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Washington Monument a Motion Picture Screen
WASHINGTON.—The Washington monument now classifies as the motion picture screen in captivity. On It are being projected open-air movies that are free to the public and that are strictly official in character, being produced under the auspices of the bureau of commercial economics. The pictures were taken for the government in the various national parks with the idea of show ing the people of the country the beauty spots of America, and also for the purpose of doing a bit of real university extension work. The idea of the pictures is purely educational and the films shown are of a character that does not compete Picture exhibitors’ business. The officers rSeTthe^fh^beeJ offendCthe exh h°tUt ** ^ reaaon that *> not wish in any way to ^,rS;“?ny °f Wh0m have ]arSe ^vestments in apparatus, etc., at stake which might be jeopardized by the establishments of free motion picture shows in the public parks. . „ T?eiaCt «kat *he ^’ork that is beinS carried on by the bureau in the show ing of this film is of an educational character solely is being carefully emphasized. In addition to the reels of film showing the national parks there is also a reel showing the growth of golden rod from the seed to the flower. The series will be given during the summer not only in this city, hut in most of the large cities, and many of the smaller towns throughout the coun try. r or the purpose of earning on this work the bureau secured a big motor truck which is equipped with a projecting apparatus, screen and all the neces sary paraphernalia for showing pictures. Finley Is Greatest Camera Dodger in Congress DAVID EDWARD FINLEY, the representative of the Fifth South Carolina district, is the greatest camera dodger in the Sixty-fourth congress. He admits that he lives in “mortal dread” of having his picture taken either out of doors or within the confines of a photographer’s studio. , -~o His colleagues cannot understand just why Mr. Finley has such a dis- CQ like to having his picture taken, for L S—-s they point out that “he isn’t such a ^ bad-looking fellow,” hut they respect his wishes. Whenever a suspicious looking kodak fiend appears on the capitol grounds and they are in the company of the South Carolina rep resentative these colleagues of Mr. Finley form a hollow square and, with the bashful representative in the center, escort him to a place of safety. The other day, while Representative Barnhart of Indiana, chairman of the commit tee on printing, was struggling to have his revised printing bill adopted by the house, Representative Edwards of Georgia offered an amendment providing that a picture of each member of congress shall accompany each biographical sketch in the Congressional Directory. It was then that Representative Finley rose to his full height. “The motive, of the gentleman in offering his amendment is to have the Congressional Directory contain photographs so that a person looking at the photographs would be able to recognize a member of the house?” he asked. “Yes,” answered Mr. Edwards, “largely for the purpose of identification.” “Then,” drawled Mr. Finley, “the gentleman would discriminate against me. Eighteen or twenty years ago I thought I was good enough looking to have a photograph taken. Since then I have not had one taken and never expect to have another. I should have to stand on my photograph of twenty years ago.” “Well, I think the gentleman Is better looking now than he was twenty j years ago, and 1 am not saying that with any reflection on his appearance twenty years ago,” said Mr. Edwards as the house tittered. Nebraska Representative “Embalmed in Verse” RIVERS and harborg Injected themselves into the agricultural bill debate in the house when Congressman “Hampy” Moore of Pennsylvania undertook to have provision made for connecting good roads with railroad and waterway terminals. For several •weeks there had been a running fire between Moore, and some of the middle West representatives on the “pork-barrel” issue. Representative Sloan of Nebras ka, who suggested a line of thought about “appropriations for gargling the mouth of the Delaware,” was dis cussing the mud in the country roads. Moore inquired why appropriations to dig mud out of the rivers was not as essential as appropriating money to dig mud out of the roads. Sloan retorted that the trouble was the river* and harbors advocates wanted to put water in the rivers. Some further badinage led to Moore taking the floor for the purpose of “embalming his Nebraska friend in verse.” Here is the result: “When my colleague from Nebraska takes the center of the stage Everybody stops to lisen, from the speaker to the page; For they know ‘there's something doing’ and they want to see the fun. As my colleague from Nebraska puts the river on the run. “Oh, my colleague from Nebraska talks about the river ‘pork.’ You can see Iowa titter—consternation in New York! What a joke to spend our money on those sluggish little creeks, When the dear old cows in Kansas cannot sleep for cattle ticks! “Gargle rivers with our money! Make a roadway for a ship! When our hogs are down with asthma and our pullets have the pip! ‘Never,’ quoth Nebraska’s hero; ‘Never,’ echoes down tne line. ‘Never,’ while appropriations may be bad to help our swine.” Preparedness of Castle Clinton Powder House NEW YORK.—The powder magazine that served Castle Clinton during the War of 1812, according to a report of the ordnance expert of the metropol itan section, is in a condition of preparedness. Castle Clinton that was and the Aquarium that is are one and the same as to general structure, but the public !and spies are not supposed to know anything about the powder magazine. To get to the powder magazine you start at the lobster tank, move inorth by west to a point opposite a !chart. There open a door and turn sharp to the right. A narrow passage is here 6een. Follow this passage as lit curves like a letter U for a few feet ■ and the opening to the powder maga jzine is reached. The magazine is a vault arched overhead, and in its original condition was without a window. The walls of the magazine are 15 feet thick, being of stone part of the way and of brick above. Considered from the viewpoint of the present-day needs of the Aquarium, the magazine is actually cluttered with preparedness. The maga zine is used these days as a food station for the fishes. John Kelleher, the Aquarium chef, has a chopping block right where the passers used to stand, and he is busy all day chopping herrings into bits as big as a pea and shucking clams. The fish are fed every other day. Sixty pounds of chopped herring and 300 clams is one service for the boarders. Castle Clinton was built in 1812 for the defense of New York by Col. Jonathan Williams, who also built the fort on Governor’s island, which was named Castle William, the “s” being left off by mistake. The colonel was tho first superintendent of the West Point Military academy. Cicely’s Blunder Story of a Girl and a Chauffeur. By CLARISSA MACKIE Mrs. Delmnine smiled across the hearth at her husband. “I wish”— she began, and then stop ped short at the glance of ids twinkling eyes. “Go on, Jean! Of course your wish has something to do with Cicely What are you wishing for now, a titled foreigner to fall in love with our girl and carry her away to his feudal castle, where she will be miserable ever after?" “Of course not, Daniel. I was wish lng that if she must fall in love with some one it might bo one of the Blair boys. They are delightful.” “She has never met them.” “I know it, but in visiting Aunt Agatha she is sure to see a great deal of the Blairs. They are next door neighbors and very intimate with Aunt Agatha.” “I thought they were abroad now." “Mr. and Mrs. Blair and Betty are in Norway, but the boys are home. Peter is writing a book, ard Bobby is cramming for his final examinations." “Peter sounds the most eligible to me.” Mr. Delmnine dropped his news paper and grinned broadly. “Cicely doesn’t want a husband who is too lazy to graduate witli his class. Why. Bobby Blair couldn't earn his salt. I wouldn’t have him in my ofllcc, not even if he was Cicely’s husband! Don't worry about our girl, Jean, she shan't bo hurried, and I trust her to pick out the right kind of man to marry, Blair or no Blair, money or no money!” But Mrs. Delmnine shook her head. “I know Cicely,” she murmured pes statistically. “She will bo perfectly sweet about it, but site will fall in love with Aunt Agatha’s chauffeur!” “Fiddlesticks! The man may bo married. ITe may be as old as the hills. lie may bo anything but at tractive! If you have such forebod tags why let the child go at all?" “Aunt Agatha wants her,” was the conclusive argument. So when Daniel Delmnine took hi:, pretty daughter into his arms and bade her farewell he looked deep inte her gray eyes. “Dear,” he said, "don’t forget that you are a Delmnine and that we love you!” And Cicely gave him back hei straight, clear glance and smile; frankly. “Don’t worry about me Dads,” she said. As the train threaded the Long Is land countryside Cicely wondered r little at the gravity of her father’; face when he uttered that fnrewel warning. So far as she knew, sin had never caused her parents ai hour's anxiety unless it had beei when she had been secretly helpin the invalid wife of her music mast; and her mother had believed she ha discovered a ilirtation between the tw< Afterward, when the trutli was out Mrs. Delmnine had been only too eager to help little Ilerr Frickel and his sickly wife and send them to a more congenial climate. Cicely suddenly remembered the lit tie note her mother had tucked into her hand at parting. “Read this on the train, dear,” her mother had whispered. Cicely took the note from her pocket and read with amused eyes that grew misty with tears: “Dearest daughter,” wrote Mrs. Del maine, “don’t, don’t fall in love with Aunt Agatha's clia uffeur. Some of them nre very attractive, and you will break our hearts. Mother.” “The dear thing!" whispered Cicely as she tucked the note away. “As if a Delmaine could fall in love with a chauffeur!" A handsome limousine ear was drawn up at the platform of Rose wood, and tiie smart looking chauf feur came forward and touched a fin ger to bis cap. “For Oak wood, miss?” he asked. “Yes.” Cicely stepped into the car and handed the man her baggage checks. “Thomas will bring tlio trunks later,’ said the man as he placed her dressing hag beside lier and closed the door. Cicely saw him walk down the plat form, a Cue, manly figure in the pale buff livery of Aunt Agatha's servants lie was young, with dark, clearly cut features and a firm, resolute mouth. He handed the baggage checks to Thomas, who was a ruddy faced little Englishman, waiting beside a yellow trap. Presently he returned and took his seat. As they glided over the hard roads Cicely found herself watching that pro file through the window instead of re joicing in the charming panorama of rolling hills, dusky woods and spar kling blue sea. Now they were within the gates of Oakwood', and Cicely was looking for the first glimpse of Aunt Agatha’s alert little figure. Miss Agatha Delmaine was Cicely’s great aunt and had sport so many years abroad that now she had return d Cicely found to her sur prise that Aunt Ago!'" was air >«t a stranger and Oakwood an entirely new discovery. “My dear chill." murmured Aunt Agatha as s’: • ! Cicely into her Arms, and over ' o' shoulder she called sharply > t o- chauffeur, who was brimrir ' y s dressing bag: “Peter, how absurd of you! Give the’ bag to Arnold and come here.” To Cicely’s surprise the chauffeur merely touched his becoming cap and stalked into the house with the bag to! immediately return and run down the steps to his car. In a second he had cranked the machine and was gliding around the drive to the garage. ‘‘This Peter person must lie a privi leged character,” thought Cicely as she freshed her toilet for dinner, Thomas not having appeared with the<#unks. She had noted a rather amused twin kle in Aunt Agatha’s eyes even while she chided the chauffeur. “But auntie is not so lenient with the other serv ants. She was quite stern to Arnold when he was serving tea. Well, he is wonderfully good looking, and lie looks more like a man than many of the in dolent ninnies I have met in the last year. Mercy! What would father say?” she cried in dismay, and without an other glance at her rosy face she hur ried downstairs. The morning after Cicely's arrival her aunt took her to drive. The two women, sitting inside the limousine, were separated from the chauffeur, so they had very little to say to him, Aunt Agatha simply giving him in structions now and then with refer ence to the route to take. Neverthe less these instructions were not given in the manner one would transmit them to a servant. It was “Don't you think the road to Hilton would furnish good wheeling?” or “I think we might as well turn here,” or “Slower, please, Peter; I am not used to such rapid riding.” The next day Aunt Agatha said to Cicely: “I have matters on hand that will prevent my taking you out today, and I shall have to send you alone. Peter will drive you, and since the limousine is too large for one I have instructed him to take the runabout. Peter will show you all the notable points in the Vicinity, and you may talk with him freely. You will find him better edu cated than some society young men whose only accomplishment is danc ing.” When the runabout was at the door Aunt Agatha went with Cicely out on to the porch and said to the chauffeur: “Be careful in your driving, Peter. 1 wouldn't have anything happen to her for the world. Her father and mother, who adore her, have intrusted her to my care and expect me to send her back to them as I have received her.” “I’ll be careful,” was all the response the man made. Cicely got into the seat next the wheel, and Peter took the seat beside her. Then as they chug chugged away Cicely turned and wav ed her hand to her aunt, on whose face was a very comical expression. For awhile after starting Cicely said nothing to the chauffeur, and he, evi dently knowing his place, made no re mark. But, passing some institution comprising large buildings in spacious grounds, she asked him what it was. That gave him an opportunity, and he began to point out the different ob jects of interest along the road. It was not long before the conversa tion became animated. Peter proved an excellent conversationalist, and Cicely returned delighted with her ride. After that she took a drive every pleas ant day and usually with no other companion than the chauffeur. Three weeks later Mr. Blair sorted the mnU at the breakfast table and picked out a letter from Cicely. “I wonder when she is coming home,” said Mrs. Dclmaine. “Aunt Agatha writes that Peter Blair—he’s the writ er, you know—has been paying marked attention to Cissy, and yet the child hasn’t mentioned bis name. She seems to have spent most of her time motor ing around the country. 1 hope that Aunt Agatha has always accompanied her.” “Oh, nonsense, Jean! Stop worrying and let me read -what Cissy says. You can depend on Cissy to—to— Heavens, Jean!” He stared at her over the open sheet, and his face was very pale. “Daniel! What is it?” she gasped. lie dropped his eyes and read me chanically: Dear Father and Mother—I am encased to the best man in the world. You will say bo when you see him. He is Aunt Agatha's chauffeur now. Forgive me, dear ones, but I love him. CISSY. .several hours later Mr. Delmaine still ministered to his hysterical wife when Aunt Agatha and Cicely were ushered in. Behind them stalked a tall young man looking amazingly con tented. “Mother.” cried Cicely, flying to her parents, "I have brought him to see you!” “Take your chauffeur away!” shud dered Mrs. Delmaine, and Aunt Ag atha stared and then burst into a peal of merry laughter. “Fudge, Jean Delmaine!” she chided, drawing the bewildered young man to the front. "It is true that I’eter Blair acted as my chauffeur for a few weeks while my man took a vacation, but he is an excellent and careful driver and I am sure would make a good, kind husband for Cissy, here. Come, Peter Blair; come. Cicely, and receive your parents’ blessing!" And in the midst of all the laughter and tears and the happiness that fol lowed Mrs. Delmaine shuddered. “What Is it, mother, dear?” asked Cicely quickly. “I was thinking that—suppose he really had been a chauffeur. You might have fallen in love with him Just the same!” Cicely’s lovely eyes met her father's and then passed on to her lover and rested there. “There is nothing to worry about now, nr •:.her,’’ she s:b ! at last, “but even if Peter had bi n hodcarrier I couldn't help loving him. for you know Peter is Peter, no matter what his dis guise!” And Aunt Agatha looked very wise indeed. FOR IDLE HOURS. Between functions women need a pretty robe to loaf and rest in. Sim plicity of line and richness of material are the two essentials for a beautiful netrligee. The one illustrated is de veloped in pale blue meteor with flashes of satin interwoven. The drape is confined with a rosette of the fab ric. This model can lie reproduced in any preferred material. VENTILATED FOR SUMMER. Here we have a French model of a coat so jauntily put together that it ventilates ns it protects. The pointed ends repeated give a dashing effect equaled only l>y tlie knapsack pocket The underarm pieces are especially smart in line. A military finish is giv en by gun metal buttons. For sports and motoring this coat of dove gray worsted is especially chic. SUMMER FURS. Capes of ermine, mole, kolinsky, mink and, yes, tulle trimmed seal are the most distinctive of the fur fashions of the day and will maintain their supremacy throughout the summer and into the fall and winter season. It is remarkable bow cleverly the furriers have developed style ideas for these things. It is almost as though they had used the new styles in lawn, muslin and organdie neckwear and copied their shapes and designs in fur. combining several pelts very skillfully and not disdaining to use satin, taffetas, rib bons, tulle, ostrich feathers and even silk and bead embroideries to make these new sorts of shoulder coverings distinctive and original. SEE WORK jnrtidNB Suffrage, Red Cross r: d Settle ment Adherents Toil, She Says... DEBUTANTE UNDER ILLUSiOII. Miss Josephine Miller, Who, With %*>!*.. Harry Payne Whitney, Estahb.i’iiwc. Red Cross Service In France, F-wcse Women Nobler Than She ThanqfteV Sights Inspired Her. St. Louis.—There are scores of T.hrofp 1 ■ woman can do these days that sonad like poetry and work like prose. They.-V. New York settlement service that avenue bridge players love to thin.*, would be “perfectly fascinating;” tbereS Red Cross service that suggests ‘ r^aras of romance” for the debutante; there* the old reliable woman's suffrage, axwr. it, you know, is a “wonderful cause..-* But, lake it from a woman who Lau done all of these things, the fascia*. tion, the romance and the wonder haw their glamour when it comes rigSC down to the everyday hard work. Miss Josephine Miller, who reimened from the Ambulance Americaine is. Baris to represent the Arkansas Equate Suffrage league at the recent DenM* cratlc national convention, has forgo*, ten to look for romance—she's busy los ing women. Miss Miller spent a year in NewYaA social settlement work and found than the women of the east side were svsC. women, and she learned to love the«t, for their courage. Last September sXjk Photo by American Press Association, | MUS. HAliltY PAYNE WHITNEY. sailed with Mrs. Harry Payne Whit ney, daughter of Cornelius Vunilerbil^, to establish lied Cross service is France. She was impressed with ti» woman's side of war. When she re turned last month it was the woman.’® side of politics that caught her enthusi asm. And, though she is in her early twenties, she's the right hand bower of the woman's cause in Arkansas. ‘‘I always believed Joan of Arc was. a fnlry tale,” she said. “I always be lieved it was impossible for a woqok to Inspire men und to lead an army. But when I saw those women of France, working in the fields, running the trams, keeping the shops—when. I stood on the battlefield of the Mara* and saw them plowing and sowing seed among the graves of their husband® and sons I saw something finer In ws» men, something nobler than I hud. evs* dreamed of. They seemed to be sE daughters of Joan of Arc, who in their weeds of black were leading a greatest army to their faith and optimism.’ When Miss Miller, with Mrs. Whit ney, came to France they chose as. it* only available location for their ambu lance an old monastery of the elevecSSt. century. They put hot water and eiao tricity into the monastery with it® eleven foot walls; they transformed the old ruins into a modern hospital which relieved the suffering of ~<00 soS diers. They worked from sunup ts> sundown and forgot the romance as well as the horrors. With the Vanderbilt resources they hired servants from deserted hotels and gave service and conveniences tot the wounded which were not found* perhaps, elsewhere in France. They cared for the soldiers, made friend? with them and nursed them back bs health. Some of Miss Miller’s most in teresting reminiscences center about ther private soldiers who are willing to g5v~*i everything to their country. Many eft them write letters hack to the Ami® lance expressing their appreciation o£ the kindness of the American womisa. Miss Miller came back last fall, atsi’ she has been doing some live things ins the suffrage work, national as well ess local. LIGHTNING IGNITES GAS. Split In Natural Main From Storin'd!*!) Indiana Brought to Light by Prone. Anderson, Ind.—Lightning ;• i - a nat ural gas main In the country . ■ a- IVs dleton during a storm, it w tiimon ered during an iuvestigu • ,.v wfiry gas pressure w so low in •• simtou. Frank Ittimlor, superintend, n loouC 1 that a main h ’ : ■ feet and the gas ignited. A i'. me < feet high was burning. T: ■ i. ... been torn a way from the a pe. So rn persons id g there said tire ' poured ilura ■ s, aua: d ! v, --a „ IKisetl t! - e uy Un i in a short Girl ‘‘Bums’’ Way; K Ugu. I.os An: . ' 1. M Huber, sit; ate of It. wealthy muir.if.a i.-a .1, u killed recently by at. • ■ •■Paitk ming her way-’ to the desert to seccxt magazine data.