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LADIES OF THE CABINET.
They Get Along Well Together and
Have Lots of Fun.
Mrs. Cleveland’s Domestic Virtues.
The Homes of the Cabinet Ladies
Are Thoroughly American and En
glish Butlers and French Cooks Find
No Foothold There.
(Copyright.)
Washington, Aug. 18.—No one appre
> Is les the power of the social element in
optics so much as the wives of nominees
or 0.1.ce. It is idle to say that women
ba eno part in the government when all
. e time this power behind the throne is
at work upon the very vitals of the na
tion
Many’ a man has been sent to the legis
lature because his wife is agoodcook, and
there are whispers to the effect that
Grover Cleveland would never have been
re-elected had not his wife won so many
friends by reason of the charming social
qualities which she displayed during his
first term.
Be that as it mat, Washington society
would not be what it is without Mrs.
Cleveland and the ladies of the cabinet.
In no city of the United States other
than Washington could nine ladies be se
lected from any social circle who would
represent so many sections of the country.
North, south, east and west, have each
a place. The group is a fair typet>f Wash
ington's official society. Not one of its
members is a Washingtonian.
Tiie Empire state is particularly well
represented. Mrs. Cleveland, Mrs. La
mont and Mrs. Bissell are all New York
ers. In point of numbers, however, the
south might be supposed to “hold the
balance of power,” were it not that the
• poise of the group is so equable that there
is no suggestion of power. Mrs. Gresham
is a native Kentuckian, although the old
Kentucky home is but a memory of child
hood, as her parents removed to Indiana
in her early youth, and western associa
tions have rather gained the ascendency
over southern nativity in the formation
of her character. Mrs. Carlisle still calls
Kentucky home, notwithstanding her
long residence In Washington. Mrs. Hoke
Smith is a Georgian of the Georgians, and
Miss Herbert is proudly claimed by Ala
bama. The east and west have typical
representatives in Mrs. Olney of Massa
chusetts and Miss Morton of Nebraska.
Although they are the acknowledged
leaders of Washington’s official society,
they are by no means giddy social butter
flies. It is not an unusual circumstance,
even in the hight of the social season, to
encounter the cabinet ladies at market,
and they go with a provident purpose and
not merely for “fun.” The truth is that
they have very little time for fun with
out a purpose. They are, in fact, a circle
of “homely women” in the good old-fash
ioned sense of the phrase. Their social
duties are performed with a grace that
indicates pleasure in the performance,
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Mrs Mftrtnn M"' Oln ® y ' t * Gresham ’ ’ MrS ' Smith ’ Mrs. Bissell.
Mrs. Morton. Mrs. Lamont. Mr?. Cleveland. Mrs. Carlisle. Miss. Herbert.
but It is very evident to those that have ’
a privileged intimacy that Mrs. Cleve
land and her social assistants find their
greatest pleasure in their own homes.
That they are ladies who delight to do
each other honor is apparent from the
round of strictly cabinet dinners and
luncheons in which they have indulged
• during the past season. The movement
, was inaugurated by the regulation din
ner which it has been customary for the
President to tend to his cabinet ministers
and their wives since the early days of I
the republic. Each minister and his I
wife reciprocated with a dinner in honor
of the President and Mrs, Cleveland; the
other members of the cabinet, with their
respective wives and tho guests of
their households being the only 'ones
bidden to these feasts. Early in the sea
son Mrs. Cleveland gave a lynch eon to
the cabinet ladies, which was succeeded
by a series of luncheons tendered by
each of the others in town. At all of
the white house receptions and at most of
the state banquets, the cabinet ladies
are in attendance to assist Mrs. Cleve
land.
The social functions commence with !
the public reception at the white house ■
on New Year’s day, which is attended by •
whoever is so minded, provided always 1
that such persons are of decorous de
meanor. The number availing themselves
of the privilege swells to thousands, it
is followed by a succession of receptions
to which cards of invitation are issued,
but which nevertheless, are each a crush.
The cabinet ladies stand in line at the
right of the President, and have a gra
cious smile of welcome for each passing
guest. Mrs. Cleveland gives a hearty
handshake to each person, be he black,
white or Iridian red, but a like cordial
greeting on the part of the assistants
wduld consume too much time, and time
is a consideration on these occasions.
From the Wednesday after the New
Year to the commencement of the lenten
season the cabinet ladies bold receptions
in their own homes each Wednesday, to
which the general public have the entree.
Throngs attend these receptions. The
members of the diplomatic corps, the Jus
tices of the supreme court, senators, rep
resentatives and the ladies of their re
spective households are bound by official
etiquette to be present at each of these
receptions at least once during the season.
Army and navy residents swell the lists
of callers, which are rounded out to im
mense proportions by transient visitors
to Washington. The majority of the
guests are sightseers and are personally
unknown to the hostesses, who, if they
find these heterogeneous receptions a try-
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ing ordeal never betray the fact, but
"smile and smile,” and to all intents ate
"delighted to meet” each new-comer.
The public receptions are but an item
of the social demands upon Mrs. Cleve
land and her fair cabinet assistants. An
interchange of visits, outside the cabinet
circle, is not required of Mrs. Cleveland,
but she responds to many appeals to ap
pear as patroness of entertainments in
behalf of charitable enterprises, and she
is very courteous in according special ap
pointments to ladies of the official circle
who have visiting friends desirous ot
being presented to her. Requests for
these special receptions are very numer
ous and her amiability in the matter has
won her many admiring friends.
The cabinet ladies are not exempt from
making calls, although their “liability is
limited.” Dinners, luncheons, musicales,
ana merry-making of all descriptions are
en rengle with them, in acknowledgment
of entertainments tendered to them, and
thev- have few moments during the sea
son that they may call their own. Not
withstanding the innumerable demands
upon her time and attenfXT. Mrs. Cleve
land devotes a portion or each day to her
little daughters. She is a believer in
out-door life for babies, and when they
are at the white house little Ruth and
Esther quite live in the private grounds.
Rough winds and lowering skies seem to
have no terrors for them; only actual
stormy weather keeps them in doors.
Mrs. Cleveland often runs out to assure
herself of their well-being, and almost
every day the President takes a few mo
ments from work for a walk with Mrs.
Cleveland and the babies in the white lot.
After school hours the Lamont children
frequently drive over in their pretty pony
cart. The diminutive pony is evidently a
trustworthy animal, for all the little ones
climb into the cart together and have
many a merry turn around the grounds.
There is always a policeman on duty in
the white lot when the children are there
apd judging from the assiduous attention
paid to them—and their attendant maids
—the guardian of the peace detailed for
that duty does not deem it an especial
hardship.
THE WEEKLY NEWS (TWO-TIMES-A-WEEK:) MONDAY, AUGUST 20, 1894.
Mrs. Cleveland, Mrs. Lamont, Mrs.
Bissel, and Mrs. Smith are all vonng
mothers, and doubtless they find a few
moments every time they meet to com
pare the latest infantile achievements—
or ailments—as the case may be. Miss
Herbert, as the aunt of a much admired
member of the Herbert household, the in
fant son of her sister, Mrs. Micou, is not
to be ignored in baby lore, and Mrs.
Gresham, Mrs. Carlisle, and Mrs. Olney,
having reared families of their own can
listen to the baby talk with the com-
placency born of the superior wisdom of
experience, which wisdom, no doubt, is
frequently called into requisition in the
form of valued advice. With so many
common and sympathetic interests the
little circle has resolved itself into a
group of warm friends, wherein a spirit
of harmony exists not always to be found
in purely' social circles.
The homes of the cabinet ladies are as
thoroughly American as are the fair
dames who preside over them. English
butlers and French cooks have not ob
tained a foothold in any of them. In fact
their mistresses rather pride themselves
on maintaining the tradition and custom
of the section of the country from which
they come, in witness whereof are Mrs.
Hoke Smith’s Georgia dinners, and Miss
Herbert’s peep of Alabama life in her en
tertainments. The Carlisles are the only
members of the cabinet who own their
residence. The Greshams have apart
ments at a notel. The Herberts have a
rambling, old-fashioned house, not qnite
within the limits of tbe fashionable quar
ter of the town, but -it is a charming
home, nevertheless. There are many
much more pretentious establishments in
ashington than the homes of these rep
resentative American women, but there
are none in which the indications of good
taste and refinement are more evident.
The white house is far from an ideal
abode, and it is certain that Mrs. Cleve
land is much more comfortably, and. pre
sumably, more elegantly installed in any
of her numerous private residences than
she is in the executive mansion. There is
little opportunity for the display of indi
viduality in the adornment of the rooms,
and in the state apartment there is a sug
gestion of a government institution a
trifle at variance with artistic taste. The
chiefesi charm of the old mansion lies in
its historic associations.
The last reunion of Mrs. Cleveland and
her social assistants before the summer
Sittings was when they were photo
graphed . two days before Mrs. Cleveland
departed for Grey Gables. The artist
was singularly fortunate in the disposition
of the gioupe and in catching a happy ex-
pression on each face, and the photo
graph has the unqualified approval of
the verj’ many admirers of tnis “Groupe
of Noble Dames.” The single picture of
Mrs. Cleveland, made at the same time
and therefore the latest that has been
made, is pronounced by her friends to be
be the best in existence.
Harriet Henry.
Before he was made a Baronet the physi
cian of the Duchpss of York had an income
of 475.000 a year. But it is said that he will
now have an income of 4125,000.
A QUEER CATCH.
No Telling Whether It Was a Snark
or a Guyascutus.
From the Chicago Record.
When business is dull S. J. Kuflewski
leaves his drug store at 1333 West Twenty-
Second street in charge of an assistant,
puts on his old trousers and runs out to
Mud lake for a little Ashing. Usually be
is content with bullheads or sunfish, but
yesterday afternoon he was after cray
fish, otherwise known as crabs. He
waded about in the'shallows, overturning
stones and catching the shellfish in bis
hands. He was trying to overturn a large
stone in the hope of making a good ‘-find”
when he felt a slimy something trying to
wriggle from his grasp. Kuflewski man
aged to hold the slippery creature and
threw it on the grass.
He looked at the catch with staring
eyes. It was not a fish, nor was it a
lizard but to all appearances a cross be
tween the two. It was eighteen inches
long and its body was about two inches
thick. Its head was flat like a fish's and
and the tail might also have belonged to
a fish. Instead of fins it had four legs
resembling a lizard’s. The ears were
the most prominent part of the animal.
There we six of them in all, flower
shaped with petalous edges, fringed with
a kind of grayish seaweed, which gave
them a most odd appearance when in
motion. The body of the animal was as
lithe and slimy as that of an eel. The
general color was dark stone gray on the
upper side of the body, while the belly
was light blue.
After the druggist had recovered from
his astonishment he carfully wrapped the
creature in his handkerchief and brought
it to the store. Soon the news of the
capture spread and all the fishermen of
that neighborhood came trooping into the
store to tell Kuflewski what he had
caught. But it baffled them. More than
400 persons saw the thing in the course of
the afternoon and no one could say what
it was.
A MODERN MUSICALE.
Bab’s Painful Experience at a Fin-de-
Siecle Summer Resort.
Five Dollars and Eighty-seven Cents
Was All That Was Realized, and Yet
Seven Ladies Stated Confidentially
That Each Had Given a Dollar, and
Several More That Fifty Cents Was
Their Contribution—Children May
Be Well Springs of Pleasure, but
They Should Be Limited Wise
Words to Mothers.
At a Quiet Boarding House, The Olive
Arms. Aug. 18.—It came about in the
natural course of events that we should
have what is known, as a musicale. By
the by, I have always noticed that the
less music there is the more earnest are
the promoters of such schemes in calling
it by the highest sounding name possible.
Ours, it was announced, was to bring
forth the talent of the house, and quite
incidentally to take up a collection to buy
coral beads and Bibles for the heathen.
The promoter said that first of all we
must have something to amuse the chil
dren. As I have old-fashioned ideas on
the subject of children, and believe that
7 o’clock should see them in bed, I didn’t
altogether approve of this. But then I
wasn’t running the affair. All I had to
do was form part of the audience and
give my donation. '
SHADOW PICTURES OF ALL THINGS.
On the night of the musicale—it is re
quested that you give a prolonged sound
to the last syllable—it rained. The au
dience arrived in rubbers, in traps of
various kinds, and under umbrellas vary
ing in age and size. They—the listeners
—were somewhat difficult to seat, but
after all of the children had been put in
front, the remainder dispersed itself
wherever its frocks would show best, or
its young man be within nearest reach.
We. were informed that we would be
amused by some shadow pictures. This
was a base fabrication from way back.
We weren’t amused at all. The chil
dren were all frightened, a looking-glass
was broken, and I think the girl who is
going to get the seven years’ bad luck,
deserves it, because she was the insti
gator of the aforesaid pictures. I never
can understand why women will go out
of the way to make monkeys of them
selves.' In many instances the good Lord
has saved them the trouble. But that a
presumably sane person of the sex known
as fair should indulge in horse-play, and
make a general donkey of herself, con
vinces me more than ever that a limited
suffrage is what we need.
After the pictures had done their worst
we were told that
LITTLE MARGUERITE MOROCCO 1
would play for us. Marguerite, I may
mention, i’s a long-legged specimen of
about 12 years. In looking at her, you
are conscious of only two things—one is
her mouth and the other is her legs. Her
legs have a fashion of running riot all
over the place, and whenever a child is
missing, or there is a search for a lost
dog, people look first for these legs, and
then trace up whatever is gone. It is
said that a large mouth is an evidence of
great affection; if that is true.
Marguerite will love all her fellow
creatures, and everything that is
alive, for her mouth, like a clamshell
in shape, extends placidly from one ear to
the other, and when she yawns vou won
der if she swallowed a baby. The chil
dren all applaud her appearance, and the
future female Paderewski was heard in
an undertone to tell one of the boys to
“Shut up!” Then she began. She gave
us “Daisy Beil” with many variations,
and when this was applauded, began to
play something that sounded like the
scales: here she broke down, and had to
be conducted out in tears because a boy
was making faces at her. We liked Mar
guerite, but only as a memory.
THE TALE OF A DUET.
The next on the list was one of those
beautiful love songs, dedicated exclusively
to two people who are wrapped up, meta
phorically, in each other. In this case the
young woman, who was rather fair to
look upon, was joining her voice to that
of a young man who looked neither fair
nor brave. He wasn’t quite as tall as
she. but what he lacked in bight he
made up in mustache; this was thick,
stubby and greased with something that,
even at a distance, smelt like sassafras.
His hair was parted on one side, and a
curly lock reposed on his manly brow,
and these two loved each other. They
sang off the same sheet of music, and this
was about the way the song
went. The piano would go “Tin
kle. tinkle tinkle,” and then in a
very high voice she responded to it by
singing, “Love, love, love.” and he would
come in very deep and answer with
“Heart, heart, heart.” Sometimes it
would be varied, and the piano would be
very deep, she would go low as if she were
sobbing, be would go high as if he were
yelling, “Fire,” and then somebody in the
audience would say, “That is real music.”
Everybody felt so much interested in this
performance, that an encore resulted, and
then he sang something alone about a gal
lant lover who died for her, and she came
in on the chorus about a noble maid who
lived for him. Whichever way you fix it,
she got the better, because she could live
and be a widow, while he would be where
he expressed such a desire to go—in the
cold ground.
"VOGNER” AND LEMONADE.
Then we had a selection on the violin—
I must mention that we have a great deal
of home talent. I haven’t anything
against the young man that played the
violin—he was graduated at Princeton,
and is studying medicine—but I did feel
sorry for the fiddle itself. He made it
squeak and howl and bring out frightful
yells, and act altogether as if it were pos
sessed of various demons. Then when he
got through, he said the piece was by
Wagner. He called it “Vogner,” which,
of course, showed at once what a great
musician he was, and how little we knew.
After this there came lemonade. It
was needly sadly. I never before knew
just how much a small boy could take.
One. to my certain knowledge, drank
seven turn olers empty, and I never saw
him return the glass, consequently lam
forced to believe that he swallowed it. It
is a dreadful thing to see a magnificent
thirst like this wasted on a small boy.
The remainder of the programme was
literary. A lady who doesn’t believe in
corsets, or anything that is frivolous,
cheered us -by reading a poem called
“The Hearse,” calculated to harrow the
feelings of any mothers present, and to
give nightmares to nervous women. For
tunately for me I can say, as Sidney
Smith did, that, though 1 may ride an
occasional nightmare. I don’t keep a sta
ble of them, so I was spared. Then the
wit of the house, the funny man, told an
ecdotes and Conundrums, and made us
more conscious of the fact that he had
been born out of his time, and that he
ought to have lived when even stupid
fools were accepted at courts. After this
came the collection. It was a curious
thing, but everybody hid what they nut
in. .Nobody wished to make another feel
badly if she couldn’t give as much as her
neighbor. To my certain knowledge seven
ladies said confidently that each had given
a dollar, a number told me that they had
given 50 cents, and yet when the money
was counted there was only $5.87 for the
coral beads and Bibles. I don’t pretend
to understand it, but then Iw as never
good at arithmetic.
After the collection we
RETURNED TO THE PIANO,
and a lady who keeps it in order by prac
ticing all day gave us a selection. I never
heard where it was from, but a young
man near me said that Dante heard it
just before he returned to Florence,
while he was visiting in a place that po
lite people don’t mention. This lady
played all over. Her body shook, her
feet worked first on one pedal and then
09 the other, her hands danced up and
down, and the piano shook as if fright
ened out of its senses. We all felt that
this was high art, and when the per
former made her bow, the audience ap
plauded rapturously, and every woman
took an opportunity later on to say to the
fair goddess of music. “I enjoyed it so
much I could not give you vulgar ap
plause.” And she smiled and bowed as
if she had never heard this said before.
At last the musicale ended, and we went
to bed, and an hour later I heard two old
darkies singing some plantation songs,
ana the amount of feeling they threw in
the words, and the sweetness of their
voices, would not, I am afraid, have been
as much appreciated by the performers
of the musicale as it was by me, yet it
brought tears to my eyes.
WHY THERE WERE NO TABLEAUX.
Before the musicale there had been a
thought of having tableaux, but, owing
to the fact that every girl in the house
wanted to stand with her best young
man in the pesition of the “Huguenot
Lovers,” it had to be given up. Un
doubtedly, it would have been interesting
to have had a succession of the same
pictures, though it might have proved to
be monotonous. One wicked young man
was more than anxious to do it, for, as
he put itj, he wanted to see how many
different kinds of a fool young men in
love could make of themselves. Getting
up entertainments at summer places is
about as thankless a job as any one
ever undertook. In the first place, the
number of infant prodigies who are will
ing to exhibit is wonderful, and the num
ber of indignant mammas who announce
that they will leave the house unless
their children are in the show is equally
great. Certainly, it is beautiful to see
young people, especially very young ones,
devoted to music and literature, but one
can’t but wonder why they don’t try
their ability on
AN AUDIENCE OF DOGS
rather than on one of human beings.
Because my baby daughter happens to
drum out a popular tune on the piano,
and my son and heir accompanies her
on the mouth organ, is that any reason
why I must indict their accomplishments
on my neighbor? If a visiting niece of 10
is given over to saying smart things, shall
my day be spent in retailing them to my
neighbor who is interested in her novel?
Have you, or I, or anybody else any right
whatever to foist bad music, worse sing
ing and tiresome stories on the world at
large? Not the slightest. Your children
or mine are interesting to us,
but unless they are quiet and polite and
kept out of the way, the world at large
finds them very troublesome. That a
mother should love her child and feel
proud of her is onlj r human, but that she
should expect every other woman to
share her feeling is ridiculous. Children
cease to be children and cease to be
lovable when they are developed into
bores by being put on exhibition. Os
course, it, is the mothers who are to
blame; but the world does not always
stop to consider that.
OH, FOB REALLY GOOD CHILDREN.
I like a good child, but rather than see
one that is connected with me bother peo
ple by asking questions, giving them
headaches by banging on the piano, or
making them wish that poets had never
lived by giving recitations, I would con
duct that child upstairs and out-Herod
Herod by cutting its head off. Undoubt
edly a child is a well-spring of pleasure;
but the world at large, off for the sum
mer, wishes, very often, that that spring
was dry. Teach children to be polite, to
be happy and to be children; not inter
ested in what their elders are saying, not
tiresome prigs or juvenile gossips, but
healthy, happy children. That is the
sort you like, isn’t it? And that is the
variety admired by Bab.
A SSAKfnr HIS TROUSERS.
Did Not Care to Occupy Them With a
Deadly Copperh ad,
• From the Philadelphia Record.
Woodbridge, N. J., Aug. 10.—David
Ayres of this place had a thrilling expe
rience last night, which he will not for
get to his dying day. For the past week
he has been engaged in painting the barn
of Peter Nelson, at Ford’s Corners, three
miles from here. At noon he took off his
trousers and donned a pair of overalls.
The trousers were thrown carelessly on a
pile of hay.
When he returned to the barn at night
fall to don his trousers he was some
what surprised to find something ob
structed his progress. He gave a fierce
tug. and was horror-struck to see a large
copperhead snake poke his head out of
the waistband. He got out of the trousers
as quickly as possible, and lied, calling
for help.
The snake disappeared in the hay, and
later when. Nelson went ottt to the barn,
he found his pet spaniel. Tip, lying dead.
The dog nad attempted to drive the
snake out and had lost its life. The body
was swollen to abnormal ske from the
egects of the poison.
JOKES OF THE SIGNERS.
While Adding Their Names to the Deo
laration the Continentals Laughed.
From the Chicago Herald.
The signing of the declaration of inde
pendence was a solemn act. The signers
were subjects of King George, and their
act was treason. If the king could hdve
caught them he would have hanged them
every one, and this they knew; but, ac
cording to the traditions that have come
down to us. this knowledge did not deter
certain of them from relieving the
solemnity of the occasioh with the nat
ural flow of their wit and humor. The
remarks attributed to them are not ex
actly authenticated by history, but they
are too good to be believed. It is said
that when John Hancock affixed his bold
autograph he remarked: “The English
men will have no difficulty in reading
w^en Franklin signed, he
said, “Now, we must all hang together or
, U hang separately,” and that
Charles Carrollof Carrollton, when asked
why he wrote his place of residence, re
pliea that there was another Charles
Carroll and he didn’t want them to hang
the wrong man.
The most enthusiastic advocate of the
great measure and the one who led the
debate in its support was John Adams of
Massachusetts, and when the declaration
was adopted he wrote to his wife in these
prophetic words: “This will be the most
memorable epoch in the history of
America; celebrated by descending gen
erations as the great anniversary festival,
commemorated as the day of deliverance
by solemn acts of devotion to God
Almighty; solemnized with pomps, shows,
games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires and il
luminations from one end of the continent
to the other, from this time forward,
forever.”
Os all eloquent words uttered regard
ing the declaration of independence by
the orators of the generations which
have succeeded its inception no more im
pressive sentence was ever spoken than
one pronounced by Ralph Waldo Emer
son in an address delivered in Boston
during the civil war. Referring to a con
temptuous characterization of the declara
tion by a certain political speaker ha
said: “We have been told that the decla
ration of independence is a glittering
generality; it is an eternal übiquity.”
Among America's later statesmen no
one entertained a more exalted regard
for the declaration, or more persistently
emphasized its important relation to leg
islation, than Charles Sumner. He al
ways held that the constitution should
be interpreted in the spirit of the declar
ation. He said: “The declaration of in
dependence has a supremacy grander
than that of the constitution, more sacred
and inviolable, for it gives the law to the
constitution. Every word in the consti
tution is subordinate to the declaration.
The declaration precedes the constitu
tion time and it is more elevated in char
acter. The constitution is an earthly
body, if you please; the declaration of
independence is the very soul itself.”
'A HORSE THIEF IN PETTIOOATB.
After Many Escapes “Tom King” Is
Captured in Kansas.
From the Philadelphia Record.
Guthrie, O. T., Aug, B.—After many
jail breakings. Mrs. Flora Mundis, alias
“Tom King,” the notorious female horse
thief, has been captured at Fredonia,
Kan. There are a score of charges against
her, and Gov. Lowe has issued requisition
papers on Gov. Lewelling of Kansas.
“Tom King” is a handsome young lady
of about 22 years, with a voice like the
dove and an eye that knows no deceit.
She is a quarter-blood Cherokee Indian,
and many relatives live near Springfield,
Mo. Her operations in the territory have
been extensive and her captures frequent,
but she has never been brought to trial.
About a year and a half ago she was
arrested for complicity in the Wharton
train robberies, after being held in the
Guthrie jail some time, unaccountably
escaped. A while later she was held in
the Oklahoma City jail and thence es
caped. For three months of last year she
was in the new jail of Canadian county,
and her trial was to have taken place in
the district court in December.
• A few nights before the day fixed for
trial, however, she walked out the door
of the jail dressed in her ordinary female
clothing. Outside of the door the skirts
disappeared and a good-looking man, ap
parently, bestrode a convenient horse and
rode safely out of town. The deputy
sheriff disappeared at the same time and
is believed to have helped her to escape.
Sixteen to One.
The Dalton (Ga.) Argus tells of one
family in Georgia that believes in the
coinage of woman at the ratio of 16 to 1.
Os seventeen children, sixteen are girl*
and one is a boy.
Mrs. Youngblood (to orchestra leader at
summer hotel)—What was that long, dreary
thing you just played?
Leader-Dot vas vrom Vogner.
Mrs. Youngblood—lt was not pretty.
Leader—ld vas not indended to be Harlem
Life.
Those Needless Questions.— Briggs—Hello,
Wilkins, mowing your lawn?
Wilkins—Tut! Os course not. This la my
safety razor, and I’m cutting coupons with
it.”—Harper’s Weekly.
MEDICAL
THEY DO?!’T ACREE.
fiat. JF
Pond’s Extract— Jersey Mosquito—,
small size. Have ’em small size. Have ’eta
bigger. For much bigger.
INSTANT RELIEF
from
Sting of mosquito ;
from BITES
Heat of SUNBURN
IT IS
—— —, >um The universally rec-
COOLINC ognized Specific for
REFRESHING PILES. (Seedirection.
HEALING with bottle.)
For all External Wounds and
Inflamed Surfaces a Wonderful r
Healer.
. Bathe the Aching Head or
the Swollen Feet with POND'S
EXTRACT. What comfort! •
When the mosquitoes send substitutes to do
their work, then use something else “just as
good ’’ in place of Pond's Extract. But when
the mosquitoes come themselves, use nothing
but genuine Pond’s Extract. Made only by
Pond’s Extract Co., 76 Fifth Ave., N.Y.
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