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Degenerate Immigran
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By Adolph Oppenheimer.
:0..m. ISCUSSION of the question of res%rlctlng immigration is idle
hecause immigration has been so large a factor in our won
derful erowth and development. Restriction would be most
decidedly against the policy and welfare of our country.
There i 8 room here for many millions of additional immi
oo Frants, and with even an undiminished ratio of growth it
may be centuries before it would be wise to put up the bars.
§M§ Nevertheless, without the slightest .reflection upon the
immigrants from any particular country, it may be said that
many crimes of personal violence are traceable to residents of foreign birtn.
Why, not, then, amend our immigration laws with the aim of checking and ae
creasing this condition?
Our present laws debar those who have too little money or health. The
moral character, pergonal history and antecedents of the individual immigrant
can certainly not be investigated after he has once reached our shores, but
how about some system of inquiry before he sails? )
Could not the United States frame laws requiring all desiring to immi
grate to our country so produce written or other satisfactory evidence from
reliable sourceg in their native country that they possess good moral charac
ter and have respectable antecedents? \
Such a law would tend to exclude the good for nothing, the vagabond and
the criminal, all of whom under existing laws seem to qualify for admission
withaeut difficulty, Clearly, no foreign country eould successfully question our
right to exclude undesirable persons, The fact that we appear to have quite
a number of them, snggests the thought that they are dumped upon our shores
with the exclamation: “Good riddance to bad rubbish.”
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Have Women Too Much $
Church Influence? ;
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N By the Rev. Dr. Fletcher L. Wharton, Pastor of
Q’w Smithfield M. E. Church, Pittsburg.
bbbl AM tired of a female Christianity. Women have done their
’ part nobly in the church according to their lights. Their
I ) ideal is to alleviate suffering and to kill vice and intemper
ance, and into this they have thrown all their zeal. In do
ing it they have given the church a one-sided ideal, and it is
ufl*m the duty of men to bring it back to its normal balance, The
*J:‘;zn ideal of men is justice and order, but they have not chosen
g the church as their agent to work it out. If the men of the
church were to unite in creating a public cpinicn against any
kind of injustice they would place a most powerful weapon in the hands of
their elected officers, and many of the age-old iniquities would be “speedily
wiped out. There are double dealers, robbers of the public, -and the worst
kind of knaves walking the streets and being received into polite society, who
are enabled to do-it simply because there does not cowe from the church a
sufficiently strong body of sentiment that would make tham shrink from its
frown. This comes of the indifference of the men in the .churcn. Women
take hold and thrust their ideals upon the preachers, They work for charity
and against intemperance and the social evil, and do their part well. But the
men, who should use the church to establish a high ideul and to create a body
of geggmeng against all kinds of dnjustice and public knaveryy are «standing.
“apart. They despise the drunkard because a body of shame has been placed
upon him by a feminized church, but they give the hand of fellowship to the
man who is a thousand times worse than the drunkard-—the corruptionist and
the business fraud, ‘
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Fi ers Must Go to
Financiers Must Go to the
Farmers for Money
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By James Wilson, Secretary of Agriculture. ?
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1 AST year the farm products of this country were worth
$6,500,000,000, This year they will be worth from $500,000,-
l 000 to $1,000,000,000 more, It is not possible to give the
exact sum, but that the value of the crops will be greater
===l this year I have no doubt. What other element of our popula
tion produces as muach as this?
I have often told capitalists that if they would make
=2 | their railroad and other securities as safe as government
bonds they would have no trouble in borrowing money. The
recent exposures of the methods of juggling with railroad securities and all
that sort of thing have made people doubtful about where to lend their
money. The man who takes proper steps will not have difficulty in raising
money.
The country bank is close to the farmer. His money is deposited there,
and he receives Interest on it in ironclad securities. The bank holds the
paper, but it is virtually in the hands of the farmer himself.
With the increase in the demand for Western and Southern money the
details will be perfected and the transactions will be made more and more
directly with the farmer. This producer of the real wealth of the country
is coming to be more of a financier than it was ever thought he would, and
the end is not yet,
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AR BAIIR S 8 W iI4O o~
By Ray Morris.
#BB TOW far the present tendency towards socialistic corporation
ey cONtrol will go in this country, no man can tell. lam in
clined to believe that the present flurry of legislative regu:
lation and restriction, while a matter of first-class annoyance
to the railroads, does not, after all, extend very far beneath
the surface. A few years of carefully applied corporate good
e d manners, extending from the president right through the
soveeeoeey Station agent, will do much to smooth over the gources of
popular clamor. Moreover, the most radical-appearing steps
are not necessarily permanent; London has just withdrawn sharply from her
own municipal“socialism™ after g thorough experiment, andthe Chiéago voters
set .themselves against the local municipal street railway ownership before
the Mueller purchase certificates were declared unconstitutional. The
Granger legislation of the seventies was worse than the Jegislation of 1906
and 1907, but it had a very brief career of harmfulness, and even when we al-
Jow for the worst of all the effects of this indiseriminate state legislation—
the discouragement it offers capital for new development—we must surely be
lleve that those who see permanent trouble in store for the railroads are look
ing at the path too close to their feet, forgetful of the immense promise of the
future—~From the Monthly,
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By Frank L. Stanton.
In the storm and the strife, Whgn
lightnings of life =
Had blasted my deepest endeavor,
She crept to my side when the last
hope had died, Y
And whispered: “I love you for
ever!”
And the bitter unrest of a gief
stricken breast e
Saw a star through the black shg.d—
ows living, b #.
Knew a joy from above in phe
strength of that love 5
That is wounded, and yet is ‘
giving! -
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And Sorrow now seems but a phan
tom of dreams, ; %
And Peace shall depart from ‘me
never; o
O'er Life’s Valles of Sighs, see! e
light in the skies!—
For she whispers: “I love you for
ever!” {
—From Uncle Remus’s Magazlg.
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) From his dinner-pail bubbling in
side the fire-door, Ziba Weston, en
- gineer of the felt-mill, poured a cup
of Rio, black and steaming. He %
ped it refleetively, rubbing his ba
forehead with a smutty forefinger, as
he gazed into the shimmer over ghe
coals.
“Not one man in a hundred,” Sag
he, “knows the tremendous pow
bottled up in an ordinary boiler. In
one way it’'s mecre dangerous than
powder; for ‘that needs something io
set it off, while steam stands always
ready to take advantage of any weak
ness, i
“Int the early fall of 1883 I was en
gineer at a corn-cannery in a small
central Maine town. My fireman was
Joe Soceabasin, a half-Indian, who
had come to the place to pitch on the
local nine, and had been stranded
there when the team went to pieces.
Joe was green at firing, but streng
and quick; he soon learned to handle
a coal ghovel as well as he did ai
baseball bat.
“The fireroom was in one end of
the factory, and the boiler-shed ran
out behind it at right angles. The’
stairs to the second story were out-|
side. To reach the top the workers
had to pass right over the fire-room.
“I can see those rusty boilers now,
two twenty-foot lecomotive shells, dld
‘nineteen hundreds, with safefy
valyes topping Ssteam-letnes. PR
teen years on the railroad and five in
the factory had left them in nad
shape.
“The most popular man ahout the
shop was a red-faced sealer weighing
over two hundred pounds. His name
was Duchesney, but ovaryhidy called
him ‘Uncle Duke.” Tl've never seen a
smarter man with a soldering-iron;
and all the time he was working, his
tongue went as fast as his hands. It
was a dull ten minutes that he didn't
raise a laugh at somebody else’s ex
pense. Uncle Duke soon discoverad
that Joe knew more about in-shootgl
than he did about boilers; also that
he had a great dread of explosions.
Here was a good chance for a practi
cal joke. One morning he sealed up
an empty tin, and threw it into thel
fire box when the Indian wasn’t look- |
ing. Soon the hot air in the can blew l‘
out one end. Joe was badly frighten
ed. He dropped his shovel and ran
out, shouting: |
“‘The boiler's burst! The boiler's
burst!’ ; ‘
“It took me some time to get him |
near the fire again. Uncle Duke did
not let him forget it. Now and then,
as he passed the door, he'd stick his
head in and chuckle:
“‘Boiler hasn't bust this morning,
hasg it?
“Joe’s black eyes would snap, pbut
he'd keep on shoveling coal.
“The second Monday in September
1 sprained my ankle, and had to turn
the plant over to my fireman for two
or three days. I worried some as I
lay in my boarding-house, but mat
ters seemed to go on all right.
“Thursday mcrning my ankle was
better, so I hobbled down to the shop
to see how Joe was getting along.
Under the husking-sheds a lively
crowd, men, women and children.
were stripping the big piles of ears
stacked up by the farmers’ wagons. In
side the building both floors were
running at full blast. It was the busi
est day of the season; there wera
more than a hundred people about.
the plant.
“Joe was hustling back and forth
between the boilers and the engine,
as if he was running bases. I peep
ed at ‘the gages; the needles were
teetering between ninety and ninety
five. The old boilers were pretty near
their limit, for I had the safety-valves
set to blow off at a hundred. We had
to run well up to that to get power
enough for the factory.
“I stepped into the engineroom.
In the bend of the pipe from the
boiler was a ‘bleeder’ to carry off the
condensation. Out of this wavered
the blue, dry steam, hissing shrilly.
“On I passed into the factory, whers
six big square steam ‘cookers’ were
sizzling. Every minute I expected to
hear the boiler blow off with a roar:
for with that fire the pressure must
soon reach a hundred. But I listened
lin vain. At last I went up ‘to the
| second story, where fifteen or twenty
| mep and boys were soldering cans
| Uncle Duke’s bench was near a win
-1 dow at the farther end. |
“The room was full of fun. Uncle
!Duke had appeared that morning in
'a new pair of trousers striped black
and white. Everybody was joking
' him, and he was giving back a little
i better than he got.
l “I looked down from a rear window
lon the flat gravel roof of the boiler
'shed. In the middle was a sag more
lthan a foot deep. A rafter had evi
| dently given way. Suddenly I felt
{weak and shaky; that hollow must
‘be pretty nearly over the safety
valves! What if the roof was holding
them down so that the boilers could
now blow off! .
“It wouldn’'t do to start a panic
among the workers. My first duty
{waa to see that the steam didn't get
above a hundred.
“No man with so bad a sprain ever
made quicker time down a flight of |
stairs. I danced into the boiler-room; |
the gage-needles stood at one hun-l
dred and five!
“Leaning a short ladder against
{one boiler, I climbed the rounds, un
' til I could see over its top. A rafter
hay directly across the safety-valves;
ithey wouldn’t have blown off at a
thousand pounds!
' “Perhaps my knees didn’t wabble
as I backed down that ladder, yelling |
for Joe! In he ran from the engine- I
room. |
» “ “Haul your fires, quick!’ I shouted, !
lpointing to the gages. He gave one|
|lcok, and his copper face turned a |
| mottled gray. He jumped for the
| lever which turns the grate over and
i pulled it toward him. The two-foot
lbed of hot coalg clattered into the
ash-pan.
“I hurried out through the engine
room. Everybody must get away
from the factory at once. I shouted
at the top of my lungs:
““The boiler may burst any min
ute! Out of this for your lives!
‘ “You can believe there was a stam
pede. The workers dropped every
}tbing, and scuttled from the shop and
lsheds, some so badly frightened that
they screamed, others so much worse
’frlghtened that they couldn’t.
~ “I limped back into the boiler-room.
Boys and men in the second story
were rushing helter-skelter for the
stairs. Crack! went a floor board.
For a minute I thought the whole
crowd was coming through on our
heads. Then I'heard them shuffliing
down the steps outside.
“Just as I thought that all were out
1 heard heavy feet running above. Un
cle Duke had at first thought of jump
ing from&2 window, but had changed
his mind on ‘seeing the way to the
stairs clear at last. He came on the
jump, landed on the cracked board,
and smashed through. The floor
_'g.uxht him under the armpits, and
there he hung, kicking and yelling:
- “‘O bbys, get me out! Take me
down before the boiler busts!’
"“If it hadn’t been for him, Joe and
I would have run that minute, for we
held our lives in our hands. But we
couldn’t leave him hanging there
helpless, so we began to rake out the
fires on the bricks. I had forgotten
all about my sprained ankle.
“The ceiling was ten feet high, and
Uncle Duke dangled right over the
hearth, hig heels on a level with our
heads. We worked like beavers, dodg
ing his kicking legs, and paying no
,attention to his yells for help. It
‘would have taken several minutes to
‘extricate him, and by that time prob
ably either the boilers would have
iburst\ or the danger would be over.
. “The needleg climbed—one hundred
‘and six—seven—eight—would they
never stop! A boiler, like a chain,
is no stronger than its weakest spot,
and at any second some rusted plate
might give way. All this time Uncle
Duke was yelling the bluest kind of
murder, and kicking his striped legs
back and forth.
“We hoed out the ash-pans until the
hearth was piled with glowing coals.
The heat and gas came up round Un
¢le Duke, frightening him half out of
his wits. He began to kick and yell
worse than ever:
“‘Help! Murder! Help! I'm roast
ing to death!’
*“‘Keep quiet, Unale Duke, keep
quiet!” I shouted. ‘We’ll get you
down in a little while.
. “But that didn’t comfort him. The
embers were too hot. ‘No, no!’ he
screamed. ‘Don’t wait! I'm afire al
ready. I'll be burned to a crisp In
five minutes!’
“It was no use trying to console
him; so I gave it up. By this time
we had the ash-pans'clear. We grab
bed shovels, and began to caryy the
coals out into the yard. I looked at
one of ‘the gages; it had droppei to a
hundred and seven! The Dboilers
were beginning to cool off. But the
danger was by no means over.
_“As Joe backed away from the
hearth with a heaping shovel, one
of Uncle Duke's shoes caught him un
der the ear just hard enough to stir
‘his temper and spill the coals over
the wood floor. We had a lively Jdme
getting them off the dry boards.
- “Joe’s head was twinging from the
kick, and the Indian in hir; flared up.
He slapped Uncle Duke two or three
times with the flat of his shovel.
. “‘P’raps you like to put ‘nother
tin in the fire-box now,’ said he. Then
he dropped his shovel and started for
the, door.
| “Joe! Joe!' I cried; but he would
not stop.
. “l 1 began to work harder than ever,
Only a small heap of embers was
left, when suddenly the flames burst
‘out through a crack in the flour. One
of the red-hot coals had started a fire
under the building. :
“The old shop was dry as tinder. I
could never put that fire out alone
’Uncle Duke would surely be burned
to death, for he was wedged so tight
ily that the factory would be blazing
' before I could cut him clear with my
pocket knife. What should I do? 1
lfelt angry and bitter against Joe for
deserting me just when I needed him
most.
' “A figure darkened the door. Joe
'haxl come back. In his hand was a
~chisel. He had not intended to aban
!don Uncle Duke, but had simply gone
’after something to cut away the floor
to get him down. He was a ‘white’
Indian.
’ “Together we fought out the fire.
‘Soon the coals were all in the yard,
‘and the gizes began to drop rapidly.
‘We went up-stairs, cut through the
‘boards, and freed Uncle Duke. Then
‘the three of us made tracks for the
road.
“It was half an hour before I came
back. By that time the gages stood
below fifty, and all danger was over.”
—From Youth’s Companion.
State History Traced in Giant Oak.
One of the stately old post caks
on the campus of the University of
Georgia has beenr cut down. It is
commented on that these post oaks
are probably the largest of the kind
in the State.
Chancellor Barrow and Prof. Ak
erman, of the departmeni of forestry
in the university, counted the rings
from the bark to the centre of the
tree in order to find the age of the
tree. Two hundred and ten years
in rings were counted, and still a
certain distance remained to the cen
tre that could not be counted. It is
believed that the tree was a least
250 years old.
At the ring on the tree ~orrespond
ing to a little more than 100 yvears ago
it was found that a space bhetween
the rings existed that was fully three
times as wide as the others. The
reason for this was at once apparent.
It corresponded toc the time whea the
University of Georgia was establish
ed and the forest cleared out in the
neighborhood of the old tree. This
caused an abnormal growth that year,
and consequently the ring was much
larger than the others.
The year in which Oglethorpe iand
ed could be pointed out on the tree.
At that time the old cak was a large
tree, although that was more than
170 years ago.—Athens correspond
ence Atlanta Constitution.
Putting Men to Death, :
A correspondent is desirous to
know which is the most common, form
employed in the carrying out of the
death sentence. The probability is
that most people, if asked, would at
once say the gallows, yet this is far
from being the case. 4
' The uwhte.mode'apmw,m be
the guillotine, which is employed pub
licly in France, Belgium, Denmark,
Hanover and two cantons of Switzer
land; and privately in Bavaria, Sax
ony and also in two cantons of Switz
erland.
The cheery gallows come-next in
the running, and is favored publicly
in Austria, Portugal and Russia, and
privately in Great Britain and the
United States of America.
Death by the sword obtains in fif
teen cantons in Switzerland, in China
and Russia publicly, and in Prussia
privately. Ecuador, Oldenburg and
Russia have adopted the musket, ali
publicly, while in China they have
strangulation by cord, and in Spain
the garrote, both public; and in
Brunswick death by the ax and by
the electric chair in New York.
In Italy there is no capital punish.
ment.—London Chronicle.
Bank of England Jockey.
Hardly any living or dead jockey
has enjoved so many nicknames as
John Osberne, still hale and hearty,
whose stanch rectitude during a
forty<fix year career on the race
track won for him one mame—“The
Bank of England Jockey.”
~ Although getting on toward eighty,
he continues to ride to hounds and
to take an active part in trials on
Middleham Moor, while never a north
ern meeting passes without his per
sonal attention. John Osborne’s di
minutives also include “The Pusher”
and “Mr. John.” He got his “Push
er” name for his curious manner of
race riding—the push and screw
style. Fred Archer, who was always
called “The Timman”—the reasen is
obvicus, for he won so much money
for his retainers and followers—once
called Osborne “The Old Push and
Serew Merchant.” -
Bven “The Demon” another of Ar
cher’s pet names, once paid the pen
alty to Osborne in a race of this
sort, for the Yorkshireman rushed
him right on the post.—Baily’s Maga
zine.
Taking Things Easy.
The stranger paused as he came
upon two tramps of the weary order
basking in the sunshine and waiting
patiently for something to turn up,
“We are hungry, mister,” yawned
Tired Tim, :
~ “Then why don’t you go and beg at
‘the nearest farmhouse?” asked the
| stranger.
~ “We're so very tired, mister, that
)nelmer of us will volunteer, so we
are goin' to shake dice to see who
must perform the painful duty.”
“Well, what's in the delay?”
“Well, boss, we are waiting for
an earthquake to come along and
shake the dice box."—Tit-Bits ™~
A Paris insurance company refuses
risks on men who dyve their hair. -
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Stimulated by the measure of suc
cess attained by Zeppelin in Germany,
and the army and private experiment
ers in England and France with di
rigible balloons, a German electric firm
in Berlin announces its readiness to
construct airships for military uses
for any nation that applies.
Barring the Arctic and tropical, both
Europe and the United States (which
‘are #®out the same in area) can show all
climates. It is true that the climate
‘of France is finer, in certain respects,
than that of some parts of ‘ze United
States, but it is no finer than that of
Virginia and the Carolinas. Upon the
whole the climate of the United States
is equal to, if not superior to, that of
Europe.
Ventilation through iron columns is
an interesting feature of a mill at Pres
ton, England. Air is drawn in at
ground level, forced by fans through
a water spray, heated by coils in the
usual way, and then distributed from
sub-ducts below the basement level to
the different rooms, the iron columns
having registers near their tops. Flues
in the walls provide for the escape of
air from these rooms.
For an oxperiment, once in the Eng
lish town of Manchester a skilled spin
ner spun a pound of Sea Island cot
ton into a singzle thread one thousand
miles long. Then for another experi
ment he took another pound of cotton
and spun it into as many hanks as he
could get. He got ten thousand hanks
in all, and the yarn in each measured
840 yards. Thus, out of a pound of
cotton 4770 miles of yarn was pro
duced. This yarn, though, was too fine
to be of any practical utility.
Mars possesses about one-half the
earth’s diameter and one-seventh fts
volume. It is some 140,000,000 miles
from the sun, and consequently at a
mean distance of nearly fifty million
miles from wus. It receives less than
one-half the sunlight and heat the
square foot than we do; has an at
mosphere less dense than ours, and
possesses water and ice. The planet
exhibits two ice eaps at its poles the
orange dnd greenish tints between
these poles. Those peculiar lines of
markings—the “canals” concerning
which there has arisen much discus
sion, form a sort of faint, inexplicable
network over the surface of ruddy
Mars.
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Color agriculture is the latest. Ca
mille Fiammarion put seedlings of the
sensitive plant into four different
houses—an ordinary conservatory, a
blue house, an orvdinary greenhouse and
a red house. After a few months wait
ing he found the little plants in the
blue house practically just as he had
put them in. They seemingly have
fallen asleep and remained unchanged.
In the green glass house they had
grown more than in the ordinary glass
house, but they were weedy and poor.
In the red house the seedlings bhad be
come positive giants, well nourished
and well developed, fifteen times as
big as tks normal plant. In the red
light the piants had become hyper-sen
sitive. It was found that the blue
light retards the processes of decay as
well as those of growth.
HEREDITY. :
In Its Connection with Plant Life.
The general principles of heredity
formulated by Mendel give much
promise in the way of crop improve
ment through more systematic meth
ods of breeding. It is believed by
many biologists that Mendel’s law of
fers in part a solution to somec of the
perplexing problems in plant and ani
mal improvement. It is too early,
however, to predict what benefits can
reasonably be expected from its ap
plication. This law attempts to re
duce to a mathematical basis the
characteristics of the progeny of
plants and animals; a certain percent
age having the individual characteris
tics of each parent and a certain per
centage the blended characteristics of
both parents. It is not too much to
expect that the proposed law with
modifications will do muech to place
the science of plant breeding upon a
rational basis.
In the case of corn careful selection
of seed has resulted in the production
of plants which have a tendency to
produce an additional ear, thereby in
creasing the yield 10 to 25 percent.
Alos ears of larger size and more uni
form character are sccured by breed
ing and selecting the seed corn. One
cos the best examples of the improve
ment of a crop by selection and breed
ing is the sugar beet, which has been
developed from the common stock of
garden beets that contain only a
small amount of saccharine material,
and are unsuitable for the manufae
ture of sugar until high grade beets
containing 16 to 18 percent of sugar
are secured.—Harper’s Monthly,
A Marvel of Surgery.
A marvel of surgery was shown to
the French Academy of Medicne by
Dr. Delair recently. A patient had
lost his chin, part of his lower jaw, his
lip, a portion of his tongue, and his
nose, owing to the position of a gun
which he was firing. An apparatus in
four pieces has been made for him,
which makes all trace of his loss prac
tically invisible. The chin and lower
lip, with a false board on them, are
made of soft Indian rubber, the neces
sary teeth, nose and jaw have been
suppiied, and the patient can himself
remove and replace the apparatus,
which weighs only a trifle more than
an ounce.—iew York Tribune,
