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ENGLISH IN CHICAGO. DiMiuaaion on Grammar Between • 1 ewa jMbpor Mid * CItIMMU The Chicago Inter Ocean bee met both sarcastic and incignant whei any one questions the purity of its die ion. So when a reader nam id Campbell ven tured to criticise expressions used by its. society editor the captious one found that he had caught a Tartar. Thia is the way The Inter Ocean puts it: Inclosed with the following letter, received a few days ago, were two clip pings from the society columns of The Inter Ocean: Here are three barbarisms that caught my eye in thia morning’s issue of your paper— There is no aueh weed as “gowned"—it is mearly a Cockney vulgarism that had ita origin in London, England—“ Swellest" ia of the same sort—and same origin—No American having any regard for purity of language can use such slang—As all these words appear in ao called “society items" I take it your Society editor is a male or female dude and needs a lesson in language—The harm dona by the use of such words in your paper is very great as thousands of children read it and absorb its words—Do stop this Cockney vulgarity— J 4 MBS Campbell. There is no doubt you mean well, Jim, but a term in a night school would be beneficial even to you before you be gin to give lessons in English. To begin with, you would be taught there that our grandfather, Lindley Murray, al ways told us to use periods. You ought to have known Lindley, Jim. He war a distinguished grammarian, you know, or perhaps you don’t know. And then, Jim, there was Tennyson. He said of a heroine in one of his poems that she was “gowned in pure white.” So you see Lord Tennyson found the word “gowned” to be useful long be fore you learned towalk steady on your hind feet or to eat with your front hoofs. Webster says “gowned” means “dressed in a gown; clad.” Yeueay that these barbarians “caught your-'dyb,*? and you fail to mention , which eye they caught How is the other eye?; You are right when you say that our society editor is either a male or a fe male. Do you belong to one of these sexes? We suspect not. When you writd again, spell “merely” as it should be. The way you spoiled it is like spelling your name “camel” instead of “Camp bell. ” See that hump? We don’t like to offend your sensitive ear, or the other one either, Jim. Buy Webster’s Dictionary and a fourth read er. Start right, and your sensitive ear may outgrow its affliction. SAVE THE DOGS’ EARS. Cropping Them Prevent* the Animals From Hearing Well. Any one who has heard the mega phone must have wondered at the ex traordinary power of increasing sound that ia produced by form, and I would like to call attention to one point in connection with cutting dogs’ ears that I do not remember to have seen men tioned anywhere that is, from an acoustic standpoint: I have lately purchased a small York shire terrier, imported from England only a few months ago. Its ears were clipped in England after what the seller of the dog declared to be “the very lat est style.” The ears were first clipped and then stiffened up with three effects on the dog: First.—That the buzz of a bee or fly causes him to retreat under cover of safety. Second.—That he ducks his head when about to be patted, a sure sign of the length of time the pain of the oper ation must have lasted. Third.—(An effect I had not expect ed. ) That he has absolutely no idea of the direction of sound. In the ears of a mastiff dog any one who observes the shell-like form of the ear opening may easily imagine the im mense power of such a trumpetlike in strument to increase the volume of sound. A change in the acoustical ar rangement of the flap of the ear would necessarily entirely puzzle and bewilder the owner as to the direction of sound, and this one point on ear cutting would seem of itself to condemn the practice. —Our Animal Friends. A Natural Magnet. Professor Smythe was once lecturing in a provincial town on natural philos ophy, and in the course of his experi ments he introduced a most powerful magnet, with which he attracted a block of iron from a distance of two feet. “Can any of you conceive a greater attractive* power?” demanded the lec turer, with an air of triumph. “I can,” answered a voice from the audience. “Not a natural terrestrial object?” “Yes, indeed.” The lecturer, somewhat puzzled, challenged the man who had spoken to name the article. Then up rose old Johnny Sowerby. Said he: “I will give you facts, professor, and you can judge for yourself. When I wag a young man, there was a little piece o’ natural magnet done up in a neat cot ton dress as was called Betsy Maria. She could draw me 14. miles on Sunday over plowed land, no matter what the wind or weather. There wasn’t no re sistin her. That magnet o’ yourn is pretty good, but it won’t draw so far as Betsy Maria. ’ ’ —Strand Magazine. His Connection. Bannister, the comedian, was present ed to a proud old Scotch dame. “Who are the Bannisters?” she asked peevish ly. “I do not recollect meeting with them before.” ‘‘Madam,” replied the actor gravely, “we are closely connect ed with the Stairs.” “Ah, there is a good and ancient family!” cried mad am. “Mr. Bannister, I am delighted to make your acquaintance.’’—Household Words. A Description. “Oh, Maud?” said the other girt ‘ ‘Maud is the sort of girl that every fel low who courts her has his arms full and the man who marries her will have his hands full.”—lndianapolis Journal. | STORY OF A WAR SONG. Tk. Mu Who Composed the Mosie tor Are Coming, Father Abraham.** The man who composed the music for Whittier’s song, “We Are Coming, : Father Abraham, Three Hundred Thou sand Strong,” is an old and somewhat - decrepit piuno tuner, who carries on his business .near Windom, Minn. Hie kame it A. B. Irving. One day soon after Lincoln’s call for <300,000 more men, Irving, then a young man, was on his way to Defiance, 0., from Fort Wayne for the purpose of , singing at a political and loyal meeting He had considerable reputation as a composer and singer and the Republic ans had asked him to come and help them. On the way he read the poem, which had just been published. Irving studied it, formulated a tune, hummed it and got the rhythm, and that even ing at the Defiance meeting he sang the song for the first time. When he had finished, and the last echoes had died away, men mounted their chairs with wild enthusiasm, swung their hats and broke loose in cheers that rang with feeling. He sang it again and again, and they would scarcely let him rest. The next night he sang the song at Foft Wayne, and again aroused the same enthusiasm. He wrote out the music and sent it to the publisher who had handled what he had composed, with instructions to publish it on his usual terms of royalty. It was publish ed, and inside of a month more than 40,000 copies had been sold. In a few days the publisher failed and Irving never received a dollar for the music.— New York Sun. CLOSED THE ROOM. . Doe* the Ghost of Washington Still Stalk Through the Old Mansion? It was customary in the family of George Washington to shut up unused for two years a room in which death had occurred, says an exchange. So, after the death of the first president in the stately chamber with the great four poster bed which is still shown to visit ors, Martha Washington, with her lone ly heart, nightly climbed the attic stairs to lie ; -i a low ceiled, sloping roofed room with one window—a room intol erably hot in summer, with little or no means of securing a draft except by a triangular opening where the lower cor ner of the door had been cut off to make room for the passage of the cat Martha Washington died before the two year period had ended. If she had occupied the death cham ber, would she have seen the ghost of her dead husband? They say that the stalwart stately figure of the brave general stalks through the passage with martial tread and clank of astral sword in spectral scabbard. Again and again it has happened (hat people detained at Mount Vernon on the business of the Mount Vernon associa tion have declared, on “waking from a sleepless night, ” that they had heard the ghost’s sword and stride and seen its tall, commanding figure, dressed in the old uniform that in life it wore. No lights are permitted in the old house, for fear of fire, except during the meeting of the regents, and then only candles. Ghosts are said to love dark or ill lighted houses. Most Wonderful Cave In the World. The most wonderful cave in the world is in the island of Tonga, in the south Pacific. Byron called it “ a chapel of the seas ” It is formed in a rock that is almost surrounded by the ocean. This rock is about 60 feet high and broad proportionately. Many years ago a boy, the son of a native chief, was chasing a huge turtle, when his game seemed to sink into the rock. The lad watched and waited until the tide I’ell, disclosing a small opening in the rock about six feet under low water mark. Diving boldly, the young hunter en tered the aperture, and, to his surprise, came to the surface inside the rock. The rock was hollow, and its interior was found afterward, when the natives ex plored it with torches, to contain many beautiful stalactites. When attacked and followed by ene mies, the natives, who know the secret, leave their canoes, plunge into the water and disappear. Their foes linger, aston ished at their disappearance, for no per son not acquainted with it would sus pect that the rock was hollow.—London Telegraph. Costly Playinc Card*. A pack of cards was recently sold at a London stationer’s for S6OO. It was one of the handsomest Italian copper plate card games called “tarocchi di Montegna,” made during the fifteenth century. Another pack of cards recently sold at Paris for almost S4OO. Each of the cards in this pack is a master work of the engraver’s art, and all the fig ures in the game were historical por traits. The queen of hearts, for instance, represented Queen Anne of England, the king of hearts being her husband, Prince George of Denmark. The queen of diamonds was Queen Anne Sophia of Denmark, the queen of clubs the then crown princess of Prussia, the wife of Frederick William I, and the queen of spades Princess Anna of Russia, later on the czarina. The jacks in this deck of cards represent the most prominent diplomats of Europe at the same time. —Philadelphia Record. Meilhac’s Advice. Somebody once wrote to the late Henri Meilhac to ask his advice as to how to become a dramatic author. “It is a difficult career, and the trade is not easy,” wrote back Meilhac. “Above all, it needs success. Yes, success is the thing if yon want to have talent. ” It is claimed in behalf of the Bermu das that the complexions of the natives are the finest in the world. This seems to be a clever advertisement" of the Ber muda onion, of which 17,000,000 pounds are exported annually. A. ' i ~.7 A& • BETRAYED BY FLAPJACKS* A Walter Who Can Tell a Maa's Ooete P»tloa by tho Way H. Kate. There is a waiter in a De irborn street restaurant who has disco* wed the sci ence of reading a man’s ociupation by his manner of eating. He an look into the calm eye of a customer engaged in disarticulating a “ham and” and de termine with wonderful accuracy whether the man is a scissors grinder or a State street merchant. Os course one must be a close observer to do all this, and it isn’t everybody that is afforded a lunch counter for a field of study. Yet if the student will avail himself of opportunities while seated at the mahogany board he will find that when the business man is at the table some habit acquired in the daily pursuance of his profession will be sure to show itself. For an instance, the banker may come in and order wheat cakes. If he does, the waiter declares he will Invariably dip his fingers in the water and run over the cakes to sec if there is a mis count. The gambler will look around to see if any one is watching and then palm a slice of bread. If he orders flapjacks, be is sure to slip them one by one from the bottom as he eats them. The clothing salesman will hold his flapjacks up to the light and feel the texture, while the keen observer will notice that the jew eler, upon ordering pie, will hold it to his ear, shake it and then listen, after which he will lift off the top crust with the point of his knife and examine the insides. During an interivew the other day the waiter, stated that he called his new science “eatistry,” “I have not mastered my science yet,” said he, “and seldom a day passes but that I learn some new point. Oh, it’s a great study, and I think in time it will take its place along with palm istry and phrenology and other kindred sciences.” “Have you ever made a mistake in judging a man’s occupation?” “Only once, and that could hardly be called a paistake, for I made no decision as to the man’s business. I confess I was stumped. The fellow came in and ordered his dinner. Os course I gave him a glass of water. He looked at it with some surprise and said, ‘I didn’t order that. ’ “ ‘lt costs you nothing, ’ says I, ‘and you don’t need to drink it unless you want to. ’ “He thanked me, and what do you think—he broke his bread into it and then ate it with a spoon. I didn't know what to make of it, and for the life of me I couldn’t determine what his busi ness was. When he was leaving, I tap ped him on the shoulder and asked him outright what he did for a living. “ ‘Why,’ says he, ‘l’m a milkman.’ ” —Chicago Inter-Ocean. AN OLD GOVERNMENT DIE. Coed by a Lawyer as * Paperweight Fear Years. In tho course of a lecture at the Ap prentices’ library A. E. Outerbridge, Jr., related an interesting incident that serves to show how much more careful Uncle Bam is in the destruction of old dies for coins than he used to be. ‘ ‘ Soma time ago,” said Mr. Outerbridge, “I was visiting the office of a friend who is a lawyer, when I noticed upon his desk a little metal object, covered with three or four coats of red paint, which was apparently in use as a paperweight. It was a government die for a silver dollar of 1809, apd for my friend to have it in his possession was a penal offense. He did not know what it was until I told him, and he informed me that it had been around the office as a paperweight as long as he could remember—4o years at least. I gave him a silver weight in its place and informed the authorities at Washington of the circumstance, also forwarding my friend’s affidavit as to what he knew about it. “At that time, though all dies were supposed to be destroyed when discard ed, the system was rather lax, and they sometimes found their way into the pos session of Junk dealers. I agreed to turn over the die upon condition that it should not be destroyed, but kept in the numismatic collection at the Philadel phia mint, and that I might borrow it at -a fixture time to illustrate a lecture. The conditions were agreed to, and I have brought the die with me tonight to show to you. I had to write a very formal letter to get it, stating the pur pose for which it was to be used, and it must be returned tomorrow morning. ” —Philadelphia Record. Molting Metals. A note concerning the peculiar phe nomenon noticed in the melting of met als when under extended pressure has recently been published by H. Bischof of Wiesbaden. When a metal is bedded in a mortar of chemically pnre alumin ium oxide, thoroughly dried and then subjected to the necessary heat, a con siderable retardation in melting is no ticed. For instance, a rod of silver, which should melt at 1,830 degrees F., when thus treated will not change its form and melt together until 6,780 de grees F. Palladium, which should melt at 2,780 degrees F., shows no sign of yielding at 2,900 degrees F. It would seem that these rods of metal, unable to expand while in the powerful grip of the aluminium oxide, which contracts on heating, simply cannot melt as they would under normal conditions. Boy Wanted. Merchant (to applicant for position) —Are you a good penman and a good speller? Applicant (who has recently graduat ed from public schools with high hon ors) —No, sir. I cannot spell well, nei ther can I write legibly, but in physiol ogy, astronomy, geology and zoology I am an expert. Merchant (testily to clerk in next room) —John, send in some one with a practical education.—Minneapolis Trib une. A DUEL IN THE SNOW. The Incident Upon Whieh Was Fewaitsd Oeremr's Boautlfnl Pietnro. Every one has seen the engraving of Gerome’s beautiful but sadly effective picture, “A Duel In the Snow.” Through the mist of early morning one antagonist is lying on his back on the sward, while bls adversary, leaning cm a friend’s arm, is slowly walking away from the scene of the encounter. Both are wearing the masquerading cos tume of a Pierrot. In a thicket a car riage waits to drive off with the suc cessful opponent. There la every reason to believe, from recently disclosed information by M. Alfred Darimon, that in portraying on canvas that impressive episode the artist was not influenced by solely im aginative caprice, but that he has repro duced a scene in real life. The faota are os follows: The duelists were M. Jules Brame, a former minis ter of public instruction under the sec ond empire, and M. D. D., a well known journalist on the staff of one of the most influential newspapers in the north of France. When the duel occur red, both were studying for the bar. One Shrove Tuesday they, in company with friends, had repaired to a restau rant on the Boulevard with a view of enjoying a good dinner and afterward at going to the masquerade ball at the Opera. They all agreed to go as Pier rots. As they all wore masks some one suggested that they should adopt some distinctive sign by which they could recognize one another in the crowd. D. D. suggested that they should pin a la bel bearing a number to their backs. The idea was unanimously adopted, and D. D. prepared the labels accordingly. While so doing a diabolical idea came into his head. It was carnival time. Why should he not have his little joke? When it was Jules Brame’s turn to have a ticket pinned to his back, his friend D. D. had written in large letters beneath the number, “I am Jules Brame. ” One can easily imagine what was the result. No sooner had Brame set foot in the main passage to the pre miere galerie than he was followed by a lady wearing a mask, who, on his pre paring to enter a private box, cried out, “I wish you success, Jules Brame,” Later on, on re-entering tho passage, he was surrounded by a group of masquer aders, who with one voice shouted out, "Good day, my dear Brame.” That proved to him that he was known to every one, although be was puzzled to understand how it could be. Passing in front of a box opener, the girl burst out laughing. He inquired angrily what she was laughing at. “Why,” she replied, “lam laughing at the funny idea which led you to pin a label on your back with your name on it” And, suiting the action to the word, she unpinned the label and band ed it to him. Jules Brame considered the joke not only in bad taste, but insulting.-He sought out his comrade, and, finding him in the saloon, he reproaehed him angrily in the hearing of the crowd, In sisting that he should apologize openly then and there. D. D., resenting his friend’s attitude toward him, declined to apologize. A duel therefore, in ac cordance with French habits and cus toms, was inevitable. Seconds were at once chosen. Short swords were pro cured, and in their Pierrot costumes the antagonists started for the Bois de Boulogne. Fortunately the duel did not end fatally, as seems to be the case in Gerome’s picture, for, although Brame ran his sword right through D. D. ’s body, no vital organ was touched. He recovered very quickly, and the two an tagonists became fast friends again.— Westminster Gazette. NECESSITIES COSTLY. In Pari* Water II the Moat Preclons and Kxcltuive Drink. “Water is the most precious and ex clusive drink you can order in Paris, ’ ’ writes Lilian Bell in a letter from the French capital to The Ladies’ Home Journal. “Imagine that, you who let the water run to cool it 1 In Paris they actually pay for water in their houses by the quart. Artichokes and truffles and mushrooms and silk stockings and kid gloves are so cheap here that it makes you blink your eyes, but eggs and cream and milk are luxuries. Silks and velvets are bewilderingly inexpen sive, but cotton stuffs are from America and are extravagances. They make them up into ‘costumes’ and trim them with velvet ribbon. Never by any chance could you be supposed to send cotton frocks to be washed every week. ' The luxury of fresh, starched muslin dresses and plenty of shirt waists is unknown. “I never shall overcome the ecstasies of laqghter which assail me when I see varieties of coal exhibited in tiny shop windows, set forth in high glass dishes, as we exploit ohooolates at home. But well they may reemot it, for it is really very much freeze to death than to buy coal in Paris. The reason of all thia is the city tax on every chick en, every oarrot, every egg brought into Paris. Every mouthful of food is taxed. This produces an enormous revenue, and this is why the streets are so clean. It is why the asphalt is as smooth as a ballroom floor. It is why the whole of Paris ia as beautiful as a dream. ’ ’ Too Much Like a Pan. “No, sir,” said the Kansas editor, “your services are no longer required-. ” “May I venture to ask why I’m dis charged?” “You’re too blamed funny. That style may do in the blase and heartless east, but whan you refer to a death in a owtaM M‘a terrible blow’ to the fam ily you overdo it out here.’’—Detroit News. It is estimated that the United King dom produces something like 1,500,000,- 000 gallons of milk every year over and above what is used on the farms for rearing calves, etc. London has an army of 100,000 pick pockets. 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. J, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, 0/ Hyannis, Massachusetts, was the originator of ** PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same that has borne and does now //jr?, ,, — ' or * every 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 land youhave always.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. a March 8.1897. Q#'—'' . 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 ort it), the in gredients of which even he does not know. “The Kind You Have Always Bought” - BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE CF The Kind That Never Failed You. THE CENTAUR C Odd FAN V, IT MURRAY STREET, «!• TORX mITT, —GET YOUR — JOB PRINTING DONE AT The Morning Call Office. We have just supplied our Job Office with a complete line of Stgtioncn kinds and can get up, on short notice, anything wanted in the way oi LETTER HEADS, BILL HEADS STATEMENTS, IRCULARS, ENVELOPES, v NOTJtS, * ah ' MORTGAGES, PROGRAMS, JARDR, PORTERS DODGERS, PTC., ETt We trrry ue'jest ine ol FNVEJjOFER 71.1 ily-ed : this trade. 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