The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 26, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 26 October 1911 — Page 6

Syracuse Journal W. G. CONNOLLY, Publisher. SYRACUSE INDIANA

LOSE, THEIR PEARLS OFTEN American Woman Should Have Necklaces Restrung Frequently as Do Their French Sisters. The French visitor talked as if it -were a habit of American women to go about dropping pearl necklaces on every corner the way they do their hairpins, but a critic who implies that all Americaris, though careless, are beautiful enough and rich enough to wear pearl necklaces all the time may be forgiven much and will be listened to respectfully. “The reason why American women lose their pearl necklaces so much more frequently than the women of other countries,” the visitor explained, “is that they do not have the pearls restrung often enough. If they followed the custom of our country, which Is to have the jeweler come to the house and restring them there every two or three months, there would be no ‘extras’ out, with big headlines, of a $200,000 necklace lost by Mrs. Blank on her way to market, etc. The women of America wear their pearls, real or otherwise, morning, noon and night, so no wonder that the silken thread or whatever they are on wears out. Though the owner may occasionally think she will send to have It done over, the jewelers take so long to attend to what Is a very simple matter that she defers being without this pet ornament until snap goes the string without a sound, and the necklace slides off unnoticed. I “The reason our women prefer having this repair made at home is that their pearls are heirlooms and could not be replaced. In our shops are so many perfect imitation pearls that to change a few in the string would be ’ an easy matter, and one that an expert could scarcely detect. Os course, one doesn’t expect a reputable jeweler to do such a thing, but French women take no risks with their jewels. To an American tijne seems to count more than the safety of her gems.” For Your Boy. If you are at a loss what to give your boys as birthdays come around get for them a sectional bookcase and then encourage the ownership of good books. Nothing insures an interest like possession. Let each boy have his own section and give each a few books to form a nucleus. Os course, all boys cannot be interested in books, but the majority are, and frequent talks about favorite authors will stimulate a desire and make a library the one thing of which to be proud. Almost all of the very best books can be purchased at amazingly low prices and you will find that the gradual expense you may be put to will be fully compensated for by the fund of knowledge and good principles the little men of the house will gather from their shelves. desire to own good literature and leave the rest to the boys. Bridge With Odd Name. Among the many works carried out by the late Sir John Aird is the most oddly named bridge in the world. This is in Peru, on the railway from Lima to Oroya, spanning a deep and precipitous chasm over 600 feet wide and resing on three gigantic piers. Many of the men employed on the work were ex-sailors, whose training enabled them to work at dizzy heights. Although the work was necessarily of a most dangerous character, there were comparatively few accidents. But an epidemic of bubonic plague plague broke out. So the bridge was Glacially christened Puente de las Verrugas, or Bridge of Boils—a name which it still retains. Testing the Chronometer. Man standing in front of a jeweler’s store, holding his watch in his hand and, looking in at the chronometer in the window. To him comes along a man who slaps* hi. i on the shoulder and says: “Well, Bill, you seeing how near right your watch is?" to which Bill answers: “Seeing how near right my watch Is? Humph! What I’m doing is seeing how far oC the chronometer is." Implacable. “It’s remarkable that so many men should be in favor of woman sufrage.” “Not at all,” replied Mrs. BaringBanners. “I never yet saw a man who wouldn’t shirk a responsibility if there was any chance of turning it over to his wife.” Informed. Small Brother—-Are you going to marry Sister Ruth? Caller —Why— er—l really don’t know, you know! Small Brother —That’s what I thought. ' Well, you are! —Life. Somewhat Suggestive. A celebrated judge was down in Cork last month, holding assizes. On the first day, when the jury came in, the officer of the court said: . “ ‘Gentleman av the jury, ye’ll take your accustomed places, if ye plaze.” “And may I never laugh,” said the judge, ."if they didn’t all walk into the dock!” —London Globe. Safe. Stella —Can you keep a secret? Bella—Wild flying machines could* n’t drag it from me.

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ROBABLY very few of the younger generation who, as did their fa■ml thers and mothers before them, de- ■ jjy rive so much enjoyment from the mlschievious and mirthful Hallow- \ e’en season ever stop to consider in j their frolicking how much they are ■BktCk/ dependent upon the prbsaic pumpkln> th® principal ammunition for the fun ' makin K- Nature’s golden globe, so symbolic of all the glories of autumn, is not only the ammunition, but it is likewise the: emblem of the mysterious holiday at the end of October. Furthermore, the pumpkin, as it lies in the field or reposes in the market stalls, is so suggestive of a hundred pranks that it might almost be denominated the inspiration of much of the Hallowe’en revels. . SI t

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It is all very well to talk about the advantages of the modern quiet and decorous Hallowe’en in contrast to the rather more boisterous ones that were formerly the rule—and are yet in in some localities—but whatever the form of celebration it would assuredly lose all its zest for juvenile America without the grinning jack-o’-lanterns made possible by ye plump pumpkins. Moreover, without the vivid-hued orbs the Hallowe’en hostess would be at a loss for decorative effects at dinner and party. And finally, without the wealth of the pumpkin’s mellow interior we should one and all be deprived of that supreme delicacy—the pumpkin pie—which is our oounden right on Hallowe’en even if some crabbed old doctor does deny it to us all the rest of the year. No one, probably, has the imagination to predict how we could get along without the pumpkin at this prankish time, because not within the memory of the oldest inhabitant have we been without these harbingers of th# waning year. We can imagine Christmas without a tree illuminated by the tiny electric lamps or conceive a St. Valentine’s ( day without those convenient and economical post card valentines, because it was not so many years ago that we knew not these holiday adjuncts. But Hallowe’en without pumpkins! Why, it is too preposterous to give credence even for a moment. As well try to imagine a Christmas without mistletoe or mince pie; a Memorial day without flags; or a Fourth of July without fireworks, Yet for all that it is the pumpkin and its contents that gives “go” to the Hallowe’en celebration; this glory of the autumn corn field has never been accorded much formal notice by an unresponsive world. To be sure, some homely poet putting into verse the look of things in the period known as the afternoon of the year, does make some passing reference to the “frost on the pumpkin,” or something of that sort, but what kind of recognition is that for a vegetable the very sight of which is enough to make one’s mouth water. It ought to have a monument or be the subject of commendation by congress, says the enthusiast on Hallowe’en. Instead of such commendation (whisper the fact in shame) the United States government, which gets out countless books on all sorts of fruits and flowers and vegetables and bugs, has never devoted so much as a pamphlet to the rotund delicacy—hasn’t, indeed, deigned to notice his majesty of Hallowe’en except to give a few hints to housewives who may desire to can pumpkins, as though that were a fit fate for so useful a holiday adjunct. But for all that there is so little lore relative to the history and antecedents of the pumpkin—and perhaps this is, after all, in keeping with Hallowe’en stealth—it is known that the pumpkin is a distinctively American delicacy. The aborigines of North America planted it among their corn

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long before the first wjhite man set foot on the continent (if tradition is to be believed), and we have followed much the same custom to this day. Os course, .pumpkins are raised in other environment than in corn field, but no other surroundings seem so appropriate for the heralds of the fall festivals. Every true friend of the pumpkin is forced to admit that the name it bears is a plebian one for so royal a fruit. Its name has not only proven a disadvantage in some respects, but has resulted in the pumpkin being confused with certain other products of the' farm. As every person who goes in quest of a pumpkin for Hallowe’en plots can well attest, there is only one form of pumpkin that is worthy the name and occasion—that shapely orb joy, round as a ball and with its glossy surface tinted a more vivid orange than the orange fruit itself. And yet there are people who confuse the only and original simon-pure pumpkin with its numerous cousins, none of which have its traditions or claims to distinction. Just because the pumpkin belongs to the same family as the summer and crookneck squashes and the common, inedible gourds is no reason ythy anybody should confuse them as one and the same thing. Why, even the squashes that approach most nearly to the pumpkin in color lack its symmetry of form. The uses of the pumpkin are certainly as varied as of any fruit or vegetable, but whatever its mission it comes into its own along about Hallowe’en. For one thing, that is the height of the harvest season for the pumpkin, and the people who are canning the delicacy or stocking the cellar are busy now, as are likewise those housewives who are utilizing the fleshy layer, that is found just beneath the rind of the pumpkin, tor “stuffing” for the most famous of pies—the kind, you know, that the little boy objected to because they “mussed up his ears.” , And, finally, there

Blaine struck the fancy of the country by saying in an address at a college commencement that the nature of our civilization is fairly illustrated by the' fact that the wheels of the car that brought him to Wasnlngton and the napkin given him at the commencement luncheon weje made of the same material as that upor which be had written his speech. The wheels, the napkin and the stationery were all of paper. But since the time of Blaine

the use of paper has been carried far beyond the limits that excited his admiration. Who could then have foreseen, that the policeman’s club would be made of it? It is as hard to set the limits to the possibilities of paper as to those of rubber We have paper wheels and rubber tires. Already there is talk of paving streets with rubber surfaces and perhaps the foundation may be of papier-mache. We are soon to b* required to carry paper drinking cupt alqng with handkerchiefs as a part of th® necessary equipment of dress. By and by the whole dress may be pa-

is to be taken into account the demand for pumpkins for Hallowe’en itself, and it is no slight demand, either, for it amounts to a consumption of thousands upon thousands of pumpkins every October, even without counting those which are utilized in making pies for Thanksgiving feasts. The pre-eminent Hallowe’en use of the pumpkina is, of course, for jack-o’-lan-terns. You will agree that It would not be not merely superfluous, but little short of an insult, to insert any description of these nocturnal terrors for the timid. Pity

the boy who has not in the halcyon days of his youth openly or surreptiously carved the grinning teeth, staring eyes, strong nose and expansive ears that vested the placid pumpkin with a sudden ferocity worthy of the most desperate cause. Perhaps it were not well in all cases either to Inquire .too closely as to just how the pumpkin was acquired. But whatever be the means whereby it was apportioned to its present purpose, it is a safe guess that its selection represents much care and thought and time spent in canvassing the possibilities and qualifications of candidates. For be it known the sphere of vegetable gold that is to be toted around with a candle inside - to frighten maiden ladies and youngsters in the first or second reader and the hapless passer by, must come close to certain rigid standards of form and outline. And then, too* it is not advisable to have the “pumpkin head” too big, although that is a temptation, but when he is prone to pick a 40pound pumpkin, the far-sighted sculptor will recall that a 20-pounder may be much more handy

in the event that it Is necessary to beat any hasty retreats on the eventful night. The up-to-date Hallowe’en hostess depends more upon the pumpkin than she does upon ice creams, the popcorn, the fudge or any of the other necessities of the frolics at the end of Indian summer. A substitute might be found for any of the eatibles. but there is no substitute tor the pumpkin as a Hallowe'en decoration. Most of the pumpkins that thus go to add to the jollity of the occasion are the bona-fide products of the farm, but of late years make-believe pumpkins have made their appearance at many an entertainment. It is that they fill a special niche in the scheme of things rather than that they have been required by any shortage of the real pumpkin crop. The situation may be-, explained by an example. Your ingenious hostess employes the real pumpkins—halved or with an opening at the top. or slashed with the outlines of a Jack’s visage, as shades for the candles that are deemed to give sufficient illumination for such a spooky occasion, but she has miniature pumpkins fashioned from colored cardboard as place cards at the supper table, and the favors for the guests are candy boxes in the form of pumpkins filled with pumpkin-colored candy. It might be supposed that a jack-o’-lantern is a jack-o’-lantern, and that there is very little difference between the reincarnated pumpkins, but any student of this class of sculpture can assure you that there are wide differences that distinguish the different “schools.” The boys whose sole thought is of the impression to be made by the flaming countenance looking out from the pumpkin bestow all their thought upon the facial features that are to be thrown into relief by the candlelight from inside of ‘the pumpkin, whereas the hostess whose pumpkin sentries are posted in well-lighted rooms is wont to embellish a plain countenance with black or white eyebrows and mustaches and other supposedly life-like touches.

per. Fortunately, we can pay for all theso things with paper money. Dangerous. Mrs. Newbride —800, hoo! Henry threw a cake at me. One that I made myself, too! Mother—The monster! He might have killed you. A Poor Recommendation. “Well,” her friend said, “he seems to be able to make an honest living.” “Yes," she replied, “but, heavens, I who wants to marry a uar of that | kind

10)1 I I r MONOTONY OF HAM AND EGGS - Man, Who Wanted Change While Wife Was Away, Could Not Break Himself of Old Habit. A sad-eyed man with an Axminster countenance climbed! upon a stool in i quick-feed place the other day and grasped the table of contents. The klrl behind the counter put down a glass of water in front of him and waited for him to rajake up his mind what he wanted. il “Now that my wifas away for a day or two, 1 suppose I'll get a little Change,” he volunteered. “Out at our Souse it’s just ham apd eggs, ham and fggs, every day, eyery meal pretty dear. A man gets tick and tired of ?ne thing.” “I think a persoti does like a variety better,” said [the girl, smiling sweetly. “Yes,” he growled, as he began to run his eye up and down ths program. He didn’t seem to be able to sight anything that just struck him, and he pondered for some '(moments until he noticed that the girl was shifting 'rom one foot to another waiting for his order. “Oh, well,” he granted, taking another look, “gimmej some —some, aw, gimme some ham and eggs'.” “Ham and!” the (girl shouted back ts she turned arouad to grin to herself. Catching an Eavesdropper. In rural New England districts the telephone takes th,e place of tea in the city as a place where women gather and. retail gossip. “It’s a great blessing, ’specially it you’re on a party line." said our hostess. “And we’re sll on party lines' Wait—” She went to the 'instrument, called a number, and retiiarked. “That you, Bessie? What’s this I hear ’bout you’n Jim breaking it off?” We watched her (jsmile as she listened to the answer, i Then she said. "How’d I hear it? Why, Mrs. Asa Parker told me.” She held the receiver free of her ear and beckoned ijs close. We heard distinctly an indignant voice exclaim, ’Why. Sarah Bowers. I never said no such a thing!” “I thought I’d catch her.” said Mrs. Bowers, when the telephone conversation was closed. ‘‘AS 1 told you, the phone’s a great comfort to us all!” WISE KID. ‘ r ; — —kqq WMK - wjxd Mamma —Arendt you going to say your prayers? Willie—No’m; but I knew I’d be tired tonight, so I prayed twice last night. Mild Restriction. “Understand,” said the Rhode Island judge to the fair divorcee, “you can’t marry again in this state.” The lady smiled discreetly. All the spectators smiled discreetly. Even the judge hid his face behind 8 volume of reqent decisions. “Your honor,” said the lady. “Well?” ■ “If f stroll across the state line into Massachusetts l ean get back in time for tea. can’t 1?|” Whereupon the judge looked at his watch and promptly adjourned court. Consolation. Babel’s builders boasted. “We don’t care, it was a success!" they cried •Nobody put up* a taller skyscraper the next day ” Herewith they felt that modern architects couldn’t say as much.— Puck. * ■ Soon. City Editor—|t was a very fashionable divorce, eh? Society Editor— Very. The chief mstice presided and the decree yas ssued at high noon — Puck.

HE DECLINED AN INVITATION Jinks Got His Letters Mixed and Employer Receives Scrawl Ho Intended for a Friend. The following amusing incident showing the result cf absence of mind when writing letters is quoted by a Birmingham paper. The culprit, Jinks, received one day two letters by first post. One was from his friend. Jack Smith, asking him to play in a football match; the other was an invitation from his em . ployer, whose name was also Smith, to spend the day at his home. Now, Jinks had long admired from afar his employer’s only daughter, and this fhvitation Aas most acceptable to him. He promptly, eat down and wrote a brief note of acceptance on an elaborate sheet of note paper, while to his other friend he sent a scrawl across an odd half sheet. The next morning Jinks was surprised to see sack Smith burst into his room exclaiming. “Why, aren’t you ready?” “Ready? I wrote ydu I couldn’t play.” “Nonsense! You wrote me a cour ; teous note accepting my invitation. I took your excess politeness as a joke.” “Then the guv’nor got the scrawl intended for you!” Jinks gasped. “What did you say,- old man?” “Dear Smith: RatsL I’ve something better on!” Two of a Kind. “I find that my husband has been having the office boy call me up every day and mumble terms of endearment. That’s a nice way to fool his wife. He’s been going to the ball game.” “How is it that you didn’t catch on to the voice?” “Well. I’m busy at bridge every day, and I’ve been having the cook answer the telephone.” HIS GRIEF. ' wfi I Mrs. Benton Holme —Why, Tommy, 1 you’re a perfect little pig. Now, aren’t you sorry you ate so much roast beef? Tommy—Yes'mf cause I ain’t got; any room Wt for another plate bf ice cream. 1 Rectifying an Error. Uncle Joe Cannon, at a dinner In Washington, said of speakers' errors: “All speakers make queer errors now and then. - Usualiy, though, they correct them with address, “Once, in the Illinois legislature, there were two men. Montague Harri son and Harrison Montague. The first was very short, the second very tall; but the speaker, during a debate, once addressed the former as the latter. “He recovered himself, however, quickly. He said, with a chuckle: “ ‘lt is strange that 1 should take Harrison Montague for Montague Har rison—that 1 should make such a mistake as that—for there is as great difference between you two gentlemen, as there is between a horse chestnut and a chestnut horse.’ ” He Understood. When the ice man camp out of No. 37 he found a small boy sitting on one of his blocks of ice. “’Eere!” he roared. “Whot are yer a-sittin’ on that for? Git off of it!” The small boy raised countenance. “Was yer ever a boy?" he queried, faintly. “Os course 1 was!” fumed the man. “But—” “And did you never play truant?” cut in the youngster, “Os course 1 did!” snarled the ice man. “Now, then, you—” “An’ when you got home did yet father never take a stick an’—” A lump rose slowly in the ice man’s throat. “Sit where ye are. my little man!’* he gulped. “I understand!” Real Thing Wanted. “I want to talk to the office boy about that ball game yesterday,” declared the junior partner. “You read the accounts of the game?’ said the senior partner. “That was Jhe way the umpire saw it. I want to hear' about the game as it really happened.” Co-Operative Economy. The Wife-AAfter all, Adolphus, thli visit isn’t going to be so expensive With the half-dozen dresses I simply had to get, and your clothes cleaned and pressed, we’ll manage speldidly. —Pathfinder. The Spirit That Wins. Q ri gg S —j admire Parker immense ly. He has a hard time making bo#6 ends meet, but he’s game from the woVd "Go.” Briggs—Game! Why, Packer looks upon the struggle with the *olf a* a mere sporting event