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NORTH GEORGIA TIMES
Wm. 0. MARTIN, Editor.
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w Consolation.
dJecimas dark olouds bare crossed the sky
5 Shall the son refuse to shine?
Because the morning has been wet
■ May evening not be fiueT
Sometimes the night has rayless been
Shall slars.forget to glisten?
Although the winter has been drear,
To summer birds we listen.
My life has sometimes rayless been,
Enshrouded sorry grief;
May never time s assuaging hand
Bring softly sweet relief.
Al hough my soul be overwhelmed
With buffettings of sorrow.
Shall my weak heart ne’er stronger grow,
Or see a glad to-morrow.
Ah, yes, God showers the selfish soul
With sorrow’s bitter rain;
The purest heights are often reachod
Through suffering and pain;
And deepest griefs in love wore moan
To purify and strengthen;
The soul 8 that opens toward God
Grows as life’s shadows lengthen.
—Helen .If, Winslow.
“BLUE MONDAY.”
If ever a blue Monday dawned upon
the terrestrial ball, it was this thirteenth
day of September, 18—.
The equinoctial had come before its
time, with a rush of angry rain borne ou
tho wings of a morning-wind; tho kitch¬
en chimney smoked rancorou-ly, and tho
scuttle leaked a steady “drip, drip, drip!"
directly over the roses and tulips of the
best-room carpet.
“A regular spell of weather,” said Mr.
Crayfish, chuckling, as he shaved him¬
self, with one of the children playing
horse with his suspenders, and the other
packing different-sized marbles into the
toe of his slipper.
But Mr. Crayfish, as his wife scornful¬
ly remarked, would chuckle at anything.
“I am sure I don’t know what is to
become of met” said she, sorrowfully.
“With Bridget gone, and the tange out
of order, and this terrible rain, and not
a washerwoman to be had for love or
money! And your Aunt Pamela writing
that she is coming here to spend the win¬
ter, and my report not yet written for
the Woman’s Elevation Society, and
Mrs. Ponsonby sending word that she
shall expect me to give an.aythetic tea,
or a literary break fast, in honor of young
Lord Ernest Elbcrou, now that he is
here gathering material for kri'-book on
‘Woman’s Upward Progress. i»
“Hang progress!” said Sir. Crayfish,
emptying the marbles out of his slipper
“Yes, that’s just like you, Launder,"
said Mrs. Crayfish, fretfully. “If you
had your way, you would tread us all
under foot, like inferior beings.”
“In the meantime,” said Crayfish, “I’d
like my breakfast.”
Aud his wife went slowly aud despond¬
ently down stairs, wondering how she
should get word to the plumber about
the range.
But the milkman,opportunely present¬
ing himself,volunteered to leave an order
at the plumber’s shop.
“I must get something done on the re¬
port to-day,” she pondered, as sho sliced
up potatoes for frying. “Mrs. Edge
worth, from Chicago, is to be at to¬
morrow’s meeting, and— Oh, dead” as
tho knife slipped, inflicting a sharp little
gash on her finger, “I knew there was
destined to be a blue Monday when the
decqratcd lamp-shade cracked, all of
itself, before daylight this morning!"
And Mrs. Crayfish, forgetting ail about
her “Eievatiou” and “Aims,” burst into
tears, as any milk-maid might huve
done.
The range obstinately declined to cook;
the chimney poured clouds of smoke
down into Mrs. Crayfish’s face; and the
family breakfasted upon yesterday’s oat¬
meal, with a little milk.
“Is this aesthetic?” said Mr. Crayfish;
“or is it literary?"
“Leandcr, how can you?” sobbed his
wife.
“I’ll stop myself and jog that
plumber’s memory,” said Mr. Crayfish,
good humoredly. “Don’t fret, Carry 1
It will be all right.”
“I wish you would not call me Carry,
when my name is Carolina!” said Mrs.
Crayfish.
Just at noon the door-bell rang.
to “Who^is the HttlJ, it?” Crayfiihes,who shrieked Mrs. Crayfish
were stretch¬
ing ^hrir necks out of the front window.
“It’s a young man, with a black
. leather *bng, ma!” shouted back the
■youthfpl scions of the race. • *
“Thft everlasting
Crayfish.
“l’ll teach him!” 4
And with her kitchen apron swallow¬
ing her in its sombre folds, and her hair
all bristling in pojeupine papers, Mrs.
Crayfish hurried to the door.
“Do I address Mrs. Leander Cray¬
fish?” bega#the young man. •
4, I should rather think you did!” said
Mrs; Crayfish, tartly. “And if this is
the way you intend to transact business,
1 want nothing more to do with you 1”
SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY. DECEMBER 2, 188G.
“I am very sorrov, ma’am, but—”
“I dare savl” curtly interAipted
Mrs. Crayfish. “But I don’t want to
listen to any excuses. Be so very good,
if you please, as to come down stairs at
once and get to work, without further
loss of time.”
And sho led the way down to the
kitchen, talking volubly as she went.
But before she could explain the man¬
ifold shortcomings of the delinquent
range, the door-bell sounded fer the
second time, loud and long, and Mrs.
Crayfish was obliged to burry up stairs
once more.
This time it was an old lady,stout and
red-faced, with puffs of gray hair on
either sido of her face, and her portly
figure shroud'd in a waterproof clo <k.
“Aunt Pamela, as truo as I live 1" cried
Mrs. Crayfish, who never had met her
husband’s aunt. “I declare if you are
not just in time! My cook has gone and
my washerwoman hasn’t come, and I do
believe that Providence has sent you to
me. If you don’t mind I’ll give you a
cup of tea and set you ritgli to work
picking tho chickens for dinner. Yes, I
know tho house looks forlorn,” as the
iady glanced dubiously around, “but it’s
blue Monday and everything is iu a tan¬
gle. This is my room; yours is all drip¬
ping, from the leaky roof. My bed isn’t
made, and tho dear children’s clothes are
all over the floor; but you’U cxcnse all
deficiencies, Aunt Pamela, until Leaudor
comes back. Good gracious! if there
isn’t the bell again! I do believe it : s
bewitched to-day! But you will take off
your things, and presently I’ll bring you
up one of my big gingham aprons, and
toll you what is to be done first."
Down sho bustled to the door for the
third time. A grimy-faced personage
stood there in un attitude of utter indif¬
ference.
“Who are you?" said Mrs. Crayfish.
“Plummer’s man, mum. Mr. Crayfish,
he—”
“But why didn’t you come when the
other young man did?” irritably de¬
manded the iady.
“Ain’t no other young man, muin.”
“Yes, there is, too!” said Mrs. Cray¬
fish. “And he’s' at work down in the
kitchen now.”
“Well, if you’ve got some one to work
on the job, you don’t want mo,” said the
independent citizen, shouldering his bag
of tools.
“Yes, I do,” said Mrs. Crayfish. “I
want all the plumbers I can get. Make
haste down stairs and expedite the other
man all you can. Why, Mrs. Ponson¬
by,” as a smiling matron skipped out of
a coupe and hurried up the steps, “it
can’t be possible that this is you!”
Mrs. Ponsonby, the president of
“Tlie Social Circle for the Elevation of
Women,” shook tho rain-drops from her
bonnet-plume and smiled graciously.
“I am so sorry to take you by sur¬
prise, dear!” said she.
“Oh, not at all!” interjected Mrs.
Crayfish.
“But Mr. Ponsonby’s mother is very
ill,” added the president of the Social
Circle for the Elevation of Women; “so
of course I could not receive company.
And I knew you would be so glad to
welcome Lord Earnest Elberon, aim to
answer Mrs. Edgeworth's inquiries on the
subject of French Amelioration.”
“Eb?” said Mrs. Crayfish.
“Where are they ?” asked Mrs. Pon¬
sonby, looking around her.
* ‘Where are who ?” gasped Mrs. Cray
fish.
“Lord Ernest, to-be suret” said Mrs.
Ponsonby, “and Mrs. Edgeworth!”
Mrs. Crayfish gave a little shriek of
dismay as the full truth broke in upon
her mind. She seized Mrs. Ponsonby’s
arm, as a drowning woman might grasp
at a straw.
“I will tell you where they are!” said
she, with the stony calmness of despair.
“I pushed Lord Ernest down stairs be¬
fore me, and set him to pulling the kitch¬
en range to pieces. And Mrs. Edge
worth is at this moment sitting up stairs
in probably the dirtiest and most untidy
bed-room in Philadelphia."
It was some time before Mrs. Ponsonby
could be brought to quite understand tlie
position of affairs. But when she did,
she was even more perturbed than Mrs.
Crayfish had been.
. “Dot us go up stairs—7 mean down
stairs—at once!" she cried. “Oh, how
could any one possibly have made such a
blunder? Oh, what will Lord Ernest
think? And what sort of - account of us
will Mrs. Edgeworth put into her hus¬
band’s Chicago newspaper ?”
Lord Ernest Elberon, sitting on the
edge of the wash-trays, was meditatively
watching the operations of the plumber,
when they came down.
“He wanted to fight me at first,” ob¬
served the sprig of English aristocracy.
“But lie was quite peaceable when Icon
viuced him that I did not come from an
opposition establishment; anti really he
seems quite au ingcu’ous sort of fellow.
Ar 1 there is more complication in otle of
those baking and roasting boneerns than
I had any idea of. Pray, ladies, make
no apologies. It was the most natural
mistake in the World. And I assure you
I regard it as a capital joke.”
Mrs. Edgeworth of Chicago; however;
was not so placable.
They found her sitting in the middle
of Mrs. Crayfish’s rather disorganized
bedroom, with a face like that of the
Sphinx; and nothing but an introduc
tiou to Lord Ernest Elberon pacified 1 her
. .v , .
in e in r.gic,.
Mrs. Ponson by carried off the whole
party, Mrs. Crayfish included, iu her
coupe, to lunch at Damorette’s.
And when the luckless housekeeper
reached home again, the plumber was
gone, Aunt Pamela had arrived, and had
“straightened up” everything, a good
dinner smoked on tho board, and Mr.
Crayfish welcomed her with a broad
smile.
‘‘It’s all right,. Carry,” he said. ‘‘Blue
Monday has come to an end at last!”
“I should think it might,” sii.1 Mrs.
Crayfish, hysterically. “With an Eng¬
lish lord in my kitchen, a Chicago re¬
former in my bedroom, and nobody
knows what else! I declare, I’m sick of
the Soci ’ty for the Elevation of Worn »,
and everything that belongs to it!”—
ILlen Forrest Graves.
Making Slato I'encils.
! In the northwestern part of the town
of Casileton, Rutland county, Vt., is the
only manufactory in the United Slates of
white slate pencils. The stone as it
comes from the quarry is first sawed
into blocks from four to seven inches
wide, according to the length desired
for tlie pencils. These arc split quite
easily with a chisel into slabs a little
thicker than the finished pencils—say,
5-10 inch. These are passed through a
planing machine and over an emery belt
o make them flit, smooth, and of a
uniform thickness of about 0-10 inch.
Next they are pushed into the jaws of a
“crocodile,” which consists of a pair of
steel plates, in tho under one of which
are six lows of curved knives, each set
so as to cut a little deeper than tlie one
which went before it. These plough
out parallel grooves half way
through the slab, which a man then turns
and lavs upon a steel plate having ridges
which just fit these grooves. This slides
back under the six rows of teeth of a
second “crocodile” lying in wait along¬
side, which cut the grooves on the other
side, mid leave the pencils side by side.
Lastly, they are broken and rolled for un
instant to point them, upon an emery
belt. A man can give this last touch to
about 8,000 in a day. The average daily
output is 30,000, and the mill gives em¬
ployment to some twenty-five hands.
The oid p’.an was to saw out square pen¬
cils from the slab with a circular saw,
one by one. These were boxed and dis¬
tributed among poor families, who whit¬
tled them round by hand at from a
quarter to half a dollar per thousand,
The “crocodile” has spoiled this busi¬
ness.— Lew Torh Fleming Post.
Diamond Mines.
Many geologists of Australasia cherish
the faith that diamond mines will yet be
added to tho sources of wealth of that
developing land of surprises. Accident¬
ally discovered by a travelling trader not
quite twenty years ago, the South Afri¬
can mines, which are five hundred miles
from the coast, and at an elevation of
four thousand feet above tlie sea, are,
however, at present unrivalled in their
size and value. The romantic hardships
which toughened and roughened the
early diggers have largely disappeared
before the railway communication which
brings the fields within a thirty hours’
journey of tho coast. The business is
now transacted on scientific principles
and a regular system. There have been,
as might be expected, alternations of
profit and loss, but the returns of the
four principal mines show that in the
three years and a third previous to the
end of 1885, there was a total production
of more than eight and a half millions
sterling. A Kimberley diamond was re¬
cently shown in London valued at £100,
000. It weighed more than 400 carats
iu the rough. The finest diamond in
quality ever found iu South Africa was
the “Porter Rhodes,” discovered in the
centre of Kimberley mine in 1880. It is
a pure white octahedron, valued at £60,
000 .—London Standard.
In the Railroad Train.
A gentleman carrying a very heavy
satchel finally succeeds in getting it into
tho rack. A iady seated directly beneath
manifests lively fear.
“Oh, monsieur, supposing it should
fall?”
“Reassure yourself, madam?, there is
nothing in it that can break,"— French
Fun.
CHINESE ROYALTY.
h Q w the Sorts of the Emperor
Are Educated.
Admonishing the Imperial Pupil by Pun¬
ishing Eight Substitutes.
The lioug Kong (China) Press says:
The sous of the Manchti Emperors
(Uwangtsz.) undergo from their tendefest
youth a system Of the strictest education.
j ! « thoy !shl S first at ab take “ ut their lesson in the in ”g, Chinese
| j literature, under the superintendence ol
the only tutor who has the title of shihfu,
1 or “master.” The ttitor rises from his
chair as soon as tho imperial pupils enter;
and receives from the latter a courtesy
(tn-chi’en), which is then returned in the
same form. Tho tutor takes the scat of
honor, and when the lesson is learned the
pupil brings up his book, deposits it be¬
fore ins teacher, and returns to his seat
to rep.‘at the task by heart. If the lesson
is not learned the tutor requests a eunuch
in attendance to bring tho ferule,
(ch’mg pan) and makes a show
of administering correction. But each
imperial pupil is accompanied by eight
fellow-students (pwan-tub) known in the
Mancliu language as ha-ha-chu, who
i study the same books as their young
J ! master. When it becomes to
necessary
j admonish the latter more seriously, the
hti-ha-chu are beaten with tho ferule vi¬
cariously; but when the imperial pupil
acquits himself well, they are, on the
other hand, commended or rewarded. A
recalcitrant and obstinate prince is, as
the last resort, actually himself flogged,
though probably only nominally, by the
teacher; or taken before the Emperor,
whodirects a eunuch lo pinch his cheeks
(cisjh-pa-jon). The late Emperor, T’ung
chih, was frequently tweaked in this way
by order of the Empresses. The Chinese
lesson occupies two hours; after this
come the Mauehu and .Mongol lessons in
composition, given by the teachers who
enjoy the less honorable title of sefu, and
who ore obliged to meet their pupil at
the door and make the first obeisance.
Thai .come V»smn iu various spoken
languages—Mancliu, Mongol, T’angut
and in local Chinese dialects. After
these come courses of instruction
in foot and horse archery, (ma
pu-chien); athletics, fencing, putting
the sfone, etc., (kung-tr.u-shili) under
the guidance of a class of instructors
called au-ta. Tlie whole of the young
Princes’ day is taken up with mental or
physical exercises, aud they retire to rest
at a very early hour. At suitable inter¬
vals their meals are weighed out for
them, and on no account are they al¬
lowed to indulge in the pleasures of tho
table. At the age of 15 they must
marry. Once a year—on New Year’s
Day—the Emperor and Empress preside
at a grand banquet, the Empress sitting
on the Emperor’s left hand. This is the
only occasion during tlie year on which
the Emperor can see his wives together
and compare their respective merits.
The Empress presents articles of food
(k’e-shih) to the eunuchs, who receive it
from her Majesty on their knees, and tho
Emperor performs the same politeness to
the women.
To Slop a Large Hole with Pally.
When you come across a hole whiio
doing an old job, and one which will not
pay you to spend the time of properly
replacing it with a new panel or piece,
we have often succeeded in effectually
hiding the defect by taking small tacks
and- driving them into the hole in all
directions, tho more crooks the better
for the purpose wanted, and then taking
putty, mixed soft and pliable, forcing
the same thoroughly all through and
among the tacks; then letting the first
dose .iv i;ar I, i tier which we reputtied
until we could level it down oven with
the panel surface.
After the putty is dry and sanded or
rubbed, if the other portion is in good
condition as regards varnish, before you
put the color on the putty, run a light
coat of varnish and japan over it. After
that dries, put your color on, and you
will find that there will be no sinking
down of the color or color and var
nish, into the putty, but it will stand
out equally with the rest. — Carriage
Monthly.
Had Swallowed the Buttons.
The following is related of an East
Bridgeport man: He went home a few
nights ago, and, not feeling well, took
what he supposed to be four pills and
then slept the sleep of the just. When
his wife awoke in the morning sho began
a search for four shoe buttons which sho
intended to sew on baby’s shoes before
the littlo one awoke. She could not
find them, and the husband joined in the
search. Finally he remembered where
he had found the pills aud said: “Good
heaven 11 swallowed them buttons.”—
Bridgeport Post.
Vol. VI. New Series. NO. 43.
An Asia Minor Curio-tty, 1
The recent destruction of the beauti¬
ful white and pink terraces of Tarawera,
New Zealand, has drawn from a travel¬
ler in Asia Minor au account of an
ancient white terrace which he saw near
the ruins of Uierapolis, in Asia Minor.
Hicrapolis, called by the Turks Panibouk
Kalessi, or hot springs, is situated on a
low branch of the Misougis mountain¬
overlooking the Lycus Plain and the
ruins of Laodiceia, immediately opposite
to Coloss®, which was built on the slope
of the Khonos mountains, mul to Denizli
(Diospolis) on Mount Cadmus. First
seen from the opposite mountains, tome
20 miles off, it looked like a breastplate
of silver on a great mountain giant. A j
nearer investigation showed that it was
formed by hot sprlugs of sulphur and
lime, Which descended from a great ele¬
vation in dazzling white cataracts, and
formed in their passage downward by
their pertifying power icelike
cliffs and seemingly frozen
waterfalls, running into natural basins of
beautiful and varied geometrical shapes,
all stalactito covered petrifactions of fan¬
tastic forms. Ou the high plateau
whence the springs descend are the ruins
of a temple once appropriately dedicated
to Pluto. Tlie holy hot batli which
stood in the temple court-yard, surround¬
ed by a colonnade, is still in fine preser¬
vation and beneath its deep, clear blue
waters can still be seen many a fluted
column and finely carved cornice. Gas
is continually bubbling up from tho bot¬
tom of the bath. The chief source of the
sulphur springs (tho ancient plutonium)
is a cave from winch a vapor issues fatal
to animal life. This was considered n
short cut to Pluto’s infernal realms. Not
far off is a ruined fountain and cistern,
near to a cave of sweet water which sup¬
plied the whole town with that neces¬
sary of life. The writer adds, as inter¬
esting to the Christian arclimologist, that
on a ruined lintel near Pluto’s temple he
saw these words sculptured: “Js. Cs.
nika—Jesus Christ Conquers.”— London
Teli graph.
A Senator’s h’ulineg.
Senator Gorman tells tho following
story on himself; For many years ho has
been a sufferer from regular attacks of
neuralgia. Oa some occasions he has
been confined to his home a day or two,
so intenso was tlie pain. An old lady
friend once called upon him while he
was suffering from one of his attacks.
She displayed so much sympathy that
she almost forgot to name tlie request
she had to make—but she did not. Upon
learning that the Senator was troubled
with neuralgia sho volunteered to give
him an infallible remedy, provided he
would promise not to laugh at her or
accuse her of being a believer in con¬
juration, spells, etc. The Senator, in a
good-natured way, informed her that he
was under treatment from an eminent
physician, who sometimes afforded him
temporary relief. The old lady finally
prevailed upon the Senator to give her
remedy a fair trial, whereupon she sug¬
gested that he should get an ordinary
nutmeg, such as is used in cooking, drill
a hole through it, attach it to a piece of
string or ribbon, aud wear it around his
neck continually. Tho Senator, while
suffering one day, determined to give
the nutmeg remedy a trial. He followed
the old lady’s directions, and iu a few
hours felt greatly relieved. He has worn
the nutmeg ever since, and is seldom
troubled with neuralgia. He has con¬
sulted several physicians on the subject,
and they state that the nutmeg possesses
certain virtues which may have effect on
neuralgic pains .—Baltimore Sun.
A Remnrkablo Recovery.
Dr. Robert St. George Dryanforth of
Washington relates a curious experience
of his own during the civil war, and
later while acting as a correspondent in
the Franco-German war. While serving
in tire first great struggle the’ doctor was
shot through the lungs and was invalided.
He subsequently went to Europe for his
health and remained there some years.
When the German war broke out he
became correspondent for the New York
Tribune, and in one of the battles ho
was shot through the base of the skull.
He caught a heavy cold while lying
wounded on the battle-field, and his
wound in the lungs troubled him so
much that his life was despaired of and
he was a victim of rapid consumption.
One day during a violent fit of coughing
the doctor brought up a piece of his
overcoat, which had been shot into his
lungs ten years before. The ejection of
this cause of irritation so relieved him
that he at once became better, and finally
completely recovered. He returned to
Washington and has sinpe held the office
of Judge of the Court of Appeals. He
was also a member of the Board of Ex¬
aminers and Assistant Commissioner of
Patents. Dryanforth is now a prominent
patent lawyer.
Blue Sfclfs.
Bad twilight trails her heavy cloud#
Into the nigtit. One sullen zone
Of mist, in nearer circling shrouds,
Sweeps out the hills our love has known
Cold blasts go sobbing overhead.
When bark 1 tho west wind's herald cries.
And by his sweet persuasion led.
Behold one far faint sparkle sped
Tiiro' rifled mists, I keep glad eyes,
Dream happy tilings. Above are spread'
Bluo skies 1
Life eager heart of mine is storm;
Thou canst not part tho lowering yoars.
Closer and deeper phantoms form,
Thy near horizon veils in tears.
The world drift- from thy yearning sight,
But bark! what free wind hither flies.
Singing of strange unseen delight’
A star shines in Die death-iv ark’s ftijht
Dream thou of morn and Paradise;
Over thy grave shall watch to-night
Blue skies!
—Ellen H. Butler.
HUMOROUS.
A special train—A lady’s court dross.
Weighs that are dark—Tho coal
dealer’s.
The telephone operator has a perpetual
holler day.
A sentimental exercise—Women’* eye?
swimming iu tears.
Window shutters are put up as orna¬
ments. They arc only blinds.
Tho best way to keep a young lady's
affections is not to return them.
So far as we know, Jonah was made
the first secretary of the interior.
There is a man of such violent temper
that he delights in beating carpets and
caning chairs.
“You aro trying to make game of
me,” said tho buzzard to tho sportsman
who fired at it. i
Prisoner (to warder Who is giving him
his rations)- “Wot! cat that? Not me!
I’ll leave the jail first.”
A collector of curiosities wants to get
the original brush with which the sign's
of the times wore painted.
“Did the audience strike you favor¬
ably?” Orator—“Not very; I had my
best suit on, and the rotten eggs dou’t
wash off easily.” i
The first herring caught each year off;
the coast of Holland belongs to the 1
King, as the first English sturgeon be¬
longs to Queen Victoria.
If a mau has his hair cropped close he
is said to give himself the air of a prize¬
fighter. If lie wears his hair long lie is
said to be a crank. This is the long and
short of it.
Baseball Captain: You say that you
can catch? Tramp: Yis, sorr. B. B.
Capt.: You don’t look like it. What
kind of a catcher are you? Tramp:
Ratcatcher, yer lionner.
“It looks like the scene of a great bat¬
tle,” remarked a traveller, viewing the
w< rk of a recent cyclone in the West.
“You’reright,” said tho native solemnly,
“the placo was tuck by storm.”
Merritt—“I see you have a new ser¬
vant girl.” Little Johnny (confLlentinlly)
—“Yes, and I tell you she’s a corker.”
Bridget (speaking up)—“Indnde Oi’m
not, sorr. Oi cum from Limerick.”
The Manufacture) of Hairpins.
For years the English and French con¬
trolled the manufacture of hairpins, and
it is only within the last twenty years
that the goods have been produced in
this country to any extent. The machin¬
ery used is of a delicate and intricate
character, as tho prices at which pins
are sold necessitates the most rapid and
cheapest process, which can ouly be se¬
cured by automatic machines. Tho wire
is made expressly for the purpose, and
put up in large coils, whicli are placed
on reels, and the end of the wire is
placed in a damp, which carries it to
the machine while straightening it; from
there it runs in another machine, which
cuts, bends, and, by a delicate and in¬
stantaneous process, sharpens the points.
Running at full speed, these machines
will turn out 120 hairpins every minute.
To economize it is necessary to keep
them working night and day. The diffi¬
cult part of tho work is the enamelling,
which is done by dipping in a preparation
and baking in an oven. Here is whero
the most constant and careful attention
is required, ns the pin must bo perfectly
smooth aud the enamel have a perfect
polish. The slightest particles of dust
cause imperfections and roughness, which
is objectionable.
His Bn*y Day.
First Stranger—1 like to run down
here on Sunday after’ a hard Saturday’s
work.
Second Stranger—I prefer to run down
hero on Monday. On Sunday I have so
much coupling to do.
First Stranger (stiffly)—’An! you are a
brakeman then?
Second Stranger (mildly)- No. I’m a
. clergyman.— ■ Philadelphia CaU.
