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II FIREWORKS. Pyrotechnic Products Must lUI nme Onan Open Air, Air pry In the fRYING POR NEW DESIGNS. of A rtists Continually Devising c!l»r a Schemes Construction to Be Worked of the Outjn Set .yvork of the Chemists. Pieces firs t step in manufacturing fire _ is the making of the cases, or v, cylinders nr or other other TOO reccp tirih the explosives ana the the rrac - «» of these arG “ ade ° f lD ” U ; Itically " sheets of tissue paper pasted liiirri hie until the thickness ■ rolled together Most of those “ made by machinery and are feared al e the places litre as wanted to they are to be filled or charged E the materials charging that have is been done pre- by All the arhlnery except in the big shells that L forth sets each of stars "star” of has varying to be I colors. Io these [placed !u a certain position so as to explode iu just the right way at the [proper instant. weather the 1 of doors In pleasant I Out fuse-“qulck match” they long lines of fare called— are made. These are wound on reels six or seven feet across. Their basis is loose cotton cord covered with various highly inflammable chemicals. •Quick match," roman candles and a j number of other pyrotechnic products cannot be dried by artificial beat. They niust lie in the open air until the mois¬ ture used in mixing the chemicals ! evaporates. All the year around the artists on the staff of the pyrotechnic manufac¬ turers are taxing their brains design I i„g color schemes to be worked out in fire. Outside of the big set pieces, which are much iu vogue, a great deal I of attention is given to rockets, ! bombs and rocket bombs, of which there are innumerable kiuds. When the artist has evolved some striking color effect he turns over his painting to the chemists, whose task it is to combine various combustible ingredi 1 ents so ns to reproduce what the painter has put on his canvas. The race between the art department and the staff chemists is unending. It is the boast of the chemists that they can duplicate iu their burning colors any combination of paints that can be presented to them. These colors are imparted by the heated vapors of certain metals. So¬ dium, for instance, gives a yellow light, calcium red, strontium crimson and barium green. The number of chemicals, common and rare, employed in the manufacture of fireworks is prodigious. Take blue stars, for in¬ stance. These are commonly produced by a combination of chlorate of potash, calomel, sulphuret of copper, oxychlo¬ ride of copper, dextrin, stearin, black oxide of copper, copper filings and sal ammoniac. Every fireworks manufacturer has his carefully guarded trade secrets. Pyrotechnics in its various branches and as a whole is taught in no uni versify, and there is little printed lit¬ erature on the subject. The construction of the set pieces, especially jf they are large, is a huge task. First the artist draws the pic¬ ture. it is complete in every detail of outline and shade of color. This Is marked off into equal squares, each of which represents a square foot In the actual reproduction in fire. Sections of light boards, say, 20 by 25 feet are built and laid Hat on the ground, and toe-tangles a foot square are marked thereon. On the section is outlined the picture that the artist has made, with the different colors indicated in "mir proper groupings. Loose over this is built a checkerboard frarne work of light lathe. Then come men wlttl strips of rattan. They tack these t° dle framework, following exactly putv line that has been indicated on o boards below, -leaving practically a huge line drawing in rattan. aen c °me meu with thousands of , S pins—ordinary !ou pins, but about au S- These are set iu the rattan a u inch i apart. These are followed by other - men, who cut the heads off the mm. After this comes a gang of meu 1 bundles of little fireworks, two , c es lou S by one-quarter to three quarter inches in diameter, iu varying colors or combinations of color to cor espond with the original drawing, nese are called “gerbes.” When ig ted fbey emit sheaves of fire. These s'ln 0 lUcl£ !’ on the pius and glued, each the COl0r 1U * tS Pr ° Per plac * a,0Dg frame k after this has been done auother “quick .1 f comes with hundreds of feet of match" and connects all these ,' sands of “gerbes” together. Loose en , i* U *i e k° wh rc and there for firing sot V 1 -1 piece ben these ls in sections P'ace ready hoist¬ to be ' are ed --- nocuous are uoisc in/- ° ^ P r positions, aft er j ua ^ °Per and tor Ulte u la ^ 0r everything is ready tt 6 " oudei ful Whirl ' delight to the eye, rninii* ias * between one and four from S sw ’bftly does the fire run “ ger be” to “gerbe” through this tare” “ atcb ” that the biggest “pic aflam is usuall y shown will be e t n every mi 18 part In three seconds. Per sald f° be little or no dan fcVen ‘out firing ---® these set oKi pieces purees ur or i plode off tbe bombs that ex ends f 1 Suc * ,<luick k fearsome noise. The “Dort o re « * match,” where the do s a PpHed by the men who that gu!tin ®. are carefully timed so nt'!?’ ti bave Plenty of out or the chance to get way.—New York Press. deiw ^^s-Latln Without a friend menu the the world > is a wll iToverh. WAKING IP WILLIAM His Wily Wife Finally Got What She Was After. IT WAS A WELL PLAYED GAME William Was a Little Slow, but When the Lady’s Trump Card Was Played He Said Just What She Wanted Him to Say From the Very Start. “William,” said Mrs. Gilmartin, bend¬ ing over the sewing in her lap, “what do you think we’d better have Thurs¬ day night when the Pritchards come?” Mr. Gilmartin lowered his paper an Instant and stared across the table at her. “Have?” he said. “Why, I suppose we’ll have a couple of games of cinch and a lot of foolish talk, as usual.” “I mean what will we have to eat— stupid!” explained his wife. “You know they always have a little lunch when we go over to their place.” “Oh, to eat!” echoed Gilmartin, re¬ suming his newspaper. “Why, have whatever you like. I don’t care.” Mrs. Gilmartin sighed and patted the Revving on her knee after taking a fur live glance at ber engrossed husband. “That’s easy enough to say,” she ob¬ served, “but I want to talk to you about It. This Is important. Do help me out, Will,” she added. “I’ve thought until I’m dizzy, and nothing seems quite the thing.” “H-m-m!”-said Gilmartin, frowning at the wall paper and trying to think. “Why, I should think—er—almost any¬ thing would do that’s—er—nice— what¬ ever they usually have, you know,” he added rather helplessly. “Go ahead and get up a nice little supper. You know' how.” And he calmly resumed his newspaper. “But this is different, dear,” persist id Mrs. Gilmartin, puckering her brows and her sewing in her agitation. “Tills is Mrs. Pritchard's birthday, and we invited them to celebrate it with us weeks and weeks ago. You know she’s such a stickler for having everything Just right. I’m worried sick.” “What is there to worry about?” de¬ manded her husbaud, looking over the top of the paper in surprise. “I sup¬ pose the Pritchards eat about the same sort of things the rest of us do. I never saw much difference the few times we had a bite with them. They aren't nny better than we are, as far as I can see. I guess what’s good enough for us is good enough for A1 Pritchard and his wife.” Mrs. Gilmartin heaved another rath¬ er pathetic sigh and said: “It isn’t the actual food I’m worrying about and whether it will be, as you say, good enough for them. That’s silly. But It’s the selection of a little menu for a birthday party and the table decora¬ tions and the lights and—and every¬ thing,” she added. “Mrs. Pritchard says it’s the little things that show- the clever housekeeper.” There was silence for a few mo¬ ments, and then Mrs. Gilmartin ven¬ tured a suggestion: “Creamed oysters are nice,” she said. Urn-hum,’’ breathed tlie head of the house absently. “What was that?” he demanded, turning suddenly. “I didn’t hear.” “I said creamed oysters are nice,” re¬ peated Mrs. Gilmartin. “Sure! Of course they are!” he de¬ clared with enthusiasm. “All right. Let’s have creamed oysters,” and he dived into the stock market reports. “Well, you don't imagine we can make a whole birthday supper off creamed oysters, do you?” demanded Mrs. Gilmartin indignantly. “There must he a lot of other things thought of. Mrs. Pritchard says it's just these little affairs that bring out real tact and good taste.” “Oh, bother Mrs. Pritchard!” snap¬ ped Gilmartin. “Why, Will!” said his wife mildly. “I’m afraid you’re out of sorts this evening, and i did want to have a nice long talk about this little supper, be cause so much depends on it.” “1 beg your pardon,” said her bus band contritely, laving down bis pa per “I didn’t mean to be cross. Now, what will we have after the creamed oysters?” “I suppose a chicken salad or some thing like that would be all right,” said Mrs Gilmartin rather doubtfully, “and we ought have a stuffed to mato, although that seems awfully common and ordinary for a birthday party. You know the Pritchards al ways turn the whole thing over to Robbem, who lias that caterer's place near them, whenever they have any thing sort of formal—a birthday or a holiday party like this, you know.” “What do we want of a caterer to get up supper for four people?” de jnanded Mr. Gilmartin. “You can get away with It in great shape with Hilda to help you out.” “Oh, I didn't mean for us to get Hob bem,” she said, glancing at him from beneath her lashes. “I was Just telling you how easy it is for them. Mrs. Pritchard says It’s absurd for people to go to the expense of hiring a caterer for a small affair unless they have plenty of money.” and took Mr. Gilmartin stood up a turn across the floor. “Oh, she does, does she?” he said defiantly. “Is that so? Well, you Just go over to Bobbem’s tomorrow and put the whole thing in his hands stand and^quit for It j worrying 1 guess we can i £ rs-r asssjs: s&fta: - THE COVINGTON NEWS CHARMSOFUGLYMEH Ca $e of John Wilkes, the Famous London Alderman. ... HE WEDDED A NOTED BEAUTY And He Wae So Homely That Hie Looks Frightened the Children In the Streets-Bailly, With a Face Like a Horse, Won a Famous French Beauty. There w'as perhaps as much truth as boasting in the statement of John Wilkes, the famous London alderman and champion of British electors, bgly as I am, if I can have but a quarter of an hour’s start I will get the better of any man, however good looking, In the graces of any woman.” Of Wilkes’ abnormal ugliness there was never a question, for Is it not re¬ corded that the “very children in the street ran away affrighted at the sight of him?” And yet his powers of fasci¬ nation were so great that “indies of beauty and fashion vied with each other for his notice, while men of handsome exterior and all courtly graces looked enviously on.” There were, it Is said, few beauties of the day whose hand Wilkes might hot have confidently hoped to win, and when he led Mary Mead to the altar he made a wife of one of the richest and most lovely women of her time. “ 'Beauty and the Beast' they call us,” W likes once said to his friend Tatter, “and I cannot honestly find fault with the description.” Jean Paul Marat, whose name will always be associated with the evil history of the French revolution, was notoriously the ugliest man of his day In Tarls. When this reputation reach¬ ed his ears Marat is said to have re¬ marked, “But why limit my suprema¬ cy to Tarls?” And Indeed the restric¬ tion was much too modest. And yet in his earlier years, when he was the most popular of court doc¬ tors, his very ugliness seemed to exer¬ cise such a fascination over aristocrat¬ ic ladies that they crowded his consult¬ ing rooms in order to catch a glimpse of and to exchange words with him under the flimsiest pretexts of imag¬ inary ailments. The studied indiffer¬ ence with which he treated alike their charms and their flattery only made them the more insistent until he de¬ clared to a friend that he would have to fly from Paris to escape the perse¬ cution of his fair admirers. Bailly, mayor of Paris at the time of the reign of terror, is said to have had a face almost exactly like that of a horse. His appearance was, In fact, so abnormal, so monstrous, that chil¬ dren shrieked and women fainted at the very sight of him, and yet his wife was one of the most lovely women In the whole of France—so lovely that as a girl she was known as “the beautiful angel.” That there is a powerful fascination for some women in extreme ugliness is proved by innumerable cases in which women who have been richly dowered with physical charms have fallen mad¬ ly in love with men of almost repulsive appearance. A London paper records a remark able case of this kind in 1817, when Lady Mary X. married Mr. Mudford, a London attorney. Lady Mary was a girl of peerless charms, the most beautiful of all the court ladles and the favorite toast of the world of aristocrats. She might— for her birth and fortune were almost equal to her beauty—have chosen her husband from among dukes, and even more than one royal prince sought her hand in vain. To the consternation of society, she married Mr. Mudford, not only “a pet¬ tifogging attorney,” but a man of al¬ most unnatural ugliness of face and with a deformed hand and foot. Sin¬ gular, too, as It may appear, her mar¬ ried life was one of unclouded happi¬ ness, and to her dying day, nearly forty years later, she never seemed to have a moment’s regret for her choice of a husband. Still more remarkable was the story told of a most beautiful heiress with an attachment for one of the freaks j of a traveling show, and she per- ; slsted in marrying him in spite of all j tho ( ' fTorts of her frionds and relations, j This singular object of her nffeitions : masqueraded under the title of “the man monkey, or the ugliest man in the world,” and he had an excellent claim to the titl e.—Exc hange. Virginia Cabbage Select a small, fine pointed head of cabbage, cuttiug off the top for a ltd. Cut out the center, leaving a wall an i nc h thick. Chop one cupful of cab t, age very fine, then add one veal, cupful J e ach of ground ham and one grated onion and finely chopped green ! pepper, six rolled crackors, two beaten e ggs, one cupful of milk, two table- i spoonfuls of melted butter, one-half] teaspoonful each of celery salt and sa it, one saltspoonful of white pepper j an< i two dashes of cayenne. Mix thor- j oughly, till cabbage, tie on the lid, put . [ n a ehe^ecloth bag and boll in salted water for one hour. Slice crosswise and serve with cream sauce. Dell- | clous. Serve the potato croquettes on | the same platter.-Chieago Becord-Her aid. Fatherly Advice. “Dad,” said the country youth who had Just graduated from the district 80 hool, “I h«ve long cherished^a deMre t o go on the stage and have at lai z sr rr rs ^ TO MY FRIENDS Georgia Made Top Buggies For $49.oo. For $55.oo. For 6 O. 00 . For 65.oo. You cannot save $ 20.00 on these prices nor $ 1.00 either] These pric *s for cash, but will sell on time for a small advance. D. A. Thompson. PROFITS CUT ALL TO PIECES ON PIANOS Ten or Fifteen Different Makes. $10 Profit on Factory Prices. See This Line Before You Make Your Purchase. It Means Money To you. C. A. HARWELL i k Leader In « iw Furniture and Undertaking Covington, Ga