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OMAN has emancipated herself in
the tropical isles of the Pacific.
Once she did all the drudgery, now
she makes leis of flowers for the
men to wear about their heads
while they do the hard work nec
essary to support the family. At
best the Polynesian woman will
only work with her husband, but
never for him. The beautiful re
sults of her industry of long ago
in the South Seas, when man was
master, are almost things of the
past, to be found nowadays as price-
less relics in the museums of the world.
In the good old days before a Hawaiian queen
celebrated the death of her warrior husband by
declaring nothing taboo or forbidden to her sex,
the Hawaiian woman lived on a slim diet. She
might make nets and catch fish for her husband,
but she could not eat them, nor could she dine off
the same mat. made by her hands, from which
her lord and master ate, nor could she even eat
in the presence of her own son whom she brought
into the world.
Once the “taboo” was removed, the woman be
came the equal of the man, and the arts lan
guished. When kings could command and kill
the disobedient, rulers of Hawaii wore a robe of
feathers that took many women a century to com
plete, and thousands of men as long to gather the
few feathers that each wild bird of the ipountains
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supplied for the royal robe of yellow, valued at
a million dollars, the most costly royal robe in
existence, and the handiwork of savage women
who have long forgotten the art that once was
theirs, when their fingers created feather robes
for their husband chiefs to wear.
Today when a royal personage dies in Hawaii,
ancient kahilis, or wands of feathers, are care
fully reconstructed by those who still preserve
the art of putting them together, and after the
royal interment they are again taken apart and
put carefully away. In days of old even queens
worked on these, and even the present ex-Queen
Liliuokalanl worked with her own hands a feather
wand that preceded to the grave poor Queen \
Emma, last descendant of the first American to
make Hawaii his home. Again this kahili was
b carried before the funeral cortege of Prince
David, and will in time precede Liliuokalani her
self to the last resting place of Hawaiian kings
and queens, the royal mausoleum.
Sometimes one may still observe a family of
women in Hawaii wearing one of the old-time, all
but priceless mats, but it is tedious work and the
over-educated college-bred girl of Hawaii does
not take toil kindly. Besides the art must be
learned in childhood when the fingers are supple,
and nowadays the public schools have truant of
ficers and every family a sewing machine. Every
Hawaiian girl, however, is an adept at weaving
wreaths and chains of flowers. The lei women
are one of the sights of Honolulu. For the man
she loves the Hawaiian girl will still weave a
hat of native fibre around which she will make
a band of feathers to express her “aloha” or love
for the wearer.
As the native arts and industries in the South
Seas are abandoned one by one before the on
ward march of civilization, the aboriginal of the
tropics are left idle, quickly forget how to work
and pass away. In the good old days it took a
muscular cannibal full six months to chop out
with primitive stone implements his log canoe.
In New Zealand the most expert wood carvers were
employed for years at a stretch fashioning with
stone hatchets the headpiece for a war canoe.
In every South Sea village the sound of the
women beating out tapa cloth was heard from
morning till night, but nowadays all these things
are done in a twinkling by machinery in civilized
lands, sold to the South Sea Islanders for the
cocoanuts they pick up under the trees. There
is no further incentive for them to work, so nature
seems to say to them, “Then why live?” Civiliza
tion has clothed the savage and robbed him of
his handicrafts, but it has not yet succeeded in
making him work for the white man, as the white
man wishes him to work.
In the good old days of the great king Kame
hameha. some ninety odd years ago, every
Hawaiian man was a warrior, skilled in the con
struction of artistic war clubs and double canoes
almost as large as modern ships. The women
not yet quite come in Fiji when all the population
may sit with hands folded, waiting for the end.
Peace Made The Quaker Face
What made the Quaker face? Not a broad
brimmed hat or a gray bonnet, as the flippant as
sert. Costume will not make it, as you may prove
for yourself at the next masquerade. In part, it
was the mysticism, the reserve and the self-re
liance of the Quaker mind. These things were
the very essence of the society, and they led to
a subconscious command to be silent, to be calm,
to hide the emotions of the too often rebellious
heart, which in turn helped to mold the faces one
sees in the portraits and among the Friends still
left who belong to the old rule.
It used to be said in our Quaker town that one
could tell by their manners the children who had
been sent to the Friends’ school, because once a
week in meeting they had to sit for an hour in
perfect quiet. Think of a family, of a community,
where the heart was put under discipline for life.
But this is not all, for I have left out the causes
which were chiefly responsible for the most charm
ing element of the features of the old Friends —an
enduring peace. There have been unpeaceful
Quakers and unpeaceful Quarkeresses. More than
one member of our meeting, so I am told, stamped
out of First Day service and slammed the door be
hind them when the unorthodox Hicksites began
Bad for Her Child.
“I see that your husband is taking one of your
neighbor’s children as a caddy when he goes on
the golf links.’'
'‘Yes.’’
“But why doesn’t your own son go with him?
Doesn’t he like to carry his father’s clubs?"
“Yes, but I put a stop to it when I found out
what terrible language my husband uses when he
foozles. I made him get another boy or drop the
game."
Lazy Little Prue.
Sue—Wouldn’t you just like to be as happy as
a lark?
Prue—No, Indeed. Think of the time they have
td get up.—Lippincott’s.
Compensation.
Tailor—The last suit I made for you was a
little tight, so I am making this one loose. 1
give every one a square deal. —Pele Mele.
wove some of the most
wonderful feather robes
ever worn by royalty, and
to this day the few old na
tives who still preserve
alive the art of beating
tapa cloth, turn out de
signs the like of which is
to be found nowhere else
in the Pacific, real works
of a^t, while the few Ha
waiian mats that are still
woven rank above any
made in the South Seas.
Modern aniline dyes have
lightened the labors of
the Hawaiian remnant of
native cloth makers, but
I have many a time come
across the Fijian men and
women in their forests
working all day long with
a will digging roots and
herbs from which to ex
tract colors. The time has
but all over the South Seas the handicraft of the
native workmen is becoming more and more a
rarity to be snapped up for preservation in the
world’s great museums.
In New Zealand it is a penal offense to attempt
to export a bit of Maori carving, no living Maori
may be employed upon a bit of native art work
for a foreigner, no matter what the price offered
the workman may be, he must sell to the gov
ernment. In the New Hebrides, wood carving is
all but a Jost art. Today in the native villages,
in the home of a chief where the old filigree
woodwork dividing the hut in two rooms still
stands, only the very oldest workers In the vil
lages can repair it properly. Where there are no
old men, clumsy patchwork is made of it, and
as for the young men, they know nothing what
ever of the art. Practically it has already died
out.
I had seen the Pandanus tree growing in
Hawaii, I have even sat down and watched the
Hawaiians who, in spite of their childhood spent
in the public schools, still preserve the art of mat
making, and seated upon the flooring of their
modern piazzas, their legs under them, keep their
fingers busy with the long strips of leaves that
some one else has dried and cured for them. It
was not until I had spent some time among the
Fijians that I met those who collect their own
leaves and follow the process of mat making from
start to finish.
The woman’s work in the South Seas is to help
the man. He builds the canoe, she helps to pad
dle it; she creates pottery, he takes it to a mar
ket; he climbs to cut down the ripened cocoanut,
she weaves the baskets that carry the dried
kernel or copra to the trader. If tapa is to be
made the man helps to gather the bark. And so
it goes, the South Sea island woman has nearly
everywhere in the Pacific achieved her emanci
pation, owns her own sewing machine and bids a
cheerful “kofa” (farewell) to the industries at
which her mother was an artist. She has attained
equality with man, but the world has lost some
thing that she might gain everything.
their preaching. I have heard that one of our an
cestresses was a scold, and there was Cousin
Amelia, who used to shake her finger at an ob
stinate driver when he refused to uncheck his
horse, and say: “Just wait till thee gets to the
next world. Then thee'll see what will happen!"
As I have remarked, the Quaker project was not
always successful. But for once popular opinion
is quite right—the Quaker face, particularly the
Quaker woman’s face, was transfused with peace.
Is it not natural? Where could be found “the
world’s sweet inn from pain and wearisome tur
moil,” if not in the older communities of Friends
—communities in which prudence and self-control
kept away poverty; where not only war, but strife
also, and civil and domestic discord, were banned
so expllcity that it was forbidden to decide by ma
jorities at meeting; where rivalry in dress and in
station were restrained as far as fallible human
nature would permit? How could peace fail to be
resident in a society which believed that God was
not in his heaven, but among us, and that as long
as one lived without affectation, did the daily task,
kept the heart tender and the body pure, all was
right with the world?—Henry Seidel Canby, in the
Century Magazine.
Explained.
Ascum—Tell me, which is proper? Would you
aay, ‘‘lt is possible for two to live on ?10 a week”
or “on $lO weekly?"
Wise—Well, I’d say: "It Is possible for two to
live on ?10 a week weakly.”—Catholic Standard
and Times.
Warning Off.
Impecunious Nobleman—Sir, I understand you
have a peerless daughter.
Old Moneybags—Yes, and you might as well un
derstand first as last, that she is going to stay
peerless as far as you fortune hunters are con
cerned.
' A Roland for An Oliver.
"Mr. Stint, I want to marry your daughter.”
“Would you promise me, sir, to support her
in the way to which she has been accus
tomed?”
"Oh, no, sir. I wouldn’t be that mean to her.”
POULTRf
INCUBATOR CROWDS OUT HEN
Poultrymen Who Are In the Business
Commercially Cannot Get Along
Without Machines.
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(By R. HARRIS.)
Where not many years ago nine out
of ten farms had never heard of an in
cubator, today the word is passing
from farm to farm that the profits are
larger, the work less onerous, the
hatches more sure, and the hens are
taking fewer holidays—laying more
eggs. Not all on account of the incu
bators, but primarily on account of
the incubator, and secondarily on ac
count of the large amount of book
knowledge distributed with it.
The fanner’s wife is doing her share
in the profit making. She always has
done it, but now she is getting recog
nition as a partner in the business.
This is having—it has had—its ef
fect, and the result is, farmers are now
posted on poultry profits. They will
continue to be posted, and those who
have been operating incubators will
go back to hen incubation only when
they return to the old custom of
treading out the grain with oxen—
only when they are prepared to put
the cream separator on the shelf.
Poultrymen who are in the business
commercially—whose living depends
upon the profits—w'ould as soon think
of threshing the grain with the old
time flail as they would of hatching
chicks or ducklings with hens or
ducks. The thought would be ab
surd. Without the incubator thpy
would have to go out of business.
BROODER AND COOP COMBINED
Device Made From Old Wagon Box,
With Waterproof Roof, Found to
Be Excellent Shelter.
I have used all shapes and sizes of
home-made jug-heated brooders and
like best the one made from an old
wagon box. Alf holes in sides and floor
were patched up when making it, and
a roof put over one end. This roof is
so put on that it may be raised and
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Brooder and Brood Coop Combined.
lowered, writes Mrs. 0. M. Spencer
of Van, Mo., in the Missouri Valley
Farmer. It is waterproof, but gives
free circulation of air. A partition put
through the box makes the hover
about three feet square, with two
doors for chicks to run in and out. On
damp or cold days and every night’a
lantern is kept burning in the hover,
which has a cloth hanging from the
top that bags down onto the backs of
chicks. The light does not annoy
them. Indeed chicks always seem to
prefer to huddle in a cold light place
rather than a warm dark one. The
t rest of the wagon box is covered with
1 poultry netting to keep out the other
chickens. On rainy days it is well to
• spread a canvas over the netting.
I Keep the young chick dry by all
’ means, and keep his crop full. A
chiok fed all he wants from the time
1 be is 36 hours old will never overeat
On cold or stormy days I feed and
water the chicks in the run and shut
them back in the hover till they get
restless, then feed and water again.
HANDY FOUNTAIN FOR CHICKS
Mason Jar With Nick in Mouth,
Turned Upside Down, Is Sanitary
and Easy to Operate.
I am illustrating a very simple
chick fountain that can be made up
for a few cents, and which is simple
to operate and perfectly sanitary,
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A Handy Chick Fountain,
writes J. D. Alexander in the Farm
and Orchard. We use a quart Mason
• jar with a nick in the mouth, turned
upside down. ~
MACON, DUBLIN AND, SAVANNAH
RAILROAD COMPANY
J^OCAL TIME TABLE
/ Effective July 2, 1911.
No.lß N 0.20 Stations^ N 0.19 Nol7
A.M. P.M. Lv. Ar. A.M. P.M;
-7719 8-25 Macon 11715 4739
7:22 3:87 Swiftcreek 11:03 4:20
7:30 3:45 Drybranch 10:55 4:12
7:34 3:49 Atlantic 10:51 4:09
7:38 3:53 Pike’s Peak 10:48 4:0«
7:45 4:00 Fitzpatrick 10:42 4:00
7:50 4:04 Ripley 10:37 3:53
8:00 4:14 Jeff’sonville 10:27 3:42
8:10 4:23 Gallemore 10:15 3:30
8:20 4:33 Danvilel 10:07 3:22
8:25 4:38 Allentown 10:02 3:17
8:34 4:47 Montrose 9:53 3:08
8:44 4:57 Dudley 9:42 2:58
8:50 5:03 Shewmake 9:36 2:52
8:55 5:09 Moore 9:29 2:45
9:10 5:25 ar lv 9:15 2:30
Dublin
9:15 5:30 lv ar 9:10 2:25
• 9:17 5:32 SouMD&SJct 9:QB 2:23
9:21 5:36 NorMD&SJct 9:04 2:19
9:31 5:45 Catlin 8:54 2:09
9:40 5:54 Mlntor 8:47 2:01
9:50 6:05 Rockledge 8:36 1:50
9:55 6:10 Orland 8:31 1:45
10:08 6:23 Soporton 8:19 1:33
10:19 6:34 Tarrytown 8:07 1:21
10:26 6:41 Kibbee 8:00 1:15
10:40 6:55 Vidalia 7:45 1:00
CONNECTIONS.
At Dublin with the Wrightsville and
Tennille and the Dublin and South
western for Eastman and Tennille
and intermediate points.
At Macon iwth Southern railway
from and to Cincinnati, Chattanooga,
Rome, Birmingham, Atlanta and in
termediate points. Also the Central
of Georgia, G., S. & F. railway, Ma,
son and Birmingham railway and the
Georgia railroad.
At Rockledge with the Millen and
Southwestern for Wadley and inter
mediate points.
At Vidalia with the Seaboard Air
Line for Savannah and intermediate
points, and with the Millen and South
western for Millen, Stillmore and In
termediate points.
J. A. STREYER, G. P. A.,
Macon, Ga.
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