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The Idaho Republican., 1916-06-30

arrive in Eagle. Pass, Texas, last
f, Tuesday. This, no doubt, is only one
of the anti-American demonstrations
now springing up in shattered Mexi-
lco, where the ignorant poems believe
that the "Gringoes" have declared
war upon them already.
State Troops Moving
A New York report of the twenty
seventh, Tuesday said that nearly 30,-
600 national guard troops from IL
states in the department of the east
had either started that day or were
prepared to start for the Mexican
border. Ell Paso, Texas, is arranging
to receive the 10000 militiamen who
are to concentrate there. They have
also 5000 regulars with them now,
and within few days Ell Paso will
be the largest military camp in the
country.
CARRANZA ORDERED
PRISONERS FREED
President Wilson's demand that
the troopers taken prisoners at Car
rial and held at the Chihuahua Jail
be liberated at once has been COM
piled with, and the 23 dusky heroes
and the Mormon Scout Spillsbury
are expected to arrive in Ell Paso,
Texas, Thursday or Friday. The
order for their release probably came
from Carranza and the telegram in
forming General Bell, Jr., command
er of the Ell Paso base, was signed
by the Mexican General Trevino.
Mexican officials at Ell Paso are
much relieved at this turn of the case
between their country and the United
States and think the trouble may be
settled without war.
MURDER
u RANCHIMAN AND WIFE
A hatless rider flew into the mill
tary camp at Hachita, New Mexico,
Tuesday mo ming and told Of the lat
est Mexican raid which resulted in
the death of William Parker, a young
and his bride the night
before.
The man was not coherent, but
enough was gathered from him to set
posses of civilians and troops on the
south trail of the murderers. The
news bearer was an employee at the
Parker ranch and according to his
story was awakened by shots in the
night. Before he and the other men
at the ranch could get their
guns the raiders had circled the lone
ly cabin and shot thru the windows
until they killed both Mr.. Parker and
his wife, then they rounded up the
horses of the ranch and swept away
to safety.
The men were still out on the hunt
when the bodies of William Parker
and his young wife were buried We'd
nesday in the little cemetery at Hac-
hita.
The Idaho Republican., 1916-06-30
Bids on Premium List

After some routine matters regard
ing bills and past transactions, the
sealed bids Of four printers on MAX
ing up the premium list for this year
were opened, and the work was given
to w. A. McVicar, the booklets to be
similar in all respects to those of last
year.
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LOST RIVER SENDS RECRUITS

Major Chase Clark, of Mackay,
passed thru Blackfoot, Thursday with
a car load of 20 recruits gathered
from the Lost river region.
Evening star., 1916-03-19

The good. rich restaurant director
sighed.
The little. respectable customers
cut down expenses" he said. The
little, respecta bic restaurants cannot
buy to advantage; their expenses are
too heavy in proportion. and they suf-
fer The workingman viii always have
his eight-cent dish of the day and glass
of wine. And we've higher restsu-
rants-we are actually making money"
He seemed ashamed of ii.
Maxims. in spite of there being no
night trade. has doubled its business
in the past year. The Amba ssadeurs
serves 800 teas every afternoon. and at
lunch and dinner it is vertable fes-
tival. Yet the prices are so reasonable
that old Maxim customers may almost
doubt my word. I admit that fresh
shrimps are marked cents apiece
The river trout is 40 cents. the flet
de sole Orly, so cents; the whiting Col
bert, 35 cents. Among the entrees the
Rzotto au Chipolata costs 40 cents,
Amba ssadeur's kidneys so cents, and
the famous chicken pie 20 cents.
And so on.
I'VE did not start out to make
money" says the great man. We sim
ply desired to be agreeable. 1t is such
a pleasure to see them enjoy the cook
cry. especially the officers permis-
sion"
of gastronomy?" ] queried.
He raised his arms in benediction.
Its their one grand pleasure" he
said. waiting for the victory
STERLING HEILIG.
Evening star., 1916-03-19

as the secretary's office OF the American Insti-
tute of Architects.
But there are other octagon houses
in and around Washington. Long ago
the Rambler told the story of the Lin
gan octagon house. off the Foxhall
octagon house. near the Highlands. has
long been one of the features of the
city. On Georgia avenue. about a
square west of the Field place and be-
tween Quincy and Randolph streets, is
one of the old and interesting octagon
houses of Washington. 1t is on the
west side of the street and on land con-
Siderably higher than the street 1t was
built more than seventy years ago by
Benjamin Sunny, who lived to be over
ninety years of age His descendants
are many and large number of them
are living in Washington. large
acreage was appurtenant to the house
when the Summys lived there. and Ben
jamin Sunny was farmer and gar
dener of ability and means He built
the octagon house of rock and cement
and it is in good state of preServa-
tion today. There is considerable
tract of garden land on the south and
west of the house even now. but the
city is crowding upon the old house
from all sides. The property went out
of the possession of the Sunny family
about 1877 and Mr.. Conradus and his
family occupied the place for about
seven years In 1884 the property was
there today with several members of
his family. Mr.. Miller was born on
Capitol Hill He married Miss Heine.
daughter of William Hene. who owned
and operated fields adjoining the Sum
my place on the west as a truck farm.
The old Heine house still stands in the
midst of new houses on Shepherd
street, a few yards west of Georgia
avenue. The present owner. Vincent +.
Howard, has had the place for five
years and has modernized the interior,
but has let the exterior remain as in
the days of Heine. Mr.. Howard is an
amateur florist, and the garden at the
side and front of his house is one of the
summer show places of that part of the
city and one of the beautiful flower
gardens of Washington.
The 18th street octagon house has a
two story porch around it, and like SO
many other old houses it has a cupola
In il are fourteen rooms. and one room
which the Summys' kitchen has
eight doors and two windows. One can
lose his bearings in the quaint halls
and stairways of this house. The
grounds at the front of the house are
planted with trees and shrubs and
some of these, notably the hemlock
trees, were set out by Benjamin Sunny
when he was a young man. The deep
well off the northwest side of the house
is still in use, and the Rambler found
refreshment there. II is an interesting
place to visit, and young Miller, who
Evening star., 1916-03-19

railings. Above the roof rises a look
out or little observation tower. Many
trees grow around the house. It's lot is
of about the size of a city square and
the northwest corner is covered with
rose garden. This garden. with its
wealth of bloom and color. has given
pleasure to countless wayfarers along
the old 9TH street road. At the north
side of the house and at its rear are
glasshouses. in which live flowers of
rarity and beauty.
The Rambler was walking along
Georgia avenue last Sunday and paused
opposite this attractive old house. He
wanted to go in and speak to it, but
there were restraining considerations.
1t requires certain amount of bold
ness to walk up to a city house. ring its
doorbell and ask it the story of it's life.
There is always the haunting feeling
that the city house may consider the
Rambler an intruder.
Well, when the Rambler saw this dig
nified old red brick house, with it's
wings and its cupola and its porches
all settled back in it's big garden he
felt that it required nerve to interrupt
such an old house in it's Sabbath medi
tations But then there were the hun
dreds of rosebushes in the garden and
and the Rambler felt that a house so
fond of flowers must be good and
gentle old house, so, nerving himself
for the encounter, he walked down the
footpath between the broad lawns and
rang the doorbell.
A young man with white hair came
to the door and the Rambler asked
when the house was built, who its
owner was and if it would object to
having its picture taken. Come in"
o
and the Rambler and George Field
sank into two easy chairs in the hand
some library of the fine old house. Mr..
Field and his wife have lived in the
house since 1889. At that time 1t was
owned by two members of Congress
from Kansas who had bought the prop
erty from the Stickney family, and it
came to the Stickney family through
marriage with the Lewis family, the
old house having been for years the
home of that Mr.. Lewis who was presi-
dent of the Seventh Street Turnpike
Company. The Rambler did not have
the honor of an acquaintance with this
family, but will endeavor to obtain
more information concerning this old
Washington family than he now has.
The Rambler remembers that before
the civil war there were living along
the 7th street road between the Bound
ary and Piney Branch the following: J.
Johnson. Mrs. Beckert, w. Belt, E.
Lundsley. Charles G. Page, w. G.. w.
White. W. NJ. Cammack. J. B. Haw, J.
Holmead. J. E. Wineberger. J. Homer.
Benjamin Sunny, w. Little, A. Ray and
Evening star., 1916-03-19
Hunn0r.

HE late Hopkinson Smith. novelist
and painter. was once accused at
the Players Club in New York of 4
lack of humor.
You New Workers." said the her
culean southerner. deny my humor
because it is directed against you SO
often. You are like the tramp-the
tramp who denied humor to the China
man.
"A tramp knocked at the back door
of California villa, and a smiling
Chinaman appeared.
Say, john croaked the tramp.
give us hand-out. for the love o.
Mike, will ye? S'elp me, I'm starvin''
Like fish, said the Chinaman, with
his amiable smile.
"You betcher sweet life like fish,
said the tramp eagerly.
"Call Fliday.' said the Chinaman.
and. smiling more amiably. .Ihan ever,
he shut the door,"
Evening star., 1916-03-19

the reach of all. With plenty of right
chicken and truffies, the croquette be-
comes a glory; and the Perigord sauce
is the second best in the world-some
even prefer it to the Bernaise
The Grand Cafe, beneath the Jockey
Club, is the largest and most beautiful
in Paris. with the highest rent-$25,-
600 year. Just before the war they
began renting ii entirely. For a year
1t remained closed. Now il is in full
blast. grandly illuminated. with mosaic
floors. red plush upholstery, white and
gold walls, the famous ceiling paintings,
great waving green plants in matOlica
tubs and big. quiet, coZy afternoon
crowd just sitting around amid the cleo
trio lights. The grand rotunda. for
which the late Pat Sheedy offered to pay
the entire rent of the establishment to
make II an American bar. Is again a
restaurant. with prices a triie lower
than the Cafe de Ia Paix.
The thermidor lobster of the Grand
Cafe, for instance. is marked so cents
per portion, while the Paix leaves the
price blank The Maxim management
at the Ambassadors marks so cents
for its lobster a la Mage (swimming).
but. as 1 tell you, they're SO sick of
lobster in the trenches that no able
bodied Frenchman under sixty dare be
seen eating 1t in Paris. 1t would pro-
claim him to be a shirker, who had
never tasted the joys and sorrows of
the front. No man Of the fighting line
will ever eat lobster again. When
they turn an opalescent pinkish- blue
with yellow glints. they throw them
at the Germans.
II had the analytical gift, I would
study how these higher-class Paris
restaurants can be so prosperous while
losing money on Holsters, eggs, butter,
fish. meats and poultry. while families
hav1 to cut down expenses on all
Evening star., 1916-03-19

young green beans for 80 cents. scarcely
double the cost of my. nasty little raw
silver. The butcher asks IA cents for a
veal outlet. and then Louise spoils it.
The Grand Cafe serves it st. Cloud, with
the garniture and rich meat jelly, for 80
cents, scarcely more than double, again.
the raw abomination. And when you
get to certain fish, it's more so. River
trout, in the shops, retail 20. 80, 40 cents
each. according to size. The Grand Cafe
serves middle-sized ones, Meunier-sm-
pie butter and white wine sauce-fcr 40
cents apiece, with parsley trimmings.
boiled potatoes, a bouquet of carnations
and fairy lamp on the table.
Why. a Savoy omelet costs 80 cents.
Yet, at home, first-class, boiling eggs"
cost cents each, and there must be,
surely, three eggs in Savoy omelet.
The higher restaurants, in truth, have
home cooking beaten to an inquiry.
In our family we pay the butcher 81
cents per pound for calfs liver, 40
cents for beef kidneys, SO cents for pork
chops, So for decent chicken (entire)
and 32 cents per pound for skinned and
cut-up warren rabbit with the head. to
guarantee 1t is not cat: but who know
il it be the right headD. II it continues,
we shall take to living on pheasant. quail
and partridge! Butter is from so cents
to 4S cents per pound, but we paid that
in peace times. AS for fish, the sole
has gone up. from so cents per pound be-
fore the war to so cents at present, the
whiting from Is cents to 40 cents at
present and the mackerel from "a cents
to IS cents. They are beautifully fresh,
of excellent quality.
The little restaurants have suffered
like home cooking. 1 was talking to the
proprietress Of that bright little place at
the Madeleine. where YOU take the tram
for Neuilly. Nine. Gros has been mar
ried ofily two years She put her dot into
Evening star., 1916-03-19

who won distinction in the continental
army. They had two daughters. One
WAS .Aletha, who married Col Van
Horn. whom the Rambler understands
was New Yorker. They had seven
children. and one of these. Eliza NJ.
Van Horn. married Alexander McCor-
mick. Daughters of this marriage, tho
Misses Mccormick. live at fine old
place called Nandalusia. near the end
of the kenilworth car line. Alexander
NcCormck's father came from Ireland.
He was lawyer and was a prominent
man in Washington for many years. He
was secretary to one Of the Presidents.
but the Rambler does not know which
one, and has not now the time to look
it up.
One of the Van Horn girls married
Capt. George Emock, who was prom
crate states military service. A camp OF
Confederate Veterans is named for this
officer.
Evening star., 1916-03-19

a y old and we'll maintained red
IN brick house on the east side Of
~ eth street just north of Park
q q road has often attracted the at
tention of the Rambler and no doubt
many thousands of ether Washinstonians
have given this picturesque and oid-fash-
ioned place a glance and thought. That
house stood there when the great high
way which passes before it was called the
.th street road or the eth street pike, a
name which was discarded in favor of
"Brghtwood avenue" and which name
gave way to Georgia avenue" The house
is old. but the Rambler, in a spirit both
of compliment and of truth. must say
that it still looks young. The Rambler
will not say of this house that cit does
not look it's age" This is often said of a
man. and perhaps sometimes of a woman.
but the Rambler feels that though this
observation may be prompted by the
kindlest sentiment, Yet it is a compli-
ment that has within it a bitter tang.
The Rambler does not know to what age
this house has attained. Its walls, its
is often said that a man is no older than
his arteries. il might just as fairly be said
of a house that it is no older than Its
walls and it's roof. 1t may be that this
house, like so many old men, is proud of
its age, but the Rambler believes that
this particular house will not assume a
resentful attitude toward him for writing
Evening star., 1916-03-19
Special Correspondence of The Star.

Special Correspondence OF The Star.
PARIS, March Q, 1916.
1OST of the high-class Paris
I'M MI restaurants are doing better
UWlI than they did in peace times.
SVS only the night establish
Ynents suffer. The precautions against
Zeppelin raids and a general sense or
propriety make night life an impos-
sibility. which helps the honest appe-
tite. No supper after the theater? All
tina: money is saved for dinner.
A new clientele goes in for seri-
Gus gormandizing. War contractors,
spending their newly earned wealth,
are lost in the mass OF middle class
families hunting something tasty and
little brightness. and the tourists and
foreigners who used to be so much in
evidence are replaced by soldiers on
permission, with their wives, sisters,
cousins and children.
lunched beside such a party at the
Cafe de la Paix. There were two
soldiers, obviously father and SON
their trench boards replaced by soaped
and shining faces - the fancee. the
wife and mother. proud as Punch and
still young. a married sister and her
=
grown appetites.
They began with six oysters each, on
the half shell, at so cents per dozen
dearer at the Cafe de la Paix than at
Maxim's. The four dozen cost s5.2o:
but the fish was the grand affair. They
learned fror, Michelet. the maitre
rlnf inc
young. small and tender turbots. which
could be grilled. slightly Dreaded and
served with Bernaise sauce, a kind Of
hot mayonnaise with dominating es-
,rsgon perfume. Grill mamma turbot
and you have horror. but the turbotin
cannot get them. French fried po-
tatoes on the side CPont-NeuD. / told
know what they like. The fish cost
How the growing girls waded into
the gravy of. Of the mutton. mutton kidneys In
don't forget there's pheasant. The
roast was not roast but one OF those
immense Bresse capons. braised. baked
and basted in an oven. with trufftes as
big as new potatoes. and stuffed with
a wine-perfumed forcemeat II was
cheap at $3.50. considering its size and
and then the real lunch began.
They had been drinking a decent red
Bordeaux at $i.s0 per bottle. into
which they put drop of water for
politeness- With the potted pheasant
and the foie-gras pie they had bottles
of grand old Medoc whose perfume
came TO me. j call IL "potted" pheas-
ant, but the chef makes 1.-THE carcass
and tougher meat cooked down to n
thick glaze mixed with hashed savories
and Madeira and cooled solid round
the white meat. The pink goose liver.
held in like solid farce" or stufiing,
Is sliced likewise. In its luscious pie
crust.
Foie gras IL scarce and expensive.
The grand potting houses Of Tou-
Evening star., 1916-03-19

that it is still a young house and that it
will preserve its youth for many years to
come.
1t sits far back from the street, as
though it would preserve its air of ex-
clusiveness even in this age of public
ity and notoriety. This old house seems
to protest against the habit which so
many modern houses have fallen into
of building themselves flush with the
sidewalk and perching themselves
where any man may rub elbows against
them or strike matches on their front.
This old house. if it could get its own
sentiments and convictions into the
newspapers. would probably denounce
as vulgar fashion the passion which
new houses have for getting as close
to the curbStone as the building regu-
lationS and inspectors will permit. This
house belongs to the period when every
we'll hammered. dignified and properly
conducted house insisted on having its
own garden and rejoiced in a name in
violating no confidence when he assures
his readers that this old house, COM
fortably seated in its own grounds,
feels pity, with just trifle of diSdain,
for those misguided houses which
stand up in row, all SO near alike that
their sole distinguishing mark is a
number on the transom or the door.
The house has central building
fanked on each side with a wing. 1t
has a plenitude of porches, and the
porches have width, length and iron
Evening star., 1916-03-19

stands by the wellhouse, entertained
the Rambler with good stories about
the old house.
* *
A r this point the Rambler must free
6S his mind of some information re-
Gently acquired. Two weeks ago he
wrote of the Van Horn burial plot and
its tombs adjoining the Beall burial plot
at the rear of the Sheriff house near
Benning. At that time he did not know
who the Van Horns We're. Col. Joshua
Bean the owner of Fife" died in 1896.
He left two children. one of these was
George Beall, who married a Greenfield
and was the grandfather of three ladies
whom the Rambler has previously
Susan Beall Young
Sheriff. Mrs. Magruder and Mrs. Holly
day. Joshua Beallfs other child was
Amelia, who married Gen. Rein Beall,
Evening star., 1916-03-19

the business and Gros has been mobil-
lied since August, 1914.
THE grand restaurants can buy at an
advantage" says madame. land well-to-
do people, who used to count the cost,
now flock to them and say: oh. well.
we're not going to the races. lets have
some fine wines and beautiful fruits
There's the profit -
Madame has 40 cents per day for re-
frigerator ice, the chef and kitchen-help's IS
wages. the walters to feed and the rent
10 think about. Her husband being AT
the front, the moratorium lets her stand
it off. Fortunately says madame.
Every morning she opens her shop.
sweet. white. clean, and hopes, for good
ness sake, that customers won't come
You see. the place has lot of ''regu-
lars: who appreciate the savory little
of salt pork boiled with cabbage)
Wednesdays the fricandeau, and Fridays
the boeuf a la mode. with its sweet, tiny
carrots and lfe-giving meat jelly. Any
one is square meal, and she has not
raised the prices She hopes to keep the
regulars for the future. They appre-
ciate it and help out, as they can, by
ordering half bottle of her Fronsac, or
stewed prunes for cents. or a glass of
Armagnac for 10 cents. Well, an indeli-
cate unknown newcomer entered and
abused this state of things, and it was a
JOY to me to see a GaScon gentleman
named Aristide. who works in the ad-
joining shirt store. set him right al
though in doing it he upset sidewalk
table or two, in spite of the head waiter,
Jules, pulling him back.
"Cassoulet of Toulouse" was ordered
to start with. White beans and goose,
perfumed with slices of dry, red Lyons
sausage, the whole simmered down to
1yI0 0ni in ,,1n yI,Av,
pot; the dish was invented for King
Dagobert. AID. 62S. and has never been
beaten. 1t cost the intruder IS cents.
Then he sailed into the Bordelaise
gravy of grilled steak with his
bread, sopping, dipping. soaking up the
perfumed blend of expensive meat
glaze, red wine, melted butter, beef
marrow, hashed onions and whiff of
garlic-"meat and drink for IS cents"
hissed Aristide. "again!" For the man
had ordered no mineral water, coffee.
little trifie that might help out the
house
Jules. the waiter, brought the man
his check.
What's this?" he snorted. Whats
this cents"
Adolphe interviewed.
The tablecloth is cents il you
don't order wine," said Adolphe. There.
you see it printed (pointing to the
menu)."
"rll not pay it," replied the indeli-
cate stranger, pulling on his overcoat
in haste and leaving two-cent tip in
full view.
You'll not pay it," doomed an apoca-
lyptic voice behind him. 1t was NJ.
Aristide. the Gascon gentleman who
works in the adjoining shirt store. and
it is a pleasure to see him in action.
You'll not pay it. but you wear a
high silk hat"' he thundered. You'll
not pay it, but you'll desolate house
of Cassoulet and Bordelaise steak while
the proprietor is in the trenches. You
might have ordered cents worth of
pigs liver pate. or 6 cen$' worth Of