Jasper County Democrat, Volume 14, Number 64, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 November 1911 — Page 2

Nation’s Men

■■■■■% RECENTLY delivered the oration at the dedication of the I I monument to General Thomas Hamer, at Georgetown, Ohio. I He died in Monterey, Mexico, December 1, 1846, after par* ' j ticipating in the operations on Monterey, where he led his I regiment from , Ohio, which was the first to plant the Stars and Stripes in capturing Monterey. This country village of about one thousand people is re* jl§!j|| ■ markable for the great men it has givefl the state and nation. laim Of soldiers alone it furnished the Union army four generals, including U. S. Grant, West Point graduates, and nine gen-

erals and field officers of volunteers, among whom were General A. \. Kautz and General McGrorierty, and most of these men were citizens of Georgetown when the war broke out From Brown countv I went to Adams county, and in the backwoods of that county—much of it away from all railroad*—there lived among other notables the ancestors of M hitelaw Beid, Sini>ot, the father of Mrs. Charles P. Taft of Cincinnati, while the spot where the late John A. Cockerill, the great journalist, was born is pointed out to the passerby. In my travels about, speaking here and there, everywhere in the small towns I find, boro, reared and often still living the nation's foremost men. I turn to any encyclopedia of American biography and find that the mightv men who have made and lifted the nation to greatness were country boys. Of twenty-seven presidents of the United States, all, with the exception of Boosevelt and Taft, were from the country. Call the roll of the 481 senators and congressmen, and with possibly one or two exceptions, all who are ever heard of were not only bom in the country but began life in their shin sleeves. Go into any city or town throughout the land and practically all the men who have done things worth white be-"an life without a dollar. These men made their own chances. They never despaired, never whimpered, but they were up and doing.

A “hapnv hit” mav sometimes be made by a bold Tenrnre, but in the long run the safest road is the highway of steady industry. God gives you enough when be gives you opportunity. A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds. Possess your sod hi patience. Your time will come if you deserve it. Don’t saT vtm have been unfortunate when vou were just foolish. Bad lnck is bad pluck. Good pluck k good luck. No man ever lost his-luck until he lost his pluck.

Why Girls Prefer to Work In Factories

By KATHRYN SCHWARZ

though they might have more comfortable homes and better wages in the latter positions. Some foreigners are bora with or have been trained to a mental attitude of servility, but few raised in this country can acquire it A girl working for wages in a city kitchen has her menial position impressed on her in a thousand ways that perhaps even her mistress does not realize. ► When she works in a factory she associates all day with people doing the same work as she does, and whether she figures it out consciously to that point or not she would rather live with that sense of equality and starvation wages than with comfort and the supercilious condescension she meets in another person’s kitchen. , You who wonder why the average girl shuns housework, did you ever stop to consider that the life of the kitchen maid is as nearly a blank as it can be and escape total annihilation? With whom shall she associate? With whom shall she talk? Her mistress’ family will talk to her—yes, talk down to her. The help in the families around her perhaps cannot carry on a conversation with her in her own language. Every woman who will own to the truth knows that housework grows irksome even when done for tha sake of one s own family. Think then of its deadly monotony to one who does it day after day under conditions that of themselves kill all interest in life. Until we can have co-operative housekeeping so that the workers can associate with each other their work or until we can learn and act on the truth that those who do the most necessary and most disagreeable work are entitled to the highest honor, we shall not have girls doing housework if there is anything else at all they can get to do.

Musical Standards Have Been Elevated

By F. L. MICHAELSON Birmingham, Ala.

attention seems to have been paid to art until about 35 or 40 years ago. In music there has been rapid progress in the past 10 or 15 years. I can remember when anyone who eou\d play a little or sing a little was called a musician. Now no one is recognized as much of a musician unless he or she has a good deal of gray matter, has studied the theory of music and has a solid literary education as well. I speak of recent musical standards in New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Chicago and other great cities. It will not he many years before every music teacher in the country will be thoroughly equipped from a pedagogic point of view, and will insist bn the pupils studying with a purpose of enlarging their mental horizop. . 1 . - / / ‘ • I

Greatest Were Bom ill the Counfay

By REV. MADISON C. PETERS

Perhaps one reason why American bora girls prefer to work in factories at starvation wages rather than work in kitchens and be comfortable is that while in school they studied the same declaration of independence as their brothers did. Whether that old document tells the truth or not, it has made of our boys and girls something that does not willingly have inferiority robbed into them. One never stops to wonder that our young men will dig ditches rather than become valets or butlers or footmen, even

Musical standards in this country have been greatly raised during the past few years. I have been reading with interest discussions about the educational requirements of those who study music seriously. 1 still consider myself a young man. but I have observed educational conditions in Europe and America long enough to have some definite ideas regarding cultural progress on this side of the Atlantic. The old world, of course, has had the advantage of centuries of art development. In this country, comparatively new, little

IN THE FOG

By Jean Dickerson

The harbor of the gay tittle summer resort was Oiled with pleasure boats of every description when the fog suddenly rolled in from the ocean and blotted out every sight and Stilled every sound of laughter. The chug-chugging of motor boats ceased abruptly; sails rattled down as they were hastily reefed; anchors plunked overboard; and there arose the unmelodious din of fog horns, bells, sirens and lusty shouts of warning. The fog settled down thickly until one could scarcely see a hand’s breadth ahead. Each person appeared Isolated from his companion; voices lost their identity and came weird and shrill or booming and low-pitched, always startling and unexpected even from companions in the same craft A fog bell from tbe lighthouse tolled dismally and from Island Point another bell sounded warningly. Vera Gale, alone In a frail canoe, was thoroughly frightened. An hour ago It bad been amusing to set out In her pretty green canoe and paddle around the harbor, perhaps calling at some yacht for a few brief words with friends or skirting the sandy shore exchanging merry badinage with the bathers or campers—all of them were friends of Vera Gale. Just as she had skimmed near an incoming excursion steamer and avoided a luxuriously appointed motor boat—when she was surrounded on every side by boats larger and heavier than her own frail craft —the fog shut down and she was helpless. Once sha paddled desperately toward the point where she was sure there was safe landing but she found herself under the bow of the big steamer which had anchored there and a rough voice warned her away. Then she bumped Into a smaller boat and somebody swore inelegantly at her and she found herself apologizing meekly for the intrusion. As she

“Are You Alone in a Boat? ”

finished speaking there came from the fog close beside her a man’s voice. Vera was glad it was a pleasant voice —it sounded so near. “Pardon me, madam, but are you alone in a boat?" “Yes —I have a canoe," was Vera’s reply. “A dangerous craft in this mix-up,” went On the voice. “Can you swim?” "Yes—do you think there is any danger?" Vera was growing anxious. “Most assuredly there is danger if that steamer stirs before the fog lifts. I have a large boat here and there is plenty of room if you care to come aboard. We can have a line out to the canoe." ‘Thank you Very much, perhaps I had better. I’ve been frightened to I death for the last fifteen minutes,” said Vera. “It’s mere guesswork where you are —tell me if I lay hands on your canoe.” There followed a few moments during which Vera knew her new acquaintance must be feeling around for her canoe and with another dip of her paddle she endeavored to draw closer to the sound of his voice. Her effort was successful for almost instantly something —a hand —grasped her rail and the voice sounded in her ear. “Got you!” cried the voice triumphantly. ’

“Yes,” answered Vera excitedly. “Steady he pulled the frail craft gently toward him until it bumped against the larger boat and bobbed unsteadily. “Now, give me your hand, please—place the other on my shoulder and step over —don’t be afraid, there’s a locker to stand on.” Vera’s hand was grasped in a large strong wet one and obediently her other went out to find his shoulder. To her infinite embarrassment it first brushed a shaven cheek, then awkwardly grasped at a shock of thick hair and ended on a rough, woolen shoulder. “Oh, I beg pardon!” she gasped as her hand found a resting place. He relieved her by speaking of her canoe as he almost lifted her to a seat with one strong arm even as he held onto her craft with the other. She couldn’t see his face and his figure was merely a dark blnr in the fog. “There, Til have a line out to the

canoe and 700 can feel Quite easy about it. Here are your paddlee—Just throw them down anywhere. Now. If /ouTl just slide a little further around you can manipulate this siren and I’ll give my entire attention to the engine in case we Jiave to cut and run at short notice.” “Where is the siren?” asked Vera as she groped about with her bands. “Give me your hand —there, feel that lever?” “Oh, yes—l thought it was the squeegee kind,” said Vera as she pulled at the lever and then almost screamed at the loud “800-oo!” that followed. "My own invention —that lever," chuckle,. the voice. “Great, isn’t it?” “Fine —it’s very loud,” admitted Vera. "How often shall I sound it?” “Whenever the other fellows stop,” he laughed. “There are so many of them the sounds lap over one another," commented Vera as she managed to gel in another alarming “800-oo!" Again her fellow passenger laughed and his voice had a ring of familiarity. It was very baffling to sit there so close to him and not know what he looked like —who he was —or anything about him. It was very romantic, too, but Vera was not thinking of that somehow, for there was such a babel of sounds about her that all she could think of was that if she really knew who this man was she might feel more confidence in his ability to protect her from the excursion steamer that was their greatest menace. So far her rescuer had proved himself to be quite at home in his motor boat; he was strong and cool-headed and he was entirely practical and impersonal. All those thlngß counted In his favor with Vera Gale. Suppose the excursion steamer did run them down would he be the sort to save her or would he let her go? Vera received an answer to that question with startling swiftness. From another direction there came a medley of sounds —a tooting, blowing, pounding of a steamer’s screw and then out of the fog astern there loomed a dark shape and before Vera’s frightened lips could utter a sound, her new acquaintance leaned forward, a gigantic form in the mist, and grasping her in his arms stepped overboard into the bay while the puffing steam tug sen* his boat with the dangling canoe straight to the bottom of the harbor where it was not recovered for many a day. The man and the girl went down and then up again, miraculously escaping arising under any one of the craft that surrounded them. Vera’s companion held her closely with one arm and with the other he stroked vigorously to keep them afloat. Presently Vera recovered her wits sufficently to strike out with her free arm.

“Bravo!” he panted when he found that she, too, was swimming. Then, amid the shouting and whistling and screeching about .them, his voice arose. "Boat ahoy—two in the water!” he yelled. After that there was danger of their being run over by rescuers but all at once he shouted joyfully that he had found something, and then friendly hands pulled them over into an open boat and only then did the man give up the girl he had rescued. “If —it —hadn’t been—for you-u-u—l w —w —ould ha-have been drowned!” said Vera through chattering teeth. "My c-anoe w-would ha-have gone to the bottom —so w-would L” "It’s at the bottom now and so is mine!” returned the other cheerfully. "Say, mate, have you got anything warm to wrap this lady in?” “Aye—here you are!” and a knitted jacket was tossed from the fog and her new acquaintance, sitting beside her, wrapped Vera In its comforting folds. “How about yourself?” she asked after a little while. , “Oh, never mind me—l’m tough,” was his careless reply. “But say,” earnestly, “you’re plucky, do you know it?” “1 was scared to death,” admitted Vera. “So was I,” he retorted and they both laughed. They sat there side by side. Vera listening to his conversation with the other occupants of the open boat. She was trangely contented and happy. I For some unknown reason she felt 1 that something new had come to her j that afternoon —some new experience ■ that was to color all her after life.

Then all at once the fog lifted. As suddenly as it had enveloped them it whiffed away before a light breeze, showing all the maze of boating in the harbor and everything sprang into renewed life and activity. The two who had spent an hour in the fog. together—who had touched bands—had spoken—had gone down to the gates of death and up again—turned and looked at each other. “Allen Cramer,” cried Vera breathlessly. “Vera Gale!” he cried equally astonished, and then these two who had known each other all their lives and never dreamed of falling, in love felt a strange sweet embarrassment creeping over them. • "It seems like stepping into a new world —after the fog,” said Vera to cover her embarrassment. “It is a new world for me,” said Allen gravely, and his hand closed over hers.

Never Fall.

“Do you think women would improve politics?” “Well,” replied Mr. Grovener, “after listening to the conversation on fne front porch, I’ll say this for them: If they ever start an investigation theJ-Tl find out something.”

POULTRY

GOOD QUALITIES OF CAPONS Although Industry Is Growing Rapidly Supply Does Not Begin to Equal the Demand. (By R R SLOCUM.) A capon is a male chicken bearing the same relation to a cockerel that a steer does to a bull, a barrow to a boar or a wether to a ram. As with other animals of this kind,, the disposition of the capon differs materially

Diagram Showing Where Incision Should Be Made Between Last Two Ribs.

from that of the cockerel. He no longer shows any disposition to fight. Is much more quiet and is easy to keep within bounds. The true capon never crows. Along with this change in disposition there is a change in appearance. The comb and wattles cease growing, which causes the head to appear small. The hacker and saddle feathers develop beautifully. Indeed, these feathers and the undeveloped comb and wattles serve to identify the capon and In consequence should never be removed when the bird is dressed for the market. As a result of the more peaceful disposition, the capon continues to grow and his body develops more uniformly and to a somewhat greater sixe thaq. is the case with the cockerel of the same age. For a time the cockerel and the capon make about equal development, but in a short time the capon outstrips the cockerel In growth. As they do not fight nor worry one another, a large flock of capons may be kept together. Coupled with the better growth is the fact that the capon brings a better price per pound. Cockerels up to 5 months old usually bring from 12 to 18 cents a pound; if held longer than , this they are classed as old cocks and do not bring more than 6 to 12 cents a pound. There are two then, why it is better to caponize surplus cockerels than to raise them for market as such: (1) There is an increase In weight, and (2) the price per pound is materially increased, Yet in many localities where especially fine poultry is raised, while capons usually sell for a somewhat better price the difference is not great. In fact, for the Boston market many capons are picked clean and sold as “South Shore roosters.” Hence it will be seen that the profit In capons must depend to a great extent upon local conditions. In selecting the breed best suited for caponizing, several factors must be taken Into consideration. ' Large capons bring the best prices. Consequently the breed should be large. It does not pay to caponize small fowls. Yellow legs and skin, as in other classes of poultry, are most popular. The Plymouth Rocks, Light Brahmas, Cochins, Indian Games, Langshans and Wyandottes are all recommended by different producers, as are also various crosses of these. The Brahmas and Cochins possess good size. By some the Brahmas are claimed to be difficult to operate upon; by others this is denied. The Plymouth Rocks and Wyandottes are somewhat smaller, but sell readily and possess the advantage of yellow skin and legs. The Langshan is large and Is easily operated upon. The Indian Game is probably the most useful as a cross upon some one of the

Method of Securing Fowl; Also Spreader in Place.

other breeds, thereby improving the breast meat without materially reducing the size of the fowl. In Massachusetts the Brahma was formerly the most popular breed for this purpose, because of the demand for large birds for roasters. Later, crosses between the Light Brahma and the Barred or White Plymouth Rock became quite popular, while at present the pure Barred and White Plymouth Rocks are also considered suitable and are widely used.

Prevents Indigestion.

’ Charcoal is very effective in preventing indigestion, which is a common ailment among poultry of all kinds and of all ages, and as is very well known by all who are in the business, indigestion is one of the forerunners of poultry diseases.

he jisper unr mm i.timwi junwiwwitiaß. OFFICIAL DEMOCRATIC PAPER OF JASPER COUNTY. _ Entered u Second dnas Matter Jane I. 1R& at the poet office at Rensselaer, Indiana, under the Act of March 2. X*T*. ' Published 7 Wednesday and Saturday. Advertlsing rates made known on application. Long Distance Telephones Dffice 315. - Residence 311. WEDNESDAY, NOV. 15, 1911.

fiftfoiicMEk. [Under this head notices w_il be published for 1-cent-a-word for the first insertion. K-cent per word for ««-*■ additional insertion. To save book-keep-ing cash should be sent with notice. Ne notice accepted for leas **”" 25 cents, but short notices coming within the above rate will be published two or more times, as the case may be for 25 cents. Where replies are aetat in The Democrat s care, postage will be charged for forwarding such replies to the advertiser.] Stove For Sale—Hard coal base burner. Radiant Gem, been used cnJy eight months. All in good condition.—GEOßGE TULUS, phone 511-D. Corn Huskers Wanted—Men that have teams and wagons wanted to husk corn; will pay good price to the right parties and they can find place to board. Will commence at once. Write or call and see me— JOHN O’CONNOR, Knlman, Ind. For Sale or Trade-—1 white and brio die bull terrier, good watfch dog.—BOX 582, Rensselaer. nl9 Chauffeur—Wishes position, can operate and repair gasoline car. Sober and reliable. References furnished. Address—DAVlD CONAWAY, Park Falls, Wis. Box 318. nl2 Wanted—-Good men to sell the Rawleigh Remedies in Indiana territory. Some good first-class territory available. See or write me at once.—O. N. HILE, The Rawleigh Man, Rensselaer, Ind. f 4 Cabbage For Sale—2 miles west of Demotte, 2*4 miles north of the Holland church. —~ C. GREVENSTCK, Thayer, Ind. n 26 For Sale—Three room cottage and two lots, one a corner lot. located one block south of cement tile factory, bearing fruit Wit! sell or trade on 4® acre tract of land and pay difference. —MART AX COOPER. Rensselaer, Ina.

Second Hand Stoves, fnrnitnre and general house furnishings at almost at your own price, at VANCE COLLINS’ second-hand store, west side court house square. nl6 For Sale—Two short horn bull calves, seven months old, dark red, good boned, fine growthy fellows, extra large for their age.—D. A. BICKEL, Remington, Ind. nl6 For Sale—The Remington Honse, Remington, Ind. All furnished, electric lights, bath, hot and cold water. Will exchange for small farm or other property, a good business, or will rent to good party. Address REMINGTON HOUSE, Remington, Ind. ts Wanted Salesmen—We want a good live representative in every county in the United States. To this man we will guarantee an Income no less than $150.00 per month and expenses.—HUßEßT MNFG. CO., 400 Montieello Ave., Chicago, Dl.

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