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THE GEORGIAN’S NEWS BRIEFS.
The Baseball Fan-nie * by nell brinkley
Copyright, 1913, International New* 3crGc».
This is me and I’m with Him—and didn’t
he have to answer a lot of foolish questions,
oh! But he never peeped once.
Here is a fat, pretty woman I
saw at the game. Her hankie-
hat looked like a postage stamp.
These two were at the game, too, but
why I don’t know—they hardly ever noticed
it.
W HAT strikes you most about her is that she makes herself so
“at home.” Hat off—so the air can keep the top of her pretty
head cool; her parasol leaned against the railing; her own
self slouched down in the middle of her back, which health-preachers
say is bad for us. but which is mighty comfortable; in one hand a fan
fluttering hard like a butterfly—the only thing about her that works;
in the other hand a tall, frosty glass, or a tall, cool bottle—the prickly
liquid inside it going via a double straw to her lips that only utop
drinking long enough to gurgle, “Good boy, Dent!”
T WO hundred and ten years
ago Peter the Great began
building the city of St. Pe
tersburg, a piece of work that
perhaps stands second to none as
an illustration of what can be
accomplished by indomitable Will
Power.
The building of a city upon the
miry delta of the Neva involved
the overcoming of tremendous
natural difficulties. Peter’s engi
neers said it could not be done,
but Peter said it could, and with
characteristic grit the Czar w'ent
to work building his city, which,
he said, should be the "Window
from which he could look out
upon Europe.”
Thousands of peasants were
ordered to the field of operations,
and great piles were driven down
into the marsh for a foundation
Masons were scarce, but Peter
met the difficulty by an order for
bidding the erection of stone
buildings throughout the Empire.
The imperial strong box ran low,
but the indefatigable man taxed
everything he could think of for
the raising of the requisite funds.
The men died like sheep at the
shambles, but with a determina
tion remorseless as fate the Czar
kept at the task. Dividing the
supervision of the work between
himself and his lieutenants, he
tolled away with the energy of a
demon, and by 1712 sufficient ad
vance had been made to permit
of the transfer of the Court from
Moscow.
But an imperial capital and a
royal court required a considera
ble amount of polish in Its setting,
and so Peter issued a decree that
all Russian proprietors who
owned five hundred serfs or
over should build residences in
the new capital and spend at least
the winters there. By 1800 the
population was 220,000; by 1864,
500,000; by 1900, 1,200,000; and to
day it is 2,000,000—a wonderful
monument to the will power and
dogged resolution of one man—a
man who never in his life took
"no” for an answer. A giant in
stature and in intelloct, the
founder of St. Petersburg and of
modern Russia must alw'ays rank
among the very greatest of the
sons of men, a miracle of will
power, one of the most amazing
instances w’e have of the energy
that does things.
Only One Left.
"I don’t know whether to accept
this testimonial or not,” rrrused the
hair restorer man.
“What’s the matVer with it?’’ de
manded the advertising manager.
"Well,” explained the boss, “the
man writes, ‘I used to have three bald
spots on the top of my head, but since
using one bottle of your hair restorer
I have only one.*"