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OLD TIME FLYCATCHIN 3.
Primitive MetlMXl ft Getting Bid ®‘ «»•
ftartlwmii Peeta.
Newton M. Wilson. living one nile
east of town, says a Scottsburg ( ad.)
communication, has hanging in his arn
an intereating keepsake in the shape of
a flycatcher. It la not ao curious in it
f4f as it is in showing the primitive
methods resorted to by the farmers in
early days to rid themselves of flies. It
fa simply two smooth walnut boards,
perhaps 80 by 12 inches, beveled at one
end and fastened together by two whang
cords strung through matched holes.
In the antebellum days people never
thought of keeping flies out of the
house; the problem was to dispose of
them as they swarmed through the
rooms, making life miserable generally.
In fact, the use of netting to prevent
their ingress is of comparatively recent
origin, the invention of this much need
ed article dating back only 15 or 20
yean. -■ "
As everybody knows, flies are excep
tionally thick in farmhouses, even
where screens are used, and when they
are not they are almost intolerable. In
the olden days the method most com
monly employed in the country to de
stroy the troublesome fly was the use of
such instruments as the one described
above. The boards were beveled and
hung in such manner that by their
weight they separated at the bottom,
and thus hung in an inverted V shape.
To attract the flies they were smeared
with molasses on the inner surface.
Thus prepared, they were suspended
in convenient places about the house
in kitchen, hallway, porch, which gen
erally served as the summer dining
place, and especially in passageways.
It was a common duty of every member
of the household when passing one of
those catchers to clap the boards togeth
er, thus mashing the flies which had
collected thereon. The cook clapped
them in the kitchen, the hands as they
passed to and from the house at meal
times did likewise, the whole household
clapped them together hundreds of times
a day, and thousands of pestiferous flies
met their doom.—St. Louis Republic.
TIP MARKS ON TRUNKS.
The Luffrage Signale Used by Hotel Em
ployees Abroad.
Travelers whom every day brings
back from the continent say that this
season, more than ever, gives plentiful
example of the Freemasonry which ex
ists among continental hotel employees.
Usually on board the boats from Calais,
Boulogne and Ostend notes are compared
by tourists who have covered the same
ground and followed the same itinerary.
The results are significant of “eye open
ing. ” Some such colloquy as the fol
lowing is often overheard :
“My box and two portmanteaus were
smashed fearfully by that villain of a
porter at the Hotel des Bains, Villavilla,
and my wife and I could get no attend
ance. ” 4
“That is curious, for we were treated
by all the servants most beautifully.
May I ask you a question? Did you tip
the servants properly at the previous
place, Hotel de Luxe, Lucerne?”
“No; I confess it was an oversight,
but what has that to do with the Villa
villa hotel?”
* * Everything. Look at the hotel labels
on your luggage. All on lower right
hand comer. That implies that you are
mean and illiberal. Now look at mine.
All the labels in the upper left hand
comer. That signifies liberality—treat
this person well—encourage him—your
politeness will be rewarded. My friend’s
bag here has a label stuck right in the
middle, and that means, ‘A good fellow
—will tip, but very exacting—not easi
ly pleased.' ” —London Mail.
Tired Locomotives.
Locomotives, like human beings, have
their ailments, many of which defy the
skill of those deputed to look after
them, says the Toronto Mail. We hear
of tired razors, a simple complaint
which vanishes after a brief period of
repose, but locomotives are apt to be
tray indisposition even after a day’s
rest and much oiling of the various
parts. * *
Two good engines may be made on
the most approved principle. They may
each cost —as those of the London and
Northwestern railway d0—£2,200, and
yet one will exhibit from the first a
hardihood of constitution altogether
wanting in its companion. A first class
locomotive of 800 horsepower, costing
£2,000, is expected to travel during its
life 200,000 miles, or, say, 18,000 miles
per annum for 15 years, yet now and
then an engine is found so impervious
to the assaults of time as to be able in
its old age to do its daily work with all
the zest and vigor of a youngster.
An Ancient Prayer.
Old John Ward, who was pilloried
by Pope in the “Dunoiad,” and who
actually stood in the pillory in the year
1727, when he was said to have been
worth £200,000, was, nevertheless, a
pious man. He had large estates in
London and Essex and did not omit to
pray for their welfare in the following
manner: “O Lord, I beseech thee to
preserve the two counties of Middlesex
and Essex from fire and earthquake,
and as I have a mortgage in Hertford
shire I beg of thee likewise to have an
eye of compassion on that county, and,,
for the rest of the counties deal with
them as thou pleasest!”—Household
Words.
Unworthy.
“That man Davis is clearly not fit to
be a father."
“Why?”
“His child is a week and a half old,
and he hasn’t expressed the belief that
it recognizes him. ” —Chicago News.
Glass bricks are made extensively in
Germany. They are blown with a hol
low center, containing rarefied air, and
they are said to be as strong and dura
ble as clay bricks. They freely admit
light *
MAPLE SUGAR.
Widespread Ignorance on the Par* es
Consumers.
Speaking of maple sugar brings to
mind the fact that there is no product
of the farm concerning which there is
greater ignorance on the part of con
sumers than maple sugar and sirup. It
seems to be almost the universal opinion
that maple sirup to be genuine must be
dark in color and of a thick, heavy
body. I have carefully studied this mat
ter, and I am convinced that dealers in
large towns and.cities are largely re
sponsible for this. Maple sirup is one of
the easiest things to “doctor. * * For in
stance, a gallon of strictly pure, light
colored maple sirup is received, and for
eign substances, as cane sugar or glu
cose, are added and three gallons made,
and all are branded “pure maple sirup."
Some years ago I stepped into a gro
cery store in the city of Denver and in
quired if they had any genuine maple
sirup. “Oh, yes”—and I was shown
cans branded “pure Vermont maple
sirup. ” I asked the grocer if he would
kindly let me taste a sample. He did
so, and as I looked up I suspect he be
gan to “smell mice” and asked if I was
a manufacturer of the article. I said,
“Yes, and I ship it every spring to
your city.” Seeing he was fairly
caught, he said: “The fact is I cannot
fool you, I see. This sirup of ours was
probably made in Chicago.”
Last spring I sent a gallon by re
quest to a pastor of a church in Brook
lyn who in his boyhood days used to
live on a farm in Chenango county and
knew what real maple sirup was. We
sent him a gallon of early make, of a
light amber shade, and at once received
word that the sirup was entirely ahead
of any he had ever seen, and that it
was an utter impossibility to procure
such in the city.
Why is it impossible? I know fine
sirup Is made and shipped. The fact
is, as I said before, the consumer is not
allowed to taste that fine, light colored,
genuinely pure article, for once he gets
a taste of it the trade for the bogus ar
ticle is gone. A few days ago a friend
told me he sent a pound of fine sugar,
made by one of our farmers, to his
mother in Baltimore. The cake weighed
18 ounces, and as it went by mail it
cost him 18 cents postage. The letter
carrier who delivered it said it must be
something valuable to pay so much
postage. The lady said she could guess
what it was. It was a cake of maple
sugar her boy had sent her from New
York.
As the carrier lived close by the lady
told him to come in during the evening
and she would show him something
good. He did so, but the moment he
saw it he said: “You can’t fool me.
That isn’t maple sugar. Maple sugar is
always black.” She chopped off a cor
ner and told him to sample it He de
clared he had never seen maple sugar
before and wanted the lady to write
and order him 100 pounds. The sugar
was shipped, cash received, and one
man learned that maple sugar, in order
to be genuine, need not be black as a
stovepipe.—Country Gentleman.
MEDITERRANEAN RENTS.
Highest at Gibraltar and Lowest on the
Island of Malta.
In no place on the surface of the globe
is rent so high as at Gibraltar, the rea
son being that the geographical posi
tion of the town precludes the possibil
ity of its extended in any direc
tion. A long, narrow strip of what was
once seabeach is alone available for
building purposes. All the rest is pre
cipitous rock.
Upon this narrow parapet, in some
cases less than 100 yards in width, are
crowded the homes of 25,000 people.
As much as $lO a week is asked and
obtained for the use of one small room,
and this, too, in a place where the nor
mal rate of wages is quite 10 per cent
less than in America. Naturally the
overcrowding is fearful, and, the water
supply being scarce and intermittent,
cleanliness of living as we understand
it is almost impossible.
No wonder that in the old days the
plague and the cholera ravaged the
“rock” with a virulence unknown in
the filthy and pestilential cities of the
far east.
In Malta, on the other hand, house
rent is ridiculously cheap. Anywhere
outside of Valetta an excellent seven
room house can be had for sls a year,
while rates and taxes are unknown.
The houses are built entirely of the
cream colored stone of which the island
is composed, and which is so soft that
it can be cut with a saw into blocks or
slabs of any desired size or shape. So
while the Maltese builder is digging up
his foundation he is at the same time
getting out the material for his walls,
his flooring and his roof.—Philadelphia
Inquirer.
Auburndale.
“Until a few years ago a little^Wis
consin hamlet was known simply as
Hog Back, from the peculiar shape of a
hill near there,” said a Milwaukee
drummer. “Finally the citizens held
an indignation meeting to wipe out the
plebeian name and choose a better one.
It was decided to honor the place by
giving it the name of the oldest settler,
a man named King. Somebody suggest
ed ‘King’s Mills’ and another ‘Kings
ville, ’ and so on, but the old man him
self objected. Then it was agreed to
name the town for one of Mr. King’s
daughters, but he had seven of them,
and jealousies promptly cropped out
At last some genius noticed that all the
girls were redheaded and suggested
‘Auburndale. ’ And Aubumiale it is to
this day. ” —Troy Times.
The Boaater Taken Dowa.
A silly youth was bragging of his
great friends in a mixed company, in
which Douglas Jerrold was present, and
said that he had dined three times at
Devonshire House and never saw any
fish at table. “I can’t account for it,”
he added. ‘‘ I can, ’ ’ said Jerrold. “They
ate it all up stairs. ”
THE OLD FLYEOOK.
It la Dearer t* the Aagl.r Them Any
Other Poesaiiim.
Is there anything closer to an angler’s
heart than his flybook? I know of a case
where a burglar, among c her things,
took a flybook. He was arrested and
speedily convicted and imprisoned. He
cleared things out pretty well in the
house, but the owner seemed to care for
nothing about the missing fur coats,
sealskin sacks, silverware and other
valuable Lares and Penates, but he did
bewail the loss of his book of flies. The
other things he could buy again, but to
get together such an assortment of valu
able flies seemed to him an impossible
thing. He had been years collecting
them, picking up odd ones here and
there, until, for quality and variety,
his book could not be excelled.
It was a fly storehouse, as it were.
No matter where he intended fishing,
or whether for trout, bass or salmon, he
could always find a choice assortment
to draw from with which to fill up a
supplementary book.
Although it was some time ago he
yet bewails the loss of that flybook.
Many have been the efforts to get track
of it, but all in vain. He has gone to
the expense of sending to the prison in
a distant city and endeavoring to pre
vail upon the convict to divulge the
hiding place of the book, but without
success. A persistent search of the
pawnshops and periodical advertising
have produced no better results.
There were flies in that book for trout
and salmon in Irish waters, flies for the
salmon and trout of the Scotch lakes
and the English streams and flies for
the salmon of Norway. The favorites
from Maine to California and from one
end of Canada to another were collected
in that wallet—anything and every
thing, from the feather down midget
with cobweb gut to the lordly salmon
fly, absolutely irresistible to the lurk
ing salmon deep down in the icy pools
of the Cascapedia.
There were flies in that book on
which famous' bass, trout and salmon
had been hooked, each fly carrying with
it memories of battles fought from ca
noes among the rushing, swirling wa
ters.—Forest and Stream.
MOONSHINER IN REAL LIFE.
Quite Different From His Confrere as
Seen on the Stage.
The Kentucky moonshiner in real life
does not resemble his counterpart, de
scribed in novels and impersonated on
the stage, in the least. He does not
wear top boots and a slouch hat As a
rule he is too poor to possess the former,
and he is more apt to go barefoot or to
amble along in a pair of wornout bro
gans than to wear top boots. His hat is
usually a torn straw ‘‘.Timmy 1 ’ and his
clothes are yellow and faded with age.
Regularly, on days when the grand jury
meets in Louisville, a dozen or more of
the moonshiners are presented for in
dictment. They present a woebegone
appearance as they pass along the streets
in charge of the marshal. In their own
poor homes in the mountains they are
hospitable, but of the stranger ever sus
picious. The latter may make his bed
in the one room where the entire fami
ly sleeps, but his request for a taste of
liquor brings forth a statement that
none is to be had this side of “the
store. ’ ’ At the same time a still may
be in operation within ten feet of his
whereabouts.
“The store” represents to the moun
taineer all civilization. On winter
mornings he will tramp to it through
cold and snow to sell a few stiff rabbits
and swap yarns not overbrilliant. One
of the mountaineer’s chief sources of
income is his honey, and this finds
ready sale at *fthe store.” The moon
shiner seldom,receives money in pay for
his wares, but is paid in a bit of bright
calico for his wife or a shoulder of ba
con. If he can add to this a few pipe
fuls of tobacco, he is well satisfied with
the results of his labors.—New York
Commercial.
What Typhoid Fever Coats.
A correspondent of the Washington
Post gives the following appalling ty
phoid statistics: Every year in the
United States 400,000 people are sick
with typhoid fever. Forty thousand of
them die. They are sick 28 days on an
average out of every 865 days. Thus
we have 11,200,000 days of sickness
from this disease.
Every case of this sickness means one
month, generally two months, of idle
ness. If the wages of the patient are
only 50 cents a day, there is a loss of
sls a month. Generally this sickness
means a loss of wages in two months’
time of S6O or SBO. The average loss of
wages for six weeks would be SSO. • Add
to this the doctor’s bill, which is any
where from S6O to $lO0 —we will say
S6O. If the patient lives in the city and
has a trained nurse for only three weeks,
there is another $45. Ten dollars for
the prepared food, ice, milk, etc.,
brings this moderate bill up to $165.
Multiply this by the number of people
sick, and we can see every year in the
United States $66,000,000 lost to pa
tients by the inroads df this one disease.
Looking Backward.
“You must feel very happy in this
lovely cottage you call you own. ”
“How can I when I think of my fam
ily that owned an estate of thousands
of acres, with a castle and a whole regi
ment of servants?”
“Why, when did they lose it?”
“During the eleventh century.”—
Brooklyn Life.
Stockport, England, boasts one of the
largest Sunday schools in the world.
The total number of scholars at present
on the books is no fewer than 4,834,
while there are 238 male and 195 fe
male teachers—a grand army of over
5,000. ~ ■
It has been estimated that over 2,000,-
000 acres are devoted to the manufac
ture of deer in Scotland and that about
5,000 stags are annually killed.
THE MOUNTAIN MAID.
Mm Had t» Kataral Anxiety, Which eha'
Made MauUtat.
As my horse, puffins? like k pdkjnias, '
drew me and ny buokhoard up tb<rlast
sharp aooUvity of the mountain road
that led out into the pass between the
summits rising on either hand he would
have exercised his privilege and stopped
» moment to blow, but 100 yards ahead
Os us I saw a bright bit of calico gleam
ing in the morning sun, and, driving on,
'I came up to a buxom mountain maid
sitting on a stump at a point where a
footpath leading up from the valley
met the main road.
“Good mornin, ’’ she said before I
had a chance to stop, and there seemed
to be an anxious tone in the voice.
“Good morning,” I responded, and I
was on the point of asking her how far
it was to the next place, a favorite man
ner of starting a conversation on moun
tain roads, when she broke in.
. “Air you a preacher?” she asked.
“No, ’ ’ I answered, with a smile, for 1
had never been asked that question be
fore.
“Nor a squi.„?”
“Na”
“Well, Jim Martin’s comin along
this away party soon now, an I wuz
jis’ axin so’s that wouldn’t bo no mis
takes. ”
“I don’t quite understand your ex
planation, ” I said, completely in the
dark as to what she was trying to get at
“I reckon not, but I ain’t takin no
chances, an I thought I’d better stop
you while I had the chance.”
“Thank you, I’m sure, but if you
will tell me what’s up I may be able to
know what you are talking about.”
She laughed good naturedly.
“Well, you see it’s this a-way,” she
■aid. “Jim, he’s been a-courtin an
a-sparkin round me fer about two ye’r
now, an last night he popped an says ez
how es I’d be here this mornin ez he
come along we’d go down to Logville
an git hitched, an Jim’s mighty onreli
able, an like’s not es wo got thar an the
preacher ner the squire warn’t thar I’d
never git Jim in the mind ag’in, so I
kinder thought mebbeyou might be the
squire er the preacher an I didn’t want
you to git away. Es you meet Jim any
wheres down the road, don’t tell him
you seen me, fer I don’t want him
skeert. ” —Washington Star.
ABOUT THE WEATHER.
Mr. Wlngleby Explains to Georgia About
the Seasons.
“You see, Georgie,” said Mr. Win
gleby, whose youthful son had asked
him how we camb to have different
kinds of weather, “the weather is put
up in tin cans, a day’s weather to a
can, and usually they put up about a
year’s supply ahead, enough to last
through a spring, summer, autumn and
winter. In filling the cans they sort it
all out as well as possible. Sometimes
when they get a can full there may be a
little left over, and whatever remains
in this way they throw into one lot.
When they’ve got pretty nearly all the
cans full and the regular stock of weath
er has run out, they fill up from that
lot of odds and ends. The cans so filled
contain what is called variable weather,
because it’s mixed, but most of the
weather they get pretty well sorted out
according to the season.
“When they’ve got all the cans filled,
they stack ’em up where they’ll be
handy to get at, and there’s a man that
does nothing but open them. Every day
he cuts a can and pours out the weather
for that day, and of course a great deal
depends upon him. Sometimes this man
gets careless and pulls down a lot of the
wrong cans, getting them, say, from the
July shelf in the month of April and
likely as not getting down a week’s
■apply at once, so as to have them handy
on the opening table. Os course he dis
covers his mistake the first can he opens,
but he is too lazy to put the rest back,
and so he keeps on then until he has
opened them all, and that’s how it
comes about, as it sometimes does, that
we get a hot spell at a season when we
ought to have nothing but cool weather.
“But of course those April cans are
not lost. They must be around some
where, and we get ’em later. Maybe
the man will sprinkle them along with
the hope that we won’t notice them
much, but as likely as not he opens
them one after another together, maybe
after some terribly hot spell in July or
August, when they are sure to be a
blessed relief, and if he does this we are
pretty apt to forgive him his mistake in
April. ” —Louisville Courier-Journal.
Clever Man.
It is said of a contributor to some of
the comic papers of the day that his
wit shines more brightly in his speech
than in his “copy.”
“What a clever man that Tompkins
is,” he said lately to an acquaintance,
referring to a well dressed, ordinary
looking man who had just passed him
with a bow.
“Clever!” echoed the other. “Why,
I never heard of his saying or doing
anything!”
“That’s just it,” returned the writer,
gravely. “Think of his being able to*
live without saying or doing anything.
I couldn’t ” —Youth’s Companion.
XtS Usefulness.
Mrs. Newlywed—That is our new
burglar alarm. You see, if a burglar
should get into the lower part of the
house, that would ring.
Her Mother—Oh, and scare him off?
Mrs. -Newlywed (doubtfully)—Well,
it might, but it would give Clarence
and me plenty of time to hide in the
attic anyway.—Pick Me Up.
Whistling is tabooed in the dressing
rooms of a circus. That it is an ill
omen is one of the superstitions of the
circus people. Somebody is sure to be
discharged if any one whistles, they
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