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THE KANSAS CITY SUN, SATURDAY, MARCH 23, 1918.
STORIES AMERI Not Strictly Ethical, Perhaps, but He Got Results n AMP WHEELER, MACON, OA. A company of negro soldiers, called to the f- National army from soiitli Georgia cotton fields, failed to grasp the tech nical military terms of the drillmaster after several days' discouraging work on tno parodo grounds, so Into tho breach sprang Sorgt. Thomas Wash ington Jefferson, nsplrant for an offi cer's commission. "Gimme yo eyes, gimme yo eyes. AH along de line dar, gimme yo eyes 1" His voice pierced the chill air with keen-cut vibrations. In a flash the 250 darkles were alive to what was expected of them. A smile swept up and down the lines, then quickly melted Into n look of stern Immobility. They had come to Immediate atten tion, rsone moved a muscle. Not nn eyelash twitched; not a foot shifted. They appeared like soldiers of long experience, accustomed to rigid discipline. "Now all nlong de lino dar, lift dem guns, lift dem guns," Sergt. T. W. J. threw his hand forward In another'convlnclng half semicircle and snapped his Angers again and again. Instantly every one of tho Georgia cotton field patriots shouldered arms and eagerly awaited the next command. They were an ambitious lot; they were anxious to do their best for Uncle Sam. "Now pint "eml Make ready 1 Let 'cm go J All along de line, dor, let 'em go I" The rifle butts were pressed against the shoulders, aim was taken and the triggers snapped. The darkles worked in perfect unison. "Drap dem guns, all along de line dar, drop dem guns 1" Then after "order arms" had been properly executed : "Now, shift dem feet, shuffle dem brogans, right 'bout facel" And followed: "Gimme yo eyes, gimme yo eyes I Salute with dem guns, all nlong de line dar, salute with dem guns 1" As Sergt. T. W. J. did the Ivory bend and snapped his fingers with more electrifying force and speed his charge presented arms. "Sergeant," said the drillmaster, congratulating Thomas Washington Jeffer son, "It looks mightily as If your chances of winning chevrons are good. Your methods are not according to the letter of the military decalog, but they cer tainly attain the same prescribed results." Mr. Blue Crane and the Indigestible Bed Spring SAN FRANCISCO. Mr. Fletcher, who slew his wife and fled to the wilder ness or somewhere, has come back, his penance apparently done. Such was tho rumor that has stirred Golden Gate park, and it was confirmed by Ser geant McGee of the park police. and snapping up every gopher or field being n twig again, he now abstains from meat eating, only fish, as he might in Lent or in Advent. "He came and settled In Slattery's pool, down by the rnce track ; stood on one leg, as in the, old days, but only dipping after fish and eels. "Lots of things that are neither fish nor eels get Into Slattery's pool. One of them was a bed spring. "Mr. Fletcher dipped his beak on the bed spring and gave it his usual one gulp. "Well, Mr. Fletcher Is only a blue crane, nnd bed springs are bed springs. "The bird may well .thank his stars this night that our friend Kavanaugh, here, was1 Just going by on his horse at the time. There was the crane fighting tho bed spring in tho middle of Sluttery's pool, and the bed spring half down tho crnne's neck fighting Mr. Fletcher nnd refusing to budge one way or tho other." His Conscientious Scruples Apparently Overcome CLEVELAND. It took A. E. Glblin, chief clerk of the district draft appeals board, about throe minutes to overcome the conscientious scruples of a selective objector. A man nboui twenty-seven, weighing upward of 200 pounds and standing almost six feet, told Mr. Glblin he didn't believe in fighting "It hurts my conscience," he ex plained. "You don't '"want to fight, eh?" Glblin asked. "Don't tell me It's your conscience. It's your nerve. Y ip're cowardly, that's all. "You know what tho Huns have done to the women of Belgium. You know what they'd do to your mother and sister If they got the opportunity. And still you don't want to fight. I'm ashamed of you!" By this time Giblln's visitor was all but frothing at the mouth. He had thrown his hat onto a chair and squared off for action. "Don't call me a coward," he yelled, making a lunge at Glblin. "You've gone too far now with your talk. I'll make you eat those words." Glblin was 3ccompllshlng his purpose, and knew It. "Just a minute," he said. "You suggested when you came in that Ger many nnd the allies ought to arbitrate their difficulties. Let's nrbltrate." "Arbitrate, 1" shouted the visitor. "I'll make you fight." Then Olblln laughed. "I know," he snV. "If I got you mad enough you'd want to fight. That's the spirit. When you get to France and the Germans get you mad, you'll ac count for n dozen of "em. Go on home now nnd get ready to Join the colors." And the conscientious objector of a few minutes before, now thoroughly angry, stamped out of Giblln's office. Uncle-Now Hopes Community Has Not "Caught On" 1 1 (i AMP PIKE, ARK. "What you don't know won't hurt you," Is a maxim which operates all right until the dori't-know person runs Into someone who does, know and then complications ensue. An officer of a line organization here service he has become an expert In semaplione signaling. On his first morning at home the officer was seated on the back porch when uncle came out, removed his coat and began his exercise arms up, arms put, arms across the chest, etc. The officer watched him In Increasing astonishment. "Walt a minute, uncle,'' he said; "you mustn't do that" "Why uot?" replied uncle. "I've been doing It every morning for the past 1(5 years." , "Then," said the horrified officer to his equally horrified relative, "every morning for the past .15 years you have been telling the entire neighborhood to go to ." "Mr. Fletcher," he continued, "Is the blue crane. Lord knows how many wives he had, whatever he swal lowed he bolted, and that's why he was called Fletcher. "Well, after murdering his last wife two years ago, he flew nway to escape punishment or his accusing conscience. He came back only re cently another Mr. Fletcher. Instead of standing on one leg In the buffalo paddock ns before, imitating a twig, mouse which came his way, and then recently went home on leave. Among the members of his household Is a dig nified, benignant old uncle, who Is universally honored and respected fpr his kindness and uprightness. Uncle, however, Is addicted to the fresh-air calisthenics habit. Every morning he goes out on the back porch and goes through a pre scribed routine- of arm movements. In civil life the nephew had never given uncle's habit much consideration, but since his admission Into tho military ITjrfAfT APPf Al I jOT Wh&tVitell Uomeri Will SUITS THAT LOOK LIKE SPRING. Here Is a group of suits for spring that even, the unpractlced eye at a glance will perceive to be quite un like the suits of yesterday. Their de signers have wandered into green fields, and .pastures new, gathering Ideas, and are displaying the results of their wanderings now In suits that have many interesting style features. They appear to have centered atten tion on coats nnd to have agreed that skirts shall be plain, hang straight, or show n little narrowing toward the bottom, and reach at least to the shoe top. In coats the most noticeable Inno vation Is the uneven line at the bottom of the coat skirt. There Is only nn occasional coat that is even nt the bot tom edge, but this variety is good style always. Another new feature In coats Is the fitted-ln lines at the back, which are achieved by new methods of cutting and shaping, that almost vie with semlfittcd models in point of num bers. There nre many coats that fall to close at the front, nnd some whose only closing point is at the waistline. These open models are worn with light waistcoats In some cases, or over blouses that are glimpsed to the waist. At the left of the picture a very graceful and clever coat has pointed fronts and Its skirt is set on to a TUNIC SKIRT OF double-breasted body ending In a belt across the front. There is a little ripple In the skirt of the coat, which elopes upward from the front and across the back. Some models of this kind are very short at the back. The collar and cuffs are of satin with white polka dots and the skirt narrows to ward the hem. At the right of the plcturo the suit of serge maintains more mannish lines, but reverses the order of things shown In the other suit. Its coat slopes down In a curved line across tho back, and Is ono of the longest models shown. It Is worn over n low-cut vest of white wash satin and baa a satin ovcrcollar. The edges are bound with narrow silk braid and strips of this braid, with two bone buttons finish the cuff. The skirt Is plain and hangs almost straight Little sketches clsewhero In the pic ture reveal the diversity of the new Dress -ofeac styles. Assortments nre so wide In suits that every woman may have the satisfaction of satisfying her own style and preferences when she makes a se lection. The dressy, separate silk skirt has made n history for Itself that Insures Its welcome every season, but Its great day Is ushered In with spring. Its rival, the sports skirt, has pro moted It; success for the separate skirt of silk Is sure and deserved, nnd there Is no end to the variety In silks and color combinations that make It a thing of beauty this spring. Two or three shades of one color In stripes and plnlds, or combinations of contrasting colors, or colors with cross bars In black or white, In as many de signs ns we find In ginghams, make the choice unlimited, but so far stripes have been developed into the most at tractive of the new skirts. The season is dominated by two styles, each with many variations. One Is the skirt laid In plaits about the waistline nnd the other is the tunic skirt. The plaited skirt is not so new as the tunic, but It is too good look ing, nnd may be fitted with too much good style for women to leave it out of their reckoning. Tunics, like coats, nre usually un even In length. They nre Ingeniously STRIPED SILK. draped and here the art of the de signer cither shines or falls. In the skirt shown above a single piece of silk Is so well managed In the draping that the stripes run diagonally across tho front and horizontally, across the back. A feature to bo noted Is the disposition of most of the fullness In the tunic nt the front of the, skirt nnd the sash of silk, like the bklrt, tied In a bow of two loop?, at tho front of the waist. The square end of the silk used for the tunic Is cascaded at the left side and nicely finished with n row of small, flat buttons set clos together. The underskirt Is plain and narrow, merely two lengths of good! sewed together and finished with q three-Inch hem. Beecher Street By R. RAY BAKER (Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspa per Syndicate.) If Ethel Drayton had done some real reasoning Instead of leaping nt con clusions and acting on Impulse, It Is likely that her bark of romance, with CUf EUrldge In command, would have sailed serenely down the river of ngree- ableness Into the sea of matrimony without encountering a storm. On tho other hand, that kind of Journey would not have been real romance It would have lacked zest so perhaps It Is Just as well that Herman Hartell came over to Ethel's desk that dreary, rainy after noon In April and unfolded the secret "I have something to say that Is very disagreeable to me," began Har tell as he brushed n hand caressingly over his miniature moustache and looked down nt Ethel's curly brown hair colled on the back of her head in a business-like knob that served as a pencil holder. "Nevertheless," he went on, "I feel In duty bound to say It." Ethel Jerked a sheet of paper from her typewriter nnd turned her black eyes up at the head shipping clerk. The tiny, bristling ridge of hair on Hnr toll's upper Hp forced a smlld to her face, but this was dispelled when Hartell explained: "It's about Clifford. You see, last night V While this conversation was taking place, the subject of the remarks sat on a high stool at the other side of tho Lewis Wholesale Paper company's shipping office and poured over a file of orders. Out of n corner of his eye ho saw the head shipping clerk ap proach tho stenographer's desk, and ho frowned. Hartell leaned over Ethel's chair as he revealed the secret, and Cliff ruffled his flaxen hair with one hand and thrummed on his desk with the other. Half an hour later Cliff slipped from his stool and into his light overcoat. Carrying his hat, he approached Ethel, who was still busy at the typewriter. Ho passed and smiled pleasantly, but she continued rattling the keys. "You needn't trouble yourself to wait for me," she Informed him In Icy tones without pausing In her work or looking up. "I'll be a little late, and Mr. Hartell has promised to see me home." Cliffs smile vanished. Before he had: n chance to reply, she had slipped n ring from a finger of her left hand and extended It toward him. She looked Into hl3 eyes with a stare encrusted with Ice. "I can't wear this any longer," she said, "after the way you have acted lately. I have heard that all men must sow wild oats, but I assure you that my man won't. If you must gamble and carouse, you can't expect to be come my husband. I have learned all about your going to a saloon or gam bling den on Beecher street almost ev ery night, and that's enough for me. Good-night." Cliff stumbled down the steps to the street nnd walked three blocks, heed less of the pouring rain, before he came to himself and found the ring clasped In his hand. Then he stopped dead still In the middle of a street crossing, undecided whether to leap In the river or go back and throw Her man Hartell from the roof of the six story Lewis building. He decided to do neither; Instead, he headed for Beecher street. Ethel completed her work and was escorted to her rooming place by Har tell. At the door she took his hand nnd said earnestly: "You don't know how I appreciate the revelation you have made to me. I know It must have been hard for you to come and tell me about seeing Clifford go Into that terrible place so many times ; and I am grateful.'1 "Don't mention It, please," protested Hartell, striving unsuccessfully toreach his mustache with his tongue. "I couldn't bear to see you throw your self nway on a worthless fellow. I save a good many blocks by cutting through Beecher street on the wny home and that's how I happened to notice him there." The next day Ethel failed to appear nt the office, telephoning that she was suffering from a headache. The suc ceeding day was Sunday. The rain had ceased but the weather had turned chilly and the sun hid behind clouds. Ethel listened In vain for the door bell or the telephone, hoping Cliff would appear as he had done each Sun day for more than a year. True, she had told him It was nil over; never theless, she had expected him to come and make some kind of a protest nnd attempt an explanation. Tho morning passed very gloomily for her. Early In' tho afternoon the landlady summoned her to tho telephone, ami Ethel tripped over o chair In her haste to answer the call. "This Is Mr. Hartell," said tho voice on the wire. "Could I call on you this afternoon?" Tm sorry," she replied, "but Ta too 111 to entertain." And she went back to her room to gazo thoughtfully at a picture of a flaxen-haired, smil ing youth. About five o'clock a delegation of three girls from her Sunday school class called on her. "We were anxious to learn If you were 111," said -one, "and If not we wanted you to go with us to visit a poor family that the class has decided to help." Ethel took decided interest In tho ex cursion when It was explained that the family lived on Beecher street They walked past the gloomy, rick ety wooden dwellings, through throngs of dirty urchins who hooted nnd mado faces nt them, nnd flnnlly came to a dingy opening that proved to be the entrance to a flight of stairs. Up these steps the girls stumbled, their way lighted by only a few rays that sifted through tho cracks In the flimsy outside wall. One of the party knocked at tho door that confronted them at the top of the stairs. Footsteps sounded on the floor, evi dently those of n child. Some one fumbled nt the knob and the door was swung open to reveal n chubby, round faced boy of about four years. A mnlmed, disreputable toy bear waB suspended by Its leg from ono hnnd of tho tot, who blinked curiously at his four visitors. The opening of the door permitted a warm, pungent odor to penetrate the hnll and each of the girls Involuntarily shuddered. "Who is it?" called n voice from within a weak, plaintive voice, that of n woman. The tot, who was clothed In a non descript suit of several materials and colors, turned and called: "T'ree dlrls." "Come right In," answered the voice. "I am 111 and cannot come to the door." The girls entered nnd noticed that the pungent odor Increased. Tho room was permeated with an unhcalthful warmth, caused by keeping all the win dows closed and thus conserving the heat radiated from the small wood stove. The designs on the wall paper had all but become eradicated by accum ulation of smoke, grease and dust On one wall was a framed picture of a young man nnd woman, evidently a bridal couple. A row of picture post cards was the only other decoration. A table occupied the center of tho room, nnd nearby were n three-legged stool and a dilapidated rocking chair. The floor was covered with a faded rag carpet "Here I am," called the woman, from the dingiest corner of the room ."Don't look around. I'm too 111 to keep the place clean, and JInfmy here Is too young" The girls found her lying on a nan; row bed, or rather, a bunkf She was frail and emaciated, but she carried a pleasant smile of greeting. Jimmy hovered near, still clinging to the bear. Ethel, a lover of children, picked him up in her armsf "My, my, what clothes 1" she mu mured to herself, but Jimmy over heard her. "I'm donna have new suit" he an nounced. "Man's donna bring It." "Who do you " Ethel began, but at that moment Jimmy, bearing famil iar sounds on the stnlrs, scrambled from her arms and dashed toward the door. "He hears his man," explnlned the woman on tho bed. "Nearly every night he brings us food, and some times candy or something to wear. He found Jimmy on the street one night and came home with him. Jimmy told me his man was going to bring him a new suit today." The door was flung open and a young man entered, placed n bundle on the stool and gathered the little Ik; in his arms. "My man," breathed Jimmy, hugging the newcomer, while Ethel started for ward In amazement upon recognizing him. "Cliff!" she cried. Clifford Eldrldge placed his human burden on the floor nnd stared in as tonishment that equaled her own. So It was decreed that a home of poverty should be the setting for a proud, sensitive, Impulsive girl to ask forgiveness and get It. Let Children Pick Clothes. Everyone remembers when he or she was a child how Irltatlng It was to have our parents pick all our clothes without giving us any choice In the matter. In the Woman's Home Com. panlon a writer says: "Now, what I nm asking for the boys Is this: Take your sons with you when you buy their clothing. Consult their tastes somewhat. Don't let them select any, thing ridiculous, but give them a choice of half a dozen sensible coats or hats or whatever It may be. Don't scold them too much If they come home with the straps, on their bloomer trous ers unhooked so the trouser legs nro almost long. No doubt the captain of the baseball team and 'all the other fellows' wear theirs that way. Or If your boy comes up the street with his cap over his right ear, while you nro telling him that he looks 'just like a little street tough' remember It was the style that you, yourself followed last winter, and thai 'what all the fel lows do' means Just ns much to Johnny ns Paris notes do to you." , Snakes. An explanation of this hallucination Is offered by the result of French ex periments n few years ago. Sixteen al coholic patients were examined with the ophthalmoscope, and It was found that the minute blood vessels in the retina of tho eyes were congested. In this condition they appear black, nnd are projected Into the field of vision, where their movements resemble the squirming of serpents. Profession! Dignities. "DIshcre canal boat business Is loom In' up right Important," remarked Mr. Erastus Plnkley. "I specks dnrs gotta be some 'scusslon 'bout my employ ment" "What's tho matter with your Job?" "It's ull right, 'ceppln Jes' dls. I don't want to be called a mule driver' no mo". Hereafter I wants to be luded to as 'a pilot' " JHPBOVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL StlNMSdlOOL Lesson a (By E. O. SELLERS, Acting Director of the Sunday School Course of the Moody Bible Institute. Chicago.) (Copyright? Ills, Weatern Newipaper Union.) LESSON FOR MARCH 24 JESUS MINISTERING TO THE MUL TITUDES. LESSON TEXT Mark 6:32-56. GOLDEN TEXT The son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minis ter, and to give his life a ransom tor many. Matt. 20:23. DEVOTIONAL READING John 6:35-40. ADDITIONAL MATERIAL FOB TEACHERS Exodus 16:14-18; Matt. 25:31 46: Luke 4:16-21; James 1:27; Rev. 17. PRIMARY TOPIC Jesus a helper at all times. MEMORT VERSE Be of Rood cheer: it Is I: be not afraid. Mark 6:C0 IKTERMEDIATE TOPIC-Helplnc th needy. SENIOR AND ADULT TOPIC-(7) This parable marks the high level of the year of popularity In the life of our Lord. It Is such nn Important mir acle ns to be the only one recorded by nil four gospel writers. The returning; disciples (v. 31) are urged by the Mas ter to come with him Into n desert place and rest and also that he might comfort their hearts over the death of John the Baptist "They had no leisure." Jesus knew the need and also the proper use of leisure, but the multitude would not grant him this but flocked to his retreat In the desert They followed that they might listen to his gracious words, or behold some new wonder, but Jesus also saw and min istered, (v. 24). Carlyle said he saw in England "forty million people most ly fools." Not so with Jesus ; he saw nnd was moved, not with sarcasm, but with n compassion that took the form of teaching (v. 34). It is better to teach a man how to help himself than to help the man without the teaching. We also Infer that the soul of n man Is of more value than his body. It Is not enough, however, to say "God bless you ; be warmed and fed," when a man Is hungry. Sympathy must Issue in ac tion. A Great Task. John tells us of the conversation with Phillip. Phillip lived In Bethsaldn nearby, but to feed this multitude wa too great n task, even with his knowl edge and resources (John 6:5, 7). Yet we need not be surprised at Phillip's slowness of faith. Moses In a similar case was once nonplussed as to how to feed the thousands In the wilderness (see Numbers 11:21-33). The central fact concerns neither the need nor our poverty, but the absolute surrender of our all however little to God. Another disciple, Andrew, who had. brought his brother, Simon Peter, to the Savior, in his desperation found a boy whose mother had thoughtfully provided him with a lunch consisting of Ave barley biscuits and two small dried herrings (John 0:0). This Is n great commentary on the tide of Inter est nt this time that even this hungry boy should have forgotten his lunch; the circumstances emphasized the help lessness of the disciples In order that Jesus might show his power. His com mand "Give ye them," (v. 37) teaches us that we are to give what we have, not to look to others, nor to do our charity by proxy (Pro. 11:24, 25). Again tho Savior asks his disciples to seek (v. SS) as though he would tench them the boundless resources of his kingdom. Give what you have and he will bless and Increase it to meet the needs pf the multitude. The secret of success points to the moment when he took the loaves and looking up (to God who nlso saw their needs), he blessed It Living Bread. This conservation process was a stinging rebuke to the orientals, nnd Is being emphasized in these days of food conservation In connection with war needs. Too long we have been prodigal " of God's marvelous bounties. God gives us that we may use; nnd we lose It un less It Is shared. Jesus, the living bread, (John 6:48) will satisfy hunger and give life. As bread generates In the human body heat, energy, vitality and power, so he will feed the hungry souls of men. We have nt hand the Word. It is for lack of It that men die In the deepest and truest sense of that Word. The poverty and perplexity oC the disciples In the presence of similar" great need, Is being repeated over nndl over again, nnd yet how faithless It We have not enough to feed the multi tude. Our few loaves of comfort,, amusement, counsel, etc., will not sus tain them In the present world's crisfs? but when we break unto them the liv ing bread, It meets the deep hunger of the human heart; and they will havo enough nnd to spare If they will only eat It. In these days when the empha sis Is being lnld on material .bread for tho sustenance of tho nation, there 1 great danger lest wo forget tho neces sity of breaking the living bread to tho starving multitudes of tho world. "Ww must maintain the supremacy of Urn spiritual, or lack the dynamic to pro vide the material. How true the words of the late Dr. Maltble Davenport Babcock: Back of the loaf Is the snowy flonri Back of the flour the mill: And back of the mill is the wheat. And the showers, and the sun, And the Father's will. Tho problem which the disciples jouid not meet, Jesus discerned and solved. As they co-operated with Lino nnd gaw of that which he had first blessed, each bad c basketfull to taker nway and thus was well repaid fsw Bhnrlng wlth'the multitude.