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By George McManus
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One Snake from Another
By *Bud’ Fisher
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We Must Confess Pa’s No Lady
.:. In-Shoots
The Tiniest Picture.
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Tt J R. SAMUEL SCHULTZ, who
I VJL llas a scenic and mural paint
ing studio at Wilmington. in
Delaware, has won, despite a lifetime
spent in painting: subjects in heroic
sizes, the unique distinction of hav
ing made the smallest landscape
painting in the world.
This picture was executed on a
grain of corn, and the painter has
only now recovered it after having
lost possession *>f it for more than
forty years. Having lost track of the
picture, which he made in 1 S6t*. when
he was only 19 years old, Schultz de
cided recently to try to recover it.
He advertised in several foreign
newspapers, with the result that the
tiny landscape came to him in its
original frame a few days ago. the
painting, in color and line, being as
sharp and clear as on the day of its
execution.
The particular grain of corn used
came from an ear that Mr. Schultz
as a lad picked on the estate of
Jamea Ru< Italian, fifteenth President
of the United States, at Wheatland,
Pa. He had gone there to attend the
ex-President's funeral, and plucked
the ear of corn as a souvenir. As
for the picture itself, a well known
artist, who saw ft many years ago,
declared it was a masterpiece of
miniature painting.
Where No Money Is Used.
The Island of Ascension, in the At
lantic Ocean, is of volcanic forma
tion, and lias a population of only
450. It was uninhabited until the
confinement of Napoleon at St. Hel
ena, when it was occupied by a small
British force.
Ascension is governed by a captain
appointed by the British Admiralty.
There is no private property in land,
no rents, no taxes and no use for
money. The flocks and herds are
public property and the meat is. is
sued as rations. So are the vegeta
bles grown on the farms. When an
island fisherman mattes a catch he
! brings it to the guardroom, where it
is issued by the sergeant major.
Practically the entire population are
sailors, and they work at most of the
common trades. The muleteer is a
Jack Tar; so is the gardener; so are
the shepherds, the stockmen. the
grooms, carpenters and plumbers.
The climate is almost perfect and
' anything can be grown.
Still Room for Reform.
‘ Samuel,” said Mrs. Sternwife, ' you
have not yet told me what good re
solve you have made since your birth
day.”
“Why, my dear,” protested Sam.
■ “you know that I have no small vices
or bad habits at all. Don’t you know
that you have induced me to stop
card playing and smoking and drink
ing and going out at nights, and
everything else I used to think that
I wanted to do?”
“Yes, my dear.” answered Mrs.
Sternwife; “but it sometimes seems
to me that you read the advertise
ments of liquors and cigars with a
' sinful satisfaction. It would be better
for you if you siVould sternly and
firmly resolve to shun them here
after.”
And poor Samuel shrank farther
and farther into the nice new house
coat that she had made for him from
! her dolman. <
Starting Results.
I A butcher whose business had been
steadily declining, owing chiefly to a
rival having set up on the opposite
side of the street, confided to his min
ister that lie saw nothing for it but
to close his shop and leave the town.
The clergyman suggested that per
haps he had not made serious efforts
to retain the trade; but the butcher re
plied that he had done all he knew,
without success.
“But,” said the minister, “have you
tried the effect of prayer?”
No, he had not thought of trying
| prayer, but he would do so before put-
j ting up the shutters.
A week elapsed, when the minister,
! chancing to pass the butcher's - shop,
! found him radiant with delight.
“Well,” the cleric asked, “did you
try the power of prayer?”
“Oh, yes,” was the reply, "and I wish
I had tried it before. 1 prayed the
] very night you left me, and on the fol-
j lowing morning the fellow across the
! street broke his neck.”
Puzzled,
“The thirst for knowledge reveals
many things, amusing as well as other
wise,” remarked an eminent author,
“and as an illustration i will tell you a
little story about an office boy em
ployed by a friend of mine,
i “I noticed one day that the boy was
! reading a volume of Shakespeare, and
j his expression denoted great interest
\ and happiness. 1 was surprised to find
| a boy of his age so engrossed in Shake
speare.
“Going over to-him. I asked him if he
liked the book.
“ 'Oh, yes, sir.’ he replied, ‘it’s great.
Did you ever read it, sir?’
“ ‘D’yer know what he talks about,
sir?’ he asked.
“ ‘Why, yes, my boy, I think I dq.
Why?’
“ 'Then maybe you can help me ’
“ ‘What is it?’ I asked.
“ ‘Well, sir,’ he said, ‘i want to know
which was the man, Romeo or Juliet? ’*
“ Eating-’’ the Evidence.
The counsel for the prosecution in
a recent trial had a frightful cold,
and when he rose to make his ap
peal to the jury he had in his hand
a box of lozenges. Ir| the course of
his speech he had occasion to pick
up a pistol bullet, which was a very
important piece of evidence.
“Gedlebed,” he said, “this is the
bullet egstragded frob the body ob
der bad. Dow, gedlebed”—he took a
lozenge—“id is gontended by the de-
fedse dat der brisoder dever had a
bisdol dat dis bullet would fit. ad—
ad ” He stopped suddenly ; his
bosom heaved, his eyes seemed
starting from their sockets.
“Oh, gedlebed, gedlebed!” he cried
in agonized tones; “I’ve swallowed
the bullet.”