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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 8, 1913.
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3? MISS
LIZZIE O. THOMAS
Do you take the months, as they
come, and enjoy them? Each has more
chan one special attraction, or quality
to thoroughly enjoy. The busy man or
woman bound to in an office, store
or factory necessarily has less oppor
tunity to enjoy nature. I know where
of I speak, for that was my portion
for a score of years, yet through it all
I could lift my eyes to the stars or
see the blue sky in occasional patches
across the roofs or in the park. How 1
revelled in the ability to walk on the
long piazza at Jacksonville and note
the lights and shadows, the cloud ef
fects and the moonlight, none but one
long deprived of such visions of beauty
can imagine. This year has been one
filled with a different sort of work, and
heavy responsibilities, but the early
morning hours, the ability to open my
eyes at dawn and bid old Sol good
morning after watching his heralds
change his draperies from salmon to
rose or from gray to leaden tints, ha3
compensated for much.
Do you remember what Dickens say’s
of this month? For fear your memory
may prove treacherous I am going to
quote the passage. Put it in your
scrapbook .and enjoy it when you are
tempted to bewail the heat:
“There is no month in the whole
year when nature wears a more beau
tiful appearance than in the month of
August. Spring has many beauties.
May is a fresh and blooming month, but
the charms of this time of y’ear are
enhanced by their contrast with th
winter season.
“August has no such advantage. It
comes when we remember nothing but
clear skies, green fields, and sweet-
sinelling flowers—when the recollection
of snow, and ice and bleak winds
has faded from our minds as
completely as they have disappeared
from the earth—and yet what a pleas
ant time it is. Orchards and cornfields
ring with the pleasant hum of labor;
trees bend beneath the thick clusters o*
rich fruit which bow their branches to
the ground; and the corn, piled in grace
ful sheaves, or waving in every light
breath that sweeps above it, as if it
wooed the sickle, tinges the "landscape
wKh a golden hue. A mellow softness
appears to hang over the earth; the
influence of the season seems to extend
itself to the very wagon whose slow
motion across the well reaped field is
perceptible only to the eye, but strikes
with no harsh sound upon the ear.”
That is a typical English scene that
Dickens paints so vividly that any one
after reading it can close her eyes and
see the wagon piled high with grain, and
almost hear the hum of the bees as they
father their share of the good things.
Look about you and tell me if you can
not see as attractive a picture at y r our
very door, and if you cannot do so whose
fault is it? A plum tree, a peach tree, a
fig cutting planted in its season will give
pleasure, not only to the one planting,
but to friends and acquaintances. Many
a woman or girl will this year can fruit
that all the family will enjoy this winter.
Suppose one lives on a rented place, is
often suggested. There are people on
rented places who have raised their fam
ilies without moving. Suppose they had
never felt settled, what an uncomfortable
life they would have led, and some never
do, is suggested. Yes, some never im
prove the place Urey buy. I saw a $2,500
place sell for half that much because the
owner had let the water ruin the land and
had put up temporary buildings instead
of doifig a little at a time, but making
the improvements permanent. Today a
soft, mellow light hangs over Kirkwooa,
look where one may and laden peach
trees, grape vines and pear trees mingle
the odors of their ripening fruit with
those of roses, lilies and nasturtium. At
lanta has no suburb whose flowers rank
ahead of this one, fields of crocuses begin
the march of beauty, then in successsion
come lilac, carnations, roses and the pun
gent, variegated nasturtium.
Did I say more pleasant things of
July? That was a month to be lived
in happily, and in its steps follows Au
gust. Like a princess of Pomona she
is crowned with the things that will
make the table groan this winter. It
Is a busy time for the housewife. If
she be wise she w’ill follow the exam
ple of the Koreans, rise at earliest
lawn .and do many things that are a
loy to do in the early hours, but a
veariness of the flesh if left until the
middle of the day. Then when the
neat comes, don’t go on doing things,
^top and rest. I know that it is hard
to train children not to disturb their
parents during the rest hour, but it can
be done. There are children among my
acquaintances who know they must
amuse themselves quietly at that time.
I called at a friend’s house once and
as the maid ushered me into the sitting
room the little boy four years old said:
“I am reading this book because it’s
mother’s time to rest and I must not
’sturb her.”
Today’ he is a fine young man,
thoughtful of others and adores his
mother, whom he calls Baby. His hours
of patience when his mother was rest
ing have helped to make him what he
is, for his disposition was turbulent,
to say the least of it.
My sister’s children swing or play
with their dolls or playthings until the
mother and grandmother rest after din
ner. There is a certain element in our
makeup that makes or mars our future
unless it is exercised and trainined in
very earlyyouth. Some call it “orig
inal sin,” others will power, and some
“Old Ebo.” Call it what you please,
but don’t let it make a life of sorrow
for all about you.
Now, with a beautiful thought from
Carlisle, I wiir cloSe for this time:
’Blessed is he who hath found his
work; let *im ask no other blessedness.
He has a work,, a life purpose; he has
found it and will follow it.”
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
WHO ARE YOU?
Dear Miss Thomas: The old poem
“We are living, we are dwelling,
In a glorious time, '
Age on ages telling,
To he living is sublime,
never meant more than it does now. To be
living means more now than it meant when
the poet was on earth and more then than in
the previous years. The earth is more thickly
populated and each one rubs against the an
gles of more - people. We find our congenial
friends njpre apt to be occupied with more
interests, and we find that our examples, un
conscious as well as conscious, affect more
jieople than those of an earlier generation, for
the same reason.
There is ( an old saying that “A rolling stone
gathers no moss,” and we are apt to quote it
quite glibly; but there is the other side to
it—the moss covered stone is not always lo
cated in a pleasant place. I’ve seen the cool,
shady spring with the moss-covered stones,
and I’ve seen damp unwholesome places where
lime or whitewash would have destroyed a lot
of moss. There is a lot of truth in the ad
age so far as Its gathering no moss is con
cerned. but it may be a pleasure for its pol
ish, though I’ve known people to travel all
over the world and come home filled with con
ceit and vanity; no polish but a very decided
idea of their wisdom and superiority. The
heart must be right and the mind receptive
to really gain any benefit from travel. “Cour
tesy is the flower of good sense,” and good
sense is to all we do or say as salt is to our
rood. The lack of good sense spoils many a
hundred dollars’ worth of travel and fine op
portunity. “A little learning is a dangerous
tiling, unless well salted witn common (really
uncommon) sense. The man or woman, who
Miring this month attends summer school*
listens to lectures at Chautauquas or normals’.
SlJl her J et i; n . home th,rst >ns after more
n? , ’ h ” mbM OTer knowing so little,
“W ?F rant coneelt that will dis-
gofng to be’ ” ° r her - .7“?*-"® rou
MRS. FULLER.
Dear Miss Thomas: Some time ago one of
our Household wrote on girls and the paint on
their faces. That was a good letter and wish
some mother, auntie, or school teacher would
write a series. These latter days are a mys
tery to me. I saw in a recent paper that the
mothers of England are deeply concerned over
the apparent lack of morality that appears over
there. Cannot the same thing be said of Amer
ica, or can it? Sometimes we are prone to judge
the world by our small corner, again we thins
ours the worst place on earth. Either may, in
a measure, be Justifiable; but can’t we do some
thing to improve that corner? The leaven was
hidden in the meal and a pessimist would have
said what the use, that is a small amount of
leaven and won’t amount to a row of pins.
All that we do for the benefit of others ’ is
some use. Some word, like a seed, may settle
in a heart and briug forth fruit that will yield
an inflnence through eternity. The warped mind
of a little child may cause sorrow to a nation.
Especially Is this true in a country that sees
a chance for a place at the top for any boy or
girl, the poorest as well as the richest. It Is
not the station in life in which a child is born,
it is what sort of training and teaching that
child has. A clean, wholesome atmosphere In
the home means more than velvet carpets or
fine silver. • Truth, courtesy and love will help
the world more than a gold mine, and I wish
every mother could be made to see it. Sincerely,
DORCAS.
A SONG OF PRAISE.
Lord of Earth! Thy bounteous hand
Well this glorious frame hath planned;
Woods that wave, and hills that tower,
Ocean rolling in his power,
All that strikes the gaze unsought,
All that charms the lonely thought:
Friendship, gem transcending price;
Ix)ve ,a flower of paradise,
Yet, amid this scene so fair,
Should I cease thy smile to share,
What were all its joys to me!
Whom have I in Heaven but Thee?
—SIR ROBERT GRANT.
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THE EVENING STORY
(Copyright, 1913, by W. Werner.)
As the Rev. Priam Witt’s phaeton,
driven by that gentleman, a tall,
straight, gingerbread-colored individual
of forty, rolled past the parsonage of
the African Methodist Episcopal church
in Burkesville. Spradella, the parsonage
mistress, peeping from behind the sit
ting room window curtain at the white
willow plume beside^ her husband’s
derby, squatted back on the floor and
drenched the red ingrain carpet with
a torrent of tears.
“Oh, my Lawd!” she gurgled, rock
ing herself to and fro until the floor
shook under her massive weight,
“lemme keep him some way, Lawd!
You hain’t gimme no little uns, Lawd.
but I hain’t grievin’ fuh dat, gin 1
kin kep him! He’s husban’ an’ chillun
bofe to dis heah bustin’ heart! Show me
Her faith in the power of her costume
strong and uplifting.
de way—show me de way, Lawd!”
When Spradella had married Priam,
a dozen years before, he was struggling
to keep himself in school. It was the
money she had earned by every known
form of untutored, Africanic feminine
industry, and by other forms not gen
erally' considered feminine (the grub
bing of stumps, the spading of gar
dens, the shucking of corn) that had
enabled him to complete his college
course. Spradella was fat and comely
at the beginning of her wedded life,
and the width of her figure had grown
with the years, but since the pair had
been in Burkesville she had fattened
like the charges of Gurth.
In the third year of Priam’s pas
torate she was compelled to pass in
the church door sidewise and the bench
the other members prudently allowed
her to occupy alone creaked ominously.
Nor could she any longer make pastoral
calls with Priam. There was no room
for both of them in the phaeton. Indeed
she could not occupy it alone.
The epi’dermis that covered the
visible portions of the anatomy of Miss
Peachy /Melissa, the popular daughter
of Uncle Antietam Swan, was blacker
than anything outside of a tar fac
tory; it seemed incomprehensible that
anything so nearly resembling new pat
ent leather could be the outer casing
of a living creature.
But, notwithstanding this apparent
drawback to beauty, Peachy was hand
some and much given to lengthy white
plumes and white willow plumes’ ac
companiments, and it had been borne
upon the Rev. Mr. Prim that these
trappings looked exceedingly well
against the dark green background of
his phaeton cushions.
The certain amount of pastoral socia
bility with the femininity of his flock
necessary to the well being of the
church Spradella was willing to con
cede to Priam, but when he began to
ask the company of Miss Peachy on his
ministerial visits uneasiness took up
its abode in their massive bosom—un
easiness that on this February after
noon had become a wildly jealous fear.
After a half hour’s weeping, some
blind womanly instinct advised Spra
della that the way to retain her hus
band’s admiration and affection was to
outshine her rival in dress and appear
ance generally.
She wiped her eyes and waddled to
the mirror to make an inventory of her
charms.
“I’s got a better hide en that crow-
colored ’snowball.’ ” she congratulated
herself as she looked at her light yellow
skin. “My hide’ll take whitenin’! I’d
shoah answer to primpin’ better’n huh.
I is a little thick in de wais’ line, but
I’l jest cossack up a little moah, and
maybe git me a white dress. Den Miss
Peachy Swan, we’ll see whut we’ll see!”
Spradella’s uusal “church and social”
costume had been a black cashmere
with simple adornments of jet brooch
and hoop earrings, but for several days,
awaiting the completion of new finery,
she kept away from the church and her
world.
On the next Tuesday afternoon, when
Priam told her that he was going out
to call on old paralytic Jinsy Podge,
who lived in an alley back of the court
house, Spradella suggested that they
might both walk and visit the old ne-
gress.
“I isn’t got time to wait fuh you to
dress,” he evaded her; “besides it isn’t
dignified for me to walk.”
-Spradella was disappointed, but her
spirits presently rose again.
“Nemmine, nemmine,” she mur
mured to herself as she complacently
fastened the hooks of her new “white
dress.” a shining alpaca, “when you
sees de elegant figur yoah wife cuts on
de street dis day. Prime, you’ll wish
you’d a-went wid huh! Dat tar bucket
o’ a Peach Swan won’t be no wha’.”
From her dresser drawer* she took a
bottle of “flake white” and presently
her face was like the back of a sheep
for whiteness and her hands like two
wedding cakes.
“I’s fairuh’n most white folks,” she
congratulated herself; “blest ef I ain’t.”
With pride swelling her heart she
clothed her feet in a pair of immense
canvas pumps and fastened about her
waist a beaded girdle of blue velvet
that for size would have put to shame
the blanket under an elephant’s “how-
dah.” Then, setting on her bushed-out
hair a white chip hat with a long pale
blue willow plume, she set forth in the
trail of the phaeton, her faith in the
power of her costume strong and up
lifting.
A portion of the hill upon which
stood the courthouse had been regraded.
Spradella was panting when she reach
ed the top of the hill. She resolved to
take a “short cut” to Aunt Jinsey
Podge’s, and attempted to cross the sec
tion of loose regrade earth. It broke
through and she sank to her knees.
For many minutes, to the detriment
of her finery, she struggled to extri
cate herself. Seeing that her frantic
struggles were in vain, the tittering
crowd that had gathered sent a call
for the police.
In a few minutes two husky officers
responded.
"Quit dat warin’ pouhsef out a-pullin'
gin de clay, woman!” Mely Peters, a
shrill-voiced young negress cried. “De
p’lice is come.”
Attracted by the crowd and the ad
visors yfcUg.-f4.tial .cams TtLsrsfrQxrL the
Rev. Priam Witt and Miss Peachy Swan,
passing, hastily descended from the
phaeton.
By this time strong planks had been
brought, and amid much risibbility the
hapless Spradella’s rescue was being
slowly effected.
“Ef I wuz d emeft o’ dat woman,”
the Rev. Mr. Priam’s horrified ears
heard Mely Peters schrilly screeching,
“dis town wouldn’t hold me moh’n one
moah day afoah I’d be negotiatin’ wid
de sideshow men. Ef I wuz a hippopot-
amussy creetur like dat I'd quit try-
in’ to outshine young gals wid shapes,
and take my proper place in de show
ring. Dat’s whut!”
Spradella heard her, and the look
of humiliation on Priam’s face, as he
hurriedly took Miss Swan’s arm, and
hastened away, filled her with depair.
Her white shoes gone, her willow
plume sullied with mire, her skirts a
mass of mud, her girdle burst, sire
lumbered home, her tears making yel
low lanes down her too white cheeks.
That evening, when the pastor of
the African Methodist Episcopal
church came home in a state of con
suming wrath, he found a closed and
silent house. Pinned to his pillow was
a laboriously scrawled note. It said:
“Dear husband! I sees I can’t bo
purty no mo’, i tride dressin’ up, but
it dune no goode, I see You a Lookin’
at Me Stuck in de Mud and my ize
is opunt. ize gone off to Eze You
o’ de Matitificashun o’ seem’ Me enny
mo’ bout heer. Git old Forestry Mace
to cook fuh you and keep yosef on-
spotted fum de worl.’ i’s gona kep-a
mistuh casper rue, at de bank, deformt
o’ my muvements, so ef a time ever
cums when You Nede Me, tel Mistuh
Rue, an’ he’ll git wurd too Me. You
hart bruck
“SPRADELLY.”
Whether it was fate or answer to
prayer two weeks after Spradella dis
appeared from his sight the Rev.
Priam Witt, out driving with Mis&
Swan, met an automobile. He wanted
the road; so did the auto driver. That
evening, supposedly dying at the hos
pital, Priam savagely pushed the
weeping Miss Swan, who had been un
hurt in the wreck, off his neck, and
cried out for Spradella.
for Aug. 10—Ex. 12:1-42.
Golden Text: “The Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to
minister, and to give his life a ransom for many. ’—Matt. 20:28.
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On Board Steamer,
Girl
Is Bound Over
The first nine plagues had only the j the Lamb of God, who is our Passover,
effect on Pharoah of making his heart | sacrificed for us.
Have any of us any ground of hope?
Yes, thank God; and it is so simple that
its very simplicity has been a stumbling
block to some. It is by the blood alone.
Not by birth, not by breeding, not by
desire, not by works of righteousness,
but by the blood of Jesus Christ shed
for us.
Will you not by accepting the sacrifice
He made for you confess your sin and
inability to save yourself, acknowledge
your faith in God’s word, and show your
faith by your obedience to Him? Only
thus is salvation—for only this is God’s
.plan.
Six months have passed since then.
Propped in a cushioned chair, an
Priam savagely pushed her away.
incurable cripple, Priam sits under
the tent o€ Jingling Brothers, reads
his books, and smiles at an enormous
creature. “The Largest Living Col
ored Lady,” sitting in three chairs,
dressed in a spangled , net creation,
with no sleeves and very little upper
waist.
The “fat lady” is Spradella and she
is quite happy.* For sitting in the
three chairs a few hours each day
she draws a salary of $30 a week, and
she is able to “keep Priam!”
Chicago Police Women
Begin Patrol of Parks
(By Associated Press.)
CHICAGO, Aug. 7—Chicago’s ten police
women, clad in modest, blue, tailor
made suits and wearing silver stars and
hats with blue bands, went on duty to
day. Their work will be .mainly to look
out for women and children.
The details of their duties, apparel
and powers have been worked out by
a committee of women social workers
and the chief of police. The chief had
considered assigning the police women
to stations in the red light districts,
but it was decided they would be of
greater service in the public parks and
other places of recreation.
The police women will visit the pub
lic dance halls, excursion boats, beaches
and railroad stations and will try to
keep young folks off the streets late
at night. They will obtain information
rather than make arrests, although on
occasions they may be called upon to
arrest some one.
Whether the police women shall wear
brass buttons and carry revolvers and
clubs, will be decided after the civil
service examinations for the positions.
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SHOSHONE, Wyo., Aug. 7.—A cloud
burst early today about this city sent
a flood of water two feet deep through
the streets and did much damage to
property. Two houses were destroyed
by lightning but no loss of life oc
curred. >
Two railroad bridges were carried
away.
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more resistent to the will of God. His |
question as to who Jehovah is was ful
ly answered. He had been shown tnat
He is the God above all other gods, and
that all of nature responded to His
word of command. While those ten
months had wrought havoc in Egypt
yet Bharoan still refused to obey Je
hovah. He had come to the point of
bargaining with Him, of compromising
out not of yielding. Nothing was left
to Jehovah but to bring upon him a
judgment that would command his obe
dience. It was severe beyond anything
they had yet known. The first born
in whom th efamily strength rested and
in whom the family strength rested and
to be slain in a night.
THE PASCHAL LAMB.
While this judgment was the sever
est on Egypt, it was at the same time
the greatest evidence of God’s grace .to
His people Israel. They were fully
warned and instructed as to the course
to pursue. Each family was to take
a lamb, in its prime condition, one year
old, without a blemish—the best in the
flock. If the family was small, oth
ers might unite with them. The lamb’s
life was to be sacrificed to save theirs.
The flesh was to be roasted whole—a
whole offering; every member of the
family was to partake of it .and if any
remained it was to be burnt with fire
and not kept over. They were to eat
bitter herbs to remind them of the
bitterness of their bondage and the
bread was to be unleavened—they were
to be in readiness and not to have to
wait for the fermentation to take place.
The blood of the lamb was to be sprink
led on the door post, the top piece and
the two sidepieces. and by this they
were to be saved, for when the Lord
would pass through the land of Egypt
to slay their first born, He would pass
ov er every door on which there wajg the
blood. “When I see the blood I will pass
over you.”
On the blood alone, their salvation
depended. Neither birth, nor breeding,
nor desire,, nor effort would save them
but the blood. It required faith on
their part. They had to believe that the
firstborn would be slain as God said.
They had to believe that God would
pass over the threshold of every door
on which the blood had been sprinkled.
They had to recognize that it was by
shedding of blood that there was re
mission of their sins—the lamb’s life
instead of theirs. God’s plan of salva
tion for them was this—confession of
their sins, a recognition that without
shedding of blood there is no remis
sion of sin, faith in His word, and obe
dience to it, although it seems foolish
to the worldly-wise. What could have
bene more absurd from a worldly-wise
standpoint than killing a lamb and
sprinkling its blood on the front door
would save them a plague? Confession
of sin, faith in God’s word, obedience
to it—this was His plan for them.
THE LORD PASSES THROUGH AND
OVER.
In the appointed day every family
in Israel killed the lamb as directed
and gathered about the board to eat it.
The meal was over, the children got
sleepy and went to bed. The evenin
advanced, but nothing happened. Had
they been duped by Moses? The
older people retired and went to sleep.
At midnight there was a great cry
in Egypt. There was not a home in
which there was not one dead—from
the palace of Pharaoh to the hovel of
the convict; even the first born of all
the cattle were dead. But in the homes
of the Israelites on which the blood
had been sprinkled everything was as
quiet as could be. What was the rea
son? The Lord had passed through
Egypt, and had passed over the blood-
sprinkled thresholds,
and “over.” Read the passage again.
Notice the prepositions “through” I
Notice also that when the Lord passed I
through the land of Egypt it is not,
recorded that He passed by the blooa
sprinkled thresholds, but passed over i
them. Is there any significance in the
Holy Spirit’s .choice of the prepositions?
Yes, of the deepest significance. Had
He just passed by them it would have
been a preservation of their lives when
others were being destroyed, but what
He did was far more glorious. Jeho
vah passed over the threshold, came
into the home, and blessed it with His
presence—is it any wonder the destroy
er could not harm that home?
How marvelous was God’s grace to
the Israelites. They did not deserve
it; subsequent events showed them to
be a people just like ourselves, rebel
lious. ungrateful, ccomplaining, waver
ing, desirous of the baser things and
not craving the higher and better. But
God had given a promise to Abraham,
to Isaac and to Jacob, and He was
keeping His word.
What a terriffic judgment it was,
however, upon the unpenitent hearts of
Pharaoh and his people. They had re
fused every opportunity God had given
them before to do His will, and be
saved from destruction. When God can
not accomplish His plan by milder
measures because of a resistant heart,
He must resort to severer. Pharaoh, in
a way, forced this on God. But when
the blow fell, Pharaoh cried out with
a great cry, and all the people joined
him in it. They waked Moses up, if
he was asleep; they begged him to de
part. The people were behind Pharaoh
urging him on. They offered to give the
Israelites anything they had if they
would only get out of their land, for
they knew they would all lose their lives
if these people stayed long enough.
The order was given. The people ot
Isarel packed their things, tied their
food on their backs, took the dough un
leavened and marched out of Egypt. God
had delivered them with a great deliv
erance. and was realizing, as fast as
He could, the promises He had made
to their fathers more than a half cen
tury before.
OUR PASSOVER.
For 3,390 years the Jews have kept
this service. At the time appointed they
celebrate those days when God passed
over their thresholds and blessed them
with His presence, which is life. For
1.477 years they observed it looking for
ward to the Lamb of God who taketh
away the sin of the world. But when
He came, when Jesus, the Messiah, the
Incarnate Son of God, was pointed out ;
to them as the Lamb of God’s providing, |
they rejected Him, although He was
without blemish, although He was offer
ed up as a sacrifice for them and us.
He was placed on the cross at the hour
of the morning sacrifice, and gave up
His life at the hour of the evening sac
rifice.
Since then the service has been kept
by them, and in one part of it is ex
pressed their hope—“next year in Jeru
salem.” That hope will be realized some
time, but not until He who came as the
suffering Servant of Jehovah shall re
turn as the reigning King of kings. Him
whom they, once rejected will be accepted
by them and at His name every knee
shall bow.
“Until He came” we also celebrate the
feast. As oft as we eat the bread and
drink the cup we show forth, in remem
brance of Him, the sacrificial death of
Hero in Train Wreck to
3 Be Commended by U. S.
(By Associated Press.)
WASHINGTON, Aug. 7.—Because Ar
thur J. Hill, an oiler, snowed coolness
and self-sacrifice, outside the confines
where duty calls, he will receive a let
ter of commendation from Acting Sec
retary of the Navy Roosevelt. When two
trains of the Pacific electric railway tel
escoped at Los Angeles, Cal., June 13
last, Hill whose legs were pinioned
down by the wreckage, used his hands
in rendering valuable assistance to in
jured persons within his reach, and
spoke words of encouragement to fel
low-victims.
Unsolicited reports of Hill’s bravery
and unselfishness were received at the
navy department from the chiefs of the
Los Angeles police and fire departments.
The fire chief* said he needed men like
Hill, and wanted him as soon as his en
listment expired.
(By Associated Press.)
CHICAGO, Aug. 7.—“I did not know
I was committing mutiny on the high
seas when I refused to do another
girl’s work in addition to my own,” said
Lillian Clarkson when arraigned today
before United States Commissioner
Fcote, charged with a violation of the
federal laws. Several weeks ago 3fwa
Clarkson, a stenographer in Chicago,
obtained a position as a waitress on the
steamer North American, which plies
between this port and Lake Superior
points.
Captain A. E. Johnston testified that
on July 34 he was informed that Mias
Clarkson refused to do her work. When
he found her she was reading a novel.
He advised her that if she refused to
obey a command of the ship’s master
she would be punished for violating the
federal marine laws. When she heard
this she consented to obey orders, but
the captain said that after he left she
again refused to work. Margaret Leon,
the head waitress, testified that one of
the girls was sick and that the work
in the dining room was heavier than
usual on the day in question.
“The captain is responsible for the
safety of his passengers on a steam
ship, and the law says his command
must be obeyed,” said Commissioner
Foote as he held the girl to the fed
eral grand jury in bonds of $200.
Georgia Women Taken
For London Militants
Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
ROME, Ga., Aug. 7.—Letters from
Mrs. Charles Hight and Mrs. Mark
McDonald, prominent and wealthy
Rome women who are traveling abroad,
tell of exciting experiences in London.
The Rome ladies were mistaken for suf
fragettes by oficers at the Tower of
London and other historical points, ana
were refused admission to a number or
buildings because of that suspicion.
Miss Waddell, head of trie party,
after producing credentials, was finally
able to convince the Englishmen that
the party was composed of American
visitors, and they were allowed to con
tinue their sightseeing.
ALL ROME REJOICING; CAN
BUY CIGARS ON SUNDAY
ROME, Ga., Aug! 7.—The Sunday
“lid” was absent for the first time in
many months in Rome yesterday when
all of the drug stores operated their
soda founts. Blue Sunday laws have
been rigorously enforced for the past
three or four years, and for a time it
was impossible to buy a cigar or a mag
azine, but the tension has gradually
relaxed, and one bold pharmacist fin
ally began to operate his fourtt.
The innovation proved immensely
popular during the hot summer days, and
last Sunday all of the local druggists
followed the example of their pioneer
brother, with the result that the peo
ple on their way to and from church
services found it possible to indulge
their wicked propensities to the extent
of a cold drink or a cigar.
DIPLOMATS NOMINATED
BY PRESIDENT WILSON
(B> Associated Press.)
WASHINGTON, Aug. 7.—William J
Price, of Danville, Ky., has been select
ed by President Wilson for minister tc
Panama.
The name of Brand Whitlock, of To
ledo, Ohio, was brought forward prom
inently today as a likely appointee tc
an European post.
Major Edward J. Hale, of North Caro
lina, newly appointed ministe'r to Costs
Rica, said good-by to President Wilsor
and will leave Saturday for his post.
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JOURNAL PATTERNS
9166.
9156 A PRACTICAL APRON.
The buss' housewife, or the woman who
has litie duties to perform about the house,
•well knows the value of a protective work
aprou such as the one here shown. The
muking Is a very simple matter (as will be
seen at a glance), and may be easily and
readily accomplished. Generous i>ockets are
attached to the kirt and the sleeves are
full enough to accommodate the dress sleeve
worn underneath. Linen, gingham, and per
cale are all suitable for the making. The
pattern is cut in 3 sizes: Small, medium
and large. It requires 4y s yards of 36-inch
material for the midium size.
A pattern of this illustration mailed to
any address on receipt of 10c in silver or
sramps.
9172.
9172. A NEW AND STYLISH GOWN.
(Costume for Misses’ and Small Women,
Wifh Long Shoulder and With Front or
Back Closing.)
This pretty model has many good features
to recommend it. The waist will be found
comfortable and simple to make. The
shaped yoke facing and cuffs are decorative,
and the plaited effect on the skirt is most
graceful. The pattern suitable for all
dress fabrics, is cut in 3 sizes: 14, 15, 16,
17 and 18 years. It requires GV6 yards of
40-inch material for the 16-.vear size.
A pa'tern of this illustration mailed to
any address on receipt of 10c iu silver or
stamps.
9158. A PRAC1 JVENIENT GAR
MENT—-LADx. .NCESS SLIP.
This design is fit:-.! by bust darts, under
aim and shoulder seams and side bock
darts. It may be devi loped with a circu-;
lar or a straight gathered flounce, and
without sleeves or with short or long
sleeves. The pattern is cut in 6 sizes: 32,
34, 30, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust measure.
It requires 5% yards of 36-inch material
with 2% yards extra for a straight flounce,
or 2% yards extra for the circular flounce
for a 30-inch Rlze.
A pattern of this illustration mailed to
anj* address on receipt of 10c in silver or
stamps.
9144.
A PRACTICAL GARMENT—LADIES ONE-
PIECE APROxx WITH YOKE FACING,
POCKET AND SLEEVE TRIMMING.
Striped percale in blue and white with
trimming of blue is here shown. This model
is simply mad’ and will be found very serv
iceably and comfortable. Gingham, clurm-
hrey, alpaca, cambric or lawn may be used
for its development. It is cut In 3 sizes:
Small, medium and large. It requires 5
yards of 27-inch material for the nu’diuip
size.
A pattern of this illustration mailed to
any address on receipt of 10c in silver or
stamps.
9183.
9183. A GOOD SKIRT STYLE.
A LADY'S SIX-GORE SKIRT (IN HIGH
OR NOMAL WAIST LINE.)
This resign shows simple well-cut lines,
and is easy lo develop. Serge,. Panama,
Voile, marquisette, linen, gingham, galatea,
percale and other of this season’s dress ma
terials may be used. The pattern is cut in
5 sizes: 2 2,24, 26, 28 and 30 inches waist
measure. It requires 4*4 yards of 44-lnch
material for the 24,-inch size.
A pattern of this illustration mailed to
any address on receipt of 10c in sliver or
stamps.
9178
9178. A DAINTY GARMENT FOR THU.
HOTJR OF REST.
LADIES’ DRESSING OR HOUSE SACK.
White cotton crepe with bandings of blue
and white embroidery was used for this de
sign. The design is finished with a side
closing and deep shoulder plaits. The
sleeve is cut in one with the body jiortlons.
The fullness at the waistline may be held
in place by a belt or ribbon, if the shirring
is not desired. The patt’rn is cut In 6 sizes:
?2, 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust meas-
uhe. It requires 4% yards of 36-inch ma
terial for the 38-inch size.
A pattern of this Illustration mailed to
any address on receipt of 10c in silver or
stamps.