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VOLUME V.
CANTON, GEORGIA* THURSDAY MORNING, APRIL 17, 1884.
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UK it PICTURE.
I sc* her now—the fairest thing
That ever mooked man's picturing.
I pietnre her sa one who drew
Aside life's curtain and looked through
The mists of all life's mystery,
As from a wood to open sea.
The soft, wide eyee of wonderment
That, trusting, looked yon through
through;
The sweet, arched month, s bow new bent,
That sont love’s arrow swift and true.
Hint sweet, arched mouth 1 The Orient
Hath not such pearls in all her stores—
Not all her storied, spioe-eet shores
Have fragrance suoh as it hsth spent
1 picture her as one who knew
How rare is truth to be untrue—
As one who know the awful sign
Of death, of life, of the divine,
Street pity of all loves, all hatos,
Beneath the iron-footed fates.
I picture her as seeking pesos,
And olive-leaves and vine-set tana ■,
While strife stood by on either hand,
And wrung her tears like rosaries.
I picture her in passing rhyme
As of, yet not a part of, these—
A woman born above her time;
A woman waiting In hor place,
With patient pity on her faoe.
Her faoe, her earnest, baby face j
Hor young face, so uncommon Trias
Hie tendor love-light in her eyes—
Two stars of heaven out of place.
Two start that sung as stars of old
Their silent eloquenoe of soug,
From skios of glory und of gold,
Where God in pnrple passed along—
That patient, baby-face of hers
That won a thousand worshipers 1
That silent, pleading face ; among
Ten thousand faces Just the one
I still shall love when ail is done,
And life lies by, a harp unstrnng.
That face, like shining sheaves among ;
That face, half hid 'mid sheaves of gold ; ’
That face that never can grow old ;
And yet has never boon quite young.
Joaudin MriA.au.
Yoiirs Truly.
BY MRS. M. L. RAYNB.
“ Amazin Grace,” .said Mrs. Pilslqirv;
as she sat with Iter daughter at their
afternoon sowing, “ bo yew goiu’ to piece
s quilt?” J
“ Wliat fur, mother?”
“ Why, ain’t Mr. Van VIeet been to
seo you twice’t runniu’ lately ? He's
Refers by permission to .Tolm Silvey A ,
Co., Thos. M. Clarke A Co., James R. axed ye, I s’pose, tohevbim?”
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of 'Atlanta, Ga. janl-’88-ly
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[jao8-’83 ly.]
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ATTORNEY AT LAW,
CANTON, GEORGIA.
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Administrations on estates.
SSTCo lections a special ty.
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L. NEWM AN,
HOUSE & CARRIAGE FAINTER.
Paper Hanging and Calclmining,
Graining and Glazing.
all wokk ouahantkh u
Cm be found a WMlIckjjShg^
J. M. HARDIN.
House. Sign. Carriage
—AND—
ORNAMENTAL PAINTER,
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Oriental and Grecian piin'tin '. Mezo
Tintin , Carbo-Tin inar, painting ,n fte-
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Satisfaction k -i veno- irir _ •>>»'« ’•
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[jui3-’88-Iy] Uuatop, Goorgm.
An’ I guv him the mitten.”
" Sho 1 Yon wouldn’t be half so silly I
j Why, he’s wuth a dozen orniray men.
' You might go futher and fare wuss. ”
“Jest what I’m goin’ to dew.”
| “ Did yew tell him so?”
“ No, I writ; now, mother, let me be; 1
ain’t a goin’ to marry no man tliet think a
I I’m jumpin’ et the chance. I’d a heap
i rather be an old maid.”
There was nothing said for some time;
then the widow asked:
“ When did yew write, ’Mazin?”
“A day or so past.”
“ Where did you git a pen ?”
“ I borrered one. Mebbe you’d like
to know what I said tew him.”
“You’ve guessed rite,” said the widow,
eagerly.
“It ain’t nothin’ to nobody bnt ns,
mother, a’long ee I didn’t have him,”
said the girl, curtly, and no more was
said, but the widow sighed heavily and
held her hand to her left side.
Amazin knew that it meant her heart*
for she had been brought up to respect
that organ as an intimidating power.
This time she did not relent, bnt won
dered why she could not like that big.
good-looking Van VIeet well enough to
marry him, for they were poor, poor as
that historio church mouse, and he was
well ofl.
Bat they were not mercenary. People
called them simple folks; perhapu be
cause they lacked education, and be
lieved everything that was told them.
But they were good as gold. The widow’s
face and form, lank and ungainly, were
familiar in every siok room. They ren
dered unto Cffisar the things that weie
Cmsar’s. They owed no man anything,
though they worked early and late to ac
complish it. They were good to every
body and everything, irad Amazin Grace
—her mother Lad named her after the
hymn beginning, “AmaziDg Grace, how
sweet the sound"—was really pretty. Bo
thought big, hulking, shame-faced Van
VIeet, when he came a-courting her,
with his trousers tucked into cowhide
boots and a coon-skin cap tied down over
his ears. Sne was the only girl he was
afraid of, and he wasn’t afraid of her,
come right down to it.
He was an honest, decent chap, witk
a fist like a sledge hammer and a heart
like a child’s. He wanted Amazin Grace,
and he couldn’t imagine any reason why
he should not have her. When he got
her simple little letter of refusal, written
out with infinite difficulty and spelled on
a new plan of phonetics, he read it over
and over, smoked his cob pipe, read the
letter again, grinned a good bit, then
folded it reverently, and put it in the
j pocket nearest his heart,
“That s all rite, my girl,” he chuckled,
A couple of montha passed away.j
One peculiarity of time is that it treats
all people alike, It does not fly from
some and stand still with others. It
was spring at the Vau VIeet farm, which
'was one mass of apple and cherry blos
soms,^y^it was spring at the Widow
PilsbuEy*a little lean-to boose, without
slirub or blossom. The widow looked
out of the window and sighed. She
had never heard the “Bong of ths
Shirt," but she had sung it nil her life.
It was her bread nnd butter.
“There's Van VIeet I” she exolaimed,
looking up from her lap-board. “Well,
I declaim 1 What brings him here?"
“P’raps he’s cornin' to ssk yew to hev
him, mother,Grace, laugh
ing, while a bwchhflush of pink stained
her round checks.
“I wish he should I” said the widow,
devoutly; “I should consider it wus
flyin’ in the face of rrovidenoe not to
marry suoh a man—if he asked me.”
But Mr. Van VIeet stalked iu with a
brief "good-day,” threw an armful of
blossoms into the lap of Amaain Gr%pe,
and said:
"I’m ready for a weddin'."
“Did yon get my letter ?” asked the
girl.
“Yep 1 It warn’t. to say, lovin’, but
I took yer meaniv , I’ve fenoed in the
lull! north lot, ant. fnrbushed the house
up, so yer wouldn’t know it, an’ I knlvu-
mtc ef we kin got married next week, it
won't interfere with my spring work—
hey ?”
Amazin Graoe sat back and looked the
picture of surprise. The widow thought
she heard the cat in the pantry and dis
creetly withdrew. As the door closed
Farmer Van VIeet took two little red
hands In his, and bonding forward gave
Amazin Grace an awful stnaok.
“That seals the bargain,” he said, but
the indignant girl jumped up and
ordered him out of the house. To her
astonishment ho didii’t budge a step.
“Not muteht I reekin I’ve a right to [
.kina j«* Leaitia bUltLy—then t\8
stepped to the door called loudly :
‘Mother ! knm here I"
The widow must have been conven
iently near, for she almost fell Into the
room at his first wold, and he bestowed
another sounding smack on her.
“It’s all rite,” he said, “mean* Amazin
Grace is goin’ to be married, and you
kin dance at the weddin’. ”
“But—but the letter,” gasped the
girl. “Yon ain’) understood a word of
it. ”
‘•The fact is,” said Farmer Van VIeet,
“I ain’t had no eddicatiou to speak of;
been too busy grubbiu’ laud all my life,
I didn’t raly read the letter to sense it,
but when I see how you signed it that
was enuff for me. I knowed you
wouldn’t hov writ that way to a feller yo
weren’t goin’ to marry. I don’t know
much about gals, but 1 know that 1”
When it was all settled that they were
to be marrried next week, Sunday,
Farmer Van VIeet rode off, aud the two
women put away the lap-board and re
signed the universal shirt-making busi
ness forever.
“I’d give the w'orld to know what
writ to him,” said Amazin Grace.
“The world ain’t yourn tew give,” cor
rected her mother, piously.
“I’m sartin sure E told him no,” said j
the girl, “but I reckon lie wus bound to I
hev me, an’ I dunno ez I’m half sorry,
either, now."
When they were married and Amazin
Grace and her mother had gone out to
the new home in the smart new spring-
wagon, the bride returned to the subject
of the letter.
“I hev a bnrnin’ cur’osity to know
what I writ,” she said, "cause (blushing
prettily) I thought I riffused you.”
“O ho, I guess not,"said the triumph
ant lover. “Look-a-here, Mrs. Van
VIeet, here’s the letter. ’Tain’t but a
few words. There ain’t no ’ticnlar mean-
in’ in them, but it’s the signing of them.
Do yon see that? Them two wordB
would stand in law to mean plain yes;
there’s no gittin’ around them I”
Amazin Grace and her mother both
read at once:
“Mr. Van VIeet:
“deer sir—I am sory to Inform you
that your attenshuns are in nowise Re-
cipperkated. _
“Yures trewly,
“Amazin Grace Pilsbubt.”
“That fetched me,” said Mr. Van
VIeet, looking admiringly [ at his new
possession. “I doan’t know mneb, but
I reckon I kin tell what a girl means
when she writes to a feller and signs her
self ‘Yures trewly.’”—Detroit Free
Preaa.
LIFE IN THE NORTHWEST.
avivid DBMCRirTioN or a Dakota
ltAIL-MTORM.
A risMSSt PIsm la Ctap la-A Ssaasr
ThnnSer.iarm Taras RsMtaly la a Wla-
lar llallataras
What a
RUM AH* TOBACCO.
Ynteraa has la Bar Absat Tbrir
Use.
A Dakota correspondent writes as
- Nlows of a little storm he met np in the
I Northwest: 1
I We were juat finishing, supper one
' evening when, to some one’s observation
♦bat it was getting dark mighty fast, onr
Jiliief, looking np, dropped kfeife and
fork and yelled:
4 “Thunder I boys, it’s going to rain,
flurry up! get the things inside the
lent”
\ Get the mischief I for pitter palter—
Whiz—bang I and one of the wont hail
storms that ever awept the plains was
■pon us, driving us all—e round dozen
iu number—into a little eight by ten
Three minutes after the first drop
IjJl it would have coat a man hia life to
lBiys gone any distance from shelter, for
ioe was ooming down in blooks six
inches iu circumference and in perfect
sheets. ’ Our -oovered wagon started off
fhi a trip across the oountry—proving
iifelf literally a prairie schooner—and
brought np in the river beyond, and, de
spite the effort of a dozen stalwart men,
onf tent came nearly after. All around
inside the men were either on tboir
kntes holding down the canvass, or
hfilging on to the ridge-pole with might
an| main, while the hail pelted the roof,
ships and ends of onr tent with such
foihe that no one oould stand against the
eaihrass, and through the hollows which
th*t stones knocked in our supposed
tightly-stretched tent the water poured
iu volumes. The mule* of our ontfl'
ford loose from their pioketa, and, rush-
iufc' 1 #ildly about, sought shelter along
tlia high banks of the river. One wise
ofc! iss called Balaam backed np against
the -ee aide of onr toot and assisted not a
tittlo in keeping it from blowing over.
On* (articular mule—the meanest brute
.1—A «•«*• atllD.*OH I ‘
to run, stood kicking throughout the
storm, which lasted about twenty min
utes.
We were about a mile away from the
nearest point of shelter—a village of
rough elap-board houses, which had
been ran np in a day or ao with the
first talk of building a road. So, after
the storm, for this village we started.
Wet to the skin we waded across the in
tervening plain, many plaoea over shoes
in ice and water, and to add to onr
misery it kept getting oolder and ooldor
ns we splashed through the water and
ice. Arriving at the only hotol in the
town we found the usual Western hos
pitality. To our demand for a fire by
which to dry onr clothing the landlord
replied that we should have one just as
soon as he oould hunt up the necessary
fuel. In the oourse of au hour the fire was
started and around it we clustered, and
by alternating “foie and aft," drying
outside and wetting inside, we finally
succeeded in restoring circulation.
A heavy rain now aet in, and how it
i can rain out here on the prairies I Our
i landlord and his aon stood in the hall
I sweeping back the water as it flooded in
j under the door—a practical illostration
of King Canute and the flood, Bod about
as successful. Bed-time arrived and a
dozen stiff boys, shoeless, costless, as
less several other articltsB of attire which
need not be mentioned, all of which
were left behind to dry by the only fire
the hotel offered, marched ont through
the wet hall, and climbed a ladder to the
loft. Here we wrestled manfully with
the bugs till near morning, when it be
gan blowing snob a terrific gale that a
dozen fellows came to a sitting posture
to debate the question of hunting the
cellar. One of the regular boarders
awakened by the din, settled the ones-
HIE HUMOROUS PAPERS.
WHAT Wl FIND IN THSM TO NMll.k
OTVR.
tion by calling out: “You infernal
fools; there’s not a cellar in town; lay
down aud sleep; it’s better to bo on top
than urdor, any day.” We laid down.
In the morning our landlord brought
up our shoes, clothes, etc., in a bushel
basket and emptied them out on the floor
to be scrambled for. On going out, the
worst scene of devastation it has ever
been the lot of the writer to see, met his.
eye. The day before, largo fields of
grain ripe for the sickle, could be seen,
stretching away in all directions, of
which not a stalk remained standing;
garden growth of all kinds utterly de
stroyed; Hardly a pane of glass was left
in the village; the foliage of the trees
was bo out and mangled that the limbs
looked as bare as in winter time. A belt
eight miles in width and twice as many
in length was entirely ceared of vege
tation.
In an Interview with P. T. Barnmn
by a New York Sun reporter, the follow
ing conversation took plaoe:
“How long have yon maintained such
regular habits f"
“As far as practicable sinoe 1847,when
I became a teetotaler, although when I
was a traveling showmen my boom wen
neeeawily not so good.”
“Did yon drink mnoh prior to 1M7?”
“Well, I wouldn’t have Allowed any
body to tell me ao, hat when I look book
over that time I know now that I did.
When I built my magnificent Oriental
oountry aeat, Iranis tan, I waa proud of
the house, but ten ttmee prouder of my
wine eellar than ef anything alan I had.
I waa not in the habit of drinking die-
tilled liquors, bat every day at dinner
took my bottle of champagne, or its
equivalent in oUier winee or malt liquor*.
I did no business after noon, end my
mother-in-law need to aay aometimea
that I waa 1 heady ’ after dinner. I felt
quite offended at the sag gee tion and
threatened to go book to whisky if it I
waa repeated, for I really oonaldered my- i
self quite a temperance man, sinoe I
drank only wine, and thought my after-
dinner feelings wars dne to overeating
rather than drinking. Bat I gal ttm
Bov. Dr. Ohapln to some op to Bridge
port and daliVer a tempo ran oe leetnre,
for the subject of whioh he took ’ the
moderate drinker,* and I saw myeeU In
quite a new light I realized for the first
time the bed example I waa Betting, and
when I went home that night waa ao
worried that I oooid aoarealy sleep. The
next morning I had my eoaehman knock
the necks off all the champagne bottles
I had in my sellar, soma five or six
dozen; the part and other medloinal
winer I gave away In cease of rinknem,
and the liquors I returned to the dealers
That waa the end of my drinking. As
bumblebees am biggest when they are
Hut x —<i ■ iw>
ot conversion, an enthusiast on the sub
ject of teetotaliam. I went all over
Connecticut and New York delivering
free lectures on the subject, and even
went ont to Wisoonein, stumped the
State at my own expense, and at least
helped to oarry it on a temperance plat
form.”
“You swore off on tobaeoo also?”
“Yea—or at least I stopped its use. I
never ohewed, bnt I was a great smoker
When I went over to England lecturing,
in 1866, after the Jerome Clock Com
pany disaster overwhelmed me, I was in
suoh a situation that every pound was
of importance to me, and os I was then
using every week a sovereign’s worth of
cigars, I thought I would praotioe econ
omy and atop it One Sunday I ohewed ;
chamomile flowers all day instead of j
smoking, by a druggist’s advice, and j
they almost killed me. The next day I
went to smoking again, and continued it
up to 1800. I oould give np liqnor eas
ily enough, but not tobacco, and I aver
aged ten cigars a day. One day in 1860,
on my way down to the museum, I felt
a strange ohoking sensation away down
in my throat, and then a throbbing or
palpitation of my heart. I had noticed
it a little for a year before, bnt paid no
particular attention to it until then. I
asked my manager, Greenwood, what it
was, and he said it was heart disease,
and the symptoms I described as mine
meant death. That seared me pretty
badly. I determined to give np busi
ness at onoe, retire to the oountry, and
prepare to die, but before doing so con
sulted Dr. Willard Parker. He examined
me, and said : ‘You may have a very
hard heart, for all I know, bnt yon have
as strong a one os there is in New York.
Nicotine is all that is the matter with
yon. Stop smoking.’ I did so at onoe,
I was so seared, and never smoked again.
For a year, however, I used to oarry bits
of calamus in my pocket to chew on
when I wanted to smoke.”
■an DINEARB.
“What yon need, madame,” said a dis
tinguished physician to an Interesting
invalid, “is outdoor air and exercise,
particularly walking.”
“I know it,” was the aad reply; "bnt
aay husband won't give aa any Money
to go ahoppfng.”
wmmn KiNORAMon m anise, rro.
“Ain’t you ashamed of yourself to
fight with a boy so mnoh smaller than
yourself ? I really can’t understand It,”
said a clerical looking gentleman to a
big boy who was imposing an a small
one.
“Bo yon oan't understand it?” fM
torted the young ruffian, impudently.
"No, [ oan’t”
“Well, then, why do you meddle
with things you don't understand ?”—
Auatin SiJtinga.
It
A sa vivos bank cashier in Wisoonsin
has just died from the bite of a mad cat.
Friends of the cat ask for a suspension
of public opinion until the bauk’s ac
counts can be investigated.
♦
Young man, try to oultivate a hunted
look. Then people will think you’re
hounded to death by leap year pro
posals,
A FARM Vf THE TOWN of Eliot, Me.,
has been the home of nine generations
of one family, having been handed down
from father to son for nearly 260 yean.
The first bouse was built of bricks im
ported from the old country, but in 1786
It was so shaken by an earthquake that
it was torn down and the present struc
ture built of heavy oak timber. Upward
of 76 children have been oora and
brought up .there, and it is recorded that
only one unmarried person has ever died
in it, exoept one child,who was accident
ally killed.
The American Orooer rama that in
1888 3,000,000 oases of tomatoes were
packed in the United States, each con
taining two dozen tina. The exact figures
are 70,646,896 oana. Their value at
wholesale was probably $6,000,000.
Maryland pats np about one-half of the
product, and New Jersey over a fifth.
“I notiee in the paper*," said the wife
of a well-known Judge, "that soma law
yers am advocating that Judges should
be slothed in 41k gowns.”
"Yes,” ha replied, straightening him
self up. “Bow do you think 1 would
look in a new allk gown?”
"1 hardly know,” said the lady. "Yon
might look wall and yon might not, bnt
it is about time that somebody in the
family had a new silk gown.”—Phila
delphia Call.
HZ KNOW THU raoraeoR.
"Yea,” said the dootor, “you must
prepare yonrself for the wont You
•snoot live many days. Yon had better
make your will at onoe.”
"Make my will I” gasped the sick
lawyer.
"Yes,” replied the dootor, gently,
would be well. I think-’’ . y- ..
•'No,” tne legal man mrta, snaXing hie
head. “I will never make a will. My
family needs what little property I have
got.”- Philadelphia Evening Call
PLANTATION PintiOSOPHT,
A little mind in er big head is ter me
Uke a boy libin’ alone in er big house.
Dar's two men whut yer kain orgy wid
’bout wimmin. One whnt's flxin’ ter git
married on’ one whnt’s been married fur
some time.
When I sees a man dat alius wants ter
pray I somehow kain’ ho’p thinkin’ dat
he’s done sn’thin’ dat ho wants de Lawd
ter wipe out.
I nebor seed a man yit whut I thought
had a ’souse fur bein’ prond, for ef he
will only turn ter de simplest in natnr’ it
*on’t take five minits’ study ter 'vinos
him dat he’s er fool.
Good olothes am all right, young man,
an’ alius am 'spectoil, but don' let ’em
fool yer. It ain’t de glitter dat makes
da knife out, fur a black-lookin’ knife
sometimes has de keenest edge.—Ar-
Icanaatu Traveler.
TBIPIiUD IN PRION.
An old horse attached to a still older
ash-wagon was left standing on Lamed
street West, yesterday, when the damp
ing of a load of coal started him off on
the run. When the owner returned to
the spot where be had left his rig a boy
informed him of what had occurred.
“ Ran away ? Do yon say my horse
ran away ?’’
"Yes, sir.”
" Did he strike into a gallop ?”
"He did.”
“ And people were excited ?”
“ Yes, sir. There was quite a orowd
around."
“And after he turned the corner he
broke the wagon, you say ?"
“ Smashed it all to pieces, Bir."
“ Well, by George I I was off trying
to find, some one who’d give me ten dol
lars for that home, but now I won’t take
a cent less than twenty-five dollars I
Actually strnok a gallop and ran away,
eh ? I believe I won’t sell short of thirty
dollars I”—Detroit Free Preaa.
The Wheat Crop.
The Cincinnati Price Ourrmt has
made a special examination ot the wheat
stocks in the country and publishes the
result. The report shows the total
supply of wheat to be 175,000,000 bush
els ; to this is added 86,000,000 bushels
in floor in the hands of dealers, making
a total of 210,000,000 bushels for the re
maining half of the crop year. The esti
mated requirements for that time an :
For domestic food, etc., 196,000,000
bnshels; for export, inolnding floor,
67,000,000 bnshels, leaving • surplus of
27,000,000 bushels. This is calculated
upon the basis of exports of 120,000,000
bushels this year, against 148,000,000
bnshels last year.