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Atlanta Constitution.
In discussing the posibility of
the cotton area, The New York
Commercial says that “it consists
of about 250,000,000 acres. One-
tenth was devoted to cotton culti
vation in 1900. That is, one acre
in every ten was under cotton cul
tivation last year. This may raise
the qestion as to the limit in the
matter of acreage that can be giv
en to such an agiicultural occupa
tion as the growing of cotton.
This one-tenth, or 25,000,000
acres , of the area is capable of pro
ducing, under present methods, a'
crop of 12,000,000 bales. Should
the cultivation be on the inten
sive order, this area might be
made to produce perhaps 15,000,-
000 bales. It would seem that
should a yield of 20,000,000 bales
of cotton in the southern states
be reached, it would be the limit
of cotton cultivation in the Unit
ed States, and there are a number
of factors to be taken into consid
eration in order to produce and
gather a crop of this size.”
This estimate of acreage is en
tirely misleading in that immense
areas embraced are altogether un
suited for cotton culture, and
others areas are more profitably
given up to rival crops. There
will always be an industrial rival
ry for the ground, in which cotton
will be kept within limited bounds.
A Lons Separation.
"Home again at last, darling.”
“John, dearest, you don’t look a day
older.”
“I must. Centuries can’t roll over a
man’s head without leaving traces.”
“It was ages and ages, wasn’t It?
And, oh, John, how lonesome I have
been!”
“You poor little wifey! If ever I
have to go away again, you shall go
with me. But you’re more beautiful
than ever, sweet one. What have you
been doing with yourself all the time
I was away?”
“Thinking of you, darling, and long
ing and longing for you to come home.”
“If that is the secret of beauty, I
ought to have grown a perfect Adonis.
And you’re sure you recognized me
straight off without thinking at least
o. minute?”
“Of course, you old dear. Do you
Suppose I could*ever forget you?”
“Good gracious! • It doesn’t seem pos
sible that I’ve been away only since
the day before yesterday, does it,
•sweetheart?”
“Not a bit more, husband mine, than
that we have actually been married a
whole month tomorrow.”—Pearson’s
Weekly.
at the Club.
ay,” said T. Willie Rock-
>wn-Jones asks me down
from Saturday to Monday. Want to
go and I go. Haven’t seen B.-J. for
months; not since he got married to
money. Poor old chap.” T. Willie
He Jokes No More.
“Jake,” Inquired one of the younger
of the knights of the road of an old
drummer, “what made you lame?”
“Overexertion at practical joking.’
“Tell that to the lambs.”
“That’s dead right, sonny. Cracked
sighed and took another observation in ! one too many, and it left me lame for
his glass.
“Find B.-J. looking welL Seems a
bit nervous, though. You know his
florid style. Scatters your wits and
keeps you from thinking. Mrs. B.-J.—:
well, I can’t help seeing she bites her
lips a lot. Squally sign. Thinks I.
T. Willie, little old New York is good
enough for you. You were in a better
place there. Nothing happens though—
not yet—and I begin to forget. Nice
country place. Dinner, billiards and.
the downy. Then it’s Sunday. Morn
ing goes. Afternoon comes. B.-J.
sends for the horses. Begins to crack
on a bit as we stand in the window
watching the brutes come up the drive.
Been talking quite tall all day about
life. .Ask any of the old boys. That
game of cinche came in when I was
traveling to what were then the new
silver?_ mining districts in Coloradov
You call it pedro in this state, I guess.
“Well, 1 had a reputation for joking
those days—sort of an advertisement,
you know. There was a good deal of
shouting and shooting through'the ceil
ing that night, but everybody was good
natured and jolly until five hands were
played without a pedro being caught.
The bidders did nothing but go in the
hole and were getting uglier every
deal.
“At . last I could contain myself no
longer, and announced with an up
roarious laugh that I had abstracted
‘his place’ and ‘his plans.’ Mrs, B.-J. j the five spots. The general storekeep-
biting her lips all the time. Now he
lets on about ‘his’ quadrupeds. Trans
parent bluff. What do I care? I like
to see a man happy. B.-J. prattling
along. Mrs. B.-J. bites her lips some
more. Out we go to the vehicle. ‘Like
to let you drive, old man.’, says mine
host. ‘Know you’re A1 with the rib
bons, but 1 always think my horses
like my hand best.’ Storm breaks.
‘“My horses!’ says my lady, screamy
ing out the first word.
“B.-J. turns pale. Then he straight
ens up.
“ ‘Yes, your horses,’ he says. ‘You
own them. You own this place and
all that goes with it. You own me.
Will you assist Mrs. Brown-Jones,
Willie?’”
T. Willie Rockingham shuddered.
“Marry money?” he gulped out. “Ex
cuse me. I’d rather work.”—New York
Sun.
er was a friend of mine and promptly
threw me from the second story win
dow. But they are great Wing shots
out there, and tvro of them got me.
You’ll. notice that the lobe of my left
ear is gone. The other bullet was ex
tracted from my leg under the super
vision of the vigilance committee. I
have been an ex-joker ever since.”—
Detroit Free Press.
Scotcli Medicine.
A stranger came to a provincial
Scotch town one day. He looked some
what of an invalid, and he asked one
of the inhabitants to direct him to the
chemist’s shop.
“The what, sir?”
“The chemist’s shop.”
“Aye, an what kin’ o’ shop’s that,
ma?”
“Why, the place where you can buy
medicine.”
“Eh, sir. we’ve nae sic shop as* that
here.”
“No? What do you do, then, when
may one falls ill? Do you take no medi
cine?”
< “Deed, no; not a drap. We’ve just
whisky for the folk an tar for the
sheep, an that’s a’ the fessick we deal
in.”—London Answers.
to
It. Was Strictly Modern,
“She has received a strictly up
date education, yOu say?”
“Well, rather. | She hasn’t a bit of
practical knowledge about household
affairs, but. she has more theories than
you could get in a book, and she can
stalk about parliamentary law In a way
that will make her shine in any wo
man’s dub you can pick out.”—Chicago
JPost.
A Contrast In Coolta.
In an article contributed to a London
paper John Strange Winter, who has
been living for many months past in
Dieppe, compares the French to the
English cook, rather to the detriment
of the latter. “In the French kitchen,”
she says, “there is no waste. It would
seem that the French mind does not
run to waste or revel in it as the lower
class English mind invariably does.” 5
The French cook will not only do a
bit of the housework, but she will do it
cheerfully and as a matter of course.
“You cannot buy your French cook too
many pans, and her soul loves copper
in her kitchen. Certainly an English
cook would grumble if she was expect
ed to keep a kitchen full of copper pans
bright and clean, but a French one has
them in a condition akin to burnished
gold. Her pride is gratified if her
kitchen walls are hung with these or
naments, and even if she does the
greater part of her small cooking in
little enameled pans she will daily rub
up the copper ones which hang on the
wall.”
Couldn’t Imagine.
Uncle Si. from Upcreek, had just left
an aching molar at the dentist’s and
stopped at a lunch counter for a sooth
ing beverage.
“Gimme a cup of cawfee,” he said,
sitting down on the first vacant stool.
“Draw one!” called out the girl be
hind the counter;
“That’s what he did!” responded Un
cle Si, with a delightful grin. “How’d
you know it?”—Chicago Tribune.
Literary Note.
She was a bright girl at Mount Hol
yoke college. It happened that day
that they had hash for supper and
meat balls the next morning for break
fast. “Yes,” she said as she glanced at
the table; “Review of Reviews this
morning.”—Boston Journal.
She Guessed It.
He was descanting with vigor on the
exceptional quality of the dinners that
are served at one of the fashionable
clubs of Brooklyn at a very low figure
for a first class meal on Mondays,
Tuesdays and Thursdays. Equally
toothsome luncheons could, be had on
other days of the week, but dinners in
course only on those days.
“And why on only those three days?”
queried the New Yorker, to whom the
delights of life in Brooklyn were being
rehearsed.
“Wash day, ironing day and the girl’s
day out,” quickly responded one of the
ladies of the party. “That’s no sort of
a conundrum to a woman who has ever
had the care of a house. Better try a
harder one next time unless you hap
pen to be in a stag party.”—New York
Times.
The world is patiently waiting the
advent of the man who can explain
why a baby never wants to play in the
coal scuttle until after it has been
dressed for company.—Omaha World-
Herald. \
You will never know what it is to be
sick and tired of good advice until you
have run a newspaper 20 or 30 years,—
Atchison Globe. ‘
For Infants and Children.
Ths Kind You Have Always
Bears the
Signature of
His College Days.
“Mike,” said Plodding Pete, “do you
"t’ink it does a man much good to go
troo college?”
“Not much.” replied Meandering
Alike. “I went troo a college once,
an all I got was two dictionaries an a
suit of football clothes. De swag wasn’t
worf de risk.”—Washington Star.
It has been found that a dozen Portu
guese oysters contain about six grains
of phosphoric acid. French oysters
have about four grains per dozen.
It is human nature to deride what we
cannot possess, to deny what we can
not understand and to insult those we
envy.—Chicago News. . .-Q ...
You Know Wliat You Are Taking
When you take Grove’s Taste
less Chill Toiiic because the for
mula is plainly printed on every
bottle showing that, it is simply
Iron and Quinine in a tasteless
form. No cure, no pay. Price 50c
Subscribe.for the Home Journal.
“All Fish.”
Mrs. Thurlow says that Cardinal
Wiseman went to dine with some,
friends of hers. . It was Friday, but
they had quite forgotten to provide a
fast day dinner. However, he was
quite equal to the occasion, for he
stretched out his hands in benediction
over the table, and said, “I pronounce
all this to be fish,” and forthwith en
joyed all the good things heartily.—
“The Story of My Life,” by Augustus
J. C. Hare.
Misunderstood.
Uncle Reuben—I jes com’ t’ town f
git a couple o’ sideboards -an tho’t I’d
drap in t’ see you.
City Niece—Why, Uncle Reuben, what
do yon expect to do with two side
boards in your house?
Uncle Reuben—Say, Pm talkin about
my farm wagon. What air you talkin
about?—Columbus State Journal.
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FOR WINTER WEAR.
High-Cut, heavy top sole Lace Shoes, good as a
boot. For Men, $2.50 to $8.00.
For Ladies, Peb. Grain Button, C.S. toe, $1.50.
Children’s School Shoes,
Glove Calf, Button,
$1 to $1.50.
Felt Slippers are very comfortahle.
For Men and Ladies.
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