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rmsoN PHOTOGRAPHY*
Slow Con virtu* Picture* arc Taken »nd
I'renerved at Joliet —A tireat Alii In
Kecapturlnif K«ra|»fd |*rl»oncr».
In the center of the great prison yard,
writes a Joliet correspondent of the St.
L.>uis Globe-Democrat, stands a jx:<-uliar
(r-abaped frame building with a white
loof, an object of much curiosity to
prison visitors, who ask to know what
Ike place is used for.
This building contains two rooms, the
front one being used as a loafing place
for extra guards while off duty. Its
wa’ls arc completely covered with a
medley of illustrations, thousands of
them, that have been cut from such
pajiers and periodicals as l’urk. The
Judge, Harper's and Leslie's, and other
journals. The clippings are neatly cut
and pasted to the wall, by an ingenious
little negro convict, who has charge of
the place in •‘trusty.” A door in one
corner leads to another room on the
north—this room has high, bare, white
walls, excepting an Immense skylight,
which covers one-half of the ceiling.
This » the prison photographic
studio, wherein are registered the form
and features of every prisoner that i
sent to the Joliet prison, no matter
what be his degree of crime. In this
room he must take his place before the
lightning camera of the prison artist.
The room is fitted up with screens and
curtains for reflecting the light down
ujton a chair, which is fastened solidly
to tho floor directly beneath the sky
light. Tho rays of light are so strong
that, should a prisoner prove unruly
during the operation of having his pic
ture taken, tho artist, at a favorable
moment, can catch the truthful expres
sion of the man’s features in the hun
dredth part of a second by simply pres
sing a button attached to the camera,
which loosens the drop-shutter, causing
It to flash across the lens. The result is
an instantaneous portrait. S. W. Wet
more, assistant clerk of tho prison, is
*bo photographer who takes the convict
pictures, and so far as can be ascertain
ed he enjoys the distinction of being tho
only exclusive prison photographer in
the world. Tho authorities of several
other prisons in this country have re
cently commenced photographing their
prisoners, but call in nn outside photo
grapher to take the; pictures. On Jan.
I, 18H4, Warden MeClaughry commen
ced having the pictures of all new arri
vals taken, in order to make the prison
records more complete, and to furnish
i reliable method for the future idc.nli
jeation of professional criminals and
escaped couvicts.
The process in use at the prison is tho
best that science has yet invented in
piodcrn photography. The wet-plate
k rocos.s is too slow and a thing of the
past, and so arc drv-plulus, so far as
orison photography is concerned. The
Kastman paper negative and roller
holder process is used exclusively at the
prison. The roll of paper is prepared
in tho same manner as a glass dry plate
—i. 0., the gelatine silver emulsion is
spread on the paper. Thu roll is then
placed in a holder with a winding key
at one end mid mi empty spool to re
ceive the exposed paper at the other end
of tho holder, the paper first passing
behind the lens, and, as each picture is
taken, is wound on the empty spool. In
this way one roll of Kastman’s paper
answers the purpose of ninety-eight
glass dry-plates, 4x5 inches in size, for
making cabinet pictures or, in other
words, the artist can make the nega
tives of ninety-eight people in succes
sion without once leaving the side of
his camera. The paper is then cut into
the right lengths, developed, lived, and
printed from, just the same as a dry
plate, but the piqier is oiled after devel
opment, to render it transparent.
Tho photographic dark room at the
prison is situated in the warden’s house,
whore the convict negatives are careful
ly tiled away, and indexed. Before
tiling two prints are made from each
negative. One oopp is given to tho re
ceiving and discharging officer of the
prison, for tho i>ur|H>se of identification,
amt tho other is placed in the photo
graph cabinet in the warden’s office,
which already contains nearly two
thousand couvicts' |H>rtrait& In case of
an esca))o the negative of tho fugitive is
at once hunted up, and in a few hours’
time several hundred copies of the
man's photograph will bo sent broad
cast through the mails for his re
capture.
A quick way of duplicating tho photo
graphs now in use at the prison is by
toe bromide of silver paper process. No
Ntinlight is needed the printing is done
by a gas-iet in the dark-room the print
is thou developed and fixed. In this
manner live hundred copies can be
made from a single negative in one
dav.
William l’ile escaped from prison two
years ago. Ho kept in the country,
shunning towns and highways until lie
had been gone for several weeks, finally
hiring out as a farm hand way down in
Central Illinois. One day, soon aftet
his employer stmt him to town after a
load of drain tile, giving him an order
on the station agent for the tile. Tile
went to the station and presented his
order, but the moment the station
agent laid his eyes upon tho man lit
thought of s photograph of an escaped
convict he hao received several weeks
before. He took the picture from h j
pocket and it fitted Pile exactly. The
agent had Pile arrested and returned io
Joliet, receiving the reward offered for
his recapture- This was the first town
l*ile had entered since his flight from
the prison.
It was your correspondent’s good for
tune to visit tho prison on a recent date
while the prison artist was engaged in
taking the pictures of 152 new arrivals,
—convicts who had arrived during July
ami August —aud of witnessing tho
modus operand! of reproducing their
••mugs” on paper. Everything was in
readiness at 9:30 A. hi. The artist
handed a list of names to a guard and
requested him to bring in a gang of
thirty or fortv new convicts from the
chair-shop. The officer si*ou had the
raw recruits in line and uarehed them
across the yard to the gallery, where
they were seated on a bench along the
•rail in the outer room. Capt Luke,
the receiving officer, then took the list of
panics, and entering the operating-room
—where all was ready, the camera and
chair in position—called out the name
of the first man on the list, and the
guard picking out that man hustled him
into the room.
"Sit right down here. What's yer
name? What's yer register number?
ties that little red star on the wall?
Place yer eyes on'tliat and don't move
till I tell yer- hold up that head a lit
tle,”
While this volley was being fired into
die cars of tho trembling convict, the
captain grabbed the man by the
shoulders squared nirn back in the
chair, yanked his head around in the
direction of the star on the wall, chuck
ed him under the chin to elevate his
head, and then nulling around a wood
en arm attached to the head-rest, and
eo taining a place in which to put some
pasteboard figures to represent the
prison number of the convict, pusltcu it
against the man's chest, so that the
number would show in the resulting
■detune All these manipulations were
gone through with in a moment's time,
and then came the ominous "click’’ of
the instantaneous shutter on the camera
the exposure was completed. A sec
ond later and the captain yells:
"Next!”
And in cones another victim. They
follow each other in rapid succe-sion,
like sheep coming to a shearing.
The faces that came before the ■•ani
era during the few hours your corres
pondent was present would have been a
study for the student of human nature,
especial!)’ if he had a penchant for phy
siognomy.
Criminals of all ages from the boy of
15 to the gray-haired old offender of HO,
the sly pickpocket, the dangerous bur
glar, the scientific safe-blower, the
adroit sneak-thief, tiie clever confidence
bilk, the embezzling clerk, the man of
too many wives, and the red-handed
murderer, all were there, with sentences
ranging from one year to the life term.
They all had to faee the camera—
though much against their will—and
leave their features recorded there.
Tlic Gloucester Fishing Fleet.
From nn article by Franklin I>. North,
In the October Century , we quote this
incident: "There is always great rival
ry among the vessels of the fishing licet,
for the skipper who catches tho most
fish is ‘high-lino,’ a title of no little
consequence on the Banks as well as on
Cape Ann. Tho attributes of a ‘high
lino’ man are iron nerve, fearlessness,
ay, recklessness or a perfect contempt
for danger or death itself. No doubt
there is such a factor as luck that goes
to make tip that sum of qualities which,
taken together, produce this sjKscimen
of manhood; but it is not counted upon,
and is that description of luck that at
tends the hero of a hundred hotly con
tested fields, in all of which ho reckless
ly exposes himself. It is said that tho
greatest ‘high-line’ of tho haddocking
fleet between a January and a May
landed HOO,OOO fish of all kinds, valued
at s‘2-1,300. Each of his crew of four
teen men received nearly eighty dollars
per month after all expenses were paid,
"The struggle for the honor of •high
line,’ besides encouraging tho ‘Banker’
to battle with tho tempest, sometimes
necessitates a resort to subterfuge in
order to prevent another from dividing
a school of fish with him. Thus a
Georges skipper who has struck fish, if
aeon, will be beset by others passing to
and fro on the Banks, and, unless he
misleads the new-comer, his success will
bo greatly interfered with. Therefore,
the crow of a vessel that is being rapid
ly filled with tish will sometimes bo
ordered to pull tu their lines and desist
when a sail Is made out coming up.
The fish are quickly thrown into the
hold and tho crow ordered to man the
windlass, ns if preparing to leave their
anchorage in disgust.
“ ‘Are you getting any fish?’ comes
from the skipper of the stranger as lie
brings his vessel up into the wind.
•No. gruffly and sarcastically shouts
backs tho other skipper, ‘l’m getting my
anchor!’ At this the stranger generally
sheers off and squares away for pastures
new and less sterile.
"The crow of tho anchored vessel
heave away at the windlass as if they
intended to leave, and thus keep up tho
delusion. But the aneitor is not dis
turbed, for their shrewd skipper is pay
ing out the cable as fast as they heave
it through the hawse-hole.
"When the mackerel fleet fished with
hand-lines the pursuit- of this industry
xvas often attended with much excite
ment Occasionally, when massed to
gether in great fleets, the vessels carried
away their mahi-booms, bowsprits, jib
booms, and sails by collision in what
might not inappropriately be called a
hand-to-hand encounter, and when the
lnaiHrtivro of ‘lee-bowing’ was the order
of tho day. A licet of sixty odd sail
descry a schooner whose crew are heav
ing and pulling their lines. Tho glisten
ing scales of the tish sparkle in the sun
light The fleet as one vessel turns
quickly on its heel, and there is a neck
and-neek race for the school. The first
that arrives rounds to under the 100 of
the fortunate craft, tho crew heaving
the toll-bait with no niggard hands.
The new arrival now shakes up into the
wind close under tho lee-bow of the lish
eatehing vessel. The fish forsake the
latter and fly at the lines of the new
comer. Now comes up the balance of
the fleet, and each vessel on its arrival
performs the same matneuvre and lee
bows its predecessor. Those to tho
windward, forsaken by the tish, push
their way through their neighbors, till
away, and round to under the bows of
those to leeward. The hoarse bawling
of the skippers to their crews, the im
precations of those who have boon run
down and left hors de combat, vend the
air, while the crows setting and lower
ing sail and hauling tish freely exchange
with each other language not to tie
found iu any current religious w'ork.”
Anatomically a Failure.
There’s an actor in town who has t>
great many admirers among the fail
sex. 1 put it thus vaguely because ever;
actor in town will think l mean him.
until he gets to the cud of the starv.
when he will know I mean somebody
else. The actor of whom 1 s)>eak is a
very handsome fellow and has some
pardonable pride in his shape, lie has
dazzled several of the impressionable
fair sex by his costuming and his tine
stage appearance. He was once plny
in a part in which tho dress was
cut very low up. and very high down,
and his limbs were exposed to the naked
eye. A popular doctor was in the mnii
once, and after the performance was
giving his opinion of the people.
• What do you think of ?” some
body asked.
"Well. I like well enough.
Dramatically and artistically he is re
markably good. Anatomically he i~ a
failure.”— San Francisco Chronicle.
WIT AND HtJMOR.
There arc some things a man never
finds out, an< one of them is tho fellow
to whom he owes a bill.— Few Haven
.Sews.
'Jrnmp f have lost an arm. sir: will
Fasser-by (In great haste)—Sorry,
but 1 haven't seen anything of it
Few York Sun.
It is -aid that a St Louis man can
jump from the highest eminence without
injury. 11 is ears act as parachuijs. —
Few Haven News.
In Kentucky they spell it whisky;
elsewhere it is spelled whiskey. '1 hev
drink it with more E’s than they sj>ell
it in Kentucky.— Boston Herald.
A young lady bookkeeper who has
just married says that there shall be no
side door to her houjje. She proposes
to keep her husband on the single-entry
system. —Hurlinylon Free Press.
Scene, front door. Time, 12 o'clock
Sunday night: She—Say, George, when
are you coming again? He —O, I’ll Iso
here Monday night She—Say, George,
can’t you come before Monday?— Life.
The superiority of man to nature is
continually illustrated. Nature needs
an immense quantity of quills to make
a goose with; but a man can make a
goose of himself with one.— Shoe and
Leather Ilcporter.
Now that the cockroach fights have
been invented, with all the exciting ac
cessories of a prize-ring contest, there
is no reason why the sporting editor
should leave his desk to witness a mill.
—Harwich Bulletin.
“1 hate that man!” exclaimed Mrs.
Uppercen. "I’d like to make his life
miserable!" "Tell you what,” said her
husband warmly, "i’ll send the villain
an invitation to your musicale. We’ll
torture him!” — Burdette.
"What about stockings?” demands a
fashion paper. If the bold, bad editor
who asks such a question in public
print will excuse tho burning blushes of
liis daily contemporary we would timid
ly suggest g-rt-ts. — Burdette.
The Major (rocking Nelly on his knee
for Aunt Mary's sake) —"I suppose this
is what you like, Nelly?” "Yes, it’s
very nice. But I rode on a real donkey
yesterday—l mean one with four legs,
you know.” — Few York Sun.
“Your conference meets soon, I be
lieve?” remarked a prominent Allegheny
Methodist to another. "Yes," was the
reply. “Will your minister remain
with you?" "Yes, he lias signed with
us for another year.”— l‘Utsbunj Chron
icle.
Bertie —"Mr. Schuyler, are you a very
strong man?” Schuyler—"No, not
very strong, Bertie.” Bertie—" What
did pa mean, then, when ho told sister
at tho breakfast table to-day that he
saw you with a heavy load on last
night?”— The Judge.
"I never intended you to return me
that $5, my dear fellow,” said he. “I
want you to consider it a gift." "No,
no,” said the other. “1 am honest about
paying my debts; and besides I may
strike you for #lO next week." — The
Judge.
An American base-ball player was in
Belfast when the riot broke out, and he
saw clubs flourishing and heard pistols
popping, ho began to grow homesick.
When the excitement subsided, lie asked
u stranger if the umpire had escaped.—
Norristown Ilerahl.
“See here, my friend,” said an East
ern man to a Western citizen, “you are
a little too fresh for this section of the
country. You had better take a drop.”
"Thanks. Make it same’s last, Mr.
Barkoep," replied the Westerner, wiping
his mouth. — Few York Times.
Mother—“ Here, dear husband, is the
dressmaker’s. 1 have let her our daugh
ter a new costume to make. She looks
therein enchanting, and will presently
a husband therein hunt up.” Father—
"So —ami how much cost then this—
hunting costume?"— Fliegende Blaettcr.
Customer (to waiter) —You don’t
charge 50 cents for canned lokstcr, do
you? Waiter—Yes, sah; dat’s do price.
Customer —But I can get them fresh at
this season for less than that. Waiter —
I don’t know how ’tis, sah; I s’posc it
costs somethin’ to can ’em.— New York
Times.
"My dear.” said a Concord lady to
lor husband, "if you do not make hasto
xvc shall bo late to the School of Philo
sophy. Aren’t you nearly ready?" “1
Vill be ready,” replied the husband,
who is not much of a philosopher, “just
j.s soon as 1 can find my chestnut boll.”
— Few York Sun.
One of the old-timers (loq.)—"Sonny,
what time do hit say de ’scurdgcon
train start?" Young one—"Eighter
clock.” Old-timer —"Morniu’ or cbe
nln’?” Young ono (reading) —"8 a.
m.” Old-timer (sternly)—“Boy, don’t
Vv.u trifle long o’ me. Mornin’ or cbe
nii/e”—Harper's Young Folks.
Young lady (to turnkey)—Can I take
tfee.se flowers iu to tho prisoners, sir?
Turnkey—Yes, mem; the thieves and
pickpockets will be glad to get ’em.
They dotes on flowers. But they ain’t
xio murderers in now, mem. The last
ore was pardoned out yesterday. Young
lady—O, I’m so sorry.— Few York
Times.
Customer (to bartender) —My physi
cian tells me that I must drink nothing
but a little gin with plenty of milk.
Have you got any fresh, pure milk.
Bartender -Sorry, sir, but wo haven’t a
drop. Customer (in a disappointed
tone) —Is that so:’ Well, gimme some
gin. I must do tho best! can. — New
York Sun.
Head of the house —"Where’s the
pitcher ot beer?” Boy—" Ma’s clothes
got on lire and I grabbed up the beer
and threw it on her to put out the
flames.” Head of the house—“l want
pou to understand that beer costs
money. Auytxxly’d think you was born
with a gold spoon in your mouth.” —
Tid-Dits.
A well-dressed countryman stopped
at the entrance of the l’etroleum Ex
change on lower Broadway and gazed
inside with considerable interest. A
broker on the lookout for commissions
said to him cordially: "Are you iu oil,
sir?" "No. mister.” said the country
man, moving away. "I'm no sardine."
Harrier's Baiar.
IV' Baggs —Bagiev blind! Impossible!
1\- Kaggs My dear sir. 1 saw him last
Sunday in his pew with an absolutely
expressionless face while Deacon
Sinoueb was trying to attract his alien
tion. De a contribution
box? My clear chump, that kind of
blindness attacks him once a we*-k. —
Philadelphia Call.
Boarder —“Mrs. Finnigan, what is
this?” Boarding-house mistress—“A
chicken, sir.” “O, it is, eh? I thought
maybe it was a reed-bird.” “I-n’t it
good, Mr. Baker? i stuffed it with
bread and onions, and the nicest lilliug
wliat I would have stuffed it with?”
“No: with what?” “Another chicken.”
—Philadelphia Call.
De Baggs—l'm a wretched man,
Bagley. Jam afflicted with insomnia
and Id'*: is getting to be a burden. Bag
let’ —Nonsense! there are plenty of
cures for that. I)e Baggs (desp liring
ly) Yes, 1 know there are, but I've
tried them all without effect. Igo to
church regularly and even there I can't
go to sleep. riuuiiL/jilttit Call.
Anxious Mother “it was after 9
o’clock when Clara came down to break
fast this morning, and the poor girl
didn't look well at all. Jler system
needs toning up. Wiiat do you think
of iron?” Father —"Good idea.”
Mother -“What kind of iron had she
better take?” Father—“ She had better
take a Hat iron.”— Artv York Sun.
The striking mania reached a colored
preacher in a town in Mississippi, the
other day, and he arose before his con
gregation and said: “Chil’en, I’se bin
try in’ hard to preach de gospel on £2 a
week, and I’ze got discouraged. You
has either got to raise de salary to $3 or
I’ze gwine to go out an’ skirmish fur
hogs an' chickens ’long wid de res’ of
you an’ take my chances of gwine to
heaven.” By an unanimous vote of
the congregation it was decided to con
tinue the salary at $3 and let him skirm
ish. — Wall Street Acids.
Every Day Apple Pies.
A green apple pie with light flaky
crust that holds without any leakage
while baking, its sugary, spicy juices,
makes a toothsome dessert, but to my
certain knowledge there are house
keepers, good housekeepers too, of forty
year’s standing, who resort to the ex
pedient of stewing their apples before
making pies, thus losing the delicious
flavor and jellied layers of pics filled
with slices of raw apple, because they
are disgusted with having the juicy
goodness of such pies boil over while
baking, with a big smoke and scorch on
the oven’s bottom.
If there is anything that will wet
blanket a cook's courage it is to hear
the sharp sizzle of escaping boiling pie
juice, and—unless one has experience
and skill in the manipulation of pie
crust —boil and sizzle and smoke its
juice will from the time a fat cheeked
green apple pie is shoved into baking
quarters, till it leaves them flattened
and smoothed with its leakage of good
ness.
We have read the newspapers, and
we have tried all resorts; binding the
pie’s edges with cloth, puttying up the
cracking seams with spatted wads of
dough, and by making the pie crust so
tough that even boiling hot juices could
not penetrate it to escape; and now,
after an experience of'twenty years, we
have settled on this method for making
every day apple pics, with crust as liffht
and nourishing as bread, and ye*
whose flavor and sweetness and juice*
will be held and not be candied in a
sticky scorch on ttie bottom of the oven
Three cupfuls of thick sour milk, one
cupful of sour cream or one-third cup
ful of butter, one large teaspoonful of
soda, one-fourtli teaspoonful of salt, and
flour enough to make a stiff dough.
This quantity is suflicient to make six
largo pies or eight small ones. Line
the plates with crust and before fillinp
them with sliced apples, put into eacn
plate two tablespoonfuls of sugar, ono
of flour and what spice you intend for
the pie. Thoroughly mix these am,
spread evenly over bottom crust After
the plates are tilled with apple, add one
tablespoonful of molasses.
Roll dough for upper crusts and
spread on each, thin shavings of lard o*
butter. Thickly sprinkle over this and
roll lightly. Trace a pretty vine and
slash tiny holes for steam to escape.
Cover, without wetting edges, pressing
them closely together. Just before
baking, dask cold water over top crust,
enough to thoroughly wet flour. Bake
slowly three-fourths of an hour if ap
ple is hard and unripe. When done,
with a tiny nosed toy tea pot, pour into
the pie through one of the slashes in
crust, two tablespoonfuls of boiling
water.
With reasonable care, there is no
need of mutilating or soaking unsightly
places in top crust.
We think it a great improvement
placing sugar and flour below apple in
stead of above it. There is less danger
of escaping juice and the apple is thor
oughly cooked and deliciously flavored
and jollied with the spicy, thickened
syrup boiling up through it
’ This crust, being nearly as digestible
and wholesome as bread, wo are not
afraid to aliow our small children a
generous cut from such pies, and they
are not slow in claiming it — Clai'issa
Cotter, in Good Housekeeping.
Mike Was Dad.
“Mrs. Murphy, do yez remember the
time whin that son Moike of yours
toied the dure of our shanty one mam
in’, and Dinny had to go to worruk
through the chimbly?”
“Dade, and oi do. Wasn’t it mesilt
that whaled him fur't wid all the
stringth oi had in mo hand?”
“An’ do yez call to rnoind the tim
whin that same Moike did be puttin
our baby in the coal-bucket an’ hatig
iu’ av him up in the p’ach three in the
front yarrud?”
"Arrah, now, an’ wasn’t it his own
father that broke his cane to shplinthcrs
over ’is boick fur that thrick?”
“An’ have yez in mind the cpisody
whin he put the red pimjgr on the par
lor sthove, when me daughter Bridget
married Patsy Raffertv?”
“Be nisy wid ye. ft wor meself share
as held the b'y while ’is father played
•St. Pathrick's Day’ an ’ini wid a bid
shlat. Phwat do yez be coinin' at?”
“Well, oive just found a soign over
me dare which sez on it •Chinasc Laun
dry’ wid some baste av a hay then name
to top, and oi cem over in all nayborli
ness to ax vez if you couldn’t kindly
whale the divil out av Moike wid a
crowbar.”— Merchant Traveler.
THE PRINCE OF WALES.
Ilis Extraordinary Power iu Social Circles*
But it is certain tnat the Prince of
Wales holds a position in London so
ciety that so far as I know, is not
paralleled in the case of any other royal
personage in Europe. The late French
emperor, Louis Napoleon, and possibly
George IV., when prince regent, pos
sessed the same social power, but I
doubt even in these instances the in
fluence that those potential as that of
the successor of the last named prince.
The Prince of Wales is literally and em
phatically the king of English society.
What he smiles upon is accepted and
what he frowns upon is rejected. His
dominations extends from the social
world to that of the theaters. The en
tertainment or the performer that he
honors with his patronage and that of
his wife may not, indeed, be sure of suc
cess, but the withholding of that pa
tronage most assuredly means failure.
It is the same in all other matters,
artistic or social, for with literary mat
ters his highness has never been known
to meddle. Some years ago lie paused
at a picture exhibition before a painting
by a lady hitherto comparatively un
known to fame and praised it highly.
He afterward, I think, bought the work
in question. The artist at once became
not only celebrated, but the rage. It
was Miss Elizabeth Thompson, now
Mrs. Butler, who had thus been wafted
to fame and fortune by a breath from
the lips of royalty.
His royal highness is undoubtedly
fond of American society, and 1 do not
think that it is an appropriate act for
Americans in general to find fault with
him for so doing. I should rather say
that there in he shows his good taste.
And do these American critics under
stand the reason of this partiality? It
is a very simple one, and is readily re
vealed. The truth is merely this:
American society is amusing. English
society, as a rule, is not The severe
rules of caste that govern the latter ex
clude much that is perfectly innocent
and proper that adds largely to social
enjoyment For instance, it was a long
time before the german, with its gaycty
and animation, its picturesque figures
and frequent changes of partners, was
considered at all allowable in England.
I think it is a good deal frowned upon
in the highest circles even yet Then
English girls are taught to maintain a
decorous silence in society and to do
nothing that can in any way attract at
tention to them. American society
girls arc accustomed to talk brightly
and amusingly. They are bred to en
tertain guests and to make themselves
agreeable from the hour they cease to
be children. Young English girls are
awed into stony reverence at the aspect
of royalty. The breath of our republic
has put such spirit into the veins of our
fair maidens that they are not to be
scared speechless by the good-natured
face of the heir to the British throne.
They talk to him agreeably and pleas
antly, as they do to all the other gen
tlemen that they meet- Then many
American society ladies are endowed
with some special and carefully culti
vated talent, either for music or recita
tion, or for telling amusing stories.
And English society eagerly greets such
talents as means of amusement. — Lon
don Cor. r/iiladelphia Cress.
r ear nues not aoasoiu
In fact, the feeling of fear can not be
subdued. It is an irresistible emotion
that depends upon our organization,
and one which all the most logical rea
sonings can not change. Nothing is
more true than the common saying that
fear does not reason; and it is remark
able how little eflicacy intelligence and
its efforts have to arrest its effects. I
know a highly intelligent person, with
a strong and clear mind, who believes
he would be lost if he had to go into a
boat Yet the sea is smooth, the course
is short, and the boat stanch. Excel
lent reasoning, but it does not take hold
of him. His emotion is stronger than
all the arguments you can invent, how
ever irreproachable they may be, no
matter how fully the poltroon may re
cognize their force, llow many chil
dren there are who do not dare to cross
in the night the garden where they have
played all day, where they know there
is no danger, and where they will not
lose sight of the lights in the house!
An instance out of my own experience
will go to show how fear does not rea
son. About ten years ago. when 1 was
in Baden, near the Black Forest, 1 was
in the habit of walking alone in the
evening till late in the night The se
curity was absolute, and I knew very
well that there was no danger; and, as
long as I was in the open field or on the
road, I felt nothing that resembled fear.
But to go into the forest, where it was
so dark that one could hardly see two
steps ahead, was another thing. I en
tered resolutely, and went in for some
twenty paces; but, in spite of myself, the
deeper I plunged into the darkness the
more a fear gained possession of me
which was quite incomprehensible. I
tried in vain to overcome the unreason
able feeling, and I may have walked on
in this way for about a quarter of an
hour. But there was nothing pleasant
about the walk, and I could not help
feeling relieved when I saw the light of
the sky through a gap in the trees, and
it required a strong effort of the will to
keep from pressing toward it. My fear
was wholly without cause. I knew it,
and yet I felt it as strongly as if it had
been rational. Some time after that
adventure, I was traveling at nijght,
alone with a guide in whom I had uo
confidence, in the mountains of Leba
non. The danger there was certainly
much greater than around Baden, but 1
felt no fear. Charles llichet, in l.opular
Science Monthly.
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