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PLAYING SANTA CLAUS
TO THE SAVAGES
White Men Who Go Into the Remote Corners of the Earth and Carry Christmas
to Savage Peoples.
By WILLIAM THORP.
As white men push out, year by year,
into the remotest corners of the earth,
they carry Christmas with them as a
gift to the savages with whom they
come in contact. The American troops
have done this in the past two or three
years in some of the hitherto untravel
f,j islands of the Philippines, where the
Spaniards had never dared to venture.
Strange, indeed, are some of the ex
periences which fall to the lot of these
a, l venturers when they first play San
ta Claus to a barbarian race that has
never heard the glad old story of Yule.
The Eskimos* Real Santa. Claus.
Sheldon Jackson, an official employ
er! by the United States Bureau of
Kducation to work in the wilds of
Alaska, carried Christmas to the Eski
mo children there in 1894. He gave
a deeply interesting account of how
he did it in a report to the bureau.
For several days immediately pre
ceding Christmas,” he said, ”1 took
occasion to tell the scholars how it
was observed by the whites, and ex
plained such features about the day
as my limited knowledge of the lan
guage would admit of; so that, by the
close of school the day before, they
pretty well knew why it was observed.
"All through the winter the almost
starving condition of the natives had
been so impressed on- us that nothing
but the knowledge that our supply of
fond was very limited prevented us
from distributing regular rations to
them.
“1 told the children about Santa
Claus, and for them to tie their fur
stockings up near their beds, as he
was coming to visit them for the first
time, and would remember every
child.
t.a\e Them Bags of Hngnr.
"I made up a lot of little bags out
of empty flour sacks, and Into each
one put eight cubes of white sugar,
about a dozen pieces of dried apples
and a dozen raisins—not a very ap
propriate assortment for a Christmas
present for a white child, hut It was
the best we had, -and I found out after
wards that the selection was very
much appreciated by the little Es
kimo.
Although our supplies were very
limited. 1 concluded to take enough
from such as we had and give each
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family the same assortment. It was
made up of a tin can filled with flout,
eight navy biscuits, one pint of rice,
one-half pound of sugar and one
third pound of tea. There are ten
houses in the village, and about 100
persons all told. The supplies above
enumerated were made up into ten
packages.
1 had the herders harness one of
the deer teams to a sled, and at at 12
o’clock started with four natives for
the village, a half mile west of the
station.
“When we reached the first house,
I took a flashlight view of the deer
standing by the little skin window,
through which a faint gleam of light
w’as thrown from the oil lamp burning
ing below.
Their First Santa Clans.
“It occurred to me that perhaps this
was the first time in the history of
civilization that a live Santa Claus
made his midnight visit upon an er
rand of mercy with a team of reindeer,
and that the Eskimo were the first to
actually experience what throughout
Christendom is only a myth.
“It became necessary to dig away
the frost from one corner of the win
dow in order to get the packages
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through, and in nearly every Instance
the operation alarmed those below,
when a package was Immediately
dropped down, and they became quiet.
“While In my stooping position at
the first house I suddenly lifted my
eyes to the north and beheld the most
gorgeous aurora l witnessed at any
time during the winter.
SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY. DECEMBER IS. 1901.
‘ The night was a glorious one, cold
and crisp, with the stars shining in
canopy above, and not a breath of air
was stirring.
The Heavens Aglow.
“Across the whole northern horizon
floods of wavy light surged and swept
from east to west, sending up further
into the heavens streams of vapory
light, dancing up and down in grace
ful shadows that easily led me to im
agine that they were caused by invis
ible spirits.
“For a time I forgot the object of
my visit, and lay watching the play
of the aurora as it shot forwards and
backwards, and when I finally came to
myself I looked around and found the
natives lost in deep and silent awe at
the spectacle.
“The hour I spent in this service
was one of supreme delight to me, es
pecially so as the little handful of food
I distributed made the bright eyes of
a hundred people glisten with happi
ness and supplied as many stomachs
with a feast they enjoyed before they
again closed their eyes in sleep.
“It will take too much space to
record all the items I gathered as I
peeped through their little skin win
dows and saw them dancing around
in groat glee, old and young, and ex
pressing their thankfulness for the
many good things received, the like
of which they had never before eaten.”
Where Santa Claus Caused Terror.
Mrs. Bertha Stover, the wife of a
missionary stationed at Baiiundu, Af
rica, tells an amusing story of how
Santa Claus terrified the black chil
dren at her mission station when he
first appeared to them a year or two
ago.
They had celebrated Christmas at
Baiiundu before, but they had never
had Santa Claus, so Mr. Stover dress
ed himself up as the benevolent saint.
“He had been padded and powdered
and packed until his own mother
would not have known him," said Mrs.
Stover. "Presently we gave the sig
nal, the door flew open and In walked
Santa Claus. But, dear me, what con
sternation!
"He was greeted with shrieks and
groans and cries of:
" 'Let me out!
" It Is the Evil One!'
“'lt Is the day of Judgment!'
"The small frv, catching the Infec
tion of terror from the elder black
people, fled to the bedrooms, fell
down prone upon their faces, crept
under chairs and tables—anywhere to
hide themselves.
Full lilt Their Wig mill Heard.
"Poor SsiiU Claus never had such
a greeting before. As soon as he
realized the panic he had caused h<*
tore off hts tall hat and white cotton
heard, and from the bags on hia back
began to throw gift a right and left,
and to tell who lie was.
"Reassured once more, they were
soon all laughing and chatting, munch
ing the greit 'red breads' idoughnuts*,
lasting their fmils, or nibbling at the
sweets In the familiar little bags.
"One man wondered which end up
he waa to hold the fork Manta Claus
had given hint. Another immediately
tried on his new shirt. The girls ar
ranged 1 heir bright hind tiaodksr
chiefe into nobby turbans, while others
tried to find some place about llwli
wanly clot hi rig where they could stow
away the bunch of tiitaai, paper of
needles end cake of weep given to
them
"Kart woe tried to talk louder then
his neighbor, as they examined the
costume of good old Santa Claus, who
had frightened them almost to death.
One man said he thought Elijah had
returned, another that it was John the
Baptist. Yet another thought it was
Satan himself, and all my sins rose
up before me; while a fourth confess
ed, ’My only thought was to hide
myself.’ ”
Feast Tl\at Xcarly Caused Blood
shed.
The Rev. Frank Paton, son of the
famous South Seas missionary, John
G. Paton, tells of a thrilling Christ
mas which he spent in 1899 at Lena
kel on the Island of Tanna, in the
South Pacific.
He had a mission station there, and
his native converts were no strangers
to Christmas observance; but they in
vited a large number of their heathen
friends to come to their Yuletide
feast. These heathen knew nothing
about Christmas, and were quote un
aware that it is supposed to be a
period of “peace on earth and good
will towards men.”
Over a thousand natives were
gathered for the great feast. The crew
of a “blackbirding schooner,” eager to
get Kanaka labor by fair means or
foul from the Queensland sugar plan
tations. heard of the gathering and
dropped anchor off the island ou
Christmas morning. The captain,
however, seeing the numbers of the
natives, hesitated to molest them.
Telling the story, Mr. Paton said:
“My first anxiety was the labor
schooner. but soon anew peril
threatened. Some of the heathen had
not met since war had raged between
them. At first they simply glared at
each other, and then old hatreds broke
out and hot words were spoken.
"Again and again I started some
contest that would scatter the excited
groups, but they soon came together
again. Then , I went from group to
group and tried to spread a better
feeling. Our Christmas gathering was
nearly turned into a scene of blood
shed in our very garden, but fortunate
ly all passed off most happily.”
Among the Head limiters of For
mosa.
Through the center of the beautiful
Island of Formosa there runs, like a
backbone, a great range of forest-clad
mountains. The original inhabitants
of Formosa, a wild, savage, ferocious
race of men, live upon these moun
tains. Christmas was first carried to
these people by a brave missionary
named George Leslie Mac Kay.
Mac Kay had spent several years on
the coast and In the interior, but he
hesitated long before he took his life
in his hands by seeking out the bar
barians of the mountains, to whom no
white man had ever ventured.
The favorite pastime of these sav
ages was to cut off the heads of their
enemies and decorate their hats with
them. They had been Indulging In
this sport when Mac Kay drifted Into
one of their villages and spent Christ
inas day with one of their chiefs.
"The chief's home consisted of one
large room thirty feet long," said Mac-
Kay. "A fire blazed at either end. The
men. dressed In coarse linen sacks
with holes cut for the arms, and a
broad belt of braided rattan. In which
was stuck a long, crooked, sharp
pointed knife, stood around one fire;
while the women, with much the same
dress, gave that In addition they had
many rings of brass around their
arms and limbs, and Innumerable or
naments on their bodies, squatted
around the other fire.
A Strange Christmas.
"So, on that Christmas night, I sat
there with these rude people, the room
lighted by the fires and by candles
made from the heart of the fir tree.
The men smoked their bamboo pipes,
whtle the women were busy threading
making on curious little machines of
their own; and all, men and women,
were laughing and talking merrily and
making a great noise. It was certainly
a merry Christmas, and a strange on#
to me.
“After a time, with the help of the
native converts who had accom
panied me on thla dangerous trip, I
sang sortie Christmas hymns to these
savage mountslneers, who had never
seen a white man before, end I spent
Christmas evening trying to explain
to them the old, old story' that haa
been told so often In so msny lands
siine Ihe first Christmas morning"
The aavsges took great pleasure In
the singing of the Christmas hymns,
and Mac Kay and his friend* came to
no harm by their bold expedition.
I Ike Hospital at Nelral,
one of the most bMtfliitnl loatltu
ione a< Beirut, In northern Myrlr,
where American warships have had to
do ftfriUe duly an frequently of late,
ie a great tsapMsl founded |r ig ago
hy the Knlgt.ts of Mr. John, gird boar
supported f,y a German aociety.
flu American medP *i miaeionafles
coo on lei eith (he My nan j'rvusttst
College at Beirut minister to the pa
tients who come to the hospital for
treatment, and every year they get up
a Christmas celebration which Is the
first that many of these patients have
seen.
"Among the guests of many nation
alities," said an American, describing a
Christmas party he witnessed at this
hospital, “there sits an old man with
a long white beard, a turban on his
head, a girdle about his loins, and a
loose, flowing robe. He ia a Moham
medan. A month ago if an American
doctor had gone to his house this
man would have driven him away for
an infidel dog. Now, as Dr. George
Post passes by. this man seizes his
hand and kisses It. Why is this? The
dog of a doctor gave hint the use of
his eyes. He eume to the hospital
blind; this Christmas day his sight
ih fully restored.
A Woman of the Mountains.
“Next to him is a woman with a
long white veil over her fate. She has
a little babe in her arms, but the hands
are gone. She is a Druse woman. In
her home in the mountains she was
warming her hands over the fire when
some earth and stones fell from the
roof, fastening her hands in the fire.
They were burned to a crisp. Her hus
band divorced her, because with no
hands she could do no work for him.
But she and her little babe found a
refugi at the hospital, and to-day she
sits before the Christmas tree and
hears the story of Christmas for the
first time.
"On the other side is a man with
a long beard and a green turban. He
came from Lebanon. He is the guar
dian ot the sacred tomb of Macpelah,
where lie buried the bones of Abra
ham. Isaac and Jacob. Sarah. Rebecca
and Leah. If you went to Hebron, the
boys would stone you if you attempt
ed to go near Macpelah. This man
was blind when he came to the hos
pital; now he sees. Ho would have
spat upon the doctor had the latter
gone to him a month before.
His Wnunil Dressed With Unas.
“Over there is a Bedouin from Pal
myra. He was shot 111 a quarrel, and
the Ignorant native doctor put rags in
the wound. The poor man grew thin
and seemed near death. They brought
him from Palmyra to Damascus, four
days' journey; then three days' jour
ney more to Beirut. It was a ghastly
wound, but the hospltul doctor was
able to heal it. Now this wild Bedouin
sits clamly and looks at the Christmas
tree and learns what It means. Once
his hand was against every man; now
he quietly listens to the message of
'peace on earth, good will towards
men.’
“There are many more, from Jeru
salem. from Bagdad, from the Euph
rates and the Tigris, from villages in
Lebanon, Palestine, Cyprus and Asia
Minor. Each receives a present, per
haps their first Christmas gift—a gar
ment or book or toy—and all receive
gingerbread, candy, oranges and oth
er good things.
"No happier Yuletide festival Is
celebrated in any land than that In
Beirut at the Hospital of the Knights
of St. John."
(Copyright. 1904. by William Thorp.)
Christmas Manners in
the Other Hemisphere
Odd Holy-Day Plays and Parades In
European Countries.
This last week before Christmas is
a sad one for rrfany lovely fat pigs
in Bohemia. Almost every German
Bohemian family rears a pig through
the year in order to kill it for Christ
mas Day.
All the ytfar that poor pig has a
most beautiful time. It Is treated
with courtesy and love and stuffed
with tidbits till its little piggy soul
feels sure that there is no lot on
earth so sacred and delightful as be
ing a pig. But on December 19 the
pig hears the wheet! wheet! of knives
on whet-stones, and If it had any in
tuition it would turn ftale. For that
Is slaughtering day, and every village
resounds with the squeals of dying
porkers.
In one of these Bohemian towns
the children have a pretty custom In
the five nights before Christmas.
They f/arade at night, dressed as shep
herds, and sings melodous songs
which announce the birth of the
Christ Child.
In the famous Erz Oebirge the chil
dren form small troops known as
"angel troops," and wander from
house to house, singing songs. One
child is dressed to represent the Bish
op Martin, another is Saint Nicholas,
others represent angels, Joseph and
Mary, shepherds and the good Rup
recht.
In Alsatla the Christ Child itself
walks through the towns and an
nounces its arrival at each house by
ringing a bell. The Christ Child Is
prepared by a grown woman,
draped In white and hung fantasti
cally with pure white lamb's wool.
Her face is whitened with flour und
she wears a crown of gold paper with
a burning dandle set on top.
fn one hand she carries a silver
chain. In the other she bears a
basket full of candy.
Just as the children whom she visits
‘are in the midst of their glee, they
hear a terrible rattling of chains und
then comes a mighty knock at the
door. In comes Hans Trapp, wrapped
in a bear skin, his face coal black, with
a vast beard waving down his breast
and a great bundle of rods In hts
hand.
In thunderous tones he asks which
children have been bad, and advances
toward them to punish them. But
the Christ Child interceeds for them
and after they promise to reform, she
leads them to a Christmas tree.
In Sweden a grown woman dis
guised as an angel visits the house
on Chrlstrrfas Eve, and behind her
comes the Furmartin, or Furmichel, or
Buzegraale, as he Is known In differ
ent localities. He is wrapped from
head to foot In straw, has a black face
wears a mighty chain around his micL
die, and has a basket strapped to his
back.
In North Germany a tall bearded
man, garbed either In furs or straw,
goes around on Christmas Eve asking
the children If they can say their
prayers. If they succeed, he gives
them nuts and goodies. If they full
he maizes believe to punish them by
thrusting them Into a large bag which
he curries.
thFcandle eater.
Take an apple and In secret cut out
of It a short round cylindrical piece
shaped exactly like a candle. Btick
into the top a bit of real candle wrick,
but be aure that it la not too large a
piece. Now put the candle quietly to
one aide, and after a while lead the
conversation around to the old story
that the Ituaeian peasants eat tallow
candles Then say that tallow ran
dlee aren't half laid, and that you tike
to eat them yMuraeif, and would eat
one right then and there if there were
one around Just then you make be
lieve to catch sight of tha stump where
you have placed It. Vou go to It, light
It. and Show it to all. Then with one
good btta you tab* if all in, of
cowrae the wick can be ejected, dills
e a highly etp.aaefui trick for the
appie-i andhr loose eaartly like a r*ai
aue.
MR. DOOLEY
HE* ON
THE SIMPLE LIFE
By F. P. DUNNE.
Copyright, 1904, by McClure, Phillips & Cos,
"Well, Chas. Wagner has been havin’
th' fine old time over here," staid Mr.
Dooley.
"Is that th' man that wrote th'
music?" asked Mr. Hennessy.
"No,” said Mr. Dooley; "that was
Cal. This is Chas. Wagner an' he's th'
author iv th' 200.000 book that Presi
dent Rosonfelt has rCad since th' Hist
iv Novimber. ‘This called’ Th' Simple
Life.’ He oudden't find it In France
so he come liktc’ f’r tt among th'
simple an’ pasthral people in this coun
thry. He found It. He come over in
a large but simple ship tv twtnty
thoutfan' simple horse power nn’ landed
in th’ simple little villoga iv* New York
where he was met be a comity iv sim
ple little village lads an' lasses an'
escorted to th' simple Waldorf an' In
stalled In a room simply decorated in
purple plush. That a veilin' he attlnd
ed a meetln' iv th' Fifth Av'noo Female
Simplicity Club. A lady wearln' a col
lar Iv dlmon's whose value w*.is simply
fabulous recited passages fr’m 'Th'
Simple Life.
After this a simple supper iv terrapin
an' i hampagne was served. He then
took a simple Pullman train to Wash
ington where he attended a rayclption
at which a Indy iv th' diplomatic: core,
which Is all that Is left Iv diplomacy
nowadays, poked th' wife iv a congress
man with a lorgnette f’r goin' into sup
per ahead iv her. Later he was rny
eelved be th’ simple president who
said to him: ’Chas,” he says, 'l’ve been
preachin' ye'er book to me count hry
men," he says. 'Simplicity an' a sthrong
navy is th' watchword tv this udmiu
stratlon," he says.
"Since thin Chas. has been whoopin'
up th’ simple life. They've showed
him iverythlng simple we have. He’s
seen th' subw'ay, th' dhrninage canal,
th' stock exchange. Tom Lawson,
Jawn D. Rockefellar an' Mrs. Chad
wick. lie’s looped th’ loops, shot th'
shoots, had a ride In a pathrol wagon,
played th' races an' met Dave Hill.
Th' las, seen iv him he was climbin' In
to a private ear In a fur-lined coat
an’ a plug hat. Whin he goes home to
his simple life In Paris, he’H goin' to
have a ticker put In his study. He ts
undershtud to favor soilin' copper on
bulges.
"1 haven’t read his book, but Hogan
says It's a good Van, an' I'm goin' to
read it afther I’ve read th’ Bible an'
Emerson, which Mike Ahearn riconi
mended to me th' year lv th' big tire.
Th' idee Is that no nmtther what ye
ar-re, ye must be simple. If ye're rich,
be simply rich; If ye're poor, be sim
ply poor; If ye're nayether, be naye
ther, but be simple about It. Ye don’t
have to be gin'rous to be simple. He
makes a sthrong pint Iv that. (Regards
to Russell Wage.) It Isn't nlclssry to
open ye'er purse, says Chas. If ye'er
a miser, be a simple miser. It ain't
isslntlal to be poor to be simple. A
poor man walkin' th’ sthreet is far
less simple thin a rich man lollin' back
In his carriage an’ figurin’ out simple
Inthrest on his cuff. Th’ poor man Is
envious iv th’ rich man, but th' rich
man Is not envious Iv th' poor man.
•If ye’re a flower, says he, be a flower.
If ye're a bur-rd be a bur-rd; If a
horse, a horse, If a mule a. mule. If a
hummin' bur-rd a hummln' bur-rd; if
a pole cat a pole cat; if a man a man.
But always be simple, be it aver so
complex.
"Th' on'y thing Hogan an' I can’t
make out fr’m th' book Is what is
simplicity. I may be a simpleton, Hln
nlssy, but I don't know. Father Tom
Burke was forty years writtn’ a book
on 'simplicity' and' he nlver got be
yond th’ first slntince, which was: Tt
Is simply Impossible to define sim
plicity.’ It ain't simple to be poor. It
ain't simple to be without clothes, It
uln’t simple to be pious or sober. Ye’re
pretty simple to believe all I tell ye,
hut ye may not be as simple ns I think
an' hope. A lie tnay be as simple as
tIV truth. Th' fact lv th' rnatther Is
that th’ rale truth Is nlver simple.
What we call thruth an' pass around
fr'm head to hand is ori’y a kind Iv a
currency that we use f’r convanlence.
There are a good manny counterfeit
ers, an' a lot lv th' counterfeits mils'
be In circulation. I haven't anny ques
tion that I take In manny Iv thlm over
me inteilechool bar Ivry day an’ pass
out not a few. Home Iv th' counter
feits has as much precious metal in
thlm as th' rale goods, on'y they don’t
bear th’ govormtnt stamp.
“What th' divvle Is simplicity anny
how? Simple is a foolish wurrud whin
ye come to think it over. Simple, sim
ple, simple. It’s a kind lv a mix
ture lv silly an' dimple. I don't know
how to go about bein’ simple. Th’
Lord didn’t make me that way. I
can Imagine simplicity, but I can’t
Just put me hand on It. No more can
(’has. Wagner. Tell me, Chas., how to
lead th' simple life. Tell me, Thay
dore Rosen felt, simple soul, what I
must do. I’ll go as far as ye like.
Hand out th' raycelpt. I'll make
THE JACK-A-DANDY-PURCHASE PUZZLE.
M anAy totmmly. Ja/k n-<la(i<ly
plum <to* mul *u*i /••riily.
Ilv tniwuht miHtm at ■ grm-t>r‘m hup
Ao4 out <m lumping, hup, hup, hup.
Ja<to M It uni* m buy rath* ami
••inly. ll* Uuugia lltMui pUM •!*
mesilf a simple man If I have to
hake In a slow oven to do It. What'll
I do? Throw away th' superflootlea
says Hogan out lv Chas. hts book.
But what ar-re th' superflootles? I'll
turn out th' illcthric light, shut off
th' furnace, an’ desthroy th' cash
raygister bo which complex macheen
1 keep mesilf fr'm robbtn' mesilf. But
am I annv more simple because I'm
holdln' out on mesilf with frozen An
gers h*- a tallow dtp? Was th' wur
ruld lver anny more simple thin it is
to-day? I doubt it. I bet ye there
was a good dale lv talk about Adam
fm’ Eve dhressln' ostentatiously an'
havin' th' King iv Beljtum's anecsthor
to supper with thlm. Hogan was read
in' me out lv a book th' other day
about th' simple fathers Iv th’ eoun
thry. Il was a tur-rble shock to me.
This fellow says that Rohert Morris
who I supposed sacrificed his fortune
f'r liberty, lnjooced Ih' government
to pay good money f'r bad; Jawn
Adams wanted to mnke a kingdom lv
tli' counthry; while as f’r George
Wash'ngton, ho acted like a coal-01l
Jawnny whin he wint to th' White
House, an' his wife put on tnsuff'rahle
sirs an’ had such bad table manner*
that this here pnthrite was compelled
to leave th' room an' run home to
put It down in his diary.
'UAn' there ye ar-re. Th’ jnore I
think, th' less simple simplicity be
comes. Sayß Wegner via Hogan, a
tnan shud be like a lamp on’ th' more
light he shells th' betther man he Is.
That’s th' throuble with jvrybody that
thides to advise me to be something I
ain't. Whin i run him Into a corner
an' say: ‘Come on now an' make good.
•Show me th' way,' he tells me I’m a
lamp, or a three, or a snow-flake blown
be tli' winds, or a bur-rd in a glided
cage, or a paint brush or a ship, or
something else. But says I: 'l’m none
Iv these fine things. I'm a kind Iv a
man an' I'm not mintloned In th' liott
any or th’ mall ordher list. Tell me
what I must do.' An' he looks me tq
th' eye an’ says he: 'Be a man.’ An’
there ye ar-re. If a man's a lamp. It’s
because he Ntnoke*. don't show up well
In th' sunlight ah' will v.an day be
blown out. There ar're other simple
ures f'r lamp besides givln, light
which is wan Iv th' poorest things they
do nowadays. Rothschild thrades tq
thlm, th' German impror thinks they
ar-re on’y useful to throw at his ins
Imlos, an* my business ts to All thlm
with karosene.
"No. sir. they ain't anny simple life.
There's oti’y life. It’s a kind tv an
obstacle race. Slnnln' replntln', shi
nin', replntln'. Home can Jump high;
some can't Jump at all. Thtm that
Jump highest have farthest to fall.
Those that go farthest Hre ruled-off
f’r foulin'. A man's no more thin a
man an' ho has as many things In him,
anny wan Iv thlm li'ble to go wrong
Without a moment's notice, as all th’
Injines, tools, lamps an' other hard
ware figure lv speech In a prize pome.
He has to make his clumsy repairs
while undher full headway. Lucky
man If he staggers Into port without
havin' caused too many shipwrecks on,
th’ way over. It isn't th' most succiss
ful passage that has caused th' most,
shipwrecks. Ye see, Htnnissy I'm a
kind lv a Chas. Wagner mesilf on'y
betther. He gets his out iv a Fr-renctv
head an’ I got mine out Iv th' third
reader that a little boy left In here
who come f’r a pint Iv simple refrish
inent f'r his father's complex thirst."
“I don’t think ye know such a lot
about It.” said Mr. Hennessy.
"I know more about th' sample life,"
said Mr. Dooley.
DEERAReH
THE MOST DELICATE.
"I suppose you have often wondered
why so many menagerie* and zoologi
cal parks have the little spotted axi*
deer from India In their collection*,
while our own American deer are ab
sent," said an animal man, the owner
of a wild beast "farm" In New Jersey
recently. "Well, It’s due to a sim
ple, but queer reason; and that Is, that
we can keep almost any deer, from
almost anv hart of the world, more
easily than we can keep our own deer,
whether we select the red or Virginia
deer, the mule deer or the black tall.
The Axis deer from India actually
thrive In captivity. The great Malay
sambars, the huge Asiatic wapiti, and
all the rest, flourish with any reason
able amount of care. But the Vir
ginia deer droop and get all sorts of
stomach trouble, no matter how care
ful we may be id the way of food. The
mule deer and the black tall often die
for no apparent reason at all. We
have to be so particular in our selec
tion of food for our native deer that
It makes this animal a very expensive
one to keep. That Is why the Axis
door and other foreign varieties are
such favorites.”
tugrtlirr Th*ff war* i>ium rah*,
lauuoii aMi-ka and u**y mndy.
Ttw plum ulur nmt l #a>to-
Tl>* Iwnnii *ll* k* *>ar t raula mm to,
Tb muw tatidy t <nl uh
hut*, tout* malar ut mm It ku*4 414
4mto hurl
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