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"A Nightmare in the Daytime”—Page 8. /ml w« statej? VOL UML TWO. •AIUJiSER WHAT WE THINK OF WHAT WE SEE A Pennsylvania woman has written to one of the papers asking why her hens will not lay. It is wonderful how some people persist in going away off somewhere to find what they want. How the editor of a paper in a great and bustling city can tell a woman in some quiet rural community far removed from the circle of his personal knowledge just why her hens have gone on a strike, is more than we can determine. The natural impulse of a right thinking poultry raiser would be to inquire of the hens themselves. We wonder if President Roosevelt will denounce as ‘‘Nature faking” the story reported from Brooklyn of a child falling from a third story win dow who was saved from death by the fact that he was holding in his arms a Teddy bear and fell upon it, breaking the force with which he would otherwise have landed upon the pavement. But then if the child had been playing with a diplodo cus he would not have fallen in the first place. Diplodocuses have a natural aptitude for taking care of children. The Republicans have always expressed great contempt for James Buchanan, the last of the ba fore-the-war constitutional presidents, but they have better reason now than ever before, since the dis covery of a letter written by him in 1859, in which he declines to accept a free railroad pass because be had conscientious scruples against it. There was a man who lived before his time. How many leg islators of a year ago would have paid strong mon ey to get hold of a similar letter written by them selves about the time Buchanan wrote his! at at A North Carolina contemporary contains an ac count of a mail carrier living within the circle of its influence who can eat live coals with impunity and a spoon. He carries his spoon with him, pre pared ito eat live coals for all comers at five cents per. If he gets away with the coal, the nickel is his for keeps. He has recently posted an offer stating that for the modest sum of one dollar he would allow a spoonful of molten lead poured into his mouth and would allow it to cool there, return ing the solid piece to the owner. The account closes with the query: “What can the Devil do with such a man?” Should it become necessary, we believe he could do enough. Had it not been for the firm resolution and strong common sense of relatives, a Polish wed ing in Chester, Pa., would not have occurred as scheduled, last week. It appears that a we'hlb* is an occasion of some importance under Polish customs, and a large supply of refreshments, both liquid and solid, had been provided to make this ATLANTA, GA., JULY 11, 1907. Sy A. E. RAMS A UR, Managing Editor. one a success. The hour was set and arrived. Th groom, with the priest, was “waiting at the church”; relatives and friends were gathered in festal array; the refreshments were in when at the eleventh hour the bride decided she would not wed. Arguments, expostulations and tears proved of no avail, and it began to seem that the guests would have to disperse without enjoy ing the feast. This contingency was not to be en dured, so four husky male relatives picked up the bride, placed her in a cab and had her driven to the church, where the ceremony took place in due and proper form. The feast was all that it prom ised to be, and all parties concerned are happy. We have noted many complaints recently over the increased cost of living. Salaries have, in the main, remained just as they were years ago, ex cept those of Congressmen. Prices on all the nec essities of life have been climbing steadily, and consequently the purchasing value of the dollar has gone down; but we were not prepared to read the statement of a paragrapher that the gold dollar was in reality only a fifty cent dollar and that if things keep going it would soon look like thirty cents. That may seem bright, viewed from certain angles, but it is so, so far from the truth, we shudder to contemplate what that young man is coming to. No gold dollar ever looked like thirty cents; no gold dollar ever will. During the past few years they have been steadily looking larger to us. First they were about the size in general appearance of a buggy wheel; then they grew to the circumference of the driving wheel of a Cor liss engine, and the other night the rising moon, which is some thousands of miles in diameter, ap pealed to us as just about the size of the last dol lar we saw. But that was long ago. Memory may be over-generous in its estimates. W * It has been said that the mule never dies; that he lives to a ripe age and then undergoes a trans mutation into some beautiful form of insect life, thus continuing a career of usefulness to the sons of men. Out in Missouri flourish the most perfect mules on earth. So exemplary are they that many of their attributes are copied by their human fel low citizens, and mules, people and all alike have to be “shown” on every occasion. Such a place has the mule attained in that commonwealth that quarantine and capital punishment laws have been spread upon the statute books. In fact there is a special section of the Code devoted mainly to mules and immigration. Pursuant to these pro visions, a mule was recently executed at Kansas City. It cost the commonwealth of Missouri nine teen dollars. The facts were these: A Mr. Van Hooser had a mule named Lady Janett, twenty seven years of age, who was discovered by the State Veterinary to be suffering from glanders, a disease mainly confined to the mule race. The mal ady was 'too far advanced for vaccination, so Lady Janett was condemned to death. The matter was made to appear to the Court made and provided for such cases. Two appraisers were duly appoint ed, visited the mule and appraised her at ten dol lars. The Deputy Sheriff then repaired to the scene and shot poor Lady Janett. So the bill was composed of the following items: Appraisal, $4; Shooting, $5; Paid to owner, $10; Total, sl9. There is no mention of the undertaker’s fee. A complete report of the proceedings, including the court orders, the appraisers’ report, a photo-en gravure of Lady Janett, and resolutions of regret will be forwarded to Governor Folk who will prop erly approve them and they will be filed in the archives. Sic transit gloria muli. * H The way Mr. Rockefeller was treated the other day by coarse and unfeeling court officials, the im pertinence with which they pried into his private matters, and the rudeness they exhibited in wish ing to know how he got hold of some of his money, make us fear for the conditions which we foresee approaching in this country. A land where the rich are mistreated and forced to submit to pro cesses of the law just as common people do, cannot long endure. Something bad will grow out of it, mark our words. Mr. Rockefeller is naturally re tiring in his disposition, never more so than when deputy sheriffs are trying to serve him with a subpoena requiring his appearance in court. So, recently, when the Standard Oil investigation was going forward, he retired to his son-in-law’s home, where it was quiet and where he could meditate upon the high themes which constitute his daily thoughts. Officers approached the home, but Mr. Rockefeller’s son-in-law, being because of his rela tionship, superior to the canons of truth governing ordinary mortals, stated that Father was not there, had not been there and wasn’t coming until the late fall. The officers went away —just as they should have done. It ill becomes an officer of this Gov ernment to doubt the word of a man of that sta tion. But one of them was a rude, hard-head*d. brutal man —probably not a typical American, probably a recent immigrant—who had a psychic nudge that Uncle Jawn was around; so he went back, and sure enough he was! And the process was served and Mr. Rockefeller was forced to waste several hours of his valuable time answer ing annoying questions in a common court room, overheated by the unpleasantly large numbers of hoi polloi assembled there out of vulgar curiosity. There should be steps taken to prevent the recur rence of this outrage. Our rich men must be pro tected. Let Chancellor Day denounce it, and all good citizens join in protest. TWO DOLL AUS A YEAH. FIVE CENTS A COPY.