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WOMAN’S NECKTIES.
A Haberdaaher*a Critic!* .a on th. W» Bkg
Arrange. 1 h«m.
The necktie of the average wqm< n is
likely to distress her wale friend* t |der
all ciroumrianoes, though the reign o-tko
shirt waist has accustomed men to Rs
vagaries. There is In pnrtlcuL.r one fashv
ion which will be long in gc ting a word
of commendation from any map. That is
the wearing of the large, fat, ready made
plastron neckties which a long time ago
went out of fashion for men.
“When they were .worn several yeflrs
ago,’’ said a man who feels deeply on the
subject, “their edges never showed under
a waistcoat, and thqy were partly con*
cealed. But a woman with one of these
scarfs on, with nothing to cover it up,
while it flaps in the breeze as she walks,
Is a sight to move a man to tears. The
fashion has been a godsend to the haber
dashers, who as soon as the women began
to wear these things had only to unpack
the old stock that filled their shelves and
sell it to the women. The women bought
the ties with avidity, and the result was
the painful sight of women wearing old
fashioned scarfs intended to be covered
partly under a waistcoat. There were
ground* fbr hoping that they would disap
pear from view when .the winter months
came. But the continuance of the shirt
waist in a permanent winter form will
make the flapping tie a reality for several
months to come, and the final removal
may not come for a long time yet. Just
think of having it continue all next sum
mer! ' The only mitigation of the present
situation is the fact that in winter women
wear jackets over their cloth shirt waists,
and that improves the look of the tics so
long as the women are out of doors. But
inside the house the old neckties still cover
two-thirds of their bodies and flap back
and forth as they walk. ”
There are women who can tie a scarf as
well as a mffn, but there aro not many of
them. The same quality which makes
. them poor judges of the kind of neckties
to buy prevents them from tying them
Well. Women select a necktie for a man
-either because its color seems beautiful to
them or its quality good. These consider
ations are not at all important in selecting
effective neckwear, and a man realizes
this when a woman buys him a pink crepe
. de chine scarf merely “because the shade of
pink is perfectly lovely. In tying their
own ties it is an effort after the general
effect that they make rather than the well
tied scarf. In most cases they wear their
tie too long. Their necks are smaller than
men’s, but nevertheless they.buy men’s
sizes in neckties, which always results in
a painful superfluity of scarf. The ready
made ties which they wore last summer,
so much to the distress of the men who
saw them, got their first vogue with wom
en because they were already tied.
*‘l think that all women had better get
ready made ties,” said an up town haber
dasher, “because there are too few of them
*. who can really arrange a tie properly, al
though I will admit there are a few. Any
body who doubts this ought to look at the
picture of Maude Adams taken in a riding
habit and observe the way her flat scarf is
tied. John Drew could not do better for
himself. Ready made ties must, of course,
be shunned by all men who make any pre
tense to being well dressed, but they are
the best thing for the women. They can
not be made to understand how much de
pends on the attention to small details,
and why a tie looks better when it is a
quarter of an inch shorter is something
they can never appreciate. The stiffness
and necessary primness of a well tied scarf
is another thing which never comes into
their minds as of any particular impor
tance. They will labor over a ribbon bow
and tie it half a dozen times if that be
necessary to make it meet their ideas. But
they never take so much time when it is a
man’s tie, because they do not appreciate
the differences that little details will
make. Made up ties which look realistic
and hook in the back suit them better.
Nowadays these aro put together so skill
fully that nobody would suspect they had
not been tied by the wearer. They can be
had in ascot scarfs, four-in-hands, and
the narrower ties. But I think that
some man ought to go along with a wom
an even to pick out these. If possible,
she will get one that hasn’t the least re
semblance to the right kind of tie. Mas
culine neckwear, whether it is for herself
or somebody else, is one point on which
woman’s judgment will go astray if it
possibly can.”—New York Sun.
Funeral Was Postponed. •
He had died with his boots on and his
brethren of the pick and the pan were giv
ing him a bang up funeral. They had set
aside a worthless tract as a cemetery, and
now they were about to inter the departed
with all the solemnity that a Klondike
camp could muster.
When the slow paced cortege, the pine
. box in its midst, and Alkali Ike and Der
ringer Dick at its head, reached the ceme
tery on the lope hillside, it was found that
Placer Pete, who had just been elected
seston, was still deepening the grave.
Betting down the honored burden, the
crowd surged forward and waited in si
lence lor Pete to finish the task. Alkali
Ike and Derringer Dick, as chief mourn
ers, stepped to the graveside and uttered a
few words of encouragement to the pant
ing digger.
Suddenly Alkali Ike stooped over the
pile of dislodged seil. He clutched the
arm of Derringer Dick. He muttered a
word or two. The head of Placer Pete,
wild eyed and staring, appeared above the
edge of the excavation. Then the two
mourners turned around and faced the
crowd. They were pale and excited.
"Gen’lemen,” said Alkali. Ike, with
difficulty controlling his articulation,
“this yer funeral has got to be postponed
to some more flttin time and place. The
sexton here has just struck pay dirt!”
And then the obsequies wound up with
a wild yell and a wilder rush.
Two days later the ex-cemetery looked
like one tremendous grave.—Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
An Unlucky Helmet.
A curious circumstance was connected
with Younghusband’s death. After the
battle of Cawnpur he had purchased at
auction a very smart helmet, which had
been the property of Lieutenant Salmond
of the Gwalior cavalry, who had been
killed at Cawnpur. This helmet a good
deal excited my envy and admiration, and
as I had not possessed a decent headdress
since the mutiny began, I had asked a
friend to buy it for me at the auction of
Salmond’s effects. But poor Younghus
hand outbid me. At his sale I was again
outbid, and the helmet fell to the nod of
Lieutenant Havelock, a nephew of the
general. He, too, was killed wearing it,
and rumor subsequently said a fourth
officer had bought it and had been killed.
It was a strange coincidence, and as these
deaths occurred quickly one after the oth
er I ceased to wish I had been its possessor.
—“Old Memories,” by Sir Hugh Gough.
PATTI’S PARROT.
Lost From On* Vem.l, it Mad* its Way
•o Another.
I adventurps of Mme. Patti’s parrot,
. F°u k .°’ f< £“ a “Chapter of great perils
to himself, disconsolation and tears on the
1 part of his mistress and of curious ooinci
• dences touching the bird, owner and the
’ Samaritan of the seas who acts the graoe
[ tul part of rescuer.
I In 1888 the firm of Abbey, Schoeffel St
i Grau, theatrical speculatorsand managers,
i Included in their various enterprises a tour
with Mme Patti and a strong opera com
i pany to Buenos Ayres, Montevideo and
i Rio. Marcus Mayer, business manager,
1 went out in advance, and on the Royal
Mail steamer Fagtis formed tho acquaint
ance of an African parrot whose linguistic
abilities elevated him to the distinction of
being almost as polyglot as tho accom
plished Mr. Mayer himself. Before leav
ing England Mme. Patti had commis
sioned the agent to procure for her any
South American birds of plumage or song
that he might meet with, and especially a
half dozen of the gayly feathpred but by
no means musical macaws for which Bra
zil is famous The parrot was not inelpded
in any. of tho specifications, but his ready
use of Spanish, Portuguese, French and
English—a few words at least in all of
them—and some ridiculous speech in the
dialect of the West India negroes, justified
his purchase from tho chief engineer of the
Fagus, and when Mme. Patti arrived at
the Hotel d’Etranger in Rio Koko was
awaiting her in her apartments with the
greeting. “Soy Koko—a disposicion a
usted. ’’
Amid his more brilliant opmpanions he
at first attracted but little attention, but
in a few days, possibly having heard his
mistress sing, he Evinced his delight in a
manner so flattering that ho was raised to
tho position of first favorite. At Monte
video Scnor Hora, the editor of the news
paper KI Expresso, gave Koko a gold col
lar inscribed in Spanish with the words:
“lam Koko, the polyglot parrot of the
Nicolini. I don’t sing myself, but there
are angel voices in our family. ”
Wearing his collar as usual, Koko was
seated on his mistress’ shoulder one morn
ing In tho deck saloon of the homeward
bound steamship lonic. The lee door of
the saloon was open, when some children
threw open the one on the windward side
and'eome in with a rush that startled the
bird from his perch. Unaccustomed to
use his wings, he was caught in the cur
rent of wind and swept out of the saloon,
and, despite his own endeavors, in a mo
ment was over the side and adrift in the
northeast trades. For half an hour they
watched him, until ho became a black
speck in the distance aud finally disap
peared. This happened in the latter part
of August, 1888.
The next morning tho sailors of the
American bark Lapwing, from Rio to Bal
timore, found Koko in the mizzen top ex
hausted and speechless, but, under the care
of Mrs. Starling, the captain’s wife, he re
covered his vigor and voice, and since then
until recently has been going up and down
the coast. Some months ago, the Lapwing,
being at sea on a voyage from the Chinese
seas to New York, somewhere south of the
cape of Good Hope, met an American
whaler, which asked for fresh provisions
and news. A boat was sent with the need
ed articles, and the whaler in exchange
threw it a file of New York Heralds for
1888. They were all thumbed and worn,
but Mrs. Starling, turning them carelessly
over, caught the headline, “Mme. Patti’s
Koko Lost at Sea. ” It formed part of a
cable dispatch from London. The corre
spondent of that journal, having met Mr.
Abbey on his return home, had inquired
about the South American tour, and had
been told that it was successful, with no
greater mishap than the loss of Patti’s
favorite parrot Koko, which had been
blown off the ship somewhere nqar the
equator.
Up to this time neither Captain Starling
nor his wife knew to whom the bird be
longed, for they had not associated the
family name, Nicolini, engraved on the
bird’s collar with the one by which the
great singer is known to tho public. On
arriving at New York, they easily learned
the whereabouts of the great singer, and,
under the charge of a friend of theirs
crossing on the Lucania last week Koko
finished the interrupted voyage to Eng
land and was restored to his delighted
mistress—London Letter in Philadelphia
Times.
Klondike Tremens.
The Seattle Times prints this interesting
letter from a Klondiker I
“Dear Friend—You can surprise the
dear people of Casper by telling them that
I am worth $75,000, and next summer I
will start back to buy the town. Some
people will want to kiss me when I get
back who wanted to kick me when I left.
It is a bad trip up here, but it is worth
making if money is what a man wants.
It is the only place I ever saw where there
is so much money that people don’t seem
to care for it.
“Wo sit around and talk about good
things to cat. That is what everybody is
thinking about. If a man gets to talking
about fruit, he is put out of the camp. We
can’t stand it to hear it talked of. I have
dreamed of seeing peaches as big as a car
wheel, and they say when a man gets the
tremens up here he always sees fruit or
fancies that be is pulling radishes or shell
ing peas. This is a hard country to a man.
It will make a young man look old in two
years.
“You have heard of the golden calf.
Well, I have something that beats that. I
have a golden dog. A dog of .mine died,
and I have used his hide as a sack for my
dust. I have him as full of gold as he was
of meat. I sometimes lay my head on his
body and dream of what I will do with my
‘dough’ when I get back to the States.
“My partner has ten one gallon sirup
cans filled with dust. Pneumonia is bad,
and many die from it. The scurvy is bad,
too, but it don’t kill many, after all. If a
man could have what he wanted to eat up
here, it would not be so bad. You can
dress warm and fight the cold, but it is
hard to be hungry everyday and get noth
ing to eat but the things you detest. My
paper has run out, and there is no more in
camp."
Society.
The whole of society at present is too
like a jelly. When it is touched, it shakes
from base to summit. As yet the unity is
of weakness rather than of strength. The
difference of individualities must always
exist, and since we are members of one
body different gifts are needed to supply
the wants of that body. Our aim there
fore ought to be not to merge the individ
aal in the community, but to strengthen
the social life of the community and foster
individuality.—Tennyson. .
The Only Difference.
“ Does monsieur desire a dinner at 1
franc 25 centimes or at 1 franc 00?” *
*• \\ hat s the difference between them?"
“Thirty-five centimes, monsieur!” —
Paris Figaro.
HELEN KELLER’S WORK.
r
■he Feleed Xeney Wot the E ncatloa as •
Boy Afflicted Like H rwlt
! An affecting story is told I r William T.
, Ellis in St Nicholas under the title of
“Helen Keller and Tomin'* Stringer. ’’
, Mr. Ellis says:
A little child lived in black silence.
There never was midnight so dense as the
( flarknem that enveloped his mind. Sight
and hearing were gone utterly and for
. ever. The child knew absolutely nothing,
except that sometimes from somewhere
I something put, food into his mouth and
moved him about when necessary. His
[ world was limited by as much of his little
crib as he could feel with his hands and
, by the touch of this something thpt cared
> for his wants
Tl)e merest babe knows the sunlight
and its mother’s voice and face. Five
. years had passed over this little boy as he
. lay on his hospital cot, but ho knew less
, than a month old infant—less Indeed than
the least of the beasts of the field. He was
. completely shut up in a living tomb of
flesh, with no communication between
himself and the great world about him.
Yet within that prison was a healthy
brain, open to all tho possibilities of life.
> Since the terrible sickness that had comfi
, to him in infancy, little Tommy Stringer
had lain thus among strangers. His
’ mother was dead. His father could not
, help him. From his birthplace in Wash
, ington, Pa, the helpless sufferer had been
removed to a hospital in Alleghany. But
no institution wanted this troublesome
charge, who would require the constant
attrition of a teacher. So the almshouse
seemed the only haven for Tommy. There
at least he could find a shelter.
But it was n > to be so. Light was
ahead—the glorious light of knowledge.
One who had been similarly shut in by
the walls of a triple affliction was to lead
Tommy Stringer out into the bright light
that she herself enjoyed. It was during
the summer of 1890 that the news of
Tommy’s sad plight came to Helen Keller.
Tho sensitive soul of this 10-year-old girl
was deeply affected. She, If no one else,
would save the poor boy.
Thenceforth Tommy became the burden
of Helen’s thought and conversation.. She
talked about him to her friends. She
wrote letter upon letter asking aid for
him. At this time occurred a pathetic in
cident that was the means of turning to
ward the little blind boy tho kindly inter
est and generous gifts that accomplished
his rescue.
Tho pdt and playmate of Helen when
she was at home was a beautiful New
foundland dog. Through a foolish blun
der, this animal was shot by a policeman.
When the news came to Helen, she had no
word of reproach, but simply said, with
beautiful charity, “I am sure they never
could have done It if they had only known
what a dear, good dog Lioness was. ”
The story of* her love was published
. widely, and from far and near—even from
across the ocean—came to Helen offdts of
money or another dog. The little girl had
only one answer to all these kind expres
sions. She was grateful, but she did not
care for another dog to take the place of
Lioness. Nevertheless the gift would be
accepted, if the donor so desired, on behalf
of a little deaf, dumb and blind boy, for
whom she was trying to raise money
enough to bring him to Boston to be edu
cated.
In every direction Helen sent .this mes
sage, always in a specially written person
al letter that was marked by the sweet
simplicity and remarkable ability of the
author. For-a long time these letters
averaged eight a day, and a marvelously
versatile and eloquent little pleader Helen
showed herself. • She also wrote for news
paper articles addressed to children, as
well as general appeals—never any two
precisely alike. Helen instituted for her
self a rigorous course of self denial (absti
nence from soda water and other prized
luxuries), that sho might save money for
her one great object. The result of all this
effort was the securing of sufficient funds
to Insure Tommy at least two years of ed
ucation at the Kindergarten For the Blind,
Jamaica Plain, Mass.
Superstitious Songstress.
Jessie Bartlett Davis acknowledges to
being a little bit superstitious—just a lit
tle bit. She tells tho following story to a
Boston Herald man of lierttelief in the in
fluence of a song: “I believe in luck, yes,
and do you know that an old ballad and a
favorite one with me has always been the
means of bringing me lucky results? The
song is a chestnut, but it procured me
every good engagement I ever had; it is
‘Sweet Genevieve.’
“I went to see Mr. Davis when he was
manager of tho Chicago Church Choir
company. I wanted more money than I
was getting, and I applied for an engage
ment. I sang ‘Sweet Genevieve,’ and got
tho part of Little Buttercup. I frequently
sang it by request, and Mr. Davis fell in
love with the song and married the singer.
When the American Opera company was
getting into shape, I went to see Theodore
Thomas, and when ho said he would like
to hear something I knew how to sing I
gave him‘Sweet Genevieve.’ ‘Well,’ he
said, ‘any girl who can sing a love song
like that can sing in American opera, ’ and
he engaged me. When I applied for an
engagement in the Mapleson Grand Opera
company, Mr. Mapleson made an appoint
ment for me to meet Mme. Patti, and I
gave her ‘Sweet Genevieve.’ She heard
me through tho whole song, and applaud
ed by clapping my face between her two
hands. Mr. Barnabee admitted me to my
present position on the strength of the
lamented Genevieve, and he pays me the
mischievous compliment of getting out his
handkerchief every time I sing it. Os
course ho only does it to break me up, but
I shall sing ‘Sweet Genevieve’ till my
voice cracks. ”
Leopold and Victoria.
The king of the Belgians has the reputa
tion of being the gayest monarch in Europe
and is consequently regarded with consid
erable disfavor by Queen Victoria. On
one occasion last spring, however, accord
ing to an English exchange, when the
king was lunching with her majesty at
Clmiez, he revenged himself for the sever
ity of his hostess* manner by retailing an
anecdote which, although excruciatingly
funny, was decidedly improper. The
queen preserved her countenance during
the rest of tho meal, but it is recorded that
during her customary afternoon drive her
majesty’s smile was more than usually
radiant
Where Fine Voices Are Found.
Fine voices ore seldom found in a coun
try where fish or meat diet prevails. Those
Italians who eat the most fish (those of
Naples and Genoa) have few fine singers
among them. The sweet voices are found
in the Irish women of the country and not
of the towns. Norway is not a country of
singers because they eat too much fish,
but Sweden is a country of grain and
song. Tho carnivorous birds croak. Grain
sating birds sing.
—« * . -.'J «
KING OF PICKPOCKETS.
Death of the Han Who Filched the Puree
of the Prince of Wales.
Fred 11, king of pickpockets, has just
passed away in London. Like hU prede
cessor, Fred IT was well known on the
turf both in England and in France, and
whenever a turfman’s pocketbook was cap
tured by any of his majesty’s outposts an
audience with the monarch was all that
was necessary to secure its prompt return
to the lawful owner. People not connect
ed with tho turf were less fortunate.
The ministers of his majesty performed
some marvelous tours do force in their
very profitable profession, but not one of
them had the delicacy of touch and power
of penetration that mode the king famous.
One day ho mode a bet that he would pick
the pocket of the Prince of Wales. The
thing seemed to be absolutely impossible,
because many of tho prince’s friends knew
Fred very well and the difficulty of get
ting close enough to him to capture his
pocketbook seemed insurmountable. But
it was a simple mutter for the king. He
picked tho prince’s pocket and won his
bet. The ties of royalty are great and
strong. The king returned tho pocketbook
to the prince, and the latter, of course,
could not think of prosecuting a king.
He laughed at tho joke and complimented
Fred on his skill as a pickpocket.
A pastime that Fred took special delight
in was filching the watches and pocket
books of magistrates and high officials of
the police, and the stories of his exploits
in this line are many. He was always
dressed in tho latest fashion. He had good
taste in the matter of clothes and always
avoided everything loud. He was a good
looking fellow too.
But kings cannot reign forever, and the
reign of Fred II ended rather ingloriously.
It was ambition that ruined him. He
wanted to perform an exploit in the pocket
picking line that would eclipse all his
previous performances. He determined to
relieve Baron Hirsch of the burden of his
heavily loaded purse. He approached the
philanthropist in his usual courtly way,
but unfortunately for the king the baron
recognized him immediately.
“My dear Fred,” said he, “you have
come too late. I have just lost all my
money on the favorite. Be good enough
to honor me with your attention another
day, and bo sure to come before the race. ’’
Fred saluted with great dignity and de
parted, and after that began to go down
hilt He soon after abdicated and lived a
retired life in a little house in one of the
suburbs of London. His star had set. Ho
became sad and looked back upon the van
ities of fat pocketbooks. Little by little
he faded and died of a disease which his
French doctor called “nostalgie du vol,”
or tho rust that in his profession follows
rest.
Just as in tho case of the funeral of an
other king of pickpockets many curiosity
seekers attended the funeral of Fred, and
upon feeling for their money and jewelry
after returning home discovered that they
had, in fact, been at a pickpocket’s fu
neral Professional fingers had been set
working in honor of the dead. A modern
Dick Turpin, Fred was good natured,
fond of children and generous with the
money of other people. His bank account
was never overdrawn, and he never had
any hesitation about helping a poor fellow
out A few shillings or a few pounds to
him amounted to nothing. There were
always plenty of available pocketbooks to
call upon whenever ho was short—New
York Sun.
Highly Developed Sense of Smelling.
Why should it be considered strange that
an animal depending on its nose as much
as the dog docs should be able to distin
guish one scent from another when man
kind can do the same to fully as delicate a
degree? A friend of mine told me he could
lean over a kettle of boiling glue stock
(horrible smelling stuff) and distinguish
any perfume from any other on a handker
chief. Julia Brace (deaf-blind) could as
sort the clothing of her fellow pupils after
coming from the wash by smelling it
Llnnie Haguewood (another deaf-blind
girl) knows every dish on the table on
coming into the room. James Mitchell (a
deaf-blind man who died about 1880) rec
ognized his friends by their smell, and
even formed his likes or dislikes of stran
gers by that means. Tho Rev. M. B.
Wynne wrote me that his young brother
in-law could always tell whether a rabbit
was in its burrow by smelling at the open
ing.
The deaf blind always display this ex
treme delicacy of scenting powers (except,
of course, in such cases as Laura Bridge
man, Ragnhild Kaata, Willie Caton, etc.,
where the senses of taste and smell were
destroyed by the disease which ruined
their sight and hearing), and it would
seem that they only appreciate distinctions
which those in possession of all their senses
neglect. I know that doctors will say that
the organ of smell is but vestigial in man,
while fully developed in dogs, but no
trained man tracking hound ever displayed
more delicate * ‘ nose’ ’ than Julia Brace did,
and a stubborn fact like that counts strong,
regardless of what anatomy says.—Forest
and Stream.
The Stone Age In British Columbia.
When I arrived on this coast in 1854,
the Indians generally made and used im
plements of stone, such as arrow and
spear points, knives, adzes and axes, and
continued to make and use them for years
after that. The materials they used were
chert, jade, a black and gray slate and a
dark and gray basalt. I think I may have
seen the process of-making these articles''
when I first came hero, but am not cer
tain. However, I know pretty well how
they were made, at least by the Indians in
habiting this island. A black bearskin
was spread on tho ground with the hair
side down. Then a flake of chert, of jade
or of basalt, first roughed out by striking
two pieces together, was held on the bear
skin between the fingers and chipped into
shape with another stone or a bone by
gradual pressure. In this way they soon
formed very perfect arrowheads, some hav
ing points as sharp as a needle.
The base of tho weapon was worked out
by simple pressure, then inserted in the
cleft shaft and securely held in its place
with pitch, asphaltum or a glue made of
fins of the halibut. The larger spearheads
were usually made of slate, split- into
flakes, worked out and then rubbed until
polished. Their adzes and axes were made
of chert, jade or basalt, and were of vari
ous shapes and sizes. Some of them were
finely finished and polished, while others
were rough and ill formed. One class of
them were evidently made to be used by
holding in the hand, but tho great major
ity of them had handles of some descrip
tion.—Antiquarian.
Food Wrapped In Paper.
Articles of food that are damp or juicy
should never be left in papers. Paper is
merely a compound of rags, glue, Mme
and similar substances, with acids and
chemicals intermingled, abd when damp
isunflt to touch things that are to be aatam
i
AN OPEN LETTER
To MOTHERS.
WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE
EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “CASTORIA,” AND
“PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as our TRADE mark.
7, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, 0/ ifycuDus, Massachusetts,
was the originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same
that has borne and does now ever V
bear the facsimile signature of wrapper.
This is the original “ PITCHER'S CASTORIA which has been
used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty
years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is
the kind you have dHtoays bought on
and has the signature of wrap-
per. No one has authority from me to use my name ex ■
cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is
President. /? ,
March 8,1897.
Do Not Be Deceived.
Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting
a cheap substitute which some druggist may offer yo”
(because he makes a few more pennies on it), the in
gredients of which even he docs not know.
“The Kind You Have Always Bought"
BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE OF
Insist on Having •
The Kind That Never Faded you.
TMK OCNTAUH COMMNY, TT MUAfIAV eYRCST. NSW VOM
GET YOTTK—
JOB PRINTING
DONE A.T
The Morning Call Office.
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We have just supplied our Job Office with a complete line oi tttationerv
kinds and can get up, on short notice, anything wanted in the way oi
LETTER HEADS, BILL HEADS.
STATEMENTS, IRGULAR3,
ENVELOPES, NOTES,
MORTGAGES, PBOGRA ’
J ARDS, FOSTERS’
DODGERS, ’ ETC., Eli
We cwy toe jest iue of FNVEJZIFEJ) w : this trad*.
An ailraedvt FOST ER cf asy size can be issued on short notice
Our prices for work of all kinds will compare favorably with those obtained ras
any office In the state. When you want job printing ofjany diuripticn xne cs
call Satisfaction guaranteed.
ALL WORK DONE
With Neatness and Dispatch.
Out of town orders will receive
prompt attention. . Il
J. P. & S B. Sawtell.
GtUTRAL OF GEORSIA RAILWAr CO*.
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Schedule in Effect Jan. 9, 1898.:
SoTH NoT 8 ■ M?.. 1 ]F;, n *
Daily. Dally. Dally. statiowi.Dally. Daily. Daily
7sO pm 405 pm *7 SO am Ar 7 35pm|UMaia
«£pm 447 pm BSB am Lv Joncboro Ar SKSpmuoaaia
SUpn, 130 pm SIS am Lv OrtSn Ar 6Upn> srtaia •*«•»
• 45pm SOSpm SMamAr Barnrevffle Lv stfprn »Sam »«7.n>
ass
Ul9am 810 pm 12 OH pm Ar Lv SWpm Ilgam «»a»
78 SO pm 7118 pm Ar MilledgevilleLv 46 »am , „
130 am 117 pm Ar ’
SUam 32; pm Ar MillenLvlHMam
6»am SSspmAr -August* Lv: 8 20am JaaE
000 am owpm Ar Savannah Lrl >4sam .. i-S
•Daily, texoept Bunday.
Train for Newnan and Carrollton MavMOrtfln at »'5 am, and 1 jO psr dafiy axrept
Sunday. Natarntng. arrives ia GrlSn 530 p m and »Os P m daily except Bunday. For
further Information apply to ;
• *• J. 6. HAILN. Oen. Paaaenrer Anent. SawuMlkßSt Jk
~ _ w * R. HINTON. Trafflc Nanagwr,
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