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ANDERSON & WALLIS, Proprietors-
Thanksgiving Day. I
IflieB the orchards with blossom* are blushing, j
j1, c w inow 8 unrolling their leaves,
4ud the fields the tender wheat fleshing,
That soon would be waving with Bbeaves,
ijot then went the toller to labor,
The task of subduing 1I10 earth,
ft ith tho sound of the pl|>e and tha tabor,
With anthems of joyance and mirth.
Nor yot when processional flower*
Passed on through the light or the gloom,
Aben the vivid and picturesque hoar*
Laughed out in a splendor of bloom.
When the oriole, royal and golden,
Flashes lorth like a jem in the sun,
Still man by stern duly was holden,
Not yet was the victory won.
When the vines on the trellis was burdened
With clusters all purple and sweet,
When the hand of the worker was guerdoned
With bounty ol harvests complete ;
When wide over mountain and valley
The banners of autumn, unfurled
In a vast and magnificent rally,
Shod lustre and pomp o'er the world ; —
Then, pausing to think of the eloiy
Of promise, fulfillment and cheer,
Ihe hope and the faith and the glory,
The crown of the beautiful year,
From the stress of our care-weighted living,
The strain of our hurrying day*,
We break and uplift a thanksgiving
To God, who is worthy of praise.
And what if the stoitns lie before us,
The days that are wesry and cold,
Since the love that is vigilant o’er us
Guards ever the young and the old,
Still answers the ea. nest endeavor
With more than a measu-od renarl,
And suffers our weariness never
To slip from the grasp of the Lor!.
So, 6 ilvere<l-hair«d father and rr.omer,
So, middle-aged sturdy arid strong,
So, dear little sister and brother,
Joiu voices and hearts in the song ;
To the sound of tlio pipe and the mhor
Weave chorals of gladness an I mirth
For the loiler may rest from hi* lutior,
Amt plenty butb dowered tbn earth
JACK’S MISTAKE
A THANKSGIVING STORY.
“IVe muat try to keep Thanksgiving
Day after a fashion,” sighed Mrs.
Spikenard to her daughter Florella;
"though, to be sure, two poor chickens
ami a bought pie won’t be much of a
dinner.
"How different it used to be in the
country, where we used to kill the
fattest gobbler in the flock for Thanks¬
giving dinner, and made pumpkin
pies with scuds of fresh eggs and rich
milk in ’em ! An’ fur vegetables, we
had sweet potatoes, an’ squash, an’
pickled cabbage, an’— But, law 1 it’s
different in the city—that, is, if you
ain’t made of money ! The markets
are lined with turkeys an’ fowls of all
kinds, an’ vegetables by the wagon¬
load; but it takes a forehin to get ’em
a’most. 1 givethirty-five cents fur them
two pore-lookin’ chickens, an’ ten
fur that little measure of turnips. 1
did want to git a few cramfcerries fur
aass, but Jack bad sot his heart on
havin’ a pie, so I got one.”
Mrs. Spikenard shook her bead as
she turned over the contents of the
little worn market-basket on the
kitchen table.
“Oh, we can make quiet a nice din¬
ner of these,” said Florella, lifting up
the chickens; “and I have a nickel
left, We can buy a dish of jelly with
it. I walked home to-night, and saved
it on purpose.”
“But it won’t seem quite* like a
Thanksgiving dinner unless we have
some one to help us eat it,” persisted
Mrs. Spikenard. “I’ve all us been used
to havin’the house full on Thanks¬
giving Day, an’ it don’t seem jest right
to set down an’ eat what we’ve got all
by ourselves.”
"There’s old Mr. Barber, that lives
up in the third story,” suggested Flor¬
ida. “He’s as poor as we are, if not
poorer. Suppose we ask him to eat
dinner with us?”
“Why, to-be-sure,” said her mother,
brightening up. “I’ll send Jack up
to ask him as soon as he comes in.”
The Spikenards occupied two tiny
rooms in the back part of a respectable
three story house in Cote Brilliante.
The rooms were small and not very
comfortable, to-be-sure, but they were
decent and cheap, and poor as they
were it took about all Florella could
earn as “saleslady,” in a commercial
house down town, to pay the rent and
buy food, fuel and clothing for herself,
ber mother, and elght-year-old Jack,
who went to school, and wore out
more jackets and trowsers than he
was worth, so his mother declared.
Jack soon came in from the bakery,
where he had been sent for a loaf of
bread, and was at once dispatched to
invite old Mr. Barber to the Thanks¬
giving dinner the next day.
Mrs. Spikenard was setting the ta¬
ble for supper, and Florella was cut
b-ng the loaf of bread, when he came
running back.
‘All right, mother! Mr. Barclay
says he’ll come.”
“Mr. Barclay!” cried Florella.
"Mr. Barclay 1 ” shrieked the widow.
“Dh, .Tack, yop never)asked him!''
^ cs, I did,” declared Jack, boldly.
“Why, you told me to ask, bioo I”
She U
COVINGTON, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 18, 1885.
“I said Mr. Garber, you dreadful
boy! And now, What are we going to
dor
Flerella began to cry.
“Two little chickens as big as par¬
tridges, and a few miserable turnips
and a pie. Oh, Jack, Jackl what
made you do such a thing?”
"Well, shall I go back and tell him
ticallv ’’ ^
sistfr „ J. .
7 C ° UrSe n0t ’’ Criedhi8
sis er, d drying h her tears and beginning
to laugh at the ridiculous side of the
»«“>'■ "W. ** mak0 , h6 tot ot
it now of course; but what will he
think of us? I can stuff these mis
erable little fowls with some stale
bread-crumbs,” she added, as her
mother looked hopelessly on. “And
we must polish up our bits of silver
and ‘ put the best foot foremost;’ but
it will be a ridiculous Thanksgiving
dinner, after all.”
Mr. Bernard Barclay was a bach
ellor, well-to-do, and good-looking,
Florella admitted, who occupied the
second-story front-room in Mrs. Loyd’s
house, and took bis meals at a restau
rant, as Mrs. Loyd only kept “room
era”—that is, she let lodgings on'y
without board.
Mr. Barclay had frequently bewed
to Mrs. Spikenard, as they met in the
hails or on the stairway, and bad even
exchanged a few words with Pinroiia
the front 1
on stens- and once he
bio.gbt Ber horn, from ,he him. w
zt “•
But wbat would he think of them
for inviting him to a Thanksuivim?
dinner ?—and such a dinner, too!
Florella lay awake half the problem! night
puzzling her head over this
The sun shone out on a clear frostv
Thanksgiving Day, the next morning
and Florella and her mother were
hustling about, putting the little
rooms in holiday order, when shuffling
steps came up the stairway, a thump
ing knock sounded on the door, and a
shock-headed boy asked;
“Mrs. Spikenard live here?”
"Yes, said tbe widow, wonderingly.
“That’s my noa»o ”
“This here's fur you, then. Nothin’
to pay.”
And having deposited a well-filled
market-basket on the table, the boy
shuffled away, leaving the widow and
her daughter staring at each other
with astonishment.
“It’s a mistake!" cried Florella
But no, there was a card, witli Mrs.
Spikenard’s name and number, care¬
fully attached to the basket; and hav¬
ing made sure it was meant for them,
Florella fell at once to rifling it of its
contents.
“A twenty-pound turkey, I do be¬
lieve! Just look, mal and half a
pumpkin! A paper of sugar. Eggs
—two dozen of ’em at least—and sweet
potatoes. Half a dozen , lemons; now
I can make some lemon-pies. And
raisins, and currants, and citron, and
ginger. What else, I wonder? This
is sage, for the dressing, and here s a
bucket of something—oysters! And a
paper of cranberries—and that’s all.
But who could have sent them? ’
Florella and her mother stared
blankly at each other, while Jack
helped himself to currants and raisins,
unrebuked.
“If'twa’n’t fur the oysters an lem
ons I sh’d think’twas sister Sary sent
,
’em,” said Mrs. Spikenard, at last."
“It’s a God-send to us. anyway
wherever it came from,” declared Flo
rella. “And I'm going to get dinner
right away. And now we can ask old
Mr. Barber, too, after all.
Tbe twenty-pound turkey was soon
sputtering Lie in the oven, and the arc
odor of lemons and spice filled
the little kitcheu and floated out
th Ug v. Barclays haiiwav nenetrating even
t0 Thinner’was H h«i very door
lhedinne a succe7 Theoys
ter soup, roast ur^ y.
toes, the lemon and pumpkin .. pies . and .
cranberry sauce were cooked to per fee.
tion, and Mr. Barclay could not help
contrasting bis lonely dinners at the
restamant with this cozy meM; with
kind-hearted Mrs. Spikenard presiding
the coffee-urn, and pretty. uoIet
over
eyed Florella busy helping every one
^Barber, too, with his digni- de
fied, old-school manners, was no
traction to tho merry party around the
well-spread board. And when it was
.,11 and Bachelor Barclay had
over the solitude
gone to smoke a cigar in
of his own room, he mentally decided,
the blue wreaths curled overhead,
as good for man to be
that “it was not
“Tfact, before many Florella moons Spiken- bad
come and gone, pretty
^eslady.’’ e ne ihe
and assumed more rr
Barclay. .tunt’l then, did Mr. Barclay
And n< X tbe basket
confess that he had sen
had puz .led Florella and her
which .0
mother.
“1 overheard your conversation,
when you discovered Jack’s blunder,"
he confessed, “and, of course, on learn¬
ing the circumstances, I thought it
was only my duty to help you out of
the dilemma.”
A AnH d Florella v\ n cnl , y laughed . . . at her
v. h usband , ’ s explanation, and declared
.
a l°ad was lifted from Mrs.
Spikenard’s mind, for, according Lerse- to her
own confession, “she couldn’t
] ey s i ee p 0 ’ nights, fur wondering ^
where on ’arth i that ww
J « ’
—
The Pastor’s Thanksgiving.
One of the Thanksgiving customs
of old-fashioned New England pre
scribed that the pastor should be lib
: era! 'y remembered on that day. There
was 110 “donation-party,” wherein
Cf °wds so turned the parsonage upside
down that its inmates were at sixes
aQ d sevens for days after. But each
housewife, as 3 he arranged her Thanks-
8 iviD S larder, set apart a portion of
f he best for the minister.
The good man knew what he might
expect from his people on that day
Dressed In his best suit of black, such
as he wore in the pulpit and at wed
dings and funerals, he awaited their
early ca ' ,s ’
Along they came, men, women, boys,
£ irls » with hands and arms filled,
Chee3e and butter - tke ^t of the dai
'f: b °”-’ o(
Ioad9 of re-wood, straight, web-sea
sone d hickory and oak, were deposited
at the 9ide duor - The country store
aQ d the carpenter’s shop also contrib
uted their share - and the blacksmith
«nd painter had days before repaired
the parson’s “one-horse shay.”
What the well-to do villagers did
for their Parson, they did also, in ales
ser de 8 ree - for the poor ’ For Thanks
f** home festlva *hey thought, ’’ in whlch was the a11 harvest shou,d
lt was from such kindly feel
ings and generous remembrances that
the solidarity of New England villages
arose. They knitted the community
together, and on huuoreus or suen
communities stood, firm-based, the
state.— Youth's Companion.
How Mi-sionarles are Spoiled.
The Interior, a prominent religious
newspaper, explains how the girls up¬
set the plans of pious young men in¬
clined to become missionaries:
The mischief with the theological
students is the girls. Girls are good
creatures of divine bounty, in their
places; but is is an abuse of privileges
for young theologians to make love to
them. If it were not for the girls,
many more of our young men would
be willing and desirous to go out and
preach to the poor, and work in home
missionary fields. But they look fond
int0 theif downcas t eyes—the girls
knQW how to look d0W n at the right
tiine _ sque{ , Z e their bands, and then
vow t0 th6 3tar3 that those “silken fin
gera » shall never shrivel in the sml 3
^ redden over a roa st. Those “fairy
f(jet „ ( 90 met j me s ln No. 7s) shall
never tread the thorny pa ths of life,
feut sbaJ1 walk on 3weet w jlliams and
other flower8 and repose on brussels
.
worth $ 4 . 50 . So the young
brother> a3 s00 n as “Rev.” is duty
fagtened on befor0 his given name,
make3 a bee-line for his girl, and she
me0ts him ha , f . way down tbe lane,
and they ki9S each other a few times
and waJk IovingIy together to some
^ cher> who ougbt t0 know bet
^ ^ he t8 his hand3 on their
head9 and tells them to be good-and
P , u a raissioDary .
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Placing Lightning Rods.
Frof. Preece recommends as among
the essentials to be observed In attach
ing lightning conductors to houses,
that there should be no joint, unless it
fe0 a weU go i dered one-chain-link
rods, . braided bra j de d rope rope tubbing m g Ac., are to
be more avoi than e onA ; ^should ho U WI have have ^separate a separate
^together g also connected
with the 00 fi J ng f and all masses
metals e hborhood . It is.
ha s? ,J y ^ t0 insulate
^ th re 8bould be no
^ts or acute angles m the «mduc
tor-the straig
course.to he ear
graphic wire. ^
diameter, is claimed to . v ior for
this purpose, and is large' j p , oyed j
in England. 23 a 8 ‘ tected
a safe estimate t at ie ar
by a conductor is eqna ( height
above the groom -.
Talmage on (lie Stomach.
Dr. Talmage says that no man can
be Chr’stian if his stomach is out of
a ill
order. “Religion itself.” he says, ' w
keep a 221312 cheerful if he has
not of coffee and an
dvspepsia- A cup
no kind of equipment for a
egg is good meals
day’s work. It takes three
8rid I eat more on Sunday than on any
other day cf tt« week
u amg up a gkLat city.
Speculators Who Use What
People Throw Away.
facts ani Figures A out the Rag
Pickers of New Tbrk Cityi
Persons who have been in the
® ets , at da 3 ' br eak ha noticed the
T ril ^ ickels aking their
I 7 UIU S ’ Wlth hook in hiaJ and lar 8 e
! * ^ags on their shoulders. They start
«* 3 .ad 4 o'clock in ,h.
morning, and return about the same
time in the afternoon. They pick up
the sweepings from stores and poke
U P the contents of barrels All rags,
r a P er » bones, and bottles go into the
ca P ac ‘ous bags. When their day’s
work is over they take tteir findings
f° shops also kept by Italians, and
; se ll them for one cent a pound.
An average day’s work nets about
^ 7 Ctfnts although
' 4 > many make much
* ess ‘ Dealers 212 rags say that there
are about 800 ragpickers working in
' city. They live in colonies in
Mott - Baxter * and Mulberry streets,
and ’ n IIarlem - Estimating their av
era ^ e earnin S 9 at 75 a day. this
wou!d show a daily sum of f600 col
lected in rags on the streets. Dealers
sa y that these street rags form fully
one half of the rags gathered for paper
stock in this city. This would also
'zxzsjzzz
ra f? s which are bought by junkmen in
thei r travels through the streets or
the clippings from large factories.
The Italian shop men Bhake out the
rags, sort them roughly, and bale them.
They sell them to wholesale dealers
like Alderman A. J. McQuade of 535
East Thirteenth street, who re-sort
the bales and sell to paner manufac
turers. The manufacturers clean the
rags by putting them through a duster
and b v boiling them, and they are >
-
then ready to be ground up into pulp, i
Only rags of vegetable fibre can be
used in this way. Woolen rags are
ground up into shoddy.
; micrs eaiiifieiV in tu r ‘'i “
1 to lie exceedingly filthy, and for this
reason many dealers will not handlo
them. The ragpickers often take
them home, and keep them in their
living rooms—thus running the risk
of contracting any disease with which
the rags may be infected. A dealers
in rags said that some of the hospitals
sold their old bandages, and lie
thought thi3 a very dangerous prac
t ice. Often the Italians will gather
great masses 0 f rags in their houses,
and sort them there. They sleep in
the filth, and while they do not seem
to contrac t any disease themselves
they are hable t0 CO nvev them to oth
erg Tho mas Roach pays the Street
cieanin , r Department a considerable
sum weekly for the privilige of “trim
m j nK the scows," into which the loads
of street refusei gathered from the gut
te rs and garbage barrels, are dumped,
, 1Ie su bi et s this privilege to an Italian,
Cicorelli. more commonly known as
-chicky,” who finds his profits in the
ra s aad other valuable articles con
tained in the refuse.
T|)ere are thirte en dumps and
j „ Chic w 8 » searche js hunt the stuff
oyer and ther aU that seems of any
uS0 Great \ il08 of raj?8 and bottles
aeen it the dump3 on Rny fair
day Ry an ordinance of the Board of
Health cicorelli is compelled to wash
and bale these rags before removing
th0m A ri id enforcement of the
**7 icking ordinance would inure
f / to Cico relli’s profit, as it would
I Lted urn hedaily f60 0 worth of rags col
e < by ^ the rag-pickers “ ‘ into the
“ - the would como into
.
ms han ^
As a class the rag-pickers area
peaceable set, and confine all their
quarrels to their own set. I nlike Ital
ian organ grinders they have no regu
^ district to work in, but wander
wherever fancy takes them, or an ash
^ ^ prosp0ct of profit . M:iny
an Italian has purchased his hand-or
gan by money saved in rag-picking,
but as a rule the trade is followed only
by old and infirm men and by women,
The rags gathered by junkmen and
rag-pickers
^ lmportat , 0 n of immense
^ ^ ^ ^ tJl0
wor i d . During the year ending June
30 ] 885 134,591.262 pounds, repre
ge ntin<'a value of $3,098,627, were im
Dor tcl. Crude rags pay no duty. All
wastenaper overlooked by goats is
picked up by the rag-pickers, but they
are paid very little for it. Dealers in
^ bat fdaa3 0 f stock get their supplies
j rom ne wspaper offlees and the offices
; companies. Last week an Ann
e
1 dealer bought fifty tons of
waste p 3 p c r from the New York
tra j jj. t ,| road .' This stock is sorted in
^ dozen different grades, . nd is
worked u ,, - u to paper agiic, but it is
‘ -Yew York
^ ^ rigs . Sun.
1
Equality in Washington.
The Constitutional requirement that
Congress must give its consent to the
acceptance of foreign presents or hon¬
ors, is an evidence of what foreigners
call our republican simplicity. This
spirit of “simplicity’’ pervades all our
institutions. The people seem to for
get that they are the real sovereign,
and they require that the manage¬
ment of their affairs shall be open to
Inspection. The citizens from the
backwoods of the West, and the citU
zens from the classic streets of Boston,
ma y wander about the halls of gov
ern ment with equal freedom and inv
punity. The only restrictions are
those of prudence or necessity. An
American should not complain be
ca ’ 2se he is permitted to roam through
the vaults of the Treasury only under
the escort of a guide. If he wishes to
hear the debates of Congress, a seat in
the gallery is at his disposal.
That we find “red tape and excea
sive dignities in some of our official
cir cles, I concede; but these are trilies
as compared with the tedious formali
ties aud pomp of other lands. Indeed,
lt 19 onl y h ? such comparison that
can properly estimate these feat
uraa 0 American equa i y.
t;ru we we no long me o ser
va m llvei T and so diers in uni orm
Reading , within and without our pub
buildings. There is not a vistage
! 7 . 1 ^ T ”1 iC 4 1 P°«t
*» - «.—■
m a t !, Wben dnV ‘ ng through | ,be 8treet8
0 , . gton, ordinary
" as in in a very car-
3es. ' I h^ve '^een PrlsWenT Grlnt
. at Uie . picturea . ^ ne
g azIn S in " ap .° ’
sauntering up e venue «nt
.nconreTn^^ven^stoLTn^To ““^7^'“ P ° Tn '
] “ J a SaDiTme 3 h oW window
‘
nd J U3t ce t e L Court
and C0 nKressraPn £ are as fl ) iently en .
’ and are a8 oasy / 0 a3
th0 lads f th# dt y ’ w 0 ’ also ’ when
. . .
7,'°°.. 6 la eir ° l * .‘ ln ' 4’/°7' ieir a 7 ° r °° ’77 **
gF6a . ,. orou are^ ic was. 7
a .
You may see just such a group any
day as you pass a building in course
of erection—six or eight stolid-faced
Polacks sitting or lying on the grass,
after their frugal noonday lunch,
sometimes chatting together, some¬
times glum and taciturn, as if brood
ing over their personal wrongs,
Such a group was observed about a
new building up AYoodward avenue
the other day. There was seemingly
no companionship. Each man ate his
lunch by himself, as if he begrudged
his company to his fellow workmen,
and one would have said that the
workmen were strangers and men of
suspicious natures.
Ity and by, as one stretched out on
the grass under a shade tree to doze
his remaining half hour away, a par
ce} fell from his pocket. One of the
others carefully reached over and se
cured it, and for the first time the
group exiiibited companionship and
geniality. Here was an opportunity
to play a joke. The parcel was softly
unwrapped, the men gathered closer,
and in a minute a poor, faded and bat
tered tin -type was exposed to view. It
was that of a boy about four years
old ’ The smile died from every face
in a moment, an 1 < ne of the men
ral8ed a fln g er and whispered:
“ Hush! D is the picture of his
child! His wife died on the
acro39 the 8eit - and he landed with
chlld in his arinj - Poor thin « !
sickened died a >’ ear a g°- and he
no " aloae ’’
“ Put ifc ba <*f” whhpsred another,
“It would make him sorrowful to
know that we had handled it.”
The picture was tenderly wrapped
up and carefllUy inserted into the
half . uncon3cioug matl . s atld the
. man who did it sad i y 9ho , )k hi 8 head
aQdsaid;
“This is why he never laughs nor
whistles. Poor Paul! The sea and
the grave have maIo him friendless!”
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Too iet Fir Him.
“How did you li te the new preach
er, father?" said a farmer’s wife to
her husband, who bad just returned
from church.
“I don’t like him at all, mother.
He too tame altogether.”
“IIuwso, John.”
“Why, he don’t lire up wutlishucks,
but jest stands there an’talks as quiet
as readin*. No wonder the heft o’
folks went to sleep. He didn’t yell
once, an’ as for the Bible, it was jest
as good when he got through as it
was when he begun. It might as well
not been there fur all the use he made
of it. He never pounded it once, an’
didn’t seem to know what it was
for. Preachers like that may do
for city people, but out here in the
woods we want hollerin’ enough to
| keep the possums out o’ church, an’
show that a man’s in nirnest,”— -Chi
cago Mjtr.
VOL. XII. NO, 1.
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
In 1688 Ray found that there were
78 varieties of apples. In 1866 the
collection of the Royal Horticultural
society embraced 1,500 varieties, many
of them not worth cultivation.
Sir J. B. Lavves finds that, although
nitrogen is the most abundant con¬
stituent of the atmospheie, plants de¬
rive their supply nearly if not exclu.
sively from the soil, while the carbon
of plants is taken from the air.
A kind of beer made from bananas
i 3 reported by missionaries of Usigay,
j n the equatorial lake region of Af
rica, to have proven an effective pro¬
phylactic against malarial fevers, its
use having kept them In excellent
health in a most deadly climate,
The electric light has been applied
, to the firing of guns at night. Trouvo
b;l3 described to the Paris Academy
of Sciences a button illuminated by a
m j nu t e lottery, by which the gunner
jg enab i ed to take aim; while another
little apparatus—an incandescent lamp
w it, b a su it a ble reflector—throws a
beam of light upon the object to be
■ fired at.
Dr. Milton J. Roberts of New York,
who invented the wonderful little saw
which, run by electricity, is used for
, opera ti ans where diseased bones have
| to be cut into, and is capable of making
12,000 revolutions a minute, says he
1 does not intend to patent it. He de¬
sires that it may be used by any phy¬
sician who can thereby ameliorate hu¬
man suffering.
Among the flints of chalk formation
is occasionally found one that emits a
i clear musical sound when struck with
another flint. A Frenchman has just
.
81|CCeeded jn making a „ piano „ from
theSe mUSiCal at ° aea ' The flinta are
8 a 8 I>ended by wires above a sounding
board ’ a,ld are pla y ed by tw0 other
flints - The slones of tbe piano
^romaUc^^Tctaves chromatic octaves, anf and weTe were
collected with much patient
l a bor, during a period of more than
thirty years. There seems to be no
relatioa between the sizes of the stones
an l’rof. d their tones.
Brewer, 01 rsew xittvcu, iiao
reported the result of a numoer or
experiments on the results of soaking
green wood of various kinds in cold
water, and thus removing the albu¬
minoid matters. That green lumber
contains something which greatly
favors its decay, and which may be re¬
moved by long continued soaking in
water > was wel1 k n° wa man Y J ear8
ago, and gave rise to the process of
water seasoning, in which the planks
were sunk in large bodies o water
atul ke P l immersed tor from six
months to a year, w ion they we«
ral8ed - I ,lled in th ® air and thoroughly
dr,ed - Iumber 1 l ‘ s treated
18 ‘‘ttie liable to decay, tor the simple
reason that it contains little or noth
in g that 13 fit for the fodd a the
or S‘‘ nlsm s and fungi that cause
Diphtheria from a Cat.
A back number of the Therapeutic
Gazette had an article, speaking of the
possibility of the transmission of diph
! theria from fowls to children, or vice
®efsa, which brought to my mind an
experience of my own. Some years
ago I was called to see two cases of
diphtheria of a violent nature-mdeed,
very malignant, as they both died.
The parents thought the disease was
| contracted from a cat. They
j that as one of the children was
1Dg Wlth the cat 80metime P re vious
their atta l k ’ it / emarkad that the kIt
ten had dl P hthe ” a - Epon
I tlon tbe cat foant ’ *° appear
ances to be bus affected having .
throat, swelled neck, and real mem
branous exudations on the mucous
membrane of its throat, and around
the edge of eyes and nostrils. The cat
. died within a short time, and the
| children were violently taken with the
worse form of malignart diphtheria
I write this as being of no special
benefit, but simply to show that such
22 thing as the transmission of diph
theria from lower animals to the
human is as likely as the transmission
I j n the saute way of many other malig
nant diseases .—Joseph L. Scott, M. 1).
Postage Stamps.
The number of different kinds of
postage stamps which have hitherto
been issued all over the world is esti¬
mated, in round numbers, at 6000.
Among them are to be found effigies
of five emperors, eighteen kings, three
queens, one grand duke, six princes,
and a large number of presidents, etc.
Some of the stamps bear coat-of-arms
and other emblems, as crowns, the
ke y s and tiara, anchors, eagles,
Bo ns . horses, stars, serpents, railway
train9 - horsemen, messengers, etc.
The collection preserved in the muse
tun ot the Berlin postoffice includes
44;4 ’'' specimens of different stamps,
Of these, Europe has 2462, Asia 441,
At rica 251, America 1143, and Aus
tralia 201 .—House and Home.
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Time’s Changes.
The little birds in the branches
Sing while the days are long,
And the sunbeams round them linger,
*H they pour their hearts in song.
(Lie still, iny heart,
While the tear drops start
And listen to their song.)
They sing of joy and gladness.
Tin y sing of love and peace,
Of joy, that knows no sorrow,
Of love, that ne’er shall cease,
(Lie still, ir.y heart,
While the tear drops start;
Who told thee it could cease?)
JSut summer days are passing,
As all carti.’s pleasures will;
And off the dreary moorlands
Tile wind blows cold and chill.
(Lie still, my lioert, •
While the te it drops start;
Thou, too, hast felt its chill.)
The little birds in the branchos
Have hushed their songs and fled;
The snow lies deep o’or the meadows,
And suintnor blithe is dead.
(Beat last, my heart,
While the tear drops start;
Thy summer, too, is dead!)
HUMOROUS.
Free wind—An amateur tenor.
No man can carry a feather bed and
look graceful
“Care will kill a cat,” says some one.
Then when you go out cat hunting be
sure and take care.
Tha man who robs a clothes-line is
not necessarily a laundryman, but he
gederally takes in washing.
It is said divorces are multiplying.
It cannot be true, however, as a
divorce from its very nature must be
dividing.
Guest—“Waiter, did you say this
was genuine turtle soup?” Waiter—
“Yes, sir; it was made out of the
water of a pond near here in which a
turtle was kept last summer.”
A Pittsburg woman, who watched
two pugilists, who were suitors, fight
sixteen rounds for her hand, wisely
concluded to take the fellow who got
whipped. He was easier to handle.
John Bright thinks that Europe is
"marching towards some great catas¬
trophe.” It is conjectured that Mr.
■Rriaht. has a nresentiment that Oscar
Wild* io «rninir to tiepin anottier senes
of aisthetic lectures.
Guy old gentleman to boy, on
twelfth birthday: “I hope you will
improve in wisdom, knowledge and
virtue.” Boy, politely returning com¬
pliment, totally unconscious of sar¬
casm: “The same to you, sir!”
Jim Doolittle has not been married
very long, but already complains that
his wife has a very bad temper.
“When did you first get acquainted
with your wife?” asked a friend. “1
have known her for a good while, but
I didn’t get really acquainted with her
until after we were married,” replied
Jim, with a sigh.
Doing the Kow-Tow.
The kow-tow ceremony, as witness¬
ed by a reporter one day recently at a
Chinese temple on Waverly Place, will
bear description. The guardian of the
temple was just sounding a barrel¬
shaped drum suspended from a wood¬
en framework. Having evoked a few
dull, rolling sounds, he wakened the
echoes by pulling a massive bronze
bell hanging underneath. Then tak¬
ing the sticks of incense, he placed a
mat on the floor before each idol, on
which he knelt, first bowing down
with hands joined, and then raising
them above his head like the priest el¬
evating the host at mass. He then
performed the kow-tow, which consist
of knocking the head against, the floor
six times before minor idols and nine
times before major gods with great
sapidity and violence. The Mongolian
devotee fulfills his religious ta3k with
no half-hearted zeal, making the floor
vibrate again as he introduces his
head to it. The thought would natu¬
rally occur that this would be rather
trying even to an opium-befogged
Chinese cerebrum; and passing near
the worshiper as he rose from his
task, it was noticed that he had on
the top of his head a bungling protub¬
erance as large as an average fist—the
result of frequent and vigorous kow¬
towing. This must have become per¬
fectly callous, as in response to a query
on parting the custodian remarked
that the frequent bumping was the
cause of no pain or unpleasantness.—
San Francisco Chronicle.
Safe From Uonnubial Cyclones.
“Do I keep a cyclone pit ?” echoed
a passenger from the West; “yes, I
beep one not far from my house; but,
bffss you, I ain’t afraid oi cyclones.
The cyclone was never born that could
j care me or make me run.”
“But what have you got the cyclone
pit for?”
“Well, you see, my old woman ha 3
jpells o’ temper, when ’tain’t safe for
a feller to be around, ’speshully wash
j ays . On them occasions I find my
cyclone pit right smart handy.”-— Chi
sago Herald.
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