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NORTH GEORGIA TIMES.
VoL VIII. New Series.
Home.
A cloudy sky fills all the west, -*»-i
And all tho east is dark and cold;
A stranger, tarrying for his rest,
A shepherd gathers in his fold. t
To faith all doubting doors unlock;
To faith there is no foreign flock;
The cloud, the cold, the darkling dome
Is framed of sunbeams arching home.
Rolls yawning black a sullen sea,
With savage teeth that glisten white;
The wolves of water srap, but be,
The faithful, knows His vain they bite
For him alt winds to havens blow,
And all around him and below
The howling waves, the billows’ foam
Are the still waters flowing home.
Though dark the sky and barred the fold,
And the wreck lieth fathoms deep,
He flndeth comfort in the cold,
And life in the eternal sleep.
And all things toil to bring him good,
And rest is in his tumult rude;
And all things whisper to him, “Come,
Abide with me, for I am home.”
BAB’S BONNET.
“Bab, I haven’t $10 in tho world, and
the butcher’s bill came in yesterday.
Cheer up, littlo girl, and never urind
tho new bonnet. Jack Snelling must
1 be no end of a cad if he minds what
kind of n frame your dear little face
looks out of.” Tho big brother of Bab
Nixpn ended his words with a gentle
touch upon a round shoulder turned
pplujently away from him, and after
waiting a moment for a word or a smile
from its owner in vain, his face clouded
slightly and ho passed quickly cut of
tho breakfast room.
As the sound of his steps died away
one dismally wot blue eye appeared
furtively above a scrap of linen cambric
crumpled into a limp wad of two baby¬
ish, dimpled hands, then the other eye
camo out, until finally the whole
dishevelled head was held defiantly
erect.
The general storminess of tho domes¬
tic atmosphere seemed to have crept
ivon into Bab’s saucy yellow bangs,
which puffed and crisped in unexpected
kinks about the pretty low brow and
white temples as tho silky fuzz about a
baby’s head is wont to disport itself.
A breeze came in just then through
tho opon window, thrown up to let in
the prematuro balminess of the sunny
March morning, and blew somo of tho
loose locks intrusively about
her blue eyes. Up flow the
dimpled hand to push them aside
ns a very cross young voice cried, “I
don’t carol I—do—not—carol’’ with
emphasis. “If I cannot have a new
bonnet I won't go to church with Jack
and his sister, whom I never saw. I
think Ernest is perfectly mean, so there 1
As if I wasn’t of as much importance as
tho nasty, bloody meat that ho eats,
bah I Butcher’s bill, indeed! Jack al¬
ways notices, too, and he’ll be sure to
'see how perfectly mangy my old blue
feathers aro getting, and his sister is
sure to havo something straight from
Parisl If I couli only make two rib
Ibons and a bit of jet look as ravishing
as Kate Arbucklo decs my bonnets
wouldn’t cost so much, but I can’t, and
I d n't carol I should think Ernest
'might let me get trusted for just this
once, as long as ho is going to get mo a
bonnet in a littlo while, anyway. I
mean to ask him this very morning, and
it won’t do any harm to stop on the way
to tho office and see what Mme. Vau
ricr has that will suit mo. Then I cud
toll Ernest how much it will cost.”
Foolish littlo Barbara flew about the
dainty nest which the dear older brother
had sheltered her in through all their
orphaned years; giving an approving
nod at her trim tailor-made gown of
brown as she passed the long mirror on
her way out to interview Mine. Vaurier
about tho much-desired bonnet
“Just the thing for you. It camo
last night. Lizctte, bring the odd,
blue affair, for Mile. Nixon.” Truly,
was it not “just the thing?” And oh,
how blue her eyes and how sunny hor
hair shone under the exquisitely pretty
structure, which Madame nestled with
assured touches upon her head. Sho
really never know how tho matter came
about. Perhaps Madame talked too
volubly to hear her objections, or mark
her hesitation. “It made no difference
at all,” she assured Barbara, “whether
the bonnet was paid for now or in two
months.” She could not sell it to any
one else without being dissatisfied, hav¬
ing seen it above Mademoiselle’s golden
hair.” The bill would ‘ ‘bo in the box
to be paid when her brother pie ased,”
and so little Barbara went out sure that
her bonnet was above criticism, but not
quite so suro that hero management of
the matter would bear as satisfactory in¬
spection when she told Ernest. Ae sho
ran down Madame Vaurier’s broad stpno
steps, a hat was lifted by some ono who
stood by an open cqupc in front. It was
Jack Snelling, who shot a glance of np-
SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA THURSDAY. JUNE 14, 1888.
proval after her from his dark eyes, as
he passed up the steps with his sister.
“Now, to tell Ernest,” thought Bab,
as she laid aside her wraps and prepared
to greet her brother’s return with a din¬
ner of his especial viands, that should
make him as wax in her hands,
Tho dinner hour came and Barbara,
fresh as a rose in her soft wool gown,
was ready to “'fess up’’ and bo for¬
given. But when after waiting a long
thirty minutes beyond tho time a mes¬
senger came intend with a hurried note:
“Off for Philadelphia; send my traps
after me; care Wales Brothers, 1,244
Chestnut street. Will write”—her heart
sank. Now, what was to be done?
Clearly there was nothing except to
write and toll him all about it. Bathe
next day Ernest’s bag was packed and
forwarded, and a penitent letter went
by tho first mail to Philadelphia.
Day after went dny by and no letter
came in reply. No word from Ernest
of any kind; as though to emphasize
his displeasure. Aunt Valerie, who was
always ready in emergency, came to
stay with her, and then the great storm
shut down all communication from other
cities, and poor, miserable little Bab
was left to imagine all possible and im¬
possible calamities as having befallen
her brother. Borne delay in sending
home the bonnet had been requested by
Barbara, who was a little uncertain as
to what Ernest’s rigid sense of justice
would prompt him to do, and then tho
storm further delayed tho delivery of
tho tell-tale box.
But finally it came, and Bab locked
herself into her room to open it with a
“dreadfully gone feeling,” as sho after¬
ward described it. Sho took off tho
soft layers of white paper, out of which
fell the bill. She lifted it mechanical¬
ly. “Fifteen dollars” were tho figures
she had seen on tho box when Madame
took it out, and Ernest had said he had
not “ten.” “Oh, what a wicked, sel¬
fish va- Oh, my goo—oodness 1 ’ she
ended with a gasp. Yes, there it was,
in good round figures—$251
To one imported straw bonnet, $15.00
To one bird on same.......... 10.00
$25.00
Received payment.
251 25! 201 20! 25! 251 25! They
danced crazily beforo her eyes as sho
sank in a dazed littlo heap on the floor.
What would Ernest say? She was but
17, and it never occurred to her unbusi¬
nesslike ideas that Madame Yaurier was
taking advantage of her, and that sho
could send tho bonnet back. Aunt Va¬
lerie had money, but Ernest had forbid¬
den her ever to borrow a penny of Aunt
Valerie oa pain of his doepcst disap¬
proval. Ho was so proud and honest,
and she,’“nasty littlo selfish thing,"had
dnred to call him “mean." “He was
worth a hundred Jack Snellings, so
there 1’
That very evening Jack callod with
his sister, who was very kind and cor¬
dial in her gentle, reserved way, and
tho invitations for Easter day wero re¬
newed with somo well-bred insistence,
upon lcarniug that her brother was ab¬
sent and Aunt Valerie was to join them.
But there was good “stuff'’ in Bab’s
sturdy little body after all, and even
while her eyes took ia the quiet olo
ganco of Miss Mildred Snelling’s attire
she was coming to a Spartan’s
resolution. She would go, but
sho would not wear an un
paid for bonnet. Somehow she felt bet¬
ter after that, and whon a telegram ar¬
rived before Sunday, saying that Ernest
would return the next Monday, she was
quite ready with a smiling welcome to
greet tho unexpected announcement of
—Mr. Snelling. Something Jack had
to say kept him in such a ferment that
ho would not wait, so he had called to
“put it to tho test and win or lose."
But somehow matters did not progress
just as Jack had anticipated. For,
when he had told her in his most manly
way how dear sho was, and. all that he
wanted her to promise, Bab simply
buried her bluo eyes in two dimpled
hands and sobbed; “You wouldn’tl
Oh, you wouldn’t, if you knew what,
what a ho-orrid little wretch I ami”
And thon, the ice once broken for the
revelation, sho told Jack all the miser¬
able tale. When she got through she
waited—not a word came from Jack.
“O my, ho was too disgusted with her
to speak 1” She “knew he would be,”
and began to sob afresh. This was too
much, and Jack drew away
the hot hands and wet hand¬
kerchief to shew her his
own eyes, dancing with suppressed
laughter. “Didn't you get any mail
tonight?" he said at last. “No —yes—
not—that is, I got a—oh, I never
looked at itl Some one came in,” she
stammered, wonderingly. “Well, go
and get it, please, now,” said Jack, re¬
leasing her, to run out and return with
an envelope, which sho tore hastily
open, “Mme. Vaurier's hill, receipt*
ed I ’ she gasped, “What does it
mean?” “Read, and you will see,”
said Jack. “Mme. Vaurior happens to
be Mildred’s milliner as well, and she
made some purchase tho same date that
you did. The bookkeeper has mixed
the bills and sent them to the wrong
brothers, that is all. My sister's bill is
probably awaiting your brother’s return
at his office. Suppose you let tho mat¬
ter go, os it will be, I hope, but a short
time till I may pay all your bills un¬
questioned. That i3 for you to say.”
It was answered satisfactorily, no
doubt, for a very rosy little Bib, gath¬
ered herself resolutely together a half
hour later and insisted upon taking tho
bill into the library, whore it should
meet her brother’s eye the first thing
upon his return. A little leter she stood
in her clinging, pale-bluo dress, leaning
against tho deep saloon hangings in the
archway. Her dark lashes, in startling
contrast with her yellow hair almost
rested on her cheeks, a trifle pale now,
as she realized the serious and sacred
sweetness of the now tie.
“It is kind of you Jack, to wish to
shield me from mortification at my own
folly, but I cannot wear it until Er¬
nest has forgiven me, and he is the only
one yet,’’ (with ashy little emphasis),
“who has a right to buy my bonnets.
I wilL not wear it tomorrow I”
-
“Oh, yes, you will, little One,” said
a voice behind the rod draperies, as
they swung apart and Ernest Nixon
caught the startled girl in hir arms as
he entered the room. “It was rather
mean to listen, Jack, but finding a bill
for my siater’s bonnet with your signa¬
ture on my table upon my premature
arrival to-night, I naturally looked up
a prompt solution of the situation. It’s
all right, and if you’ll look in beforo
you leave Til give you a check for your
autograph.”
“You may as well hand me my sister's
bill, which you will find among your
papers somewhere at the same time,”
said Jack, laughing.
And tho next day two new bonnets
met upon tho heads of their fair owners,
with such damage to the heart of Ernest
Nixon that when ho told Jack and Bab
later of his successful lusiness venture
in Philadelphia ho also ndded that be
ore long In proposed that they should
exchange their sisters' bonnet bills per¬
manently, a proposition which “wail
promptly accepted.--[IIartford Times.
“Bear” Steaks of Horse Flesh.
I don’t know whethor or not horse
has ever been sold here in Boston for
food, but I am sure that it has been
cooked and eaten. Borne time ago a
leading “vet,” who is, I believe, an ad¬
vocate of this U3e of horseflesh, invited
several persons of his acquaintance,
somewhat noted as gourmets, to join
him in a little supper of bear steaks at
one of our hotels. He represented that
the bear had been shot in Maine and
sent to him as a present. The fact was,
howover, that the dishes which he set
before his guests wero composed of
horse meat—a plump young nag, be¬
longing to a friend of his, haying bro¬
ken a leg, so that it became necessary
to kill him, thus furnishing material for
the feast. All who wero present at it
enjoyed it very much, and considered
that the steaks and othor forms of sup¬
posed bear's meat provided for them
wero excellent and as good as beef or
lamb. Not till tho last dish had been
removed did tho “vet” enlighten his
guests as to tho real nature of their en¬
tertainment, and when ho did so their
after-dinner tranquility was not n little
disturbed. Most of them turned pale,
a few were angry, and ono or two cool
and hardy spirits wore only amused.
Almost all ot them, however, declared
upon reflection that they were converts
to the theory which they had unwit¬
tingly put into practice; but neverthe¬
less, I doubt very much if a single one
of tho party would accept another invi¬
tation from that “vet” without a guar¬
antee as to the character of the viands
of which they were invited to partake.
—[Boston Post.
A Peculiar Custom Prohibited.
Hook-swinging and widow-burning
in India have been abolished; but it is
said that in the Nizam’s dominions
there is a chaste in which when any of
the members dies a flag is attached to a
bamboo, and the bamboo given to a
man to bold over the corpse of the de¬
ceased. Then, having retired to a con¬
venient distance, the men of the case
open fire on the flag, probably by the
way of showing distress, and of helping
the soul of the deceased on its journey
to the other world. It sometimes hap¬
pens that the man holding the flag is
shot, and an order has been issued by
the Government prohibiting firing at
the flag in futures
CIRCUS RIDERS.
>
How Equestriennes Learn to
l. Ride Horses Bareback.
The Use of the “Mechanic”—
A Dangerous Profession.
•‘How do ladies learn to ride bare
back?” asked a New York Journal re¬
porter of Mile. Cadona, one of Bar
tum's most skilful riders.
A'Como inside and I will tell you,”
replied the charming equestrienne, as
sho led the way to her dressing room.
‘ ‘Most of us begin to learn whoa wo
are about ten years of age,” said Mile.
Cadona, when she had doffed her span¬
gled and short skirts and arrayed her¬
self in a quiet street costume.
“It has become tho fashion among
circus proprietors of late years not to
engage a rider unless she is fully compe¬
tent at the start. Formerly the girls
Were tho daughters of other riders, who
managed to teach them during tho tour
of the circus on the road, but that is no
longer allowed. In order to learn the
business now one mu3t go to a regular
established school w.hero bareback rid¬
ing; is Jaught.”
“Where is thoro such a school?” asked
the reporter.
‘*Oh, there are several of them
throughout the country,” replied Milo.
Cadona.
“Ono is in Westchester County, not
far from this city, and is known ns tho
Stokes school. It was once the property
of Mr. Stokes who recently died. Ho
was an old circus rider and was the
father of Kate Stokes, who married
John Stetson, the theatrical manager.
Kate, by the way, was once a daring
bareback rider, but received an injury
to her spine from a fall from her horse,
and’was obliged to abandon the pro¬
fession.” ^Another
school is Den Stones's at
Frankfort, N. J.; ’and there are others at
Indianapolis and Louisville. Mr. Bar
m. Vi go h as a school at Bridgeport,
Con lowlier c the riders are permitted
to practise during the summer months."
“What aro the first steps taken to be¬
come a rider?" asked tho reporter.
“It requiros clear eyesight, presence
V.f mind and nerve," said Milo. Cadona.
•‘In tho centro of tho sawdust ring a
pole is erected. This has a cross bar at
the top reaching out over tho ring.
From this bar depends a cord which is
fastened around the waist of tho begin¬
ner. A man stands near the pole and
turns the cross arm around at a speed
equal to that of the horse. Thi3 ma¬
chine is technically known ns tho
‘mechanic.’ A rope also runs from tho
man’s hands to tho cross arm so that ho
can held tho rider in tho air if she
chances to fall from tho back of the
horse.
“During tho first lessons the begin¬
ner i3 taught how to balance herself
properly. The head is thrown back, the
arms held free and a graceful poise as¬
sumed. It takes several weeks to ob¬
tain proficiency in this respect. Next
the student is taught to leap lightly in
the air, landing on tho padded saddlo,
for bareback riding i3 not attempted
until after success has been gained on
the saddlo.”
“Are falls from the horse of frequent
occurrence?”
“Oh, yes, at first. But tho attendant
easily keeps the rider suspended in tho
air by means of the’ ‘mechanic,’ and no
harm results. Sometimes the horse will
take a sudden jump forward and your
calculations aro thus knocked out, but
most ring horses are trained so well
that they know exactly at what rate of
speed to go. Alter a timo jumping
through paper balloons is attempted,
and then comes a great evont in the life
of every circus rider. That is the first
somersault. I remember as well as if
it wero yesterday when I tried my first
one. I did not turn half way over, but
the ever-ready ‘mechanic’ kept mo from
falling and I soon learned how to do it.
Then the services of the ‘mechanic’ are
dispensed with, and by constant prac¬
tise and not a few falls the novice be¬
comes an equestrienne and has her name
in big letters upon tho billboards.”
“How long does it take to become a
professional rider?” the reporter asked.
“About a year," replied Mile. CadoDa,
“but, like anything else, the longer ono
is at it the more proficient she becomes.
One of the most dangorous acts known
to our business,” she continued, “is
that of jumping through a hoop studded
with sharp knives which point inward.
I received a score of bad cuts while
practising the feat, but eventually ac¬
complished it.”
“How are the horses taught to carry
tho riders?” the reporter asked.
“The horses are broken in by means
of the ‘mechanic’ also,” replied Mile.
Cadona. “And it takes several months
of steady teaching to mako them reli¬
able ring horses. Bareback riders al¬
ways learn to ride by using a horse that
is already broken in. It is impossible
to learn on one that bas not boon. Some
male riders buy a horse for say $200,
and after teaching him tho duties of a
ring horse, can dispose of the animal
for $1300 or $2000 to circus men. We
are all tho time practising tricks on
horseback, somo of them exceedingly
dangerous. It is a risky business, and
I do not know one good fcmalo rider
who has not sustained pretty severe in¬
juries at somo time in her career by a
fall from a horse or an occidental kick
from the animal."
Medicinal qualities iu Odd Substances.
It was only a few years since the skull
of a suicide was_ used in Caithness, Scot¬
land, as a drinking cup for tho euro of
opilepsy. Dr. Autliur Mitchell knows
of a case in which tho body of such a
ono was disinterrod in order to obtain
her skull for this purpose. It was,
however, accounted a moro sure speci¬
fic for epilepsy to rcduco part of tho
skull to powder, and then swallow it.
Even tho moss which grew on such
skulls was deemed a certain euro for
various diseases. Nor was this simply
a popular superstition. In tho official
Pharmacopoeia of the College of Physi¬
cians of London, A. D. 1008, tho skull
of a man who had died a violent death
and tho horn of a unicorn appeared as
highly modicines.
Again, in 1724, tho same Pharma¬
copoeia mentions unicorns’ horns, human
fat, and human skulls, vipers and
worms among the really valuablo medi¬
cal stores. The Pharmacopoeia was re¬
vised in 1742, and various ingredients
wore rejected, but centipodes, vipers
and lizards wero retained. Nor were
these strange compounds prepared for
human subjects only. In the “Angler’s
Vade Mecum,” published in 1881,
anglers are recommended to use oint¬
ment for the luring of ildi, consisting,
among other horrible ingredients, of
man’s fat, cat’s fat, horn’s fat, assn
foetids, finely powdered mummy, cam¬
phor, oil of lavender, etc., and it was
added that man’s fat could be obtained
from the London cliirurgeoas concerned
in anatomy.—[(Robe-Democrat.
Sclenco vs. Burglars,
Science seems to bo doiag well by
burglars, at least. At a recent meeting
of tho Liverpool section of ths Society
of Chomicnl Industry an extraordinary
experiment was shown, which proved
that, by tho Application of some new
gas-heating apparatus, a hole, large
enough to admit a man, could bo fused
in any wrought iron or stool door in ex¬
istence. Tho wholo apparatus can be
carried up a ladder by one man, and
used in any position. At present it
works with noiso, but it can easily bo
made noiseless, and small enough to
carry in a hand bag. At the rate at
which things are moving, says tho Bos¬
ton Courier, it will not bo long bofora
wo shall come, back to tho old system of
trusting for the safety of valuables sim¬
ply to personal vigilenco and prowess.
As fast as a new device is found out for
safety, a corresponding discovery of the
means by which to overcomo or to su¬
pervent it follows as a matter of course
Knte Rang the Fire Bell.
The white maro Kate, which ruus the
hose carriage of steamer No. 2 to fires,
recently went through her usual morn¬
ing training and also went ono better.
When the gong sounded one at 0 a. m.,
to give the correct time, she started for
the bell-rope, caught it with her mouth
and vigorously pulled it. Tho bell
ringing tho fire-call, brought out nearly
all of tho minute men, most of whom
live in tho immediate vicinity. Thoy
rushed to tho engine house ready for
duty, only to find tho handsome Mrs.
Kate inwardly smiling at her conscious¬
ness of duly faithfully performed. The
station men were in tho bodroom and
rushed down ia wonderment, but could
do nothing beyond stroking Mrs. Kate's
faco and leading her to an extra supply
of oats.
A Green and Great Old Age.
Jesse Lisle, of Cocke, Tennessee, is
110 years old, and has documents to
prove it. In boyhood he worked on a
farm. For forty-five years he was a
Baptist preacher, but is now farming
again. He is hale and hearty, does not
wear spectacles, and will not turn
his property to his children for fear they
will squander it. The last winter ho
cleared two acres of virgin forest
out assistance. He says he remembers
when bis father came boms from the
revolutionary war, his feet
from a long tramp and almost famished
for food.—[Pittsburg Gazette.
NO. 19.
My Sweetheart.
I too, have a sweetheart. Fray cease you
deriding;
You were singing last night, “Love raf
never grow old;”
Do you think just because my old poll is $
frosty
My pulses are sluggish, my heart hsi
grown cold!
Well, well, laugh away, I care not for you!
leering.
I have my one sweetheart, my dainties!
dear;
When sho comes through the meadow grasi
singing so gayly,
(The birds coaso their carolling only tc
hear.
The grasses wave around her, the blossom
bow to her,
All doing her homage, all kissing her feet;
And wild timid creatures in woodland re
cesses
Lose fear at her coming and leave theij
retreat.
Sho is rich, and her wealth, without stint,
without measure.
She wears in her tresses’ bright shimmer¬
ing gold;
She has pearls, whitest pearls, and her red
lips disclose them
When the smiles chase the dimplos her
rosy cheeks hold.
With eyolids half shut, I cau see she’s debat¬
ing,
As to whether I sleep with a comical quiz;
I smile, and her white arms ily up in.a
twinkling,
And her faco is laid close to my wrinkled
old phiz.
Oh, sho is my swoetheart, my merriost at
maidens, M
And how much I love her I never can say;
Sho’s my darling, uiy pride, and my life's
greatest blesssng,
Her age! Do you ask iti She is six coma
next May. —[Boston Transcript.
HUMOROUS.
Tho girl who won’t be won usually re¬
mains one.
A girl may bo like sugar for two rea¬
sons—sweet and full of grit.
Tho girl who loves William never
asks her fathor to foot her Bill
The man who married his type-writing
girl was in tho habit of dictating to her,
but now sho dictates to him.
In times of war they charge battoriei
with powder and ball. In times o/
peace, they char them with electrj
city.
The dudo who wears a single eye*
glass can generally see with ono eye
all that ho is capable of thinking
about.
A scientist says a wasp may bo picked
up if it is dono quietly. Yes; it is when
tho wasp is laid down again that the
noise begins.
Brakeman: Soo hero; where are going
with that ax? Passenger: Keep cool,
young man. Wo stop for sandwiches
at the next station.
A New York man has iuvented a pro¬
cess for making railroad cars out of
wood pulp; but it take3 a Kansas cy¬
clone to mako wood pulp out of railroad
ears.
Bystandor: Doctor, what do you
think of this man’s injuries? Doctor:
Humph! Two of them are undoubtedly
fatal, but, as for tho rest of them, timo
alono can tell
“What is a carat?" was one of tho
questions asked on an examination
paper in a New York City school Tho
answer came back: “Something you
put in soup.”
Saturn is 700 times larger than the
earth. Wo impart tho information for
the sake of those who want tho lattor.
They might just ns well want Saturn
and havo dono with it.
An ex-jugilist has become a member
of tho bar in Connecticut. It is pre¬
dicted that ho will use knockdown argu¬
ments and become highly successful as
an expounder of tho law.
At Prof. Lee’s lecture, S. of L. —Pro¬
fessor: “Under the law of entail, ia
case there is no eldest son to inherit, to
whom does tho land next descend?’’
Bright Young Junior: “To the other
sons!”
Consoling Friend (to henpecked hus¬
band)—Why don’t you givo your wife a
pieco of your mind? Henpecked hus¬
band (dazed)—Peace of my mind?
Great Scott, man, sho never lots me
havo any.
Mr. Hopper—May I have tho pleas¬
ure of this dance, Miss Snob? Miss
Snob (wishing to show her preference)
Thanks, Mr. Hopper. I don’t dancf
with every Tom-Dick-and-Harry, but
I’ll mako an exception of you.
A Georgia m m stopped to pick up a
pin on the street, tho other day, with
the following results: His hat fell off
and rolled into the gutter; two sus
pender buttons flew off; his collar split
open and his storo teeth fell out and
broke on thcwalk. He secured the pin.