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THE GEORGIAN’S NEWS BRIEFS Georgian’s Comic Page By George McManus I Wl^HTpiS VTA NO STfLt. IF 'YOU SIT c>ovrs too*se v^ILL <^VE US ^ COME ON - don’t tr^ To <SO BACK IN THERE- toutl <ET killed: ALL A CHANCE TO SEE f —. MR Jk^s: WHAT ARE Tou DOIN^ COME ON OUT amo pot ^ OUT ACAIN k * v - .kr - - — ) - /"To n ) lj\ W ^ Em m \ One Snake from Another By *Bud’ Fisher V We Must Confess Pa’s No Lady .:. In-Shoots The Tiniest Picture. v 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.”