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
“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”
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.
Story of a Girl and a
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
“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
“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
“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
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
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
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
“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
Presently he returned and took his
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
“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
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
The next day Aunt Agatha said to
“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
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
“Oh, nonsense, Jean! Stop worrying
and let me read -what Cissy says. You
can depend on Cissy to—to— Heavens,
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
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
“Mother.” cried Cicely, flying to her
parents, "I have brought him to see
“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
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
“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
“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
And Aunt Agatha looked very wise
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.
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
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
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
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
ate of It.
wealthy muir.if.a i.-a .1, u
killed recently by at. • ■ •■Paitk
ming her way-’ to the desert to seccxt
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