly injured. Houses were blown down over ten and all e-caped injury.

ON BENCH 34 YEARS.

Justice Harlan of the Supreme Court Dies of Bronchitis— Long in the Judiciary. Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States, John Marshall Harlan, died in Washington Saturday morning after a short illness from bronchitis, at the age of 78 years. Justice Harlan has been on the Supreme court bench for 34 years. While he died comparatively poor in money, he was a multi-millioniare in honor and esteem. He won his fame through his dissemting opinions in the Tobacco Trust and Standard Oil cases last winter when he bitterly arraigned the remainder of the court for “usurping the power of the legislative branch of the government.”

“A TEXAS RANGER”

By “Our Stock Company” Saturday Night. Messrs. Nielson and Gano, managers of “Our Stock Co.” take great pleasure in announcing the re-engagment of Mr. Edward Wynn, the popular leading man of last year’s company. Mr. Wynn will make his' first re-appearance as Jack Benton, in “A Texas Ranger,” by Ernest Stout. “A Texas Ranger” is an atmospherical frontier drama in four acts, and the time of action takes place in the early fifties, when the red men and the whites were Still contenders for the rich lands of the gr£at southwest. The first two acts are laid near the old San Carlos stage station, and shows the Indians plotting the extermination of the whites. The last two are located in and around the historical San Carlos trading post, and shows the attacks on the fort, its gallant defense by a handful of Uncle Sam’s soldiers, and as they are about to be massacreed by the Indians, owing to a lack of amunition, they are rescued by Jack Benton an' 1 his Texas Rangers. Miss Forrester, the fcharming little leading woman, will play Edith Marshall, a little southern girl in love with Jack. Miss Stewart, whose work is always of the highest order, will have One of the principal parts and will be assisted by Mr. Pihl. the new heavy man. and the entire strength of the company, assisted by several new people and a large’number of supernumeraries in the great battle scene. Mr. Geo. B. Flint, an actor and director of ability, will stage the new piece. His addition to the company will have a tendency to strengthen the company in every way. A full house is sure to great the company Saturday night, and reservations can now be made at regular pfices. '

ADVERTISED LETTERS. The following letters rema.n uncalled for in the Rensselaer postoffice for the week ending Oct. 16. 1911: Salem Garrison, W. D. Moore, J. W. Rito, Miss Sadie King, Mrs. Hallie Pickett. The above letters will be sent to the dead letter office Oct. 30. 1911. In calling for the above, please say “Advertised," giving date of list.—G. E. Murray, P. M

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The National Dairy Show

PRESIDENT TAFT TO ATTEND NATIONAL DAIRY SHOW.

The National Dairy show. Chicago, has been growing steadily in importance. and President Taft has accepted the invitation of the board of directors and will attend the show and address the people Monday morning. Oct. 30. After his address the president will be escorted to the dairy products exhibit, where he will be invited to cut the world’s greatest cheese, which this year weighs 12.000 pounds—six tons—and stands higher than a man.

JACOBA IRENE, CHAMPION LONG DISTANCE COW OF THE WORLD.

Jacoba Irene, who holds the greatest long distance record in the production of milk and butter fat of any cow in the world, made her wonderful record when she was owned by Hon.‘ A. O. Auten. who is the genera’! manager of this year's National Dairy show, which will be held in the International amphitheater. Union stockyards. Chicago, Oct. 26 to Nov. 4, In one year Jacoba produced over her own weight in butter. Hundreds of other heavy producing cows undergoing yearly tests will be on exhibition at the show.

JUDGING CONTEST AT NATIONAL DAIRY SHOW.

One of the most interesting features pf the National Dairy show. Chicago. International amphitheater. Union stockyards. Oct. 26 to Nov. 4, will be the students’ judging contest. The illustration shows the conclusion of one of these contests, judging Ayrshire cows. This year the 1 Jersey and Holstein Breed associations have been offered a S4OO agricultural scholarship. The Guernseys will award a magnificent silver cup for the best team of students judging Guernseys. -

Good form

Little Social Calling. The Interest taken by the woman of today in athletics, in the world, in affairs of public tenor, has brought about at least one welcome social change—the abolition of the social call. No longer are upper blinds seen to flutter suspiciously while maid or butler utters the solemn “Not at home” to relieved callers. The allotted twenty minutes of platitudes, during which hostess and guest conversed about such vital topics as the weather or the servant situatlcti, is reckoned as so much wasted time by the busy woman of society. The gradual disappearance of the calling custom does not mean a consequent damper upon social activity. What it does signify is a more sincere and a more natural phase of sociability. Today a woman rings up the friend she wishes to see on the telephone and arranges for a friendly little visit. The stiff rose and gilt of the front parlor have yielded to the cozy depths of the living Toom easy chairs and the staid conversation of the reception room to the cozy chatter of the tea table. What a bugbear were the “Tuesdays” or ‘•Thursdays” of the society leader, from which continued absence spelled social oblivion. Many a heartache originated in these drawing rooms of the dictator, where cuts were dealt right and left and arrows sent out by a satirical tongue which caused a sting which lasted for weeks. A vise of stiff silk, burning patent leathers and other Insignia of correct dress are not conducive of kindness and good cheer. For these very obvious reasons hail with joy the passing of an era Of silly formality. hastening to welcome in its stead the custom of “just dropping in for a chat” or an afternoon visit;

Telephone Courtesy. Many otherwise polite persons feel that they can be rude when engaged in a telephone conversation. With the first “Hello” many a man and woman drop their courtesy as if it were a garment that did not fit them. If the “central” were to record all that she hears and all that is said to her it would make some of us blush for shame. While men frequently swear over the telephone, there are many women who. while they do not give vent to profanity, so far copy the manners of the male sex that they scream like shrews at “central” if she happens to give them the wrong number or interrupts them before they have finished talking. That the ways of telephones and the persons who operate them are trying to one’s temper no one can deny, but the irritability that manifests itself in outward speech is not a requisite of the proper appreciation and use of the telephone. It is nothing less than a pernicious habit which most people acquire unconsciously. Let us remember that consideration and kindness pay better than rudeness and discourtesy. If not, then let us have poorer telephone service and preserve, our self respect. Make it a rule never to be rude to the telephone assistants. It is like shooting from an ambush—at an unseen foe, it is true, but it hurts just as much. Politeness a Valuable Cult. If regarded from no other point of view than as an asset in journeying through life, politeness and the observance of small courtesies will be found ,* very valuable cult. True, the blustering, pushing man or woman makes a way of its sort, but if closely observed neither can very readily come back another time with any success. Aggressiveness is often needed, but impoliteness never. When it is necessary to emphasize even that may be done With dignity and a perfectly polite manner, carrying weight far better than arrogance and rudeness ever can. Many there are who think and say that with some people to be polite leaves the impression of cowardice, but the well bred man ottoman knows better. They know that courtesy does not mean to be afraid of anything or anybody, and no mistake is possible. The courteous woman has always the refuge of silence or, perhaps, the privilege of sarcasm, while the polite man can defend himself with his fists if need be, yet help his adversary up with all the courtesy of a friend, thereby making a friend of him indeed.

Just a Few Don'ts. Here are a few suggestions in the way of don’ts which will be found to “wash well:” Don’t put your secrets on paper. They are safest in your, own custody. Don’t write anything unkind or condemnatory concerning a third person. The individual may hear of it and trouble follow. Always say less than you mean in a letter. Don’t write affectionate letters to any man except your father or broth- , er. Don’t write to a lover anything you wouldn’t be willing the newspapers should print with your name attached. You can’t tell what may happen. . Cultivate the art of writing jolly, friendly, clever letters, from which personalities are carefully eliminated

A THRILLING ENCOUNTER

Nerve Racking Experience With a Band of Anarchists.

“What do you think of the idea of colonizing the anarchists on an island, in accordance with the bill recently introduced in congress?” asked Perkins of Mickler as they were lighting cigars after dinner. “I don’t think about the anarchist question at all,” Mickler replied. “It gives me a cold chill every time I bear the word anarchist” Perkins looked up, somewhat surprised at the Involuntary shudder that accompanied his friend’s words. “I don’t expect you to feel as I do about the matter,” Mickler continued, “because you haven’t had the same experience. You haven’t lived under the Impression that any moment you might be dropped by a stab Jn the back.” Perkins scrutinized the speaker for a time, then said: “Well, tell me about IL Singular that you’ve never mentioned it before.” “I believe I will.” replied the other. “I’ve kept the secret all these years, and I’m dying to tell some one. Besides, I fancy the danger Is pretty well over. It happened when I was in London, twelve years ago last winter. I was taking a postgraduate course in the university, but instead of paying much attention to lectures I was leading a gay life with a lively set of students. One night I attended a supper, during which we had all put away a good deal of wine, and about 2 o’clock in the morning I started for my rooms. They were in a building occupied, as I understood, as bachelor apartments in all stories except the first or ground floor. Bidding good night to a companion at the street door, I stumbled up the stairs. The cold air, following upon that of the warm room I had been supping in, intensified the effect of the liquor I had drunk, and instead of stopping on the third floor, where I lodged, I went on up to the fifth. Feeling my way in the dark hall to my room, I found a knob in the correct position and, turning it, threw open the door. “The room was brilliantly lighted, though the shutters to every window were closed, and a dozen men were sitting around a table. As the door opened every man started up, and twelve revolvers were pointed at me. “The party around the table were as much surprised as I was. As soon as I could find my tongue I stammered my excuse for interrupting them, assuring them that I had rooms on a lower floor, had climbed too high and had supposed I was entering my own door. One of the number said to me, ‘Stand perfectly still.’ Then, turning to one of his companions, he asked + ‘How came that door to be left unlocked?’ ‘“When Ehrheart went for a pitcher of beer a few minutes ago,’ replied the man, trembling, ‘I was in the inner chamber. I did not know that any one had gone out’ “ ‘You shall pay for this,’ returned the other, who was evidently the chief. Then, turning to me, he said: “ ‘Remain where you are.’ “Beckoning to two other members of the circle, he led them out of the room. I knew they had gone to decide upon my case. Would they conclude to murder me? When they returned I expected to hear that I must die. The leader stood, looked at me in silence for a time, then said: “ ‘Young man, you have committed a blunder that may cost you your life. You are free to leave this room, but members of our circle will be appointed to keep an ever open eye upon you. If you ever tell any human being of what you have seen here you will be put to death at once. The only way for you to live is with the secret locked in your breasL If you reveal it you cannot be sure that the person in whom you confide is not a member of our society, and if your confederate is not a member and tells another he will run the same risk. Go” “There was no need to promise secrecy. No promise was asked. I was simply informed that if I let the secret out I must die. I turned, fearful that I might get a knife in my back, went down the stairs, never stopping at my room, going out into the lighted street There I stood for a few minutes, not knowing what to do. A man came out of the building and without noticing me passed on. I knew he had come to shadow me, and he did. I dared not go [back to my room, so I went to a hotel, where I put up for the night “During the rest of my stay in London I was shadowed constantly. Only occasionally would I notice any one keeping me under surveillance, but I knew the terrible eye of the anarchist circle I had stumbled on was constantly on me. It was not rnbre than a week after my return to America before I received an anonymous communication notifying me that I would be under the watch of the American anarchists. For ten years I continued to be shadowed by these people, and whenever I changed my place of my abode I received notice that the society was informed of the change. A couple of years ago I made my last change, and this time I was surprised at not receiving the customary notice. I assumed that, having kept an eye on me for ten years, the society was convinced that it was safe 1 to let me alone.” I “Now I think of it” said Perkins, “you have had a hunted look.” “Nothing to compare with what I have had within, and if you had seen much of me several years ago you would have seen a walking ghost”