seen walking along the street with half a dozen or more of the sticks. Should he chance to meet the head of a family, this man is offered one of the sticks. Several Edwardsville merchants give him all of the dry goods boxes he wishes to break up and carry away, and in this way he keeps his shop, where he spends many hours a day, well filled with a supply of seasoned lumber. The sticks are roughly sawed out and then cut down to the proper size with a draw knife, and then sandpapered. Of late Putman has taken advantage of the parcel post and sends a stick to anyone who is willing to pay the postage. AN UNUSUAL AMUSEMENT He spends his spare time carving out wash sticks. This woman swimmer remained immersed that length of time, in order to test a lungmotor. U DE LUXE By T. W. Ross SUALLY the made-to-order antique is not in favor, and the men who shoot buckshot holes into furniture and then sell the "worm-eaten" pieces as genuine, do not boast publicly of their prowess. But out in Colorado Springs, the faker of antiques has created something of which he is proud, and something which has attracted attention from archeologists the world over; for he has rebuilt, with detailed accuracy, exact duplicates of several cliff-dweller drawings, reproducing every crack, every water mark, and every dimension. Then they transported rock by means of burros, from the Mesa Verde to Colorado Springs, in order that everything might be duplicated exactly. As a result of this work, they have reproduced exactly the better preserved structures in the mesa, and the copies serve archeologists as well as the originals-better, perhaps, because the copies are carefully guarded against the souvenir-hunting vandalism which has all but ruined the original AN "ANTIQUE" SOCIETY RENDEZVOUS The replica of a pueblo known as the Hidden Inn, because it is tucked away between two large rocks, in the fashion shown by this model, has been the scene of many society functions. "cities" in one of the pretty little canyons in the neighborhood, and has added to that an exact copy of an Indian pueblo. It all came about because a group of capitalists in Colorado Springs, in casting about for additional attractions to be placed in the neighborhood, decided that duplicates of the comparatively inaccessible Mesa Verde ruins would prove attractive. They had the canyon, with the horizontal crack, and they had the money needed in order to prepare the copy-so that was all there was to it. That is, all, if we except the months spent by architects and engineers in studying the ancient ruins, and planning the copies. They made innumerable structures. The city of Colorado Springs has also entered the "faking" game. Recently an Indian pueblo, copied after the best designs in Mexico, has been completed in the Garden of the Gods. The pueblo is called the Hidden Inn, because it is placed between two large outcropping rocks which form the sides of the building. It is the only building in the Garden, and is used as a refreshment pavilion and a place for social functions. Smart society has found it attractive for Indian festivals, and dances, dinners and parties with the Indian idea predominating are given there. The original structures afford one of the most fascinating problems in archeology. They are to be reached only after a comparatively strenuous journey, for they are hidden in what might be called the depths of a mountain. The traveler leaves the railroad at a little station near the point where the States of Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, and Utah come together, mounts a certain stony trail, and sees before him a curiously shaped ridge rising from the plain. Its top is flat and half a mile wide, while its end and sides descend sharply to the plain. When he comes closer, he will see that deep cuts or canyons run across this ridge, making huge cracks in the table land above. He cannot ascend these canyons; but there is a tortuous trail, and also now a wagon road, to the top. When the traveler arrives, by either route, on the beautiful little meadow forming the summit of the ridge, he can look down into the canyons, and see there most curious sight-for tucked away in long horizontal cracks running along the sides of the canyons, are the ancient homes of the cliff dwellers. Apparently the race which inhabited these curious dwellings some fifteen hundred years ago was surrounded by ferocious enemies, because the dwellings in every case were placed as they were in order to facilitate defence. The first line held against the foe was the mesa itself; and probably it was comparatively easy to maintain against an enemy, because of its steep sides. It could hold out indefinitely, because there was plenty of water, and crops could be raised on the plateau. But even were the plateau lost, the cliff dwellers were not conquered. They could have retired down the narrow passages to their dwellings, and they would have been secure, because one man could hold each passage against an army of savages. The dwellings could THE "FAKED" ANTIQUES OF COLORADO SPRINGS The structures are close copies of the most interesting types of primitive American architecture, and have been erected to furnish the famous neighborhood of Pikes Peak with additional attractions. ONE OF THE ORIGINALS WHICH WERE "FAKED" The Mesa Verde ruins, of which this structure is an example, are among the archeological mysteries of the world, because it is hard to understand how a race sufficiently intelligent to build and maintain the homes could have been exterminated by the surrounding savages. not be reached up the steep walls of the canyons, and they were tucked back into the mountain, so that rocks rolled over the edge from above would pass by at least fifty feet away from the dwellings. The homes, so developed and sheltered, show that the race which occupied them had reached a comparatively high degree of civilization-much higher than the civilization attained by any other aboriginal inhabitants of North America. How and why they disappeared, is one of the unsolved mysteries of the American continent. Achievement-not the sort that is usually heralded to the world, but the sort that is the result of a terrible struggle within the individual himself, is emphatically the key-note of three brief but significant articles in September ILLUSTRATED WORLD. They are stories told first hand by persons who have fought pernicious habits that not only gravely endangered their efficiency as workers but that also imperiled their health. These three little confessional stories are singularly gripping and impressive. |