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Museum Exhibit Shows How Felt Hats Are Made
TLT ASH1NGTON.—All of us wear hats, and many of us what are known a*
hats, but how many know that they are made of fur or the differ
*ce between a soft felt and a stiff one? One of the latest exhibits in the;
division of textiles of the National mu*
seum shows clearly just how such hat»
are made—from the fur to the finished
product—and Includes many of th»
latest and most popular styles ready
to wear, as well as special shapes
manufactured for particular foreign
markets. The exhibit is accompanied
with photographs illustrating scenes
in the factory of one of the largest
and best-known American hat manu
facturers. These enable the observer
to connect the materials, apparatus
KTd finished products shown, into a tangible story. In the manufacture of
ms's of the most popular brands of American hats the fur of North American
Sheaver, South American nutria, Saxony hare, and English and Scotch coney
used. When the pelts of these animals are received at the factory they'
isxe- first washed with whale-oil soap, after which the long, coarse hairs are re*
taoved, since they would tend to make the felt too rough. The skins ara,
treated with nitrate of mercury, a process called ‘'carroting,” which
the fur its “felting properties.” making it knot together when hot
Water and pressure are applied. The skins are then brushed by a machine
Tarhich removes all the dust and other foreign substances. Having been
Crashed the skin next goes to a cutting machine, where revolving shears
scrip away the fur, cutting it so close that it appears to have been shaved
When the fur has been properly seasoned, it is mixed in certain propor
tions to produce the desired texture and color. A certain amount of fur is
tben weighed out, according to the weight of the hat to be made, and blown
Btj»n a copper cone perforated with many thousand tiny holes, so that it
tooks like a sieve. The cone is about three feet in height, and as wide at
4be base. An exhaust fan operates inside and below the cone. The air
passes through the openings, hoi the fine particles of fur stick and cover
fehe whole surface. The cone holding the film of fur is inclosed in a snugly
©fling jacket and lowered into a vat of boiling water. This develops the
tedting properties of the fur, the particles of which mat and lock together,
enabling the thin, delicate film of wet fur to be lifted from the cone. The
resulting cone of fur is a very delicate embryo hat, except as to size; in that
jpespect it might be the hat for a giant. A bundle of about twelve of these
large forms is rolled in a wet condition until the fibers knit together slightly,
feiYTng the hats hardness and strength. Then they are put into a sizzling
iwile, where thoy are shrunk in hot water, beaten, and manipulated until
fihey are between ten and fourteen inches in diameter. Each hat is then
stretched, pulled and blocked with the aid of hot water until it takes the
term of a regular hat with crown and brim.
The museum exhibit includes five cases, one containing the different
anew and prepared materials, one the hats in the process of manufacture, one
«ach the leather and silk trimmings, and the last containing many styles of
finished hats for our own and for export trade.
Amusing Incident at a White House Reception
'"■OHN OLIVER LA GORCE, one of the editors of the National Geographic
41 Magazine, is a most imposing-looking individual. At a recent White House
Reception he was one of a small party, including one Val Ridsdale, whose real
faasne is Percival, and two ladies. It
Was a crowded reception and John |
Oliver panted for space to spread him
Over on the right was the little
Stfne room with only a few persons in
: 3, and John Oliver, little dreaming that
It was a place to segregate a select fl|| I
Sew for special reasons, began moving
toward the door accompanied by one
the ladies. •
jt He was a grand sight!
At the door of the blue room an -
4&rmy officer in great coils of dress uniform placed his arm across the open
\Joor and asked with frigid air:
"Have you entree here?"
And then John Oliver La Gorce seemed to be translated to a great height,
jKiid looking down upon that young lieutenant he replied with scorn that
racked up that officer as a prairie Are licks up the dry grass in early autumn,
fee drew back a trifle, and, with the tone of voice one would expect a Roman
yamperor to use when an Appian way traffic cop stopped his chariot, said:
j "Certainly.”
i The army officer’s arm dropped as If a lightning bolt had withered it,
■filSd ho mumbled something. The La Gorce procession swept in.
And then came along Mr. Ridsdale, who saw his buddy John Oliver
ft»oming onward into the quiet of the blue room. He, too, approached the
‘S^fcBny ofllcer, who had recovered his stony countenance in time to ask agnfnt
"Have you entree here?"
Ridsdale paused a moment and then made a gesture toward John Oliver.
"I am one of his excellency’s suite,” he said.
, And again the lieutenant withered and the arm came down.
iMton Finds Washington Most Beautiful City
YOU know that I believe Washington is the most beautiful city in th®
t world," and a recent English visitor, evidently very much surprised at
" s.ving to make the admission, came to a dead stop at the intersection of
— Massachusetts avenue and Sixteenth
street. Behind him and in front of th®
five-mile stretch of linden trees lining |
this avenue made a seemingly endless!
pleached walk for a3 far as the eye;
could reach in both directions; that
White House completed the lovely
vista on the south, and at that twilight,
hour North Sixteenth street presented
Its best aspect of green and gracious*
“It is very extraordinary," mur
■ mured the Briton, as though loth to1
;|tancede this superiority in municipal beauty to an American city.
, not already so, Washington is rapidly becoming the fairest city in th®'
ETiti, and its well-laid design sets it easily In line for the premier position
will soon hold without question. The landscape gardening of a city has1
come to be regarded as one of the most potent factors in its beautifi
To the late George Hay Brown, for fifty years landscape gardener of
£ Washington, is largely due the splendid showing of trees which makes the
ty -without question the best shaded in the world.
After Mr. Brown’s death, five years ago, a civil service examination was
for the post of landscape architect. There were over seventy appli
raante examined. George Burnap, then professor of landscape design in Cor
x»ell university, w-on the position. He is an enthusiast in his profession and!
'.E-lk!. of the possibility of Washington’s becoming the city beautiful of the1
\ yPorld as a matter to be looked forward to with certainty.
’It is a more promising field for landscape architecture than any other
i JSfey," he said. “Thanks to its early designers, its skeleton lines are right.
‘Our main trouble Is lack of means. The lack of a practical realization
It those who govern expenditures that landscape gardening on a scale com
. teensurate with the growth and importance of the capital of tho United
i S&ates, requires adequate financial support is a serious handicap to those
' Wjio w ish Washington to make rapid advancement as a modern and model
■ city Wo axe, however, working slowly along the best lines In landscape
■y-hltecture and have accomplished some things that are gratifying.’’
PERSHING Was i-huixwii-J
Roosevelt Thought Enough of Work
In Philippines to Ignore Custom,
Brigadier General John J. Porxhing.
who is in active command i>f the Amer
ican forces now seeking the capture of
Paneho Villa, first gained fame in Him;
when his American troops and Filipi
no scouts drove the rebellious Moros
under Da to A mil from their last strong
hold in Bagsag mountains. Island of
Jolo. For this feat he was made a
brigadier general by President Roose
velt, who jumped him over the heads
of S02 ranking officers. There was
some protest at this appointment, but
Roosevelt thought Ills feat in the Phil
ippines was worthy of the rapid ad
His is the story of a keen faced,
blue eyed man of peace, who makes
soldiering his business. He likes peace
best of all. but when it comes to a
fight—well, look out for Pershing! He
believes in making peace quite to be
desired. Ask the Moros of Mindanao. I
in the Philippines, and they will (ell
you that Pershing is a mighty nice
man—when he isn't fighting.
General Pershing was born on Sept.
13. lSflO. and entered West Point from
Missouri in 1S82. graduating in 1880.
He lias always since served in the
cavalry. He did his bit of work in the
piping times of peace and fought gal
lantly in the Sioux rumpuses in 1890
and 1S91, against Geronimo and in the
Wounded Knee campaign. Ho took
part in the Santiago fight and then
went to the Philippines.
He fought his regulation share of
Philippine fights and onme out un
scathed. Then came the orders from
Washington to make the Moros peace
ful. And to Captain John J. Pershing.
Fifteenth cavalry, was assigned the
job of pacifying.
Hither and yon he went. Sometimes
he was holding out the olive branch
here, sometimes handing out three
pound shells there, with Krag bullets
on the side. Whenever he found a
friendly village Pershing was the
friendliest person in it.
The leading dattos were invited to
his tent. They had the seats of hon
or at the officers’ mess. They were
consulted on the way they weald like
to have things done. Whenever there
was an orderly, law abiding commu
nity it was allowed to administer its
own government unhampered by tbo
He was promptly put on the new
general staff of the army. When the
Japs and the Russians fell to fighting
Pershing was dispatched to Manchuria
as military observer with Kurokl's
forces. What he saw there lias been
of benefit to the American artny since.
And the mikado bestowed upon him
for his services the fourth class Order
of the Sacred Treasure. Next he was
made military attache at Tokyo.
But fighting and pacifying and ob
serving didn't make the gallant cav
alryman immune to Cupid’s darts He
soon succumbed to the charms of Miss
Helen Frances Warren, only daughter
of Senator Warren of Wyoming, chair
man of the committee on military af
Jackson Invaded Florida, Then Owned
by Spain, on Two Occasions.
In ordering United States troops into
Mexico to hunt down Villa’s bandit
army President Wilson acted on the
principle of international law sanction
ing punitive expeditions against fac
tions in a foreign state which cannot
be or are not prevented by the consti
tuted authorities of that state from
attacking its neighbors.
Authorities on international law and
practice pointed to many precedents
witnessing the general acceptance of
this principle. It was written into the
treaty of 1SOO between the United
States and Mexico, which now has
lapsed, in the form of a provision un
der which the military forces of either
country could pursue marauders across
the international line where “a hot
trail” existed. Even before this treaty
was negotiated, however, General Uaw
ton pursued a band of raiding Apaches
into Mexico.
Daniel Webster as secretary of state
accepted the ‘‘hot trail” principle in
negotiating with Canadian authorities
in 1842 during the Fenian troubles in
In two instances General Andrew
Jackson headed punitive expeditions
into Florida while that territory was
a Spanish possession. One was against
a filibustering faction based on Amelia
island and operating against the Unit
ed States. The other resulted in the
destruction of the town of St. Marc,
which had been the base of a Creek
Indian expedition against the United
States and involved the hanging by
United States troops of a British sub
ject who General Jackson charged
was employed by the Creeks as a spy.
The British government investigated
that incident, but never protested.
Officials recalled many other in
stances where the “hot trail” principle
had been invoked in some form by this
and other governments and declared
there could be no doubt of its applica
bility in the case of Villa.
Elephants Work In England.
Elephants have been put to work in
England. Horses are scarce, due to
the great demand for war horses, but
a Sheffield firm broke the horse famine
by hiring a retired elephant from a
circus, w’hich pulls as much as five
Bowser Goes
to War
But He Comes Back
Within Two Hours.
Copyright, 1910, by the McClure
Newspaper syndicate.
Bowser went over to the drug store
after dinner the other night and was
gone for an hour. When he returned
he said to Mrs. Bowser:
■‘There were three or four men in the
drug store, and we got to talking about
the war. I tell you the days for the
fighting hero have come back."
•'I have been thinking so for a year
past,” quietly replied Mrs. Bowser.
“What a chance it has given men to
make a great name for themselves for
‘‘And the histories will be full ot
their names for scores of years to
“Even the women have carried the
flag in some of the battles,” said Mrs.
“I have read so,” was the reply, “and
I honor them for it; but, of course, this
is no women's war. They must let
the husbands do the fighting.”
“But suppose the husbands don’t
want to do the fighting?”
“I can’t suppose anything of the
sort, Mrs. Bowser. Is there even a
man in this neutral country whose
blood does not run faster as he thinks
of bullet and shell and the shouts of
victory? Not one. lie knows there
“ON, men! to victory or death!”
are wounds and death on the battle
field, but there is also glory and fame.
By George, Mrs. Bowser, but what a
chance—what a chance!’’
“And you will take advantage of it?"
she asked.
“I? I take advantage of it? I have
longed to; but, you see, I can’t go.”
“But why?”
“Because we are in a neutral coun
try, and I can’t fight for either side.
Oh, if I only could!”
“But plenty of men have gone over
there from this country,” said Mrs.
Bowser. “All their armies welcome
Americans and give them due credit
for their bravery and fighting. It is
very easy for an American to get over
there if he wants to go.”
Mr. Bowser looked at her in a curious
sort of manner, and after a walk
across the room and back, he said:
“Mrs. Bowser, for the last sis
months I have wanted to go so bad
that I dreamed of it. No such chanc*
has ever occurred to me in all the year?
before. I have been on the point oi
speaking of it a hundred times, but
the fear that it might set you to wor
rying has kept me silent. We have
a sword hanging up in the library. II
may not be the sword of Bunker nib
—I think I bought it of a junkman fo;
$1—but the sight of it sends a thrilj
of glory through me and makes me
think of wielding it on the field o{
battle. With that sword in my hand
I could reap honors and have my nami
go down in history, but—but”—
“But you won’t wield it,” finished
Mrs. Bowser.
“But I ask, how can I?” demanded
the warrior.
“Almost as easily as you can walk
from here to the corner. You can
buckle on that sword or some other,
take passage on a steamer and in two
weeks be leading your men against the
foe and preparing your name for his
“By thunder! By thunder!” gasped
Mr. Bowser, with hands on his knees,
as he bent forward and looked into
her face. “Woman, do you mean to
tell me that you are willing I should
go and take part in the bloody fray?”
“I have been wondering for the last
six mouths why you didn’t go,” replied
Mrs. Bowser.
"Why I didn't? Why I didn’t? 1
have not gone because I realized that
my duty lay here at home. If the
thought had come to me that you
would be willing for me to go 1 should
have been off months ago. Do you
mean to tell me now that you are
“Why, I should be proud to know
that my husband was leading his mec
against the enemy in a storm of shot
and shell.”
Mr. Bowser waited in astonishment
for a full minute before he said:
“And I thought it would be right thfi
other way, Mrs. Bowser. I thought it
I even mentioned war nod its glory
you would faint away and fall on the
floor. I thought after you came to you
would cry and beg and plead for me
to remain at home and protect you."
“Protect me from what'/' was rathei
independently asked.
“From the thousand dangers which
lurk about ns day and night, although
we are not in the theater of war."
“I have never lost any sleep over it.’
Mr. Bowser was nonplused. Mrs.
Bowser seeiued perfectly willing that
he should go to war. lie had expect
ed different results when the eon ver
sa t ion began. He had no desire to go
to war. Even if called upon to defend
his own country he wouldn't have been
any too quick about it. He wanted to
stand well in Mrs. Bowser's estimation,
however, and he must resort to a blufT
He therefore gathered himself togeth
er and retorted by asking:
“Mrs. Bowser, I want you to answer
with truth and sincerity. Are you
willing for me to go to Europe and
take part in the great conflict which
is raging there? Now. don't try to
dodge a question.”
“I shall not try to dodge it, Mr. Bow
ser. If you want to be a hero and
have your name inscribed on the pages
of history it is my duty to kiss you
goodby and pray for your safe return
If you return with one arm or leg miss
ing I shall love you just as much as
now and shall honor and be proud of
Mr. Bowser got up and walked the
floor again, and Mrs. Bowser could
hear him whispering to himself ns he
walked. When he came back to his
chair again he said in very serious
“I am off. I shall go this very night
to catch a steamer which sails early
in the morning.”
“Is there any great hurry about it?"
was asked.
He entered the library, took down
the old junk sword and buckled it
around him and came out with the
bare blade in his hand. After giving
it five or six flourishes around his
head he shouted:
“On men! On to victory or death!”
“Which means you will go tonight?"
asked Mrs. Bowser.
“In five minutes, and I may never re
turn. If I do not you will remember
that my last thought was of you as a
cannon ball struck me full in the chest
and made a widow of you.”
“I know you will tight bravely. Mr
Bowser, and if you will wait a minute
I will find pencil and pad that you
may write to me how your brave men
followed and cheered you. 1 shall let
the papers over here know how glori
ously you died. If you get cold and
have a lame back try and get a inns
tard plaster to draw the pain out. Here
is a loving kiss for you."
Mr. Bowser didn’t wait for the loving
kiss, lie merely waved a farewell
with his hand and stalked out still
carrying the unsheathed sword in lib
good right hand. lie was oil for tht
war, blit he felt no glory in his heart
Instead of seeking to restrain him from
going Mrs. Bowser had promptly en
couraged it. He had tried to bluff her.,
but had failed. What course should lie
take now? He was walking along
the street trying to plan out something
and using the murderous sword as a
cane when a policeman stopped him
and asked:
“Is there a military parade anywhere
“Not that I know of,” was the reply.
“Then why are you all togged oul
with that old toad sticker?”
“I have started for the war.”
“The war in Europe?” was asked.
“Well, you had better go back home
again. They have got enough crazy
men over there. Where do you live?”
“Oh, back there a little ways,” was
the indifferent reply of the hero as he
clattered his sword against the trunk
of a shade tree.
“Then I'll see you to your gate. It
strikes me you are not quite right in
your head. It’s against the law, any
how, for a man to walk the streets
with a deadly weapon in his hand, and
I am responsible for the lives of the
people walking on the streets. Does
your wife kuow you are going to war?”
“Yes; she said that i could go if 1
wanted, to.
“But you didn't want to go?” laugh
ed the officer.
Mr. Bowser made no reply. The of
ficer had seen through his bluff as
clearly as Mrs. Bowser had done.
“Come on, old man, and don’t hack
any more shade trees.”
The officer took Mr. Bowser by the
arm and led him to his gate and open
ed it and whispered in his ear:
"I am a married man also and know
how the old thing works. Whenever
we have a row the old woman general
ly comes out first best. The way for
you to do is to sit on your steps for
about two hours, although the night is
rather chilly, and then go in and tell
her that the war has closed and that
there is no longer a chance for you to
make a hero of yourself. Better throw
that old sword at the first dog that
comes along. Ta-ta, old man.”
Mr. Bowser followed instructions, and
Mrs. Bowser replied:
“The war is over, is it? Well, I am
glad of it. But you can wait and gc
to the next one.”
When Equality Vanishes.
"Men are born equal.” so she said
When she the constitution read.
She met the hi.hi and humble bred
And sti:I maintained that view.
And an the years were told to scat
This sturdy maiden democrat
Still kept that thought beneath her hat
Which hat was pretty too.
But now (a matron) see her gaze
Upon her offspring as lie plays!
No other baby has such ways.
She will assert to you.
All men born equal? Oh, the mirth
As she surveys the wondrous worth
Of just the finest thing on earth!
Ail men born equal? Pooh!
—St. Louis Post-Dispatoh.
Neighbors In the Apartment House
Thought Owners V/e-o Hav
ing a Party.
Minneapolis.—Daylight burglars made
merry In the homo of Mrs. t.\ Aubrey,
on the second floor of 110.1 ICast I.ake
street, on their recent visit.
They played several records on the
phonograph. Two of the numbers
were dance selections, and the visitors
danced. They even moved heavy fur
niture around to make room for the
fox trotting.
Then they served lunch, cleaning up
most of the provisions in the larder.
The music, the dancing, the moving
of furniture and the rattle of plates
and silver were heard all through the
apartment building. Their boldness
apparently saved the burglars from
detection, for the neighbors thought
members of the Aubrey family were
home and were having a party and
gave the mutter no further attention
until Mrs. Aubrey returned at 0 p. m.
and found her flat ransacked.
Two gold watches, $4 in change and
some clothing were part of the loot
On the first floor of the building
were Mrs. Mary Gilbert and her daugh
ter Louise. Mrs. Gilbert is partially
deaf, but even she heard the noise
made by the robbers.
Makes Trip on Four Large Flat
Cars, and Freight Alone
Is $1,550.
New York.—A 105 foot flagpole for
Joseph T. Lilly’s estate at Northport.
N. Y., arrived at Hoboken. It came
from near Tacoma, Wash., on four
large fiat cars. The freight charge
was $1,550.
The pole, which is twenty-eight inch
er through at the base, is from an Ore
gon Ur tree which stood 300 feet high.
The wood is beautifully grained. On
one side there is not a single knot. It
will be set in a concrete base fifteen
feet underground and will be sur
mounted by a weather vane thirty feet
across. The flag will be 30 by 50 feet.
It will be the tallest flagpole along
the Atlantic coast. Mr. Lilly's estate is
200 feet above sea level, and the flag
will be visible for most of the length of
Long Island.
Hand Carved, With “Yorktown, ’76,”
Engraved on Bowl—Found In 1862.
Boise, Ida.—Isaiah Axe of this place
Is the owner of a relic of unusual in
It is a laurel wood pipe that Mr. Axe,
then a Union soldier serving in an In
diana regiment, picked up on tho
battlefield at Culpeper in 18G2. It is
hand carved, with a silver mounting.
Around the upper edge of the bowl is
engraved “Yorktown, ’70.” Below is
the American eagle, with the banner
on its breast, and under tbe curve of
the pipe a skull and crossboues.
Mr. Axe has had engraved “1S02” in
the banner to denote tbe year be found
it If the pipe was carved as denoted
by the original inscription it is 140
years old. ,
Women In Car Become Confused, and
Many Are Injured.
Portland, Ore.—Forty high school
girls, stenographers and other women
on their way to Portland were thrown
Into a panic when two mice invaded a
Sellwood street ear.
In the confusion two girls fainted,
several tried to leap from the car, and
a number sustained bruises and
bad scratches. After five minutes of
feminine screaming, mostly from safe
places on the tops of seats, two men
caught the mice and the car moved on.
The mice were discovered on the floor
of the car by a schoolgirl, who scream
ed and led the general scramble for
places on top of the seats, thus starting
the panic.
Then He Changes Clothing, Takee a
Meal and Departs.
St Louis.—“The loot consisted of a
bath, a meal and an outfit of clothing,”
according to the report made to the
police by I.ee Henderson, sexton of
Grace church.
Henderson lives in the basement of
the church. He complained that dur
ing his absence a thief stole into his
apartment and took a bath—took it
bodily—an outfit of clothing, compris
ing everything that a man wears, and
departed after cooking a meal in Hen
derson’s kitchen.
High School Boy Tossed Ketchup Bot
tle Containing Note Into River.
Winona, Minn. — Three years ago
William Wllki is of Winona, a high
Ichool hoy, tossed a ketchup bottle con
taining a note into the river while
camping at West Newton, north oi
here. The note read:
This was tossed overboard in the hope
that the finder might correspond.
Wilkins has just received a reply. It
was signed by Marguerite De Brazier
of West La Crosse, thirty miles

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