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ll . THE > — \ . / ,X/B i— /PI jßkf ™EBOWw< ■1 Hit' (It JI I ■SsKaCOvt- RJ£ir XSs> * —l —— ——- Xs "' J^rfL— —-Si THE STAT&A VOLUME TWO. KUMPE R TEN. WHAT WE THINK OF WHAT WE SEE ‘‘Every lime a man laffs lie lakes a kink out ov the chain of life, and thus lengthens it.” A movement is being set on foot by a citizen of Atlanta, one of the local papers states, to protect chickens from a cruel custom to which they have been subjected from time imm unori il. It is the way they are carried, head down, it is insisted by the gentleman that this is very painful to the chicken, and that such treatment should be prevent ed by an ordinance, or if necessary, by legislation. There is no doubt that this is a humane view of the situation. Probably many tender hearted and considerate people have, at one time or another, carried chickens that way. It seems so natural to take hold of a chicken by the legs—their physi cal arrangement, their ground plan, as it were, ad mits of this, and naturally, when so held, the head inclines downward. Ass the movement progresses there will doubtless be certain formulae prepared showing the proper way in which a chicken should be held en route from the grocery store homeward. A firm grasp upon the legs with one hand, the oth er hand placed cup-shaped under what may figur atively be termed the bowsprit of the chicken, held at such an elevation as to maintain an even keel, may be adopted as entirely satisfactory to the chicken and all parties concerned; but this presup poses that one has but one chicken and can devote both hands to arranging for its comfort. But sup pose he has besides the chicken a gallon can of coal oil, a box of Quaker oats, a roast, a loaf of bread, some lettuce and a box of strawberries to carry, what solution of the problem can be found? Our faith is firm that with patience and untiring ef fort, the way will be discovered; and we await that time, taking this opportunity to say that the ques tion is an important one, and we yearn for re form. •6 * The unmarried women of Danville, Illinois, have petitioned Council for an ordinance imposing a tax upon bachelors. The bachelors have presented a counter petition asking that a provision be in cluded in the ordinance, that every woman pro posed to, who refuses to accept the matrimonial offer, be subject to a fine of ten dollars. This matter of compulsory matrimony is assuming start ling proportions. We do not think the fine heavy enough to protect the bachelors. A woman who wanted to make a record in the matter of securing proposals, could play the bachelor tn the proposing point, refuse, pay the small fine and go forward; but then how could the luckless man tell what time he would get into the clutches of a stingy woman who would prefer matrimony to financial loss? A rather unique suit has been filed by Joseph Abrahams against the congregation Ahavath Israel of Kingston, N. Y. Mr. Abrahams alleges that he was employed to pray a whole day and he fixes the ATLANTA, GA., APRIL 25, 1907. By A. E. 'RAJTSAUR, Managing Editor. value of his services at ten dollars. The congrega tion has made answer denying that any agreement was made to pay for the prayers. They will at tempt to show’, upon the trial of the issue, that there never was any visible result obtained by the peti tions; in other words, that Mr. Abrahams was una ble to get any connection, and that the considera tion totally failed. *5 * A. damage suit has been tiled in Union, S. C., asking an award of $1,000.50, the fifty cents being for the loss of a hen, and the thousand dollars being the estimated damage through humiliation and lacerated feelings. It appears that a certain lady had a garden in which various tender and suc culent vegetables were flourishing; that she had devoted much time and attention to its cultivation, had gone to much expense in bringing it to a flour ishing condition, and that she discovered the late hen walking about therein and scratching with much earnestness. Each time the hen stood on one foot and raked the other forcibly along the ground in a line parallel to the position occupied by her body, one or more of the plants valuable for table use, was forcibly dislocated from its position and placed, as it were, hors de combat. In short, they were so discouraged that their owner could see at a glance that they would never amount to much for home consumption. Whereupon, the own er of the garden called the hen’s attention to this fact and intimated her desire that the scratching stop, using, it seems, no harsher-language than “shoo,” or words to that effect. This was utter ly disregarded by the hen, who made no motion to indicate that she had heard the remonstrance fur ther than to stand upon the foot first used in scratching, and make a backward motion with the other, similar to the one so objectionable in the first instance. The lady, being annoyed, picked up a stick lying in the garden and threw it at the hen. The stick, unfortunately, contrary to all the tradi tions of female marksmanship, was well aimed, and struck the hen just below the medulla oblongata, causing instant paralysis of the vital functions of her mechanism, which speedily resulted in death. The lady called to her neighbor and threw’ the body over the fence. Over the fence, as every one knows, is out. The late hen’s owner sorrow fully gathered up the remains and prepared them for the table, where they were much enjoyed, but as the hen during her life was a favorite of the whole family and rejoiced in the pet name “Biddy,” the suit has been brought to square things. * M What this country would be without the Univer sity of Chicago and the gentlemen who adorn the chairs of that institution, it is difficult to determine. We cannot bear to contemplate the existence of the race without that source from which to draw knowl edge, inspiration and the peaceful assurance that there is every moment some one there peering into the future, stirring up the spirit world, writing a book or making some effort for the good of the race. Prof. John B. Watson of the University has been for some time impressed with the conviction that animals have a sixth sense not possessed by man. Realizing the importance of this fact, if true, he has been making experiments to determine the question, lie has performed several experiments with a rat. He placed a normal rat in a labyrinth, and it found its way out. Next he destroyed the rat’s senses in turn, the sense of sight, hearing, smell, taste and then finally froze its feet, but each time the rat found its way out. When all this had oc curred the Professor did not hesitate for a moment. He has acquainted the world with his wonderful discovery, and by means of it has been called up higher to join with the other investigators of that magic circle who have written books giving the last word of the Christian Religion and who have photo graphed ghosts and weighed departing souls. A discovery of this nature has naturally set the world agog, but as soon as the shouting and the tumult dies, the Professor may be expected to publish a se ries of computations something like a logarithm ta ble whereby even a layman can possess himself of the uttermost secrets of the members of the animal kingdom. We are impatient for this page of knowl edge to be unrolled before our enraptured gaze. There are stacks of things we want to know. We have often wondered how, even across streams and mountains, the cat comes back. How the wood pecker knows just where to bore down into a dead tree to strike the bugs inside, is somewhat beyond us; how the hen knows where to scratch to find the worm is also shrouded in gloom. But the secret we will first lay bare when we get hold of our table, is just how a hornet, flying straight to a small boy from his nest in a bush, can light on him with his sting first. When you consider the arrangement of a hornet, that is odd, isn’t it? But all things shall be made clear. Patience is all we need. H * It is strange how retribution has trouble in find ing its "way about and how it makes mistakes at times. The news comes to us that Mr. Frank Rocke feller has been buncoed by a man out in Missouri who sold him a “salted” copper mine. He didn’t have it named a fancy name; didn’t even issue any gilt-edged and engraved stock certificates. There was nothing to it except eighteen holes in the ground, which the bold, bad man told Mr. Frank were copper-lined. Investigation showed that there was a mistake in the latter particular, so Mr. Rockefeller is out just two hundred and sixty-five thousand dollars. We feel that a mistake has been made. This dispensation was originally intended for John D., we are quite sure, and in some way went wrong. Mr. Frank Rockefeller is a quiet, un assuming man who never, so far as we know, had a cartoon made of him. John D. ought to come for ward and make good this loss of his brother’s. 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