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3 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.*"