The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 27, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 3 November 1910 — Page 2

Syracuse Journal SYRACUSE, - • IND MARRIED MEN MOST PLEASING 'Bachelors, In Comparison, Are Dei ciared to Be Chicks Not Yet Out of the Shell. The interesting and delightful men are all married. I found that out years ago, about the same time I discovered that none of the eligible men of my acquaintance would ever do as ’ busbands. It has made me wonder if good busbands are born and not made, oi whether it is the refining Influence of the "other women” in their lives that has made them so adorable Very likely that is it—or else they had good mothers who began their education before they were born. Or is it —I shrink from saying—ls it that we women have become imbued with that same thirst for the unattainable that from time immemorial has been the undoing of men? Are the good old days when a husband and wife had no thought for anyone on earth but one another really gone, and is every one discontented and groaning under his matrimonial chains and tetters. Is the real reason why we attract ior are attracted by other women’s husbands that we are unattainable or forbidden? It cannot be true! There must be something less petty than the crying of the child for the moon behind it all. There are bachelors downtown, too, knany of them. But somehow, those Whom I meet seem • crude and unformed In comparison with the “other women’s husbands," immature and untactful. Back in my little country village I used to assist the Plymouth Rock hen with the hatching of her chicks, picking off the little bits of shell from the round balls of feathers and helping In my clumsy way that the chick might get its bearings. I am always wanting, figuratively, to poke off a bit of shell here and there from the bachelors of my acquaintance and watch them get their eyes open—the poor things are so blind where Women are concerned. —Phillipa Lyman in Smart Set. When Edwin Forrest Worked In Shop. It has been said that the King ot Prussia Inn was a landmark, and so if Was. Opposite to it was the first Monravlan church, another guide post in its time. From both of these structures strangers in the neighborhood were guided. We learn, for instance, that the shop In which Edwin Forest As a boy worked was next to the King of Prussia. The number, at that time, was 71, and the embryonic tragedian’s pmployers were Baker The Bakers were importers of German goods, and the elder member of the firm sadly shook his head at his young clerk, who was accustomed tc pass more time in the company of a play book than he was in his duties. It Is related that Mr. Baker, who is described as a very worthy and pious |nan, remarked one day to Forrest, in his own peculiar style and manner: “Edwin, my boy, this theoretical infatuation will be your ruin.” The worthy man, of course, intended his remarks to apply to his apprentice’s infatuation for theatricals. —Philadelphia Ledger, - * - Good Use for Castle. It is possible—for the question is being discussed —that the French state will buy Kerjean, the finest of Breton castles, lying on the road between Landivislau and Plouescat and in the neighborhood of Morlaix, to make use of it as a museum of the arts and industries of Brittany and planned on the same principle as the Maison d’Arlles. A museum worthy of Brittany does not exist and such a one phould be constituted before certain features characteristic of the country ate lost sight of in the modern leveling tide which is sweeping over it Kerjean is large enough to hold all these and combine with collections oi mere objects an "academy” of the literature, language, legends, folk lore and the history of the race. It is also a suitable locality for festivities, exhibitions, competitions and other ceremonies for the revival or preservation of the interesting traditions of Brittany. A Sneer. Judge Ben B. Lindsay, the father of children’s courts, said in an address in Denver, apropos of criminal coh porations: “Why, even the thieves in the prisons have their shot at these malefactors. A Denver man, visiting one of our jails, said to a prisoner: “’Well, my friend, what brought you to this?’ “ 'Poverty, boss,’ the prisoner answered with a sneer. sT didn’t have enough money to turn myself into a corporation and hire a corporation lawyer to learn me how to steal legally.’” - nvoices In the Night. Hank Stubbs —Handy Crockett says she is purty sure she heerd a wireless message goln* overhead last night Blge Miller—-Thet warn’t no wireless message: thet wuz a flock uv Boin’ south.—Boston Poet A Delicate Point shall we do with Senator ny he was always faithful to lall we mention the name cC

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C C ASIONALLY something happens, and it usually happens in some forsaken portion of our United States or territories thereof, where civilization is not and murder and sudden death are most plentiful. Accordingly when that something happens somebody in Washington says things

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ments of stress, the viewpoint of the army is charmingly crude. Follows then a hysterical splurge. Also, sometimes, a congressional investigation, or mayhap garlands and honors and whatnots. It depends upon the circumstances —that is, the political circumstances. To the men of the army the garlands and frills are accepted with childish delight. Somewhere in the bottom of his well-« drilled and cleanly heart, there is the coonsciousness of having done a big thing well, and being most intensely human, he gives ear to the praise of his fellow citizen. And then

again, garlands are few, while congressional committees are prolific. The army knows that it is impossible to explain to the gentleman from Long Island or Poughkeepsie, N. Y., that a little brown brother, hopping in and out of the brqgh, fanatically desirous of clawing up an American citizen with a poisoned "bolo, has little regard for the federal statutes at large. And, of course, neither has Sammy, Jr., the uncommercial gentleman who has enlisted for reasons best known to himself and whose duty it is to catch the aforesaid Moro, and generally clear the path for those that follow after. Private Sammy does his work and he does it according to circumstances, which are essentially nonpolitical. Therefore it happens on occasionos that the aforesaid Moro, is sent yelping into eternity and Sammy Jr. regards himself with a pleased grin. Also, circumstances force him to other untoward steps. Once there was a famous soldier, Mulvaney by

name, who took the town of Lungtungpen, **nakld as Vanus,” and who, prior thereto, helped the department of Information of the British empire, with the judicious administration of his cleaning rod. Which goes to show that between Private Sammy and Private Tommy there Is a healthy Anglo-Saxon understanding—particularly as regards the treatment of black and brown brothers. All this is merely preamble, but when the Moro has been carted away and the congressional coihmlttee has committed itself and the garlands are forgotten Private Sammy goes back to his own life, which to him is a highly Important affair. Somewhere, somehow, there remains in his brain an impression that he is allowed the pursuit of happiness—and he pursues it He s does it in his own way and in divers places. The turbulent tides of Juan de Fuca, which race by the gun-crested heights of Fort Worden, have heard his raucous chorus; the watermelon patches dotting the desolation of Fort Riley know his footprint On a Florida sandspit, In the snows of Alaska, In the heat of the Islands, he pursues it — and catches what little there is of it. The world which praises and abuses him knows him not nor his life. The point of view Is entirely different A ponderous civilian at the window of the paying teller of a local bank observed an officer in uniform standing behind - him. J “Well, I guess the country Is safe,” observed the rotund one, gazing superciliously at the uniform. “Thank you, sir,” said the officer, saluting. This officer was a boy lieutenant and his sar casm was natural. For within his short space of years he had played with the fangs of death and made snooks at the powers of darkness. A short time previously, at Luzon, he was ordered to find the bodies of two soldiers that had been murdered. The orders were to find the bodies, so of course they went and did. With seven* troopers and a surgeon he pursued his way 1 through jungle scrub and cholera Infested lands, 1 without food, drenched with rain, sleeping in ' swamps. They found them. One was tied alive ' over a red-ant hill, after being slashed with a bolo, and the other had been knifed and gagged with a portion of his owp flesh. Presumably the supercilious circumferential gentleman did not 1 know of such things and —this is what stings—--1 there seem to be so many citizens of the country whose ideas of the work of the army is equally ' limited. Unfortunately, the men who do big ’ things cannot talk about them. < It follows that what the man of the army has to undergo, so must the woman of the army. The outside world knows the army woman as she is ’ not It sees in her life a succession of society events and realizes not the horrible other side. * Here is an illustration: B Some years ago, in “the days of th® empire?J a little army woman went as_ajffide with her doc-

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lessly. Pools were under the house and. cholera was unusually on the rampage. The rain came down in such gusts that she had to fasten down ■ the windows, thereby making the house too dark for reading purposes. So the day long, while her doctor husband wandered about through mud and rain with chlorodyne in hand, she peered through the slats, gaztng at the bamboo palmtrees whipping to and fro before the fury of the storm. At the appointed time she prepared dinner. She produced her row of cans. In her girlhood days there was a household joke, “What we cannot eat we can.” Now as she gazed at the canned milk, the canned butter and the canned meats she wondered if she could eat all they can. Somehow or other the fleeting thought of the girlhood days made her choke. You see it was the rain and the storm and the centipedes and things which got on her nerves. T~

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The most highly regarded and widely grown annual In Canadian gardens of today, nd matter where in this flower-loving country the garden be, for whether it belong to cottager or man means, tolling clerk or park-owning munlcijfality, the sweet pea first came to us from the Sicilian nuns. , Franciscus Cupanl, a monk, who was also a botanist, sent the first seeds to England in the year 1699, consigned to an Enfield schoolmaster named Dr. Uvedale. The old Middlesex dominie was both a botanist and horticulturist, and he grew the first sweet peas ever seeii in England. Cupanl called the plant Lathynks djstoplatyphyllus hirsutls, mollis et odorus—an unwieldy name, out of all harmony with the winged grace of the sweet pea. Later Linnaeus dpt down the clumsy designation to its present form of Lathyrus odoratus. f Dr. Uvedale found the seeds produced a plant with purple flowers, and so here have the color of the original sweet pea. The stock was gradually multiplied, and about thirty years later one Robert Furber, 1 a Kensington gardener, was the first to offer seeds for sale. ' Progress in the production of new varieties was slow in those remote days, and it was not until the year 1793 (nearly a century later than Cupani’s consignment of seeds) that any new colors became known. In the year mentioned, however, a catalogue was issued, which described black, scarlet and white varieties. What became of the black and scarlet (sorts, if they ever existed in those true colors, 'is not known. The black must have been a deep purple. The blackest bloom is still the dark purple! Tom Bolton. In this connection, seeing that for years past hybridists have been trying to produce a pure yellow sweet Dea. it may be said that the

tor husband to Manila. They were ordered at once to a native village up the valley, where a company of Infantry had been stationed to guard the water supply for Manila. The natives, you see, had a habit of throwing the bodies of victims of cholera into the rivers and wells, thereby making life most unpleasant for those whites who had to drink. Such things are not mentioned in the society reports of the press. Os course the wife could have remained behind, but she did not. She was possessed with I the archaic belief comI mon to the army that

the place of the wife is by her husband. So with him she plunged through the jungle to the camp. She was the first white woman in the place and the only other one of her kind was 20 miles away. The situation was decidedly pleasant. The house was like an Inverted wastepaper basket, a three-roomed bamboo shack set up on bamboo poles. One room was dubbed the centipedorium because —well, because every time the bride went in it she found centipedes and other things. There were other advantages. There was no stove and the cooking had to be done over hot coals. Also the water had to be boiled and parboiled; not alone the water for drinking purposes, but also for washing.

“There was so much cholera,” she explained. The meals were served with wire nettings over the dishes and above and about them and around them was the one thought —cholera. There were other delights. The Meros were out. A sentry had been boloed. The roads were knee deep in mud and the rain poured down in torrents. There came a night when the very soul of her was tried to its uttermost. The rain had fallen cease-

Her husband came in for dinner and rushed away again. Whereupon little Mrs. Army Woman went to her trunk and for the first time unpacked all the finery of the days that had been. “I found a dress which I had worn at a dance at the Presidio the last time,’’ she said, “and I cried and I cried —” Before leaving, the husband had pushed a chest against the door, locking her in completely, this being deemed the safest plan. Therefore on leaving he had to crawl through the window, and as he hung on the window sill she bent forward and kissed him. Then she heard him drop with a splash into the disease infested pools below. Altogether it was as nice a spot for the pursuit of happiness as could be found. Then she went to the loneliness and the dark and the centipedes and cried. The wind whipped the banana palms against the house, the rain slashed down, she heard the lizards scudding around and a big one outside, in a mango tree, called “tuck-coo” so that she jumped up in fear and alarm waiting and wondering. All through the night she lived the horrors.

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The storm passed and there followed the silences, weird, uncanny, of dripping water, of moving things underfoot. Ultimately she heard the splashing of kindly American boots, and looking outside saw a wet specimen of Private Sammy, marching philosophically up and down on sentry go. She called to him, half hysterical, and he answered her with cheering words. Reassured, she waited for her husband’s appearance, wrapped in an army blanket, chilled to the heart. Later, when her husband and daylight had come, she learned that she had been sitting opposite a window with a lighted candle by her, offering a splendid mark for the prowling Filipino sharpshooters. This was an experience and one which the fat gentleman in the bank had never imagined. To the army this ignorance and narrowness is incomprehensible. The agony and bloody sweat of hiding death had gripped him so often that Private Sam cannot understand why the gentlemen who employ him for this class of work do not realize that there are particular horrors connected with it. Being of the army, he does not speak of them, but his gorge rises within him when fat gentlemen sneer at the uniform which he has made respected. But he remembers the pursuit of happiness pnd the day comes when he is ordered home. ‘Then it is that the army and its women, gathered /aft, watch the walls of Manila fade from their vision. The crowding thoughts chase each other across their brains, forming themselves into memories, horrible and happy, of cholera and poisoned bolo, of the perfume of the ihlang-ihlang and the love flourishing while the constabulary band ‘ played songs of home, around the the Luneta. — San Francisco Call. (

yellowest bloom at present known is the creamy Clara Curtis. A novelty In the form of a striped flower was offered in the year 1837 by Mr. James Carter, and in the year 1860 there appeared the first bloom of the choice picotee-edged varieties which are so popular today. The latter was raised by Major Trevor Clarke. It was a fine white flower with an edging of blue, and Major Clarke scored a double triumph, for his new flower was also the first sweet pea with blue coloring. The greatest revolution in the history of the sweet pea, however, was Inaugurated on July 25, 1901, when, at the National Sweet Pea society’s first exhibition, held in the old Royal Aquarium, London, Mr. Silas Cole, Earl Spencer’s gardener at Althorp park, displayed the famous Countess Spencer, a beautiful pink variety with a wavy instead of the conventional smooth standard. The liveliness of the new form won the hearts of all growers at once and during the last ten years so great has been the increase of wavy or frilled varieties after the Spencer type that the latter now rules the sweet pea world. Some hybridists are' engaged particularly at present in adding to the list of marbled varieties, of which the blue-veined Helen Pierce is so choice an example, and it is possible that much more effort may be expended in future in the attempt to produce flowers with a striking and delicate venation. Just a few figures in conclusion, showing not the least striking phase of the romance of the sweet pea. The Sicilian ponderously named plant has become about 500 different varieties grouped into 21 classes, according to color. Over the culture of these flowers a national society numbering 938 members and mebracing 101 affiliated societies watches.

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STYLES FOR MISSES MORE NEARLY RIGHT THING THAN THOSE FOR WOMEN. Look Actually Adorable In Baglike Skirts of Hour—Many Dressy Frocks Are In One-Piece Models. The fall clothes provided for misses strike the heart disgruntled with fashion’s follies as more nearly the right thing than those provided for woman. True, the small woman may find them to her taste, but the styles are created for the girl, and it is not entirely the traditions of girlhood that make them attractive. Perhaps it is the charm of the very short skirts and the slim figures—it may be that the young girl is more suited to the present frivolities than the woman who is supposed to have come to the age of reason. Everywhere one encounters the maidenly wisp of humanity looking actually adorable in the baglike skirts of the hour, with their restraining bands or skimpy cut, with the overskirt that looks as if it has a right to be, the short sleeve that seems legitimate and so on. In the field of practicalities a mannish little coat suit represents the proper caper for street wear, and in its most killing phases it looks as if it might be made out of three yards of stuff. A trim, dinky sort of little jacket, with coat sleeves fitting all but to the skin and a single-breasted front, is completed with a skirt without a gather and with only two seams—these at the sides. Mannish materials, too, are being used for It, and for all the apparent simplicity of such suits they require the touch of accomplished tailoring. Many dressy little frocks are in onepiece models, or they may be in two sections, with the upper part of the skirt simulating, with a yoke or trimming, some basque finish for the bodice. When the waist and skirt join’ perfectly it is impossible to see at first glance that these frocks are not in one. Then there is the straight overskirt still with us, and just now it is the merest cap, hugging the hips tightly and finished with the inevitj' able band the hobble introduced. Below the cap, fortunately for grace and locomotion, there may be a deep kilted flounce, which in fine materials flutters and waves gracefully with walking. But these are the pet extremes of the hour, and for those who want the sensible thing pray let me introduce a few pictures which show styles as pretty as they are reasonable. Though designed for misses, the models are appropriate for small women hnd the styles are all quite simple enough for home dressmaking. The combination of Russian coat and plaited' skirt, shown in the illustration, represents an ideal style for a young girl’s street wear for both autumn and winter, for by wearing k warm little vest under the coat the dress would be suitable for any but the most frigid days. As pictured, the suit is made of a mannish goods In brown and red, with a little handsome embroidery and some fancy buttons on the bodies. The skirt is in seven gores, but as these are plaited and stitched at the top the effect is stylishly narrow. This model will be found very good

for lightweight serge or cloth or somej novelty suiting or other, and instead of the embroidery used here a palm* leaf Persian silk could be bought for; the collar and cuffs and pipings of thel bodice. A good wool, with trimmings of black velvet, would be substantial, and if one wants the latest touch she must respect velvet now. IS SMART WALKING DRESS Designed for Plain Bronze Cloth, Though Other Material Might * Be Utilized. The smartness of this would show to perfection in plain bronze cloth. The coat fits tightly and has the long basque partly cut in with sides and taken nearly to hem of skirt at s i w V $ .mW ■ f Or i lit V back. It is edged with wide braid and narrow sewn inside in little loops, this also edges trimming on skirt which is formed by two large points arranged one over the other. The collar, cuffs, and front of coat are trimmed to match; fancy buttons form fastening. Hat of light straw lined with black and trimmed with silk bows. p “FAIR APRON” MAKES A HIT Designed by Clever Young Woman Who Found No Further Space for Table at Fair. “The “Fair Apron” it is called by the clever young woman who is its originator. There being no further space for , a table at the church .’air in which she was anxious to help, she conceived the idea of making a big, stout apron of flenim, with plenty of spacious pockets, and going around with it, selling small toys to the visitors at the ba, zaar. No sooner thought than done. The apron was made of dark green denimi reached to the knees, and was pn> vided across the base with three roomy pockets, made in the deep turn over of the hem by two straight lines of stitching. These divided the band into three divisions, which were trim med with a triple row of narrow whiti braid. Two smaller pockets werf made higher up. All of these pocketi were hastily ornamented by picture! of Teddy bears, etc., outlined in thlcl white floss. The apron was fastened around the waist by two stout cords, which helped support its weight So great was the success of this plan with the children who were toe small to get near the big tables thal the second day of the fair she was . obliged to hang a tray around hei neck to hold the further wares de manded of her! Hat Trimmings. Flowers are no more to be seen on the best Paris hats; feathers have entirely taken their place. Black and white ostrich plumes are first in favor, especially in the willow curl. Paradise aigrettes in the same shades are also popular with the Parisienne, though fortunately most oi our really well-dressed women refuse to wear feathers that are obtained at the cost of so much slaughter. Fancy Straw Baskets. Fancy straw baskets which so many of us accumulate can be put to a gracious use by filling with fresh fruit and sending it to an Invalid or to a friend starting upon a journey. The artistic effect is enhanced by adding gome ot the foliage.