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A Woman Barrister.
Mias Ethel Benjamin, a young Jew
ess, has been admitted to the New
Zealand bar as a barrister and solici
tor of the Supreme Court. She is the
first woman barrister in the English
colonial courts.
Matched Goods.
It is said that we aTe going back to
the days of matching things. So
glaring have been the combinations
worn in the attempt to be chic that
fashion has had a revulsion of feeling,
and now we are going to have things
to match. Belts match the skirts now,
and it is considered very swagger to
have belt, tie and hatband of the same
color.
Double Veil#.
Double veils are very stylish and
very flattering to the complexion.
Blue is always a becoming color in a
veil, and a white lining is decidedly
improving. There are also white
lined brown veils, with the small
chenille dots plaoed far apart. Pink
lined veils are very charming and are,
perhaps, the most frequent choice,
since they give a delicate tint to the
skin. Usually the outer layer is white,
with either black or white dots. The
utility veil to be worn on the cars or in
steamboats is of chiffon, white, with
white or black dots, small or large,
and closely or widely scattered.
Making Up Wash Fabrics.
While hand-sewn tucks are the
prettiest on summer gowns, they are
usually done on the machine.
Many wash fabrics, as well as other
materials, ravel as soon as cut, so
overcast all edges as soon as possible.
Of all crash materials duck probably
shrinks the most, and it is tempting
patience to make it up without scald
ing it first, and pique is almost as bad.
Do not starch either and iron on the
wrong side.
The neatest organdie gowns have
the seams made in the French or bag
style, while others have the edges
turned in and overcast together. Even
the thinnest fabric must have gored
seams, as the full gathered skirt with
uncut widths is now unknown. —Chi-
cago Becord.
Wrought Iron Work.
In spite of the talk of the new wo
man, “house proud” is a term still de
served by many matrons. With the
return of a prying sunshine there is the
annual flurry to put in new carpets,
and curtains. Artistic ironwork has
become a veritable epidemic. The old
patterns of mediaeval Italy are being
reproduced everywhere, and in the
homes of people of wealth and taste
hall door panels are often replaced by
ironwork ngaiust frosted or muffled
glass, For the woman who loves win
dow boxes there can be nothing more
delightful than the bent iron stand or
rack, which may be securely fastened
to the sill and which hides the plain,
unlovely box or pots in which the
bright hued plants are growing. A
wrought iron frame for an unused fire
dace, in which are set growing vines
and blossoms, is another pretty device
of the modern times.
War,-' • W-’-'--: .7
Gli’ls in the City.
Girls, don’t go to the city in the ex
pectation of earning high wages. The
co-operative home for girls, New York
City, receives (to the extent of its lim
ited capacity) girls whose pay is less
than $7 a week, and lodges and feeds
them at the rate of from $2.50 to $3 a
week; girls out of work are permitted
to render an equivalent for their board
in bedmaking, sweeping, dishwashing,
etc. Matron Rapelye says: “Most of
our girls receive from $1 to $6. Of
course we do not take them if they
make more than $7, but few even in
the large dry goods stores make more
than that. And many work in factor
ies and shops for $3 or $4. Book
keepers and accountants ordinarily
make $5 or $6, and the business schools
are turning out continually classes of
typewriters who are glad to work for
$6 a week. Out of this they must pay
board, laundry, car fare, or walk miles
to and from their work, besides being
expected to dress well and neatly every
day. One girl here makes only $2.25
and we have occasionally had girls
over sixteen years old who worked
from Monday morning until Saturday
night for $2.50. It is for such cases
that the home provides, and, needless
to say, it is always full.—American
Agriculturist.
Uffly Eyebrows.
Would any conscientious poet think
of writing a sonnet to his lady’s eye-_
brows nowadays? [lt would almost’
seem not from the conspicuous lack of
that form of poetry in contemporary
literature. And the student finds the
cause of the falling off of such verse,
not in the indolence of the poets, but
in the eyebrows themselves. They are
thin, they are “scraggy,” they spread
in scatterin ; fashion over lids and fore
head, they lack distinctness, fineness
and grace.
To cultivate eyebrows worthy the
songs of the bards, first buy an eye
brow brush and use it religiously, al
ways brushing the brow in the right
direction. If the hairs are scattered a
specialist will remove the stray ones.
If they are thin, vaseline applied at
night will help to make them grow.
Another method of promoting growth
of eyebrows is to apply a little petro
leum to them evsrj morning after
washing in cold water. The eyebrows
should not be rubbed or brushed the
wrong way. It is a very bad habit,
that of rubbing the brows, and it is
’ fatal to their beauty, for the hairs will
not lie flat afterward, but bristle up
and look most unbecoming.
Scurf on the eyebrows should be
treated a* follows: Bathe every day
with hot water and a little soap aud
apply vaseline to the spot at night. On
no account rub them when they are in
clined to be scurfy.—Sau Francisco
Chronicle.
Klndfe of Lace Tliat Exist.
The question having been asked as
to the kinds of laces known, it may be
said that their names are many. A
partial list of laces would begin with
Albisola and conclude with Ypres, as
follows:
Albisola, Alencon, Brussels, Ant
werp, Appliqne, Aras, Auvergne, Ave
Maria, Baby, Balloon net, Basket,
Bayeux, Beaded, Beggars, Bilinent,
Blond, Bisette, Bobbin, Bone point,
Border, Bourg Argental, Bride, Broad,
Buckingham, Burano, Cadiz, Carnival,
Cartisane, Caterpillar point, Chain,
Chantilly, Chenille, Cluny, Cordover,
Cork, Cretan, Crewel, Crochet,
Crown, Dalecarlian, Damascene,
Darned, Devonshire, Diamond,
Dieppe, Dresden point, Duchesse,
Dunkirk, Dutch, Ecru, English point,
False Valenciennes, Flat point, Flem
ish point, Fuseau, Genoa, Grammont,
Gueuse, Guipere, Henriquez, Hollie
point, Honiton (made in Devonshire,
England), Jesuite, Knotted, Lille,
Limerick, Macrame, Mechlin, Mignon
ette, Miercourt, Needle point, Oyah,
Parchment, Pillow, Plaited point, Pot
(from pattern introduced), Powdered
(covered with small flowers and dots),
Saxony, Spanish, Statute (lace made
in accordance with sumptuary laws),
Tambour, Tape, Thread, Torchon,
Trolley, Valenciennes,Ypres.—Scien-
tific American.
Here’s a Spry Maine Girl.
Writing from East Orrington, Me.,
a correspondent of the New York Sun
says: “All the way from here to Ban
gor people are talking about and prais
ing Sarah Curran, the Bixteen-year-old
daughter of Nick Curran, a dairy far
mer. Curran has been confined to the
house by rheumatic fever for six weeks
and every morning Sarah has been up
at 3 o’clock to do the chores. When
she and her mother have milked eight
een cows and put them to pasture, she
eats her breakfast aud by the time
other milkmen are getting up she is on
the milk cart on her way to Bangor.
When she has gone over a good part
of the city, supplying customers in
pint and quart lots, she turns the
horse for home, arriving there in time
to take dinner. In the afternoon she
attends to the farm work and does
other tasks that usually devolve upon
a man. After supper she helps to
milk the eighteen cows aud goes to
bed ea m to get a good start the next
morning.
Though she does the work of a man
she is not at all mannish iu her ways,
being of slight frame and very modest.
Until she left school two years ago to
help her father on the farm she was
considered the brightest pupil in her
class. Since then most of her life lias
been passed outdoors. She has driven
a pair of horses to haul cord wood to
market, taking it from the stump in
the forest to the dooryard of her cus
tomCTS and unloading it without
trouble. She says that when she
reaches eighteen years of age—by
which time her father ought to be wglL
to-do —she is going away to school and
take a course in some college that
grants equal privileges to both sexes.
After getting educated she purposes to
become a doctor.
Shown on Ilry Gootls Counters.
White pique stocks.
Tartan plaid traveling rugs.
Kibbon corsets in light colors.
Bibbed silk and wool materials.
Heavy linen suits for small boys.
White sailor hats with a red baud.
White cotton cheviot shirt waists.
Green, blue and red sun umbrellas.
Scarlet ties and belts worn en suite-
Shaped blouse fronts of embroidered
net.
Traveling capes made out of Scotch
shawls.
Wash silk in narrow and medium
stripes.
Heavy lace inserting in flower
patterns.
Barge-meshed or skeleton haircloth
for facing.
Scarlet shirt waists of China and
foulard silk.
Beather medicine cases for different
sized bottles.
White serge gowns trimmed with
mohair braid.
Hats trimmed with cherries, currants
and other fruit.
Bndies’ pea jackets of rough cloth
with gilt buttons.
Gold studs engraved with an anchor
for outing waists.
Bizard skill purses, belts and bags
for the multitude.
Tan and gray gloves seamed and
stitched with black.
Applique bauds of silk-embroidered
flowers and scrolls.
Black and white string and bow ties
for light mourning.
Quantities of blue and white Chiua
silk cravats for men.
Fancy collars and cuffs of a lace ruff
over a ribbon band.
Blue serge jacket suits trimmed in
black and gold braid.
Mized green straw sailors with a
greeu or black band.
White and blue leather belts fast
ened with a gilt anchor.
Binen suits trimmed with red band 8
in cut-out applique style.
Mousseliue bows in kilted fans with
a cravat hand attachment.
Black mousseline* fans embroidered
in gilt thread aud spangles.
Colored pique suits trimmed with
hands of guipure inserting.
White duck jacket suits trimmed
with blue or Turkey-red bands.
Many black and white striped,
checked, barred and dotted silks.
Bonis XIV. garnitures of beads aud
silk applique for the front of a corsage.
SAVED SEWARD’S LIEE.
MAJOR ROBINSON’S DETAILED AC
COUNT OF THE ATTACK.
He 1# Livinjj lt California, and For Thirty
Years Ha# Avoided Interviewer# About
the Night of Terror—An Awful On
slaught—Three Stabbed Betide# Seward
Major G. F. Bobinson, the only
person on the Pacific Coast who has
had a vote of thanks from Congress
for a meritorious act, one of the very
few persons who has a gold medal
given by Congress for bravery, and
one of but two men who were ever
promoted at once from private to
Major in the United States Army, lives
at Pomona, Cal., with his family
among the orange groves and on an
avenue of palms.
At tho same moment that Abraham
Lincoln was shot to death in Ford’s
Theatre in Washington, on April 14,
1865, and when, but for a change of
plans, General U. S. Grant would
doubtless also have been killed, Major
Bobinson, unarmed and unprepared,
grappled with the armed and desperate
assassin, Lewis Payne, in the darkened
sick room of Secretary Seward.
Major Bobinson has studiously
avoided through some thirty years
interviews by newspaper and magazine
writers. Last week, however, says a
correspondent of the Boston Advertiser,
he permitted an interview by a fellow
townsman and a personal friend. “I
have never known,” said Major Bobiu
son, “how I came to be detailed to act
as nurse at the home of Secretary
Seward in April, 1865. I had been
confined to the hospital for several
months by a gunshot wound in my
leg.
“The evening of April 14 was beauti
ful and clear. At a little before 10 p.
in., when the Secretary was sleeping
easily, the house was closed for the
night. Mrs. Seward had gone to her
sleeping room. Frederick Seward,
second son of the Secretary, had re
tired. Miss Fannie Seward, a daugh
ter, and I sat in the sick chamber on
the third floor. Miss Seward was near
the bed. Her father lay propped up
in bed. Just before ten the sound of
a man was heard down in the hall. It
was afterward learned that the porter
saw a tall young man on horseback
dash up to the stone curbing. He
claimed to be Dr. Verdis’s assistant,
and pushed his way into the house.
The first that I knew of the assassin
in the house was when the front door
closed. Miss Seward heard the sound
of someone coming heavily up the
front stairs, and remarked upon the
carelessness of any one who would so
noisly approach a sick chamber. At
the top of the stairway Frederick
Seward met the supposed messenger.
“ ‘What is it?’ asked Mr. Seward, in
a low tone.
“ ‘Di\ Verdis sent me with this
medicine for Secretary Seward,’ was
the man’s reply. ‘lt must be taken
immediately. lam the doctor’s stu
dent, and must tell Mr. Seward how
and when to take the medicine.’
“Frederick answered that he would
see if his father was awake. Then he
opened the door of the Secretary’s
room and tiptoed over to the bed where
his father lay. He went back and re
marked that he would not disturb the
patient at that hour, As he spoke he
closed the door behind him. In a
trice there came the sound of blows,
as if one had been struck by a rattan.
Not a word was spoken. I sprang
from my chair, threw open the hall
door in time to see a very tall, power
ful beardless man about to open it
himself, and back of him Frederick
Seward, covered with blood from
wounds on his head.
“The stranger jumped through the
door at me. I saw a knife flash in
the feeble gaslight. He dealt me an
awful blow on the scalp and forehead.
I fell backward, while blood started
down my face and beard. The stranger,
wearing a long light-covered overcoat,
a slouch hat and cavalry boots, gave
Miss Seward (who had taken alarm
and started to call for help) a thrust
that threw her aside. He pounced
upon the bedside. The assassin had
his now broken navy pistol in bis left
band and a long heavy knife in his
right. He leaned over and across the
bed, and, placing his pistol on Secre
tary Seward’s chest, struck madly aud
frantically at the head and neck. I
saw, a thousand times quicker than it
takes to tell it, the assassin strike at
the Secretary’s head, and lay open a
gash in his right cheek and in the side
of his neck. I leaped upon the bed
beside the stranger from the rear,
caught his arm as his right hand
gripped the knife fora surer and more
powerful stroke, aud thus diverted the
blade. The knife went into the Sec
retary’s neck on the side nearest to us
as I pulled him from the bed.
“Then began a terrific band-to-hand
grapple. The assassin gave me a deep
cut iu the right shoulder as I pulled
him backward from the bed. A second
later he gave me another cut. Iu a
twinkling he turned on me with the
ferocity of an enraged tiger, while Sec
retary Seward rolled off the further
side of the bed. The assassiu struck
at me several times, once giving me a
slash in the left shoulder. I clinched
my arms about him with my utmost
strength, while he was trying to force
me away so that he could use his arms
either to thrust his bloody knife i ito
me or to beat me into insensibility by
blows with his big pistol. Meanwhile
Miss Seward had pmlied up the win
dow in the sick room and had screamed
‘Murder! Murner!’ Although weak
from my hospital experience and my
use of crutches for six months pre
vious, I was naturally a strong young
man at that time.
“My antagonist vainly tried to raise
his hands to beat or stab me. He sud
denly dropped his pistol aud tried to
jiush me from him or to throw me. I
clung to the man with even greater in
tensity. ‘ All I saw was my desperate
big antagonist and that knife blade. I
grasped the assassin’s right wrist. He
ceased for a brief second his stabbing
tactics and tried to throw me. Then,
summoning all my strength, I tried to
throw him. My wounded leg gave
way and I partially staggered. The
assassin made a vain snatch at my
throat.
“The despairof the moment brought
back my full strength, and I tripped
the villain somewhat off his feet. While
I had him in that position I urged him
a few feet a cross the room toward the
hall door. When we were about hall
way across the room and in fierce
grapple I felt someone taking hold oi
me from behind. It flashed into my
mind that there was an accomplice of
the murderer. Then I saw in the dim
light that it was Major A. H. Seward.
He had heard his sister’s shrieks, bad
sprung out of bed and had come into
his father’s room to find, ns he first
thought, two drunken soldiers scuff
ling in the darkness.
“I called to him: ‘Hold that man’s
hand; get that knife;’ but the Major
reached around me from behind and
got his hands on the assassin’s shoul
ders, so as to push him along through
the hall door. The assassin came
against the woodwork of the door, and
thereby regained a firm footing. As
quick as lightning he freed himself
from my grasp, and gave Major Seward
several stabs about the head and shoul
ders. He bounded down the stairs.
Mr. Hansel, n messenger in the State
Department, was running down the
stairs to get help. The fellow over
took Mr. Hansel and gave him a slash
down the back. Then the assassin
went out on the front door like a
rocket, leaped into his saddle, and,
striking his spurs into his horse’s
flanks, was off in the darkness.
“The whole affair occupied probably
not over three minutes. When the
assassin was gone, I turned to find
Secretary Seward on the carpet at the
farther side of the bed. His daughter
was bending over him. The Secretary
was bleeding profusely. The pool of
blood in which he lay, the gaping gash
in his cheek, the wound in his neck,
and his ghastly pale face, all made a
dreadful sight. We lifted the patient
to his bed, and found that his heart
still beat, although he seemed to be
pulseless.”
Modern Irrigation,
The Mormons are admittedly the
founders of irrigation among Anglo-
Saxons. Until they made their first
rude canal from City Creek on that
July day, in 1847, men of their race
had never dealt seriously with this in
dustry. As the pioneers enjoyed a
practical equality in the matter of pov
erty, their irrigation works were nec
essarily built by means of co-operative
labor. Every man performed his share
of the work and received his proportion
of stock in the company which owned
the canal. It was nearly forty years
after the first settlement was made be
fore costly works were built by outside
capital, and the innovation was not
regarded with favor by the Mormons.
In Utah the stores, factories and banks
are owned very generally by joint
stock companies, consisting of multi
tudes of small share owners. The
“coop” is a familiar expression heard
everywhere and painted on numerous
signs. The greatest of their stores is
Zion’s co-operative mercantile institu
tion. This does an annual business of
from $5,000,000 to $6,000,000. In
twenty-five years it has paid dividends
of nearly $2,500,000, an average of
nine and one-third per cent, for every
year, and a total of 243 per cent, in
all. The sum of SIOOO, invested in its
stock at the date of its original incor
poration in 1869, had accumulated to
$2014.30 in 1895, and in addition had
received in cash dividends the sum of
$4218.05. These profits had been
shared by large numbers of stock
holders and reproduced on a small
scale by many other co-operative stores
scattered throughout Utah and ad
joining States and Territories. A va
riety of factories, as well as banks, are
owned and managed successfully by
the same method. The beet sugar
factory at Lehi was the first to be
equipped with a complete plant of
American manufacture. It is owned
by 700 stockholders and pays hand
some dividends.
Smoke ami Storms.
The following interesting results,
says the Biterary Digest, have been
reached by Herr liasner, of Berlin,
from a study of the periodicity of
storms iu Germany: “During the
years of 1883-92, storms at Berlin show
a maximum frequency on Thursdays
and a minimum frequency on Mon
days. Observations made, also at
Berlin, from 1830 to 1840 aud from
1848 to 1891 indicate a maximum on
Saturday and a minimum on Sunday,
a fact that has also been observed at
Aix-la-Cliapelle. New researches, cov
ering other eitios, and published in
Das Wetter, lead Herr Kasner to the
conclusion that in general the fre
quency of storms increases from Mon
day to Tuesday, aud that a minimum
occurs on Thursday, or ou some day
immediately following. In industrial
cities that contain large numbers of
furnaces there is almost always an in
crease from Wednesday to Saturday
and a diminution from Saturday to
Sunday, while in localities where there
are l o factories the contrary is gen
erally the case. Variations in atmos
pheric electricity seem to be connected
with variations iu the quantity of
smoke emitted into the air, as Ar
rhenius and Ekhoim have already
noted. ”
Landslide Kxjom* Coins.
A large find of old coins, which
have lain hidden underground for over
1550 years—since the time of the
Three Kingdoms—was accidentally
brought to light last May in the
Chushan district, in Northwest Hupeh,
during a heavy downpour of rain, says
a Shanghai contemporary. On the
4th of May a considerable tract of
land washed off from a hill, and the
landslip exposed the hidden treasure.
The villagers in the neighborhood
flocked to the spot to help themselves
to it, and the uews of the strange dis
covery was at once telegraphed to His
Excellency Chang Chintung, who
ordered the local officials to gather the
coins with all dispatch.
It is said that the quantity gathered
represents as many as 7,000,000
strings, and the coins are unusually
large, resembling iu size those of the
Hsienfuug resign (about forty-five
years ago) of the present dynasty.
The Viceroy is sending 300 strings to
Peking under charge of a Taotai for
the perusal of the Emperor. The
coins bear on one side the characters
of the reign of the monarch and on
the other (Szechuen) the seat of the
Government that issued them.
Many Naval Changes.
Queen Victoria, during her long
reign, has seen her navy thrice prac
tically reconstructed. She saw her
fleet of wooden sailing ships give place
to one of wooden steamers. She saw
that fleet disappear before a fleet of
armored ships, and within the last ten
years she has witnessed the rise of her
magnificent modern navy.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Society is the book of women—-
Jean Jaoques ltoussean.
Behavior is a mirror in which
every one displays his image.—Goethe.
Life is not so short but there ia
always time for courtesy.—Emerson.
Man’s inhumanity to man makes
countless thousands mourn.—Burns.
Labor rids us of three evils—irk
someness, vice and poverty.—Vol
taire.
In business three things are neces
sary—knowledge, temper and time.
—Feltham.
Whatever makes men good Chris
tians makes them good citizens.—
Daniel Webster.
Labor to keep alive in your heart
that little spark of celestial fire called
conscience.—Washington.
One part of knowledge consists in
being ignorant of such tilings as are
not worthy of being known.—Crates.
The fountain of beauty is the heart
and every generous thought illus
trates the walls of your chamber.—
Bovee.
Nature gives us many children and
friends, to take them away; but takes
none away to give them us again.—
Sir W. Temple.
There is no open door to the tem
ple of success. Every one makes his
own door, which closes behind him to
all others.—Marden.
The diligent fostering of a candid
habit of mind, even in trifles, is a mat
ter of high moment both to character
and opinion.—Howson.
The youth who starts out by being
afraid to speak what he thinks wiil
usually end by being afraid to think
what he wishes.—Marden.
It is with narrow-souled people as
with narrow-necked bottles—the less
they have in them the more noise they
make in pouring it out.—Pope.
If any one speak ill of thee, con
sider whether he hath truth on his
side; and if so, reform thyself, that
his censures may not affect thee.—
Epictetus.
When infinite happiness is put in
one scale against infinite misery in
the other; if the worst that comes to
the pious man if he mistakes be the
best that the wicked can attain to if he
be in the right, who can, without mad
ness run the venture. —Locke.
Legislator a Victim of His Own Law.
This is the story of a man who was
hoist by his own petard. His name
is Ira N. Terrill, and he was the first
victim of the capital punishment law
in Oklahoma, escaping on a technical
ity. He is the author of the law, hav
ing been a member of the lower House
of the Territorial Bogislature.
After much work his labors were re
warded and the bill making hanging
the punishment for murder became a
law. Shortly after the Begislature ad
journed Torrill and a man named
George Embree bad a discussion in
the land office in Guthrie over a plot
of ground. Terrill drew his revolver
and shot Embree dead.
Terrill was tried before Judge Dale
and was found guilty and sentenced to
death. His attorneys were clever,
however, and obtained anew trial for
him on the plea that the crime was
committed on that part of Guthrie
known as the “Government Acre,” be
longing to the United States and that
therefore the trial should have been
before a United States court.
At the second trial he was sentenced
to twenty years’ imprisonment and
confined in prison. Then his attor
neys tried to get a third trial on habeas
corpus proceedings and did so well
that he obtained his freedom. He
was at once rearrested by the authori
ties and retried and sentenced to
twelve years’ imprisonment.
Scarcely had he been placed in jail
when he and a number of cattle thieves
broke out and escaped into the Ozark
Mountains, where Terrill remained two
years.
About a year ago he made an effort
to visit some relatives in Kansas, when
he was recognized and captured. He
was taken back to the penitentiary
and is there now, awaiting the de
cision of the courts as to which sen
tence he shall fulfil.—New York Jour
nal.
Prince Wore a Necklace of Pearls.
The conversation given last night by
the East India United Service Club to
meet the Princess and other Indian
visitors now in England, proved an es
sentially brilliant function. Crowds
of well-dressed guests lined the stair
case and tilled the large entrance hall,
overshadowed by palms, to witness the
arrival of the Queen’s Indian guard,
many of the Hyderabad contingent and
other finely built native soldiers with
a profusion of orders on their breasts.
They were quickly followed by several
of the Princes. Pertab Singh was
clad in a red and gold striped habit,
with a light blue and silver turban, on
which figured a medallion portrait.
His aid-de-camp) was in red and gold,
divided as a short skirt and long
jacket, with a black and gold turban.
With him was another Indian visitor
in a long white satin coat cut as they
wear them in the East. Another
Prince was arrayed in white satin with
rows of pearls about his neck; a long
bar of diamonds clasping, not the lobe,
but the entire ear, and magnificent,
diamond ornaments glittered on his
soft silky yellow turban. A grand old
nawab’s coat was entirely composed of
cloth of gold, and, with his gray
whi ikers curiously tied and large tur
ban, he towered above all the rest.
There were three Parsees in shiny
black caftans, the elder Sir Jamsetjee
Jejeeblioy.—St. James’ Gazette.
Why a Boy Was flood Fifty Years Ago.
Assistant Marshal Wright amused
himself the other day with watching a
small boy, who thought he was unob
served, try to let the wind out of a bi
cycle standing iu front of the Western
Union office. He unscrewed the cap
from the valve and then glauoed about
to see if any one was looking; then he
squeezed the tire, put his knee ou it,
and tried various means to get the air
out, looking, meanwhile, to see if the
owner was coming. He finally had to
give up. Mr. Wright said to ex-Mar -
shal Hendrick:
“Talkabout bad boys; they wouldn’t
have done that fifty years ago.” Mr.
Hendrick, evidently a believer in the
boy of to-day, answered:
“Oh, no; they didn’t have bioycles
fifty years ago. ” —Springfield Repub
lican.
OUR BUDGET OF HUMOR.
LAUCHTER-PROVOKING STORIES FOR
LOVERS OF FUN.
The Modern Marco—-Fair to Look Upon—A
Itldiculou# Question— In Washington—
Ups and Downs—labor# Divided—An
Easy Exploit—Saving Lubor, Etc., Etc.
At midnight, in his gold boudoir,
The broker dreamed, with smiling lip,
Tlmt Greeks nnd Turks, in strife afar,
Had mude wheat take another skip.
-Detroit Free Press.
A Ridiculous Question.
Miss Flittorley—“Oh, Mr. Soper,
didn’t I see you asleep in church?”
Mr. Soper—“l really could not say
if you did. ”—Pick-Me-Up.
In Washington.
Office Seeker—“ Have yon given up
all hope of getting that job?”
Ex-Office Seeker (sadly)—“Y’es, I’ve
just grasped the situation.”
, Ups nnd Downs.
“Betterdays lias come down in the
world, hasn’t he?”
“Decidedly. He’s living on the top
floor of a tenement.” —Puck.
Fair to Look Upon.
"Miss Highsee is a beautiful singer,
isn't she?”
“Very. That was all that made
her singing endurable.”—Washington
Times.
The I.nril Speak*.
“Do you think it’s true that every
man has his price?” asked the heiress.
“I’m sure I don’t know,” he an
swered thoughtfully, “but if you want
a bargain you needn’t look any further. ”
—Chicago Post.
Labor. Divided.
Parke —“I have a joint account in
the hank with my wife now.”
Lane—“ Good! You make an even
thing of it, eh?”
“Yes. I put the money in and she
draws it out. ’’—Detroit Free Press.
An Kasy Kvplolt.
Brown —“I don’t see why so much
fuss should be made about Queen Vic
toria reigning sixty years. ”
Jones—“ Nor I. We have thousands
of statesmen who would guarantee to
hold on to a job sixty years, provided
they didn’t die and were notremoved.”
—Puck.
(■olden Bridge Building.
“Of course you’ll give me one little
kiss before I go,” he pleaded.
She looked at him intently for a
minute and sighed.
“It's pretty high pay,” she replied,
“but if you will go early enough I sup
pose I’ll have to call it a bargain.”—
Chicago Post.
Saving: Labor.
“Our typewriter girl asked the boss
if he couldn’t lighten her work this
hot weather.”
i “What did h e s ay?”
“He told her not to hit her type
■ writer keys so hard and to lick her
postage stamps only on the corners. ”
—Chicago Becord.
The Returned Student.
Upton—“ Well, I see your son is
home from college. What does he in
tend to do?”
Manviile—“l don’t know exactly,
but, judging from the start he has
made, I’m inclined to believe that he
proposes to put in most of bis time ex
plaining how he was turned down
when the racing crew was chosen. ”
Cleveland Deader.
;\Vhat lie Wanted to St*e.
“Did you see the account of the new
submarine boat?”
“Yes; but I didn’t read it. It doesn’t
interest me, you know.”
“It certainly indicates extraordinary
progress.”
“Of course; but in the wrong direc
tion. Enough boats go down now.
What I want to see is one that is
guaranteed to stay up.”—Chicago
Post.
A Caprice of Fortune.
“I noticed in th’ colyumns of the
daily pr-press that Actor Bancroft was
knighted by th’ gr-r-racious hand of
the lady queen. Now, who in Erebus
is Bancroft?”
“Barnsy, me boy, I dunno. I un
derstood be was retired.”
“Gods! Bisten to that! Retired!
Such is our pr-r-rof ession. The obsolete
and spavined old laid-on-the-shelf gets
garters, while we active ornamentous
of the stage can’t even connect with
dime suspenders! Truly it is a parlous
world. ” —Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Glass Blowing l>y Machinery.
For more than a year past some of
the best machinists in the country have
been working in secret to perfect a ma
chine that.will blow glass in a way
that would be profitable to fruit jar
manufacturers. The machinists have
been at work in private, and it is now
announced on good authority that the
patent has been so perfectly con
structed that the work ca'n be done
with it even better than with the blow
pipe in the hands of a skilful blower,
and one machine will do the work of
three blowers, each of whom earns
from $4 to $6 per day, and the ex
pense of operating it will be less than
half. The machine was made perfect
some time ago. The company is uow
building machines for use next sea
son, and the indications are that when
the hundreds of blowers return for
work September 1 in Muucie they will
find many places filled by machines.—
Indianapolis Journal.
Use* of Steel.
We ride to New York on a steel
roa 1 over steel bridges, stay at a steel
fra'ine hotel, and take a steel steam
ship to Englaud, a country whose civ
ilization rests on steel. Oar farmers
use steel plows, our merchants steel
safes, our manufacturers steel boilers
aud steel water-wheels, our carpenters
steel nails, and our soldiers fire steel
guns from behind steel shields. Steel
nails are so cheap that if a carpenter
drops one it is not worth his while to
pick it up, for ten seconds of his time
is worth more than the nail. They
are so cheap that it pays to lose them.
—Hartford (Conn.) Courant.
Dofc Meets the Mail Train.
A big black dog of uncertain breed
seizes the mailbag when it is thrown
off the train at a certain rural town iu
Georgia aud scampers away with it to
the postoffice. It is said he seems to
know the time when the train is due,
and is always punctually at his post.
TRAWLERS ON THE GRAND BANKS,
llow the Cod and Halibut Are Taken If
the Small Vessel#.
Gustav Kobbe writes an article en
titled “On the Grand Banks and Else
where” for St. Nicholas. Mr. Kobbe
sayH:
The trawlers are generally found on
the Grand Banks, the hand-liners on
the Western Bank and Quiro. These
hand-liners are smaller vessels with
fewer dories, and the men fish with
hand-lines, one man aud two lines to
a dory. The hand-liner sits in the
middle of his dory, with a compart
ment in its stern aud another in its bow
for his catch. When you see the bow
sticking farupintothe airyouknowtlie
fisherman has his stern-load. Then, as
fish after fish flashes into the other
compartment, the bow settles, and
when the dory is on an even keel the
hand-liners pull back to the vessel.
The trawlers bait with fresh herring,
mackerel and squid; the hand-liners
with salt clams. The catch of both is
split and salted, and the vessel has a
full “fare,” or catch, when she has
“wet her salt”—that is. used up all
her salt aud is full of fish. A trawler’s
voyage lasts about eight weeks; a
hand-liner’s, eleven.
A trawler’s crew receives no wages,
but fishes on shares. First, the cap
tain gets a percentage; of the remain
der, one-half goes to the vessel, which
“finds,” that is, supplies the gear,
stores, salt and half the bait: and the
other half to the captain and crew in
equal shares, which run from sllO to
$l5O, and even to $250.
But among the liaud-liners each man
is paid according to what he catches,
the "fare” from each dory being
weighed as it is taken aboard. This
stimulates competition. There is
judgment in knowing where to fish
or how long to stay over a certain
spot; and even the quickness with
which a line is hauled in will make a
perceptible difference at the end of a
day’s fishing. It means something to
be “high line,” as they call the best
fishermen, at the end of a voyage, and
those who win this distinction time
and again, as some do, become known
as “killers” and “big fishermen.”
The main catch on the Banks is cod
and halibut. There is also a fleet of
small American vessels which pursue
the merry swordfish. Swordfishing is
good sport—whaling on a small scale.
A man, dart in hand, stands in the
vessel’s bow, supported by a semi
circular iron brace. When near enough
to the fish he lets fly the dart. A
swordfish may weigh 350 pounds. One
can tow a dory a mile, and a piece of
the sword has been found driven
through the bottom of a pilot boat.
Oueor Funeral Habit in Cuba.
There are queer, aud sometimes
touching, superstitions practices in
the island. One that I witnessed in
Santiago de Cuba—l do not know if it
obtains in other parts of the country—
is poetic in its weird sentimentality.
The dead are carried in an
coffin to the graveyard, where the lid
is fastened on at the last moment; but
at the funeral of a child there is no
sign of mourning. The little corpse is
clad in some gauzy white fabric and
crowned with flowers; young children, 5
the companions of the deceased, walk
on either side of the coffin. They are
dressed in white, with bows of bright
colored ribbons; each carries a small
basket filled with shredded petals of
flowers, which they, from time to time,
throw by the handful in the air, the
fragrant leaves falling like raindrops
around the little corpse. Musicians
playing lively airs precede the coffin,
which is invariably carried by hand.
The people say the sinless child is an
angel returning to heaven, whioh
should give cause for rejoicing, not for
grieving. A rather too realistic illus
tration of this belief was given once,
when the dead child’s eyes were kept
open by some contrivance, its cheeks
and lips rouged, and a pair of gauze
wings attached to its
York Snn.
Here Is a Lake of Ink.
In the middle of the Oocopah hills,
in Arizona, is what is known as the
Bake of Ink. Though supplied by
beautiful springs of clear water, the
liquid of the lake is black and of an
ink-like character. The temperature
varies from 110 degrees to 216 degrees,
according to the locality, and the water
feels smooth and oily. Acccording to
the Indians, not only of the vicinity,
but far away, the waters of the lake
have strong medicinal qualities, though
most white people would hesitate to
adopt the mode of treatment pre
scribed. The invalid is buried up to
his mouth in the hot volcanic mud for
from twenty to thirty minutes. Then
he is carried, covered with mud, to the.
edge of the lake, into which he is
plunged from fifteen to twenty min
utes, after which he is rolled in a
blanket and allowed to sweat on the
hot, sulphurous sand or rock near by.
The cures wrought are said to be won
derful.
Pearl Fanning.
James Clark, of Queensland, “the
king of the pearl fishers,” who em
ploys 1500 men and 250 vessels in bar
vesting his crop, recently told a cor
respondent of the Melbourne Age: “I
have been fifteen years engaged in
pearl fishing. My experience has led
me to the belief that, with proper in
telligence iu the selection of a place
one can raise pearls aud pearl shells as
easily as one can raise oysters. I
started my farm three years ago, and
have stoiked it with shells which I ob
tained in many insfcsuces far out at
sea. My pearl shell farm covers 500
square miles. Over most of it the
water is shallow. In shallow water
shells attain the largest size. I ship
my pearls to Boudon in my own ves
sels. The catch each year runs,
roughly speaking, from $200,000 up to
almost five times that amount.”
Fire in a Curious Place.
A fire has occurred, of all curious
places, in the ice-cold storage vaults
of a New York firm. While the fire
men were at work a vessel containing
ammonia used in the refrigeration ex
ploded, instantly spreading its fumes
in all directions. For several hours
the firemen fought the flames in the
cellars, working in a freezing at
mosphere amid stifling smoke aud am
monia vapor. Ultimately, however,
the fire was subdued. Oae fireman
lost his life, while two were taken to
the hospital, suffering terribly from
the effeots of the ammonia and the in
tense cold.—Scientific American.