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When a feller's good and hungry,
Then he cain’t work no mo';
He's got to do some eatin’
To make the old wheels go;
An' when he's ben to dinner
An’ stowed away a heap,
Then what's the use o' workin’?
A feller's got ter slecp.
O, when’s that good time comin’
When we don’t work no mo’? |
I'd like to go a struttin’ ‘
To that there golden sho’, 1
An’ lcosen all my buttons
An’ eat a mighty heap |
Of yallum yams an’ possum |
An’ sleep an’ eat an’ sleep!
I'd love to go a-fishin’
In th’ everlastin’ stream, |
An’' hook the line ter my big toe |
An’' perch up there an’ dream; i
I'd like ter ketch a catfish |
An’ fry him in de pan |
I'm a sleepin,” eatin,’ sleepin/ |
A sleepin’, eatin man!
Tue Houston Post.
B’EE?RES?S?W"'
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The maiden lady of uncertatin age
who had descended to breakfast in
the hotel dining room, was clearly
finding the unsocial silence which
prevailed at her meal little to her
taste, ‘
She cast furtive, longing glances at
the merry, chattering groups at sur
rounding tables. The crusty-looking
old man who sat on her left, however,
divided his a‘tention strictly between
his beefsteak and his morning paper,
presenting an impregnable front to
any advance at acquaintanceship.
Suddenly the maiden woman’s face
brightened. She beheld the head
waiter bearing down in her direction,
bringing a married couple to the v:j
cant seats on the opposne smaer
the table. They were young, and ap
peared not unapproachable. In fact,'
they met her advances half-way, and
before five minutes she had learned
that they had just returned from
abroad.
“The Mediterranean?” she exclaim
ed. “How unfortunate some people
are! I have always longed to travel,
but have never got outside of this
country in my life. Do tell me about
your trip.” _ ;
Thé couple flushed with pleasure at
this tribute of enthusiastic interest.
“Well,” sald the man, with a little
laugh, “we were touring over there
for three months, and so managed to
see quite a bit. Oh! yes, Gibraltar, of
course, and Tangier, and Algiers—"
“Ah!” said the maiden woman,
with an envious sigh, *“I have always
dreamed of beholding the sun rise
over Tangier, from across the bay.
To watch the day dawn over that
city, with the surf rolling in creamy
curves on its shore, with its white
buildings, spectral at first in the dim
light, warming one after another into
rose and ivory tints under the red
dening daybreak, it must be a
sight!”
“Yes,” replied the younger woman,
“I remember the other passengers
telling about it the next morning.
QOur steamer anchored off shore in
the evening, and every one else went
to bed early, just to be up in time to
see the sun rise. So we stayed up on
deck till very late that night when
things were very quiet; and we were
not awake early the next morning.”
“But,” the maiden woman protest
ed, “wasn’t that a shame? You can
so often sit on the deck of a steamer
at night; but you may never again
have the chance to see the sun rise
over Tangier.”
“l don’'t think we missed much,”
returned the younger woman, with a
quiet smile. “It was quite chilly—do
you remember, Fred? And you in
sisted upon wrapping me up in your
overcoat and on wearing my little golf
cape yourself. I'm afraid you were
¢old.
“Indeed I wasn't!” her husband as-
sured her. “That night was worth
a doen sunrises over Tangier or any
where else.” :
The face of the elder woman was
anything but sympathetic.
“Perhaps,” she remarked, rather
coldly, “you didn’t €ven notice the
city of Algiers as your boat appraach
ed it? I was going to ask what it
appeared most like to you.” Then,
as the faces opposite her looked rath
er blank, she went on to explain: “It
is such a white city, you know, and
built so close together that at a dis
tance some say it looks just like a
flight of marble stairs carved out of
the mountain side on which it rises;
and cthers have likened it to a snow
drift, and a great chalk pit—"
“Oh, yes, 1 recollect,”” said the
young man,‘ glibly, though his tone
told that he didn’t recollect at all.
“Yes, Algiers is very, very white., We
staved there almost a week.
“Then, of course, you visited the
Great Mosque,” said the maiden wom
an; bput suspicion shone in her eyes.
“l have always longed to see that
mosque,” she added, quietly. “It is,
I believe, the most wonderful archi
tectural monument of early Moham
medan art remaining to us.”
“Ah, yes,” said the younger wom
an, smiling brightly. “We visited it.
It was wonderful. Such rich coloring
and elaborate decoration!” ’
“In the Great Mcsque of Algiers!”
exclaimed the maiden woman. “I
have always understood,” she added,
almost severely, “that it is the utter
iack of decoration—simply long vis
tas of white pillared aisles opening
out endlessly to right and left as one
proceeds, which produces in that
msoque its unequaled effect of vast
ness and mystery.”
Tie youngz man laughed.
“Jove! You're as good as a guide
book!” he said.
His wife merely murmured—
“ Perhaps you are right. Anyhow,
the cathedrals of Spain were lovely.”
The maiden woman’s interest be
-san to revive.
“Oh, tell me aboul some of thoge
glorious piles. What treasures many
of them contain!”
“T don’t know-—oh! yes, of course,
I'm sure they do,” replied the young
er woman, dreamily, “But they were
so altogether lovely. So solemn and
gloomy. You could hardly see a
thing.”
The enthusiasm faded from ° the
maiden woman’s face. She changed
the subject.
“Tell me, from what side was the
leonine aspect of Gibraltar clear to
you?”’ she asked. *“Most say that
the lion faces south; some others
that he lies with his head toward
Spain. Of course, it all depends upon
what view of the rock one sees, does
nt 1Y
“Yes, certainly,” the wife remark
ed, after a moment, “Gibraltar is the
lion couchant. But I don’'t remember
that it was particularly different from
different sides. The town itself was
dreadful.”
“Oh, so strongly military,” assent
ed her husband. ‘“Guards at every
point. And do you remember the day
when we tried to ascend the rock to
the Moorish Castle and the galleries?
First we were ordered back for pa
ipers and passes, and at almost every
Istep that afternoon a sentry would
pop up and demand to inspect these.
They seemed to regard us with the
greatest suspicion.”
“No wonder!” exclaimed his wife,
looking up at him with a pout which
was half a smile. “You know very
well, you insisted on my wearing
your hat, and you perched mine on
the side of your head in the most
ridiculous fashion!”
The woman on the other side of
the table plainly could not tell just
what to think. It seemed as though
they might really have been to Gib
raltar, and yet—that speech about
‘ the rock appearing the same from al!
' points of view!
i “Venice was lovely, though,” said
| the young woman, smiling up at her.
i"The gondolas were charming, espe
cially at night. You glide over the
' dark waters, with myriad lights
gleaming along the banks, and some
times the gondoliers would sing.”
“Yes,” said the maiden woman, 1
rode in the gondolas at Earl's Court
and the gondoliers sang, and it was
delightful. But St. Mark’s, now—"
Oh! horrible!” said the other
woman with a shudder.
The maiden woman seemed petri
fied. Then her face cleared.
“Ah! yes, I have heard that they
have been ignorant enough to restore
the mosaics, and scrape the marbles,
destroying the beautiful—" |
“Oh! I didn’t mean the building,”
interrupted the ycunger woman. “I
mean the people. They torment one
so.”
“The guides and beggars and ped
dlers, you know,” her husband -ex
plained. “One cannot stand in St.
Mark’s square for a moment withoutv
being surrounded by a swarm of jab
bering idiots.” |
“Then you didn’t see the cathedral
at all?” faltered the maiden woman.
“Oh! of course we saw it. And it
is grand-glorious—isn’t it, my dear?
But give me any time one of the su
perb views of the Riviera, which one
can enjoy in peace and quiet.”
“l see. It’s nature—scenery—that
you care for, isnt’ it?” said the maid
en woman, almost desperat|iy.
“What a treat Naples must have been
to you, with its unsurpassed beauty
of situation, and Vesuvius looming
up, grand and terrible, in the dis
tance!”
The young people seemed to con
sider.
“Yes,” said the husband, slowly, as
though trying to assure himself of
something; ‘“yes, of course, Vesuvius
is right outside of Naples.”
That was too much for the maiden
woman. She rose hastily, and swept
from the table with a barely civil
good morning to the couple. As she
procecded toward the door she no
ticed that the crusty looking old man
had risen also, and was walking from
the room with ker. He looked up
and caught her eye with a grim smile
that was almest affable.
“Sheer nonsense and waste of mon
ey for young people to go abroad like
that” he sald. “Just place them
alone out in a field somewhere, and
they would derive as much pleasure
and benefit from it.”
“Well, as far as those two are con
cerned, I quite agree with you,” re
plied the maiden woman.
“Same with them all!” retorted the
crusty old man. ‘“Same with all
young fools on their wedding trip.
So busy locking at each other they
never sce another thing.”
A light dawned in the face of the
maiden woman.
- “Oh!” she murmured gently, “I un
derstand now.”—lllustrated Bits.
‘ Palm Pith Used as Food.
A primitive food material used by
the Sakalaves has recently been ex
amined by a French chemist. The
Sakalaves were at one time the dom
inating people of the large island of
Madagascar, but were overpowered
and in imminent danger of destruc
tion by the Hovas. Under the French
protection they left the main island
early in the last century and took up
their abode in the small islands near
by. These people are using for focd
the pith of a palm tree called by them
the Satranabe palm, and believed-to
be the medemia nobilis. The trunks
of these palms contain from four to
eleven pounds of pith, which is
scooped out by the natives, dried,
ground up and sifted. When fresh
it is said to taste slightly sweet. The
French chemist to whom some of this
palm flour was sent for examination
says that when received by him it no
longer tasted sweet, and chemical
tests failed to disclose the presence
of sugar. He found over 60 p2r cent.
of starch and 10 per cent. of pro
teids. The food value of this palm
pith is greater than that of potatoes,
yams or manioc.—Collier’'s Weekly.
A watch taken to the top of Mount
Blanc will gain 36 seconds in 24
- houre=.
- EDUCATING CROW INDIANS,
Children So Hungry to Learn that
They Object to Saturday Holiday.
At the meeting of the New York
City Indian Association in the Colle
giate Church, on Fifth avenue, the
Rev. Dr. E. E. Chivers, whom the
Crow Indians recently elected a chief
of their tribe for his services to them
as field secretary of the American
Home Baptist Missionary Society,
spoke of the Indian school which he
' had founded among them. “The Crow
Indians,” said Dr. Chivers, “are a tribe
in Montana numbering about 1,900,
and although they huve not been com
verted to Christianity, they sent an
appeal to me about two years ago to
found a school for their children in
Large Grass, Mont. The school which
we founded there as the result of this
request differs from the usual Gov
ernment Indian schools in that it is
built near the homes of the Indians,
and so permits the children both to
attend school and live at home.
“The Indians are so glad for this
educational opportunity that they pre
serve excellent order and so dispense
with the need of a school policeman,
who is one. of the necessary officers
of all Government Indian schools.
The grattitude of these Indians shows
notably in tho«zifts of White Arm,
who donated of his lands, which
amounted to 160 acres, and even ‘his
own house. Since the beginning the
attendance has been thirty-one pupils.
and not even for a day has there been
any falling off. The children are so
eager to attend that they object to
having Saturday a holiday, and every
one of the pupils has bought a new
patent lunchbox so that he can stay
at school during lunch hours.
“We have gone to work in the up
lifting of these Indians from the edu
cational end—a differen: method from
our procedure in Oklahoma, where
we first taught the Indians religion. It
was not religion, however, which the
Crows wanted when they asked for a
school. We said, however, that if we
gave the school we would send along
with the regular teacher a religious
teacher. This condition the Crows
accepted, and we believe that we will
be able to convert them later on. As
a mark of apreciation the chiefs held
a council of war, and elected me chief,
with the title of Ashtotcheeshish,
which being interpreted means Big
Water Chief. As a mark of my rank
| they gave me a war bonnet, of which
I am very proud. My work as field
secretary carries me all over the
United States. In the last seven
months I have covered 28,000 miles.
Almost a thousan . miles of this dis
tance was traveled in a ‘wagon.”—New
York Post. ,
The .Life of a Bride.
A woman may know that she has
ceased to be a bride only—
When she finds herself saying un
complimentary thinzs to her husband.
The first time her Lusband eriti
cises her frocks.
When she discovers she is jealoas.
When he grows economical with
his Kkisses.
When she begins to nag.
When he become sarcastic about
the food.
When she does not mind coming
| to breakfast in curl papers.
When he tells her how pratty some
other woman looks.
When he begins to eulogize his
mother.
When a meal becomes so quiet that
she can plan a whole frock between
the courses.
When he begins to go te- his club.
When she begins t¢ hunt up her
(old friends and enjoys calling on
1 them.
When he comes in late for dinuner.
When she forgets to come home
from the matinee in time to greet him
| before dinner.—Minneapolis Tribune.
§ The number of cigarettes manui
{ factured and sold in Canada incread®
| from 34,000,000 in 1890 to 83,004 "
'in 1895, In 1900 123,000,000 w<
I manufactured. it