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A SQUEEZED LEMON.
Sec. ^at°l'on oTThe a Full Inves
Greely Expedition.
It is understood at the War Depart
nt in Washington that Secretary Lin
me anticipate what will
coin proposes to
certainly be the action of Congress, by
making a thorough investigation of the
horrors of the Greely Expedition. He
has not yet decided upon what course to
pursue, nor has he even announced that
guch is his intention, but those who
know him best and understand his meth¬
ods say that the Greely business will be
a squeezed lemon before Congress meets,
and that the facts vill all be before the
public in a form that cannot be ques¬
tioned. It is now understood that the
details of the Expedition are more
frightful than was at first imagined. It is
believed that others besides Henry were
shot. Lieutenant Greely was advised
at Portsmouth to tell the whole story at
once, and the friends who gave him this
advice were earnest in the matter. It
was claimed that if the worst were known
now, the excitement would die out and
when the report went before Congress,
the whole truth having been known, the
excitement would be slight; but if a
more horrible story went before Con
gressthan the public had been led to
imagine, the whole disgusting details
of the terribly sad affair would have to
be gone over again. Lieutenant Greely
thought, and still thinks, differently.
He claims that the public has no inter¬
est in the matter and nothing to do with
it. What it learns will be simply that
which it is impossible to keep back.
Secretary Lincoln feels as the friends
of Lieutenant Greely did, that it is best
to have the whole matter over with now,
that it may be forgotten as soon as pos¬
sible. Army officers generally agree
with him.
It has been rumored that some of the
records of the party’s experience at
Cape Sabine have been destroyed or
lost since the rescue, and it is admitted
that the diary of one of the men in
winch the story of cannabalism was de¬
tailed with distressing minuteness has
been lost. One explanation is that it
was thrown overboard by accident from
one of the relief vessels, and another is
that it was burned accidentally, but it is
suspected that its contents were such as
to cause no sorrow at its loss among
those connected with the expedition.
Enough is left, In the way of papers,
notes and diaries to make a most sad
dening and sickening story.
Secretary Lincoln said that the reason
be ordered Sergeants Brainard, Long
and Connell, of the Greely party, to
Portsmouth was that he did not con¬
sider it becoming to an officer ol the
army to exhibit himself in a museum
with the living skeleton and the fat
woman at 10 cents a peep. It is said
that all the enlisted men engaged in the
expedition will be discharged and placed
on the pension roll as soon as the proper
authority for this can be found.
It is claimed that while the men must
not be blamed for sustaining life under
anj circumstances, the fact of their can¬
nibalism will militate against them and
subject them to annoyances if they re¬
main in the army, and it has been
decided that this is the best way out of
the difficulty.
A Wife’s Pathetic Tale.
A Cleveland, Ohio, builder has eloped
leaving his wife and two children be¬
hind. His wife says:—“Three weeks
ago her husband stunned her by pro¬
posing to her that they be divorced, as
he loved another woman and could not
live without her. Although I felt my
heart breaking,” said the lady, “I did
not scold him. I just looked at him.
My little boy—this little baby—knew
that there was something wrong, for he
began to cry and reaching up his little
hands he moaned ‘Oh, papa; oh, papa.’
I should think this would have moved
him. I begged, I eraved of him to for¬
get his horrible infatuation and be him¬
self again. I did all I could to have
him forget her—the wife, the lawful
wedded wife, of a hard-working, honest
and the mother of two babies—
his ft 1 ^ pretty ° f hk little 0Wn ones home and ’ his his repu- wife >
8 ??* ^°> Ml the angels in heaven
could not have changed him. He told
me Tuesday that he was going to Chi¬
cago with this woman; further than that
e would not say. He left that evening
m company with her.”
Haven’t Heard of Any.
The Hon. Crookshank Maxwell pre¬
sented a resolution to the Lime-Kiln
Uub > to the effect that the President be
requested to inform the club in an off.
uaud manner whether any Presidential
ticket bearing the names of colored
people had been placed in the field this
campaign. The resolution being sec
oned by half a dozen members, the
President arose and replied :
So fur as I hev bin able to l’arn, no
; leket of de sort has bin planted. So
*ur as I tin l’am, also, dar in
tenshun am no
of bringin’ ont any sich ticket.
Ize iu no wise disappinted, however. It
will be seb’ral v’ars yit befo’ we shall be
called upon to guv’m dis kentry, an’
iioorkf de interval it will be good policy
to lay low an’ take advantage of
aareumstances dat any
may arise.”
Moral of the Tallapoosa disaster—
Vtry ' er likei undertake 7 you will to run down a schooner.
meet your beer.
The Conyers Weekly.
VOL. VII.
THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER
))>, say, can you see by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s
last gleaming;
iVhose broad stripes and bright stars thro’ the
perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gal¬
lantly streaming;
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting
in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag
was still there.
Oh, say, does the star-spangled banner
yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home
of the brave.
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of
the deep,
Where’s the foe’s haughty host in dread
silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the tower¬
ing steep,
Al it fitfully blows, half conceals, half dis¬
closes?
Sow it catches the gleam of the morning’s first
beam,
la full glory reflected, now shines in the
stream.
’Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh,
long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home
of the brave.
d where is that band who so vauntingly
swore
fhat the havoc of war and the battle’s con¬
fusion,
A. home and a country should leave us no
more?
Their blood has washed out their foul foot¬
steps’ pollution;
No refuge can save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight er the gloom of the
grave;
And the star-spangled banner in
triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home
of the brave.
Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and war’s desola¬
tion ;
Blest with victory and peace, may the
heaven-rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and
preserved us a nation.
hen conquer wc must, when our cause it
is just,
nd this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in
triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the
home of the brave.
AN OLD WOMAN’S TALE.
It is an old tale, the experience of
age striving in vain to temper the enthu¬
siasm of youth. I am a mother now;
and a sedate matron may well sigh to
remember how she loved to think her
old friends splenetic through infirmity,
dearly as she loved them, rather than
abate one atom of the fairy visions
which danced .around her.
And when the arch enchanter, Love,
waved his wand, and bathed earth and
sea and sky in hues of purple and gold,
how cruel seemed the hand, though
stretched in tenderest watchfulness, that
would fain have brought her back to the
sober hues of
In the arrogance of youth, of beauty,
we forget that our kind monitor has
felt as we feel the same fond trust, the
same ecstatic hope, and can say, “I, too,
shepherd, in Arcadia dwelt.”
I have never known the blessed care
of a mother, but her venerable parent
was permitted to watch over our or
phaned childhood. I can now under¬
stand her earnest and prayerful anxiety,
as we grew up to womanhood, and the
time for our settling in life drew near.
lean feel with her now, though in
my inexperience I could not then, for I,
too, have fair girls to guard, whose hap¬
piness here and hereafter is entwined
with my very heartstrings
I remember the day on which my
father told our grandmother of my en¬
gagement to your father, I was then,
my Margaret, yonng and light-hearted
as yourself, and dear grandmamma laid
her withered hand on the curls which
clustered in golden luxuriance, and
tears dropped slowly down her venera¬
ble cheeks.
“Do not grieve, dear grandma; Z
shall not leave you for a long time yet;
and,” I added, pressing her hand in
both of mine, “I shall see yon very
often.” flow, foi
Here my own tears began to
in the engrossment of my new feelings
I had scarcely dwelt on the severing oi
old ties, which my new engagement
would involve.
“It is no selfish grief that thus af
flicts me,” said my beloved monitor. “I
would not cloud your young spirits, nor
dim the hopes which are said to bless
the morning of life and fit us for the
bnrden and heat of the day; but you,
my Grace, remind me of my cherished
daughter Agnes, whose early death you
have often heard me lament. I will now
tell you something of her life, and if it
makes you rejoice with trembling amid
your present happiness, that happiness
will be more likely to endure, From
her infancy I had watched over Agnes
with a more fearful tenderness than any
other of my children. Hers was a char¬
acter strangely made up of quick and
joyous impulse, and deep, unsuspected
CONYERS. ROCKDALE CO., GA„ FRIDAY, OCTOBER 10,1884.
feeling. She seemed altogether with¬
out that cowardice so often attributed
to women as a reproach, but which, in
a world of dangers, often serves her as
well as the cautiousness of wisdom.
Meanness and cunning she scorned, and
the petty artifice so common in both
sexes was never found in her. Her
spirits were high and untamable—some¬
times to wildness; but if unkindly or
harshly rebuked, none so utterly sub¬
dued. Can you wonder, then, that I
watched over Her as if she were some
precious vessel sent out on a sea full of
rocks, quicksands and whirlpools ? I
used often to pray that, be her lot in
life what it might be, she might ever
feel the balm of loving looks and kind
words,’’
“And what was her lot in life, dear
grandmamma, and was she happy? Do
tell me all about her. Was she pretty ?”
“She was not so fair as her sister
Grace,” continued grandmamma; “but
there was a variety in the play of her
features, and a playfulness of manner,
which made her generally admired. At
the age of eighteen her hand was asked
in marriage by a yonng merchant, Ar¬
thur Walforth, and before I was aware
of her danger her heart was his. I say
danger, because she was too young to
encounter the cares of married life, and
the uncertainties of trade press heavily
on the wife of a merchant. She suffers
from the variation of her husband’s spir¬
its, and she is a highly favored woman
if his temper, too, do not suffer; and my
Agnes’ tender yet high spirit was, I
knew, ill-fitted for such trials. Arthur
was an intelligent young man, of high
character, and most honorable in all his
dealings. It was, however, his misfor¬
tune to have for a mother a weak and ir¬
ritable woman, whom prosperity had not
improved. She was surrounded with
blessings but was constantly complain¬
ing, and as her education had not
strengthened her mind, nor a watchful
self-denial improved her heart, she was
likely to impress upon her sod’s mind a
very low opinion of all women. I, my
dear Grace, was honored by my husband
with his entire confidence, and I tried to
return his trust by being indeed a help¬
mate for him. If a woman does not know
the state of her husband’s affairs she is
defrauded of what is justly her due—the
privilege of advising with him and of
uniting with him in his efforts to do just¬
ly to all men. About a year after Agnes’
marriage the crisis occurred in the com¬
mercial world which laid many lofty
houses low. I often surprised Agnes in
tears, but she said nothing to me; and I
have always made it a principle not to
inquire into family secrets. 1 have seen
so much evil from the well-meaning but
ill-judged reluctance which many a
mother feels to give up to her daugh¬
ter’s husband, in good faith and sinceri¬
ty, the secrets of that daughter’s heart.
But one day my Agnes came to my
house and rushed upstairs to my bed
room. I followed her and secured the
door; and I was then grieved to hear her
robbing bitterly and in an agony of
sorrow.
“ ‘Can I give you any comfort or ad¬
vice, my darling ? Confide in your
mother, and perhaps I may be able to
console you.
“ ‘Oh! my husband, my husband!
He has used me cruelly; he has not
been open with me; he might have told
me the state of his affairs. I am not a
child. I could bear poverty. I conld
live anywhere, and labor for him, as
many are obliged to do; but this crue’
reserve—oh, it will kill me ?’
“ ‘Agnes, my child,’ I answered, ‘now’s
your time of trial. You know where to
look for strength; and oh, beware of a
rebellious spirit! Strive to be patient
and tell all you fear. ’
me
“ ‘Our head clerk has just been to our
house, mamma, and he tells me that his
master has gone to London, and his re¬
turn is uncertain; and he has left a re¬
quest to me that I will come and stay
with you until his affairs are arranged
one way or other. I am more hurt by
his allowing me to learn all this from
a stranger than shocked at his ruin;
for we are both young and may hope
for better times. But oh, mother, there
are many things which I might have
done without, and now the people will
suspect me of having known our cir¬
cumstances all along, and I shall have
the disgrace of being suspected of dis¬
honesty.’ I said, is
<f i Alas ! Agnes,’ ‘yours a
common case. To,a woman of integrity
it is indeed a sore trial to be thought ca¬
pable of wronging any tradesman; but
do not injure your health by this violent
grief. Yon are, whatever happens, our
dearly beloved daughter, and now, for
Grace’s sake, and for your father's and
mine, try to compose yourself.’
“I knew that this appeal to her fam¬
ily affection would have a strong effect
on her generous nature; for Agnes, in
becoming a wife, had not ceased to be
a dutiful daughter; and her love for
her sister, your dear mother, my Grace,
was beautiful to behold.
“She was delicate even then, and re¬
quired the tenderest care—too gentle
and unselfish for the world. She was
even then more like a heavenly than an
earthly being
“When she saw Agnes come down
with the marks of tears on her cheeks,
she strove by every tender attention to
soothe and cheer her; and I sighed to
see her gentle offices lavished in vain,
“Our dear Agues was wounded to the
quick by her husband's want of confi¬
dence, and we conld not cheer her.
“In a short time, however, Arthur’s
affairs were wound up—all claims were
satisfied, and he resumed his business
with a good prospect of success; but he
had lost ohe possession more valuable
than gold—the confidence of his wife
was gone forever,
“There was a restlessness and anxiety
about Agnes which never left her. She
refused ever again to take the most
trifling thing on credit; and once, when
he hesitatingly alluded to her pru¬
dence, as he termed it, she replied, ‘I
have been treated like a child, Arthur,
and you must remember a burnt child
dreads the fire. If I am not to be
trusted, I will avoid being duped.'
“She died at the age of six-and
twenty, after a short illness; but I shall
always think that her indignation and
anguish of mind had paved the way for
her early death.”
My grandmother ceased, and seemed
lost in thought; then she added, “You,
too, Grace, are about to marry a mer¬
chant, and 1 have told you this sad story
in order to impress upon your mind that
the romantic feeling of first love is not
sufficient to happiness in the married
life. There must be mutual confidence,
or the yoke will press t savily indeed on
the helpless woman. Before you marry,
make it a condition that no deception of
any kind or degree be permitted be¬
tween you. Unless a man confides in
his wife he does both her and himself
irreparable wrong.”
I took my dear grandmother’s ad¬
vice, and, as far as this varied scene ad¬
mits of happiness, happiness has been
mine.
Feast of the Dead.
The Chinese inhabitants of New York
city on Sunday celebrated their Tezing
ming or “Feast of the Dead.” This
commemoration is held annually, anal
consists of placing upon the graves of
departed relatives or friends food and
drink and a fac-simile paper figure of
the dead person, with appropriate cere¬
monies. A letter is pinned to the paper
man stating that time has not
dimmed the remembrance of the many
excellencies of his character or the es¬
teem and affection with which he was
regarded when alive. A match is then
applied to the paper and both figure
and communication is then allowed to
consume slowly. By this means the
message to the dead one is believed to
be conveyed to him. Woodlawn and
Evergreen Cemeteries, which contain
the greater number of Chinamen who
have been interred, were most largely
visited by Mongolian visitors, but none
of the cities of the dead where natives of
the Flowery Kingdom are buried was
neglected. Sunday night the Chinese
Decoration Day was concluded by a
general feasting in the house of those
who had participated in the observance
of the day, and reminiscences and anec¬
dotes of the dead relative or friend were
indulged in by all present.
The Lead Pencil.
There is no lead pencil, and there has
been none for fifty years. There was a
time when a spiracle of lead, cut from
the bar or sheet, sufficed to make marks
on white paper or some rougher abrad¬
ing material. The name of lead pencil
came from the old notion that the pro¬
ducts of the Cumberland mines, En¬
gland, were lead, instead of being plum¬
bago, or graphite, a carbonate of iron,
capable of ieaving a lead-colored mark.
With the original lead pencil or slip,
and with the earlier styles of the “lead”
pencil made direct from the Cumberland
mine, the wetting of the pencil was a
preliminary of writing. But since it
has become a manufacture the lead pen¬
cil is adapted, by numbers or letters, to
each particular design. There are
grades of hardness, from the pencil that
may be sharpened to a needle point, to
one that makes a broad mark. Between
the two extremes there are a number of
graduations that cover all the conven¬
iences of the lead pencil These gradua¬
tions are made by taking the original
carbonate and grinding it, and mixing
it with a fine quality of clay in differing
proportions, regard being had to the
use of the pencil. The mixture is thor¬
ough, the mass is squeezed through
dies to form and size it, is dried, and in¬
cased in its wood envelope .—Scientific
American.
NO. 31.
Injured in a Fight
UIiOTHIERS REFUSING TO GIVE SUSPEND¬
ERS WITH A SUIT OF CLOTHES.
A letter from Montana, Penn., says:
This place has been the scene of a gen -
eral fight, in which about fifty men,
Hungarians and Polanders, participated,
many of whom were seriously, if not
fatally, injured. The resident Polish
and Hungarian miners have been buy¬
ing their clothing from a Hebrew
clothier in a neighboring town. A large
order had been given out some weeks
ago, and the Hebrews ca me to Mon
tana to deliver the goods. A dispute
arose about some trifling matter,
followed by a positive refusal on the
part of the residents to take the cloth¬
ing. The clothiers became indignant,
and opened war on the inhabitants.
The latter made a fierce attack on the
Hebrews, taking their packs and ston¬
ing them out of town. About 2 o'clock
in the morning the Hebrews returned
to Montana accompanied by several offi¬
cers, who proceeded to handcuff the
Polanders and Hungarians. A few of
them quietly submitted, but the others
openly defied the authorities and refused
to be taken into custody.
In the meantime about seventy-five
of their friends attacked the officers,
who were forced to surrender, leaving
the attacking party masters of the situ¬
ation. The officers retreated, but
subsequently returned with reinforce¬
ments. Another attack was made on
them and a general row was the result.
The officers drew their revolvers and
fired several shots into the crowd, and
the latter sent a volley of stones and
clubs down upon the officers, but with¬
out seriously injuring any of them.
The officers fired a second time at the
mob, which took effect. A ball entered
the back of one of the crowd and he is
fatally injured. About ten or twelve
were seriously wounded, but the shoot
j^g Bad the effect of restoring peace,
w j le n those who had not escaped to the
mountains were taken into custody and
held for a hearing. An effort is now
being made to secure the arrest of the
entire party, many of whom are con¬
cealed in the woods, but the authorities
expect to capture them. In speaking
of the matter, the elothiers say the
jroublo grew out of their refusal to give
a pair of suspenders with each suit of
clothes.
Gambler s’ Wives at Long Branch,
Gamblers’ wives were less showy this
than other seasons at Long Branch, a
fact due to the lack of fresh victims to
their husbands’ gamiDg baits. The ups
and downs of a gambler’s life shows
more readily in his wife’s personal
adornment than any other way. As a
rule, when the gambler goes under, bis
wife’s diamonds are immediately pawned;
then follow her driving establishment, if
she has any; finally her valuable furs
and silverware, and not unfrequently
her best silk or velvet dresses, the part¬
ing with all of which she stands brave¬
ly, hopeful of a forthcoming streak of
luck to replenish her jewel case, ward¬
robe and house to a more gorgeous ex¬
tent than heretofore. Gamblers’ wives
are very pretty, stylish women, some of
whom are the most cultured persons,
who avoid all reference to the pursuits
of their ambitious spouses, in company
car on any occasion, while others seem to
glory in boasting of their husbands’ win¬
nings. The wife of a very successful
gambler from Arkansas, registered at
the Ocean House here, is a very hand¬
some branette, thoroughly refined in
manners and appearance, She wears no
flashy jewelry nor carries a prize canine,
yet she has proven herself a genuine
lady and won the respect of all who
formed her agreeable acquaintance. I
asked her one day if she did not regret
her husband’s calling, whereupon she
smilingly replied: “No, all businesses
of life are games of chance.” We did
not pursue the subject any further.
A TRAMP’S MOMENT OF MISERY.
A genteel-looking tramp, with a few
load for Monday morning, stood on H
Chatham street corner recently in l
meditative mood. He nervously twirlec
a dime in his fingers and finally tossec
up the coin, saying : “Heads for a break¬
fast; tails for a cocktail 1” He looked
at the coin after it fell to the sidewall
and sorrowfully exclaimed : “Heads 1
that’s for breakfast. ”
Flipping it again in the air, he said:
“Twice ont of three times.”
It fell tails. The tramp’s thirst was
neck and neck with his hunger. “I
mush’ give she breakfast a chance. Bo
-here goes zerd and last time,” he said.
He tossed the coin again in the air. It
fell in the gutter and bounded into the
sewer through a hole in the rounded
ourb-stone.— N. Y G raphic.
In Ohio there is one divorce in every
seven marriages. The other six pairs
are probably boarding with their parents.
THE HUMOROUS PAPERS.
WHAT WE FIND IN THEM TO SMILE
OVER THIS WEEK.
\ Little Girl’s Story—Johnny and HI* Pa—
He wns no Pig—A Preservative — The
1.1m--Kiln <Jlub-A Troup’s Misery, Eta.
BUSINESS MUST BE DOLL.
A country merchant caught a thief
going through his cash drawer.
“Hello, there,” he sung out, “what
do you want in that drawer ?”
“Oh, nothing,” said the man, sheep¬
ishly, backing off and trying to get
away.
“Well, don’t Jet me disturb yon.
I’ve found the same thing there for the
past six weeks .”—Merchant Traveler.
HE WAS UO HOO.
A well-known hard card player fell
ap against a well-developed faro game
in Chicago, and during an rumsoallj
fierce and sanguinary argument with
the tiger quit loser of about $1,600,
which amount represented every cent
he owned in the world. As he rose
to leave the gilded arena, speculating
the while on the condition ol the
walking between Chicago and Pittsburg,
the dealer remarked in a cheerful man
ner. “Hold on a minute; wo’re going
to have a little Iunoh of cold ham, eta,,
in a few minutes. Won’t you join us?"
“Join yon,” roared the -victim of the
combat, as he turned on his heel with
an air of disdain and quit the place; “do
you think I can eat $1,600 worth of
ham.”
NO MOBB, NO MORE.
“Pa,” remarked young Johnnh
Jarphley, “was Jonah a great man?”
“I do not know that he was a great
man, my Bon,” cautiously remarked Mr.
Jarphley, “but he certainly was a very
remarkable one.”
“He lived in a whale’s belly for forty
days, didn’t he, pa ?”
“Something of the sort is recorded, I
believe.”
“Could you do it?”
“I don’t know. I am reading -Don’t
bother me.”
“But, say, pa—I believe you could.
I heard ma say you was a regular Jonab
in everything you undertook, and—
ouch I oh ! oh ! oh! I won’t do so no
more I "—Pittsburg Telegraph.
1 PERFECT PRESERVATIVE.
Mr. Runaround was out late the other
night, and the next morning at break¬
fast, in order to “jnBtify” himself, he
remarked to his wife:
“Pet, we have been married twenty
years, and you look almost as young as
you did then.”
“You have not changed a particle,"
she responded, sweetly.
“Not changed I” he answered In sur¬
prise, remembering his gray looks and
ruby nose.
“Why, how oan you say that?"
“Because things preserved in alcohol
never change,” she answered.
Mr. R. buttered his napkin ring,
under the impression that it was a mnf
fin, and the meal progressed in silence.
— Washington Hatchet.
A STOBT.
I’ll tell you a story, mamma,
I’ll “make it up,” you know—
There once was a little princess,
Lived years and years ago.
Her mother loved and loved her,
And never made her mind,
And let her eat the cookies,
And—oh, was awful kind.
She stayed up late like grown folks,
Her mother liked her to,
And—won’t you make this storj
Come just exactly true ?
— Youth's Companion.
A QUEER COUNTRY.
“You Americans are a queer lot,”
vouchsafed a newly arrived Englishman.
“Last night I overheard a young wo¬
man remark to her escort as they left
the theatre:
t( i Isn’t he an elegant actor ?’
“A few moments later another young
woman said:
“ >Do look at the moon, George dear,
isn’t it elegant ?’
“This morning as I passed a grocery
store the clerk said to a customer:
“ ‘Cabbages, sir ? Yes, sir; a fresh
lot just in. There is an elegant oab
bage, sir. » it
LIKE A SEWING MACHINE.
“Mamma,” said a young fellow to his
mother, “why is kissiDg a pretty girl
like a sewing machine ?”
The mother looked up from her work
and replied: There
“Why, what a silly question 1
is no earthly resemblanoe.”
“Oh, yes there is, too,” he replied,
“ a very close resemblance.”
“Well, why is it ?”
“Because it seams good. Graphic.
THE LIME-KILN CLUB RESOLVES.
Professor Lightfoot Payson presented
the following resolution;
Resolved, Dat de secretary ol dis
club be an am hereby directed to de¬
mand of de Secretary of Wah in de most
emphatic languidge, wheder or no any
of de new pints, capes, bays, islets or
mountains diskivered by de Greely
party in de polar regions war named
arter any of de prominent cullud pus
sons of dis kentry? If so, dis club
would like a list of ’em. If not, a Con¬
gressional investigation will be at once
demanded.
The resolution was unanimously ac¬
cepted and adopted without debate,
and the secretary at once sent ont for a
bottle of red ink and a ten-cent pen¬
holder,— Detroit Free Press.
An Ithaca, N. Y., drug clerk in mak¬
ing out an order for a bill of goods
wrote: “One box oast steel soap,”
