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— ll ■<■■■■■ ■ WWlflgMMßttPHWgJllJJ^Jiga Women of Nation Are Doing Their Full Duty ASHINGTON. The first flush of war enthusiasm has passed. The nation has settled down to war business. Not to be counted any small factor in the war business are the women. In the first place, of the 75,000 and more clerks in the government department. In Washington at least 60 per cent are , women. Women are filling the chinks j 1 Jt*. M c rO in the departments left vacant by the £±r *mXS departure of men to war. m *' h ™ In the great war machinery worn- cn are more than half. True it is . . ’*-*}• that in most instances they are but cogs in the great machines, but, Jp J \ nevertheless, they are important cogs, | , and the machine would not operate 1 IEa HI without them. Then there are the - j thousands and thousands of women throughout the nation who are engaged in war work. The food administra tion, one of the most important of the great war engines of America, admits openly that it may as well close Its doors if the women of America will not work with it. But the women of America are working with it, as the cam paign pledges for food conservation continue to pour in. Another great organization which depends almost entirely upon women for its life is the Red Cross. It is a fact that the Red Cross leaders are men, hut the mass of Red Cross workers are women. You can readily realize this if you visit Red Cross headquarters here and watch the mail that goes out, the first address line generally begins with a “Mrs.” or a “Miss.” Way back in April a Washington official attempted to look into the fu ture. He spoke of the war and said: “The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world, and the war will not be won without the backing of American womanhood.” His remark went wild then, perhaps, for America was too new in the war game to realize that it was serious business. Now the time has come when woman is an important part in the war and the im portance of womanhood will increase. Leaders of Women’s Suffragists at the Capital THE most curious women In Washington are the suffragists of the women’s party. Leader of the party Is Miss Alice Paul. Miss Paul is not a hand some woman. Her features are not clear cut or even and her complexion fs anything but attractive. But she has and ■ lIJ (| s' \ wide-open, deep eyes, and back of them Iy§ Hl f I’M t<ERE-F-f\ a personality*. There is something of ; fOR TH £ cause magnetism about her, and she is a VlSOffi WOMEN ~~J leader, undeniably. J m sg Second in command of the suffrage II sXF* host is Miss Lucy Burns, a big, brawny woman, militant in her every 1? “ move. Miss Burns, despite her mili ai§Hl 2 //JIiYV tant bearing and air, is soft-spoken and _ U|l ■* ” - ■-•. a woman of refined training. Totally different is Mrs. Abby Scott Baker. She is the mother of three sons, all of them in military service. Mrs. Baker has the grace of a true Southern lady. Her deep brown eyes speak only kindness. Her low, melodious voice brings back memories of a cradle son. One pictures her rather presiding at the family dinner table rather than on the picket line courting arrest. In and out of the woman’s party headquarters there is a steady stream of motley women. Little, thin, emaciated girls, with bobbed hair and run down heels. Little gray-haired women, little pudgy women of militancy, tall, dignified ladies and women of every sort. There is an air of freedom and camaraderie about the headquarters that Is homelike. They laugh at their jail experiences and then they make loud protest against the administration. The spirit of rebellion runs high. These are the women who declare they are fighting for the cause of women. They declare they are fighting the only way. Maybe they are. Maybe they are not. At any rate, every one of them is in earnest. How Officers Helped Augustus to “Do His Bit” ONE more cold-weather story. This is about something that wasn’t on the program when the Drama League Players gave Shaw’s “Augustus Does His Bit” at a local theater. The performer who was the Augustus of the evening gave such a finished perform ance of the role that many in the audience were heard to remark upon the completeness of his interpretation, p- -(ggjgpJJi RtCULATION Every detail of line and action • was brought out. A As to costume. Augustus was Eng- \ lish army regulation from head to foot. p, jF i Tj J Those English officers in the left- Sr A* l (l hand box were responsible for that. They demonstrated that night, un- VL known to the audience, the sportsman- like qualities for which the British are famous. It was shortly before the curtain went up on “Augustus Does His Bit ” which, by the way, received its American premier that night. The British officers had come behind the scenes, and stood talking to Augustus. “I wan t to apologize for not having your regulation coat,” said Augustus. “This was the best we could do.” “Take mine,” said one officer, and out of his coat he came at once. •Despite protests Augustus soon stood clothed in a real English army coat. There was just one fault remaining in his costume, and this was spotted at once by another of the Englishmen. “Your collar is white, and it ought fto be khaki,” said the officer. “Here, take mine.” “But I can’t take your collar." protested Augustus. “You must.” replied the Englishman. So Augustus did his bit. And All He Could Do Was Sit and Watch Friend Eat fl OB” ROBINSON, a resident of the Pacific coast, at large and nowhere in **ls particular is a visitor here for the purpose of working up interest in an Invention which he claims Is going to revolutionize things. He hasn't told ,n anybody what it is yet. It probably * has to do with eating, for he tells this ‘ *00! to Ts KST story to listeners. His venturesome : ?L - km .■ spirit once led him into the Klondike ‘j : . ; ~7-' rjiVN— country during the palmy days of its '/Ih I |o \ golden resources, where he proceeded to accumulate and lose a series of for- Vi*/ tunes without batting an eye. \ The time came when he got to the r ‘ end his financial rope. One day ’LJ j ie had but ten cents left, and after mature deliberation he concluded to invest in a stew in a cheap hashery that was the rendezvous of all the down and outs in the town at the time. “Just as-1 had finished ruy repast.” he said. “I ran into an old Klondike pard who had cleaned up a million by a lucky strike. We fell into each other's arras like long-lost brothers, and then he said to me: “Old scout, you’re the very man I’ve been looking for! I don’t know n ennl in this town, and I have got to mush back to Alaska on the next train, ® 0 ’ t busv an d take me to the swellest grub factory in these diggings and vv' ’ll have the best that money can buy!” “Well 1 steered him up against the most expensive cafe In the town and . nr > pr J thin cs that would place a feast for the gods in the piker class— and° there! sat chuck full of stew, and had to watch him!” NORTHERN WISCONSIN ADVERTISER, WABENO, WTS. The Pepper Bomb & By Alice Verona Anderson (Copyright, 1917, Western Newspaper Union.) “I’ll never marry you while you wear that preposterous beard and great shock of uncut hair!” Thus spoke Edith Harper, spinster of thirty, but girlishly fair for all that. “And I won’t go back on my word for twenty wives!” retorted Joel Bry son, five years her senior, bachelor, but not too old to love, and Miss Har per was the idol of his dreams. “A foolish, silly boast! a wretched, braggart bet!” scolded the lady. “It shows how shallow you are, to have engaged in such nonsense. It evidences your obstinacy, making a walking sight of yourself, the laughing stock of the community.” “Don’t go too far, Edith, or you’ll reach the limit with my patience.” “That for your patience!” said Miss Harper, snapping her fingers derisive ly. “You have reached the limit with me already. Please refrain from speak ing to me again until you consent to act and look like a civilized human being.” “That’s enough,” observed Joel. “We’ll call quits right here and just now.” And thus they parted, and quiet, or derly, respectable Rossville took sides as to the merits of the particular phase of the case they championed. The feminine portion of the commu nity favored Miss Harper. As the months went on Joel certainly forfeit ed all claims to manly beauty. His hair grew long and straggly. His un cut, thick and bunchy beard suggested a Russian dragoman. For worlds he would not clip a straying wisp. He had made a pre-election vow to never “We’ll Call Quits.” touch beard or head with razor or scissors until his party, the Regulars, were victors in the local political con test. The Regulars were beaten two to one at the polls. Until the end of a year. Edith hoped that at the new election the favorite party of her lover might win the con test. and her erratic fiance be restored to normal. Alas the Regulars were beaten three to one this time. Then came the climax, and her toleration of a year terminated in the final ban ishment of Joel from her company and her thoughts. At least so Edith in formed her friends, but she did not as well tell them of sleepless nights and tearful days. “You are beginning to look like a wild man,” Joel’s best friend told him, but Joel simply held his lips firm, and a certain grimace of heroism came into his set, resolute face. ‘Til keep my pledge, if I never shave again!” he said obstinately. “Maybe the Regulars may hit it next election. I’m going to continue to campaign for them. The war has come along, and I am injecting a patriotic phase into the local political struggle ahead of the other side, and it’s going to help us wonderfully.” To mitigate her longing for the spurned love of Joel. Miss Harper de voted herself assiduously to knitting for the boys at the front and aligned herself with all the patriotic move ments in which the feminine part of Rossville was interested. She saw Joel rarely, and then at a distance. She felt drawn closer to him, however, when she learned that he was devoting his time and money to encouraging en listment and to providing for those who rallied for the cause. The patri otic feature, too, brought Joel into the arena in anew way. and the women’s clubs were ardent in working,towards ar ovation for the Regulars at the next election. “I see your—that is. onr Mr. Bry son. is participating in the spirit of the times in a practical way.” a lady friend observed to Edith one day. “Indeed?” murmured Edith, and somewhat distantly. “Yes, he has turned the old barn on his place into a sort of laboratory, j and they say te is making some kind , I of special munitions for the govern | ment.” Gossip expatiated on this theme in j a decidedly animated way during the j next week. The old barn had been ; surrounded with a high barb-wire I fence. There were signs of “Danger!” “Keep Out!” and the like. Some ma chinery and ominous “Handle With Care” casks and boxes were admitted to the grewsome structure. A sallow faced, drean.y-eyed individual ab stractedly haunted the place, as if so engrossed in thought that he appeared utterly oblivious to extraneous ob jects. “Who’s your friend, Joel?” jocular ly questioned an acquaintance of Joel’s. “He’s an Inventor,” answered Joel, “and a good one.” “Inventing something for you?” “He is—for me arfd the government,” complacently advised Joel. “What may it be, now?” “A bomb.” “Shoo! —what kind of a bomb?” “Well, I don’t mind telling you. We call it the ‘Pepper Bomb.’ They’ve used all kinds of poison, shrapnel, fire bombs. The enemy’s latest is the mus tard bomb. We go them one better. It’s my contribution to the war de partment. That is, if we succeed in perfecting a device that will blind an approaching army, and make the sol diers sneeze their heads off. We pro pose to make the service a free gift of formula and material.” It was four months later that Joel dismissed his hired inventor, and strolled the streets of his native vil lage a proud and happy man. He might well be. for a little item in the local newspaper covering a dispatch from Washington recited the fact that “Joel Bryson of Rossville had contrib uted to the government a valuable shell which had stood all tests, and which entitled him to approbation of all pa triotic citizens.” “It’s a thousand dollars well spent.” declared Joel. “I’ve done my bit, and now I’m going to pitch in and hustle for the approaching election.” It was Saturday evening just pre vious to that interesting event, when Joel about dusk went out to the barn that had been transformed into a work shop. He carried a lantern, and his thought was to gather up what was left of the powder used in the manu facture of the pepper bombs and set it off with a great flare in the town square to attract the people to the meeting of the Regulars. Joel set the lantern down careless ly, never noting until too late that it had overturned. There was a blinding glare, a crash of breaking timbers, some flying object struck his head, and he knew no more. It was fortunate that three of his political adherents reached the house just as the explo sion occurred. Prostrate and senseless, Joel was the center of great shooting masses of flame. He was singed in face and hands, his clothing was on fire in a dozen places. They hurried him to the hospital, and there for a week he lay, mostly unconscious. Slowly, under more excellent care than he realized, Joel Bryson came back to sensibility and reason. He lis tened, awed, to the narrative of his peril and rescue. Then his hand hap pened to go up to his face. “Why,” he exclaimed with a great start, “my beard!” “Burned off in the explosion; hair, too.” “H’m! Well, I shall have to let it grow again.” “No you won’t,” grinned the attend ant. “Why not?” “The Regulars won the election.” “Glory!” fairly shouted Joel, weak as he was. “Better than that. John Wilson, the candidate for village president, in rec ognition of your services to the gov ernment and your latest misfortune, vacated the candidacy in your favor, and you were elected.” “I wonder,” said Joel, after deep thought, “what Edith will say now?” “You mean Miss Harper?” mur mured the clever attendant. “She has been here every day to see you. In fact, sir. she is now in the waiting room. Do you wish to see her, sir?” “Do—I —wish —to —see —her!” gasp ed Joel in a delicious state of long ing. “Oh, Edith!” She seemed to float into the room, an ethereal angel of mercy and com passion. She was kneeling by his side, crying with joy. “Edith, have you changed your mind?” he asked softly. “Oh, Joel,” she fluttered, “after all your suffering and your heroic service for the government. I’ll marry you if your hair came to your waist and your beard to your feet!” New Breaking Bridle. The claim made for anew breaking bridle is that it is so designed that it gives remarkable control over an un manageable horse, because pressure can be exerted on certain of the ani mal’s spinal-cord nerves. This sim ple head harness has a rope bit which will not injure the horse’s mouth, no matter how tender it may be. At each end is a large circular guard. A strap attached to the bit extends up the right side of the head and then just back of the ears, and terminates in a pulley on the left side. Fastened tc the end of the bit at the left side is a small rope which passes upward through the pulley and then back through a metal loop projecting from the end of the mouthpiece. An ex tension of this rope serves as the lead ing rein, the theory is that a pall on this rein causes the strap behind the ears to press down on a spot in thf spine which is said to be cc sensitiv* that the horse Is soon brought jat< subjection. meKims w - Ct'CERNING the reports that the Azores had been utilized by the United States as a na val base, a writer in the Chi cago Examiner says: “These islands lie in the Atlantic ocean, SOO miles off the coast of Portu gal. Situated well to the south of the main transatlantic ship routes to Eng land and France, they afford an ad mirable rendezvous for our patrolling fleets and a convenient port for as sembling military stores and troops. Such a base for ships to* prevent the wholesale destruction of navigation and for the protection of neutral as well as allied shipping should be as welcome to Portugal as to the other allied countries. “Powerful wireless stations on the islands keep in touch with shipping on the Atlantic and, located as they are so close to the trade routes be tween this country and southern Eu rope. it is quite probable that the is lands have been rendered safe from Ü boat attacks and that our allies are using them as a base of operations. “O Observador, Lisbon, has con stantly advocated the creation of na val police and protecting stations in the Atlantic, Pacific and Indian oceans. In urging this course of ac tion, in a recent issue, it states: ‘None would be more important in point of geographical position and natural re sources than a naval repairing, fur nishing and protecting station in the Aflores or Western islands and, if nec essary, for a relay point for American crossing the Atlantic. Some understanding already ought to have been had between Portugal, England and America.’ Harbor Facilities Not Very Good. “The Azores occupy an area of 922 square miles. The archipelago com prises nine islands, of which the chief are St. Michael, in the Southeastern group; Terciera, Graciosa, Saint George, Fayal and Pico, in the Central group. In 1911 the population of the islands was 242,613, mainly of Portu guese origin. “The islands at present do not af ford the best of harbor facilities. Those, however, that may be avail able have potential possibilities that should not greatly tax the ingenuity of our engineers. “One of the best harbors is at An gra. on the island of Terciera. How ever,-the islands afford other advan tages that would make them an excel lent base. The climate Is mild and snow seldom seen. The temperature is never higher than 86 degrees. An gra is the only city on Terciera, and has 12,000 population. It affords many diversions and its inhabitants of every class are notably deferential and hos pitable. Here there are three social clubs, an athletic club and a lawn ten nis association. “The deepest, and some claim the safest, anchorage is at Vellas, be tween Piso and St. George. It is known as St. George’s channel. The natives of St. George are chiefly occu pied in raising cattle and manufactur ing cheese for export. Pico and Fayal. “On Pico, across the channel, is the symmetrical, cone-shaped peak, rising to a height of 7,865 feet above sea level. The climate here is unrivaled. It is said to be one of the healthiest spots In the world, absolutely free from marshes or stagnant water. “Fayal is perhaps best known to American tourists. Here the first Azorean and fourth consulate of the United States was established in 1806. Here the first American resi dence was built by John B. Dabney, the first consul. Tie harbor at Horta, Fayal, is the most spacious in the Azores. By improving the breakwater here an excellent port would be af forded to vessels of our fleet. At Horta are anchored eleven submarine cables with a joint central station for the English, American and other com panies. “Asa relay point for troops the Azores would meet almost every re quirement. The climate is equable; access easy, abundant streams for water supply; fertile soil and within two days’ sailing of the continent. “That the Azoreans would give our troops and ships a cordial welome is unquestioned. Friendly relations be- ; tween Che United States and the Azoreans date back to the War of 1812 when the Armstrong was beached on the island. “During the Civil war the Tuscarora tnd Kearsarge were stationed there. 1 and when the latter went forth for the j naval duel that resulted in the sinking of the Alabama, the Confederate pri vateer. at Cherbourg, more than I(X> Azoreans were members of the crews of the two Union ships. Today there are many pensioners on the islands, veterans who served under Sherman, Grant, Sheridan and Howard. Beautiful Sea and Sky Effects. S. G. W. Benjamin says: “No part of the Atlantic is more prolific in the wonders of the sea than the Azores. The inexhaustible diversity of the cloud scenery of those islands I have never seen approached except at Ma deira, combining the effects of sea and land clouds. “At sea the impression of distance is conveyed as never on land, because no hills nor mountains intervene to interrupt the view of the most dis tant cloud strata, and no clouds are so full of suggestive form, of repre sentations of dreamland as those far off, low-lying, vapory forms, couchant along the dim ofling, picturing phan tom towers and oriental domes clus tered on the edges of precipices flanked by ice-clad peaks and over hung by groves of palms. Off IMco, one evening, I saw in the sky horse men chasing a stag and, as they faded away, a triumphal march of knights in gilded armor moved slowly and ma jestically westward. No effort of fancy was required to distinguish all these groups with perfect distinctness. “One of the finest effects at sea is mirage, which is confined to no one part of the ocean, although the condi tions that produce it do uot always seem thoroughly explained by saying that it is due to refraction. To see the shore raised above the water and hovering mysteriously in the air, re flected in another sea of its own, Is a sight that the most threadbare famili arity can never make less wonderful.” GREAT EAGLE OF STONEWORK Quartz Rock Bird, Work of Indians, Measures 120 Feet From Tip to Tip of Wings. Conflicting stories are told concern ing a large stohework eagle which Is situated on the broad top of a stony rain-gullied hill in middle Georgia. The one point that seems to be cer tain, observes a writer, Is that the In dians left the eagle as a legacy to the state. A hundred years from now it will probably be found lying on Its back, with outspread wings and tall, even as it lies today. For it is made of quartz rock so cunningly placed that it would require a pick in a strong man’s hands to displace any one of them. The rocks lap and over lap in such a manner as to represent feathers. No eement holds them in position, and the stones vary in size, weighing from half a pound to three or four pounds. The image rests on a very firm foundation, for the stone work extends several feet into the ground.. Once, perhaps twice, treasure-seek ing vandals dug into the breast of the eagle; hut the work must have proved too laborious, for the diggers gave up before they had reached the bottom layer of overlapping stones. Rough but fairly accurate measure ments of the bird show the length of the eagle from the middle of the tail to the head to be 102 feet, and from tip to tip of outspread wings 120 feet. The length of the beak is 10 feet, and the height of the body at the center of the breast is 10 feet. The eagle lies with its head to the west. Tradition does not give any satis factory explanation of the age or the meaning of the great stone mound. It may have had religious significance to the Red men who built it, and it may be the burial place of some great chief. It is a most mysterious and interesting prehistoric monument. -■ ■ .... Musical Beginnings. Mrs. Boynton caught a glimpse of her young son going to the library one afternoon concealing something behind him. Upon investigation, she discov ered he had anew porous piaster which he had found in the medicine closet. “Why, Edmund,” said the mother, “what in the world are you going to do with that plaster?” “I am going to see what tune it will play on the pianola, mother,” replied the boy.—Puck.