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BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
jpould Not Sing the Old Songs—Great
Thrift—He Thought Not.—His
Enjoyment Interfered
AVith, Etc., Etc.
I
'‘l cannot sins the old songs,”
Though well 1 know the tuna
Anil I can carol like the bird
That sings in leafy June.
Yet though I'm full of music
As choirs of singing birds,
“I cannot sing the old songs ’—
I do not know the words.
I start on “Hail Columbia,”
And get to heaven-born band,
And there I strike an up-grade
lVith neither steam nor sand.
“Star-spangled banner” throws m
Right in my wildest screaming,
I start all right, hut dumbly come
To voiceless wreck at ‘ streaming.
So when I sing the old songs,
Don’t murmur or complain,
If "Ti, de ah da, turn de duin,”
Should fill the sweetest strain,
I love tiddv um duin di do.
And the trallala eep da dirds,
But “1 cannot sing the old songs’—
I do not know the words.
— Burdette.
Great Thrift.
Little Girl—“ Mrs. Brown, ma wants
1,0 know if she could borrow a dozen
eggs. She wants to put ’em under a
hen.”
Neighbor—“So you’ve got a hen set
ting, have you? I didn’t know you kept
hens.”
Little Girl—“No’m, we don’t, but
Mrs. Smith’s goin’ ter lend us a hen
that wants ter set, an’ ma thought if
you’d lend us some eggs we’ve got the
nest ourselfs.” —New York Sun.
He Thought. Not.
Miss Knight (to new acquaintance
whose name she did not catch) —“Ety-
mology of names is my favorite study.
My theory is that all names indicate what
the person’s ancestors were; for instance,
my ancestors were knights, the Smith
family were blacksmiths, and so forth.
I think it's the best way to tell what a
person is, don’t you, sir?”
Well no, he didn't, because his name
was Hogg.— Judge.
His Enjoyment Interfered With.
“That sermon was the finest effort I
ever heard,” saida man on Ins way home
from church. “I wouldn't have missed
it for $20.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed, it John,” said
his wife.
“Yes, I enjoyed it; hut there was one
thing that annoyed me.”
“What was that, John?”
“I had no change in my pocket less
than half a dollar for the contribution
box.”— New York Sun.
A Nice Regal Question.
Bobby had wickedly eaten part of the
preserves on the shelf, and so his mother
shut him in the closet.
On letting him out she discovered that
he had eaten the rest of the preserves.
Mightily displeased.she asked him why
be had done so.
“Because, ma,” Bobby replied, “I
heard pa tell one of his clients that a per
son couldn’t be punished twice for the
same offense.”— Epoch.
The Reason.
Wife—“ John, dear, I’m afraid you do
not love me as you used to do.”
Husband—“ Now what put that into
your head ?”
W. —“Well,you don't tell me you love
me. You don’t say as you used to say:
‘Mary, I would g.> to the world's end for
you.’ No, John, you never say that
now.”
H.—“Do you know the reason, dear?”
W. (sobbing)—“Yes, I know the
reason well; you have ceased to love
me.”
H. —Stuff and nonsense. I love you
more than ever and I would tell you so
>._r askmally, but I never get the chance.
You are always talking and I can't get
i word in edgeways.”— Boston Courier.
Just the Wife he Wanted.
She— “I confess, William, that your
proposal gives me pleasure. It would be
foolish to pretend that it does not, yet—
lie—“Yet, what? What possible ob
jection can you have to becoming my
wife? You know that 1 love you, that I
am able to provide for you—”*
“Yes, but I fear I would be but a
sorry housewife.”
“Why so?”
“Because I have never been to a cook
ing school.”
* ‘AH the better, dearest; all the bet
ter.”
“All the better':”
“Yes. ’iou will stay at home and at
tend to the cooking instead of wanting
to go out and lecture on the culinary art.
You are just the kind of a wife I want.”
—Boston Courier .
A Hopeless State of Affairs.
“Hiss tiara,” he said tremulously,
“Clara, dear Clara, if I had loved you
less, I could have told you that 1 loved
you long ago. The mad passionate de
votion of ”
Then he stopped.
Upon the girl’s face there was a wist
ful new-bonnet expression, that im
pelled him to pause.
“Excuse my rudeness, Mr. Sampson,”
she said, slowly •coming back to earth,
but, for the moment, my thoughts were
far away. You were saying——”
“I was saying,” explained Mr. Samp
son, reaching for his hat, “that it is gi t
ting late. Miss Hendricks, ami I will bid
you good-night. ” — Ejjoch.
Couldn’t I’ioaso Both.
A source of comfort to one person of
ten causes extreme annoyance to another.
When people of opposite feelings come
together a good deal of patience and
. courtesy is necessary iu order to g t
along pleasantly.
Hiding ou a railroad train, a gentle
man, sitting next an open window, was
tapped on the shoulder sharply bv a wo
man behind him, who said: “I wish
you’d shut that window right off, mister;
I’m freezing.”
“Freezing!” exclaimed another wo
man, who occupied the same seat with
the gentleman, “you ain't doing any
thing of the sort. * I’m just suffocating
with the beat.”
“I’m freezin’, I tell you!”
“Aud I tell you I’m suffocating,”
“I’ll tell you what to do,” said an
elderly man in the seat in front, turning
around impatiently; “shut the window,
by all means, until this one is suffocated,
and then open it until the other freezes
to death.”— Youth's Companion.
Warned.
“Who is that lantern jawed old fellow
: standing over there eating pie?” asked a
facetious young man from the East of the
belle of the evening at a Missouri ball.
“That’s my brother Ben,” was the icy
reply, “an’ when I tell ’im what you’ve
said, lie’ll lick—”
“Oh, you misunderstand rne. Imeant
that long, lank dandy with the clay pipe
thereby the window.”
“That’s my beau, young man, and
he’ll dandy you in ’bout a minnit and
two seckmds! Oh, he'll—”
“You surely misunderstand me. 1
meant that grinning old gawk stand in;
by that fat, ugly old woman in the green
dress.”
“Them’s my paw and maw, mister,and
if you want to git out of this country
you’d better start fer tall timber
right off. I'll give you fifteen minutes
start, an’ then I’ll turn Bill an’ my beau
an’ paw an’ maw loose, an’ they won’t
leave a grease spot where you stood last
if they kitch up with you. Now you
clear out fast!”— Tid-BUs.
Novel Method of Warfare.
A certain fort in the far West, so the
story goes, was in command of a major of
artillery who was constantly lamenting
that his favorite arm could not be more
frequently used against the Indians.
Finally one day he took one of the small
howitzers, which defended the fort, and
had it securely strapped to the back of
an army mule with the muzzle project
ing over the animal’s tail. With this
novel gun carriage he proceeded in high
feather with the captain aud a sergeant to
a bluff on the bank of the Missouri, near
which was encamped a band of friendly
Indians. The gun was duly loaded and
primed, the fuse inserted, and the mule
backed to the edge of the bluff. The
major remarked something about the
moral effect the exhibition was likely to
produce upon the Indian allies, and
stepped gayly forward and applied the
match.
The curiosity ot the mule was aroused.
He jerked his head around to see what
was fizzing away there on his neck, and
the next second his feet were all bunched
together and making forty revolutions a
minute, while the gun was threatening
everything under the canopy within a
radius of ten miles with instant destruc
tion. The captain shinned up the only
available tree. The sergeant threw him
self flat on the ground and tried to dig a
hole witli his bayonet to crawl into, while
the fat major rolled over and over in
agony, alternately invoking the protec
tion of Providence and railing at the
mule. Finally the explosion came, the
ball going through the roof of the fort.
The recoil of the gun and the wild leap
of the terrified mule carried both over
the bluff to a safe anchorage at the bot
tom of the river. The discomfited party
returned sadly to the fort.
Shortly after the chief of the Indians
appeared and announced briefly: “Injun
go home.”
Questioned as to why he thu3 ex
plained: “Injun ver’brave, help white
man. Injun use gun, use bow-arrow,
use knife; but when white man fire off
whole jackass Injun no understand, no
think right. Injun no help um fight
that way.— Toronto World.
A Handsome Mecrseli mm Pi<\
Perhaps the finest specimen of a meer
schaum pipe in the United States is
owned by Janies Addington, of East
Aurora, this county. It was made as a
masterpiece from the factory of J f, jinz
Iliess, Yiennahess, Germany, anu was
exhibited in Germany, England and
France, and afterward taken to Sidney,
Australia, by the manufai turer's agent.
It w r as there sold to a large tobacco
dealer, who valued it at SSOO, and from
whom Mr. Addington bought it. The
pipe is thirteen inches in length from the
bow! to the tip of the mouthpiece. The
bowl is one and one-half inches lrgh and
represents an old stump with the bark
partially fallen off, and from the back of
which iias sprouted a young scrub, the
leaves and branches of which are perfect.
Ou the front of the stump is a lizard: at
the base of the stump are the most deli
cate leaves and ferns. On the stem,
which is about three quarters of an inch
in diameter and eight inches long, is
carved a bed of ferns and grass, in which
are standing three perfectly formed
horses. The hisses are- so exquisitely
carved that each muscle is visible. The
bowl and stem are carved by hand from
one pice of meerschaum. Attached to
the stem is an amber moutli-piece three
inches long, on which is carved a horse’s
head. For this mouth-piece a'one Air.
Addington has been offered seventy dol
lars. It is very seldom that such an ele
gant piece of hand-carving as this pipe
is to be seen. It took the workman three
years to complete the task, he having
tried seven pieces of meerschaum before
finding a piece out of which the pipe
could be cut. —Buffalo Couri r.
The Bohemian’s Love For Music.
Anton Dvorak says that in Bohemia
every child must study music. “The
law enacting this is old,” said he; “it
was once repealed, but is now in force
again. Herein, I consider, lies one great
i secret of our national talent for music in
my country. Our national tunes and
chorales came, as it were, from the very
heart of the people, and beautiful things
they were. 1 intend some day writing an
oratorio into, which I shall introduce
some of these chorales. The Slavs oil
love music. They may work all day in
the fields, out they are always singing,
aud the true musical spirit burns bright
within them. How they love the dance,
tool On Sunday, when church is over,
they begin their music and dancing, and
often keep it up without cessation till
early in the following morning. Each
village has its band of eight or ten mu
sicians—l belonged to ours as soon as I
i could fiddle a little. It is supported bv
the dancers, who pay nothing to go in,
but in the middle of their polka or waltz
a couple is stopped by one of the mu
sicians, and not allowed to continue
until they have paid as manykreutzers
as they can afford. AYheu all is over the
band divide their earnings, aud mine, of
course, used to be handed forthwith to
my father.” —Providence Journal.
The first cotton was raised in the
United States in 1021.
LIFE IN MANILA.
PICTURESQUE SCENES IN THE
PHILIPPINE CAPITAL.
Pedlers of Luscious Mangoes ami
Cocoanut Products—Midday Si
esta —Luxuriant Hair of the
Women—Plaza La Lunetta*
People arise early in the morning here,
writes a Manila correspondent of the St.
Louis Rpublican, retire late at night and
do the major portion of their sleeping
during the middle of the day when the
sun is hot and it is not pleasant to work.
Long before daylight the streets are
noisy with moving vehicles of ail sorts
and crowds of bare-legged, bare-armed
natives of all sizes liuriy hither and
thither on multifarious errands con
nected with the housekeeping and mer
cantile needs of the day. Their costume
eonsists, solely, as to the men, of a pair
of very thin muslin pants roiled up as
close to the hips as possible, and when a
shirt is worn it hangs outside the pants;
the front is thrown open and the sleeves
are rolled up to the shoulders. Occa
sionally a hat is worn, which is shaped
like a wash basin, and is made of fin
ished bamboo strips or sheets of tortoise
shell. The women wear gaily-colored
calico skirts and a loose jacket of calico
or muslin. These articles comprise their
entire apparel. In the throng may be
seen an occasional Mestizo or native lady,
with her long-trained and gorgeously
colored skirt, with black silk or satin
apron, worn I ehind instead of in front,
and the pretty waist with flowing lace
trimmed sleeves, and rich, fluffy lace
handkerchief, in which her head, with
its wreath of glossy jet black hair, rests
like the petal of a lily. The hair of the
average Mestizo, or native lady, is the
most attractive feature of her person. It
is always as black a 3 night, usually
reaches far below her waist and grows
mo-it luxuriantly. She washes it every
morning, or, at least, every other morn
ing, and after the ablution anoints it
liberally with cocoanut oil, which is
almost as cheap as dirt. You can get
half a gallon of it for fifteen cents at
retail. .Many a native girl trots along'
the streets in these early morning groups
bare-footed and bare-armed, with about
twenty-five cents’ worth of clothes on
her and a mass of glossy black tresses
hanging almost to her heels, that would
be considered worth a fortune by an
American belle.
Probably the most novel features of
these early morning scenes on the streets
are the groups, pairs, and single natives
Doming to market with their loads of
vegetables, fruits, nuts, herbs, etc.
They have no horses or carts, but carry
very heavy loads on the r shoulders by
means of a stiip of bamboo, at each end
of which, suspended by thin ropes of
bamboo fibre, is quite a large basket, or
woven bamboo tray, filled with produce.
One of these baskets carried in the arms
would be a load for a very strong man,
yet one of these Indians, by means of
the elastic strip of bamboo, will carry
two and trot along at a brisk rate. At
each step the bamboo springs up and
down, assisting the beaver quite mate
rially by relieving him of hall the weight
for an instant.
A group of this sort is Quite pic
turesque, the gayly-eoiored dresses of
the women, their black glossy hair
streaming down their backs aud being
tossed upon the fragrant and cool eariy
morning breeze: the colored shirts of
the men thrown open in front showing
their mahogany-colored breasts, the
rhythmical motion of their forms blend
ing with the rich beauty of the tropical
landscape outside the city.
When the sun^. up there come forth
on the streets a :* * iad of pedlers of all
sorts, from the Chinaman with a whole
dry goods store dangling at either end of
a bamboo pole to the scantily dressed
native woman with a broad bamboo tray
on her head filled with “gobs” of rice
paste, cocoanut and sugar, which she
sells for “dos cuatros” or one copper per
“gob.” Then there are women with
huge trays of luscious mangoes, the most
delicious fruit in the world, and found
in perfection only on the Philippines:
women and boys with great baskets of
boiled and roasted green corn, who sell
four ears for a copper: women with
cocoanut shells filled with rare guava
jelly, selling four full shells for twenty
cents; pedlers of all sorts of sweets in
which rice is one of the chief component
parts; pedlers of every conceivable thing
used in housekeeping, and more beggars
than you can count. AVhen the sun be
gins to near tbe meridian the roar and
bustltj of traffic dies away, and by noon
the streets are almost deserted, the heat
driving almost every one under cover.
A Sabbath-day quiet reigns until about
4 o’elo k, wheu the vehicles begin to
roll again, the pedlers awaken from their
midday siestas and the beggars uncover
their deformities and emerge into the
open streets to frighten timid women
aud children, and plead piteously with
the pedestrians, who usually give them
a copper or two to induce them to get
out of sight. The beggars are a choice
lot, and present some of the umst sick
ening malformations that you can
imagine.
By 0 o’clock the streets are filled with
carriages of all sorts, the horses racing
along at full speed, and as they afe
largely occupied by ladies dressed in
bright colors, and with nothing on their
heads but a bit of ribbon or la e, the
scene is quite attractive. Everybody’s
obje tive point it this hour of the day is
La Eunetta, a large, well-kept plaza on
the shore of the bay, where a military
band of some sixty to seventy-five pieces
discourses music that would not be dis
creditable to Gilmore. Here many of
the visitors leave their carriages and
promenade up and down the smoothly -
graveled -pice about the music stand,
but the majority remain seated and
drive around the va-t driveway with
the immense cavalcade. Here all the
fashion, youth and beauty of the city as
semble almost nightly, inhale the brac
ing sea breeze and chat with their friends.
At 8 o'clock the music ceases and the
hundreds of e-irriages whirl with their
oc upants over the smooth roals to
dinner. Everybody dines at 8 o'clock,
and from y o’clock to 12 o'clock mako or
receive calls. At midnight the city is
as quiet as a graveyard.
The remains of the late General
Quincy Adams were interred at West
Point. He was born in Lorain County,
Ohio, in 1825.
Child Labor in India,
By the way, in every shop that we
have visited, says Carter Harrison’s Bom
bay letter, the most costly articles were
j for the American market. In this shop
: we saw a score or more of men at work
lon friezes and entablatures for a Air.
Forrest, of New York. I would like
that he should see this letter, for it would
he a pleasure when he sips his wine and
looks upon his elaborate sideboard of
! teakwood to know that some of the most
I exquisite of its rich carvings was done
by a father and son, the little fellow
being only seven years old. How his
little taper fingers would handle the tiny
chisel and how accurate was his eye when
he wrought from the hard, meaningless
wood, a flower that almost had an odor,
so soft were its petals. The child had
inherited the talent of its father, as he
had done from his parent, and so through
a long line, perhaps far back to those
people whose handicraft made the rich
relics in marble and wood of four cen
turies ago. Here children follow the
father's craft. It is deemed a sort of
family disgrace for the children to permit
the profession of their father to die out
in their generation. A boy steps from
his mother's arm, aye, from her very
breast (for children are not weaned until
four or five years old), into a companion
ship with the father aud a partaker of
his toil and a cop er of his art. We have
been in several small carpet weavers’
houses at Amritsir and Lanore and other
places, and everywhere a large part of
the weaving was done by little boys.
Carpets are not woven with a shuttle,
but each thread of the yarn or woof is
put into the warp with deft fingers, the
left hand opening the one for the right
to insert the other. A piece of yarn is
run through and then cut off with a knife
to make the even, velvety tuft. The
weaver does not have a design before
him, hut another boy sits in front with
the design and calls out the next color to
be inserted in a sort of chant. The
weaver repeats this as he runs the color
in. The first boy calls out for one or
more who are on the other side of the
web, and thus dictates for them all. To
one not understanding the thing the
chant would be taken tor a sort of reli
gious exercise. In one shop in the Pun
jab there was no fixed design at all.
There were four wmavers on a rug, say
ten by fifteen feet. Tney had a common
idea in their heads, but each worked out
his portion of the carpet simply with a
free hand as he went. There were in the
shops named above two beautiful fabrics
being woven for New York. There
were two dictators aud, I think, five
weavers. They progress only a few
inches a day. The manager, to my in
quiry as to the cost of these, simply re
plied: “They are very costly. That is
what the Americans wmnt.”
Old-Time Missouri Courtship.
“AYhen I was a young man,” said the
politician, “I traveled in the Southwest
considerably, selling saddles, etc. On
one of my trips I stopped over night in
a settler’s cabin in Southeast Alissouri.
The settler and his family were mighty
cordial, gave rue the best they had and
made me welcome to a bunk on the floor
with them. The oldest daughter was
sixteen or seventeen years old and a per
fect beauty for her situation. She was
the kind of girl a novelist would break
his neck to get hold of for heroine.
She’d be very picturesque and pleasing
in a book, but I shudder when I think
of her in real life. She took quite a shine
to me and before we laid down she had
told me nearly everything she ever heard.
A heavy rain fell during the night, and
as the roads had been heavy before, they
were not passable the next morning. So
1 had to stay at the cabin. The girl w r as
very attentive the three days I was there,
and on the evening of the last day she
said: ‘ Say. is you uns married?’ I told
her ‘no,’ and wanted to know why she
asked. ‘ Well, if you uns ain’t’ she said,
‘we uns might get spliced.’
The speaker paused to allow his hear
ers time to break all their buttons and
then proceeded:
“Her father approved heartily of the
plan. ‘ I’ve been wishing you uns would
hitch ever since I seen you uns,’ he said,
and the whole family was so congratu
latory that I was afraid to decline. I
pretended to accept, and offered to ride
to the meeting house about twenty miles
away aud get the preacher. They
laughed at the idea. ‘ \Ve uns can marry
ourselves by kissing over a candle,’ the
girl said. I insisted on the preacher’,
and after a long argument got my horse
out to ride for him. Just as I was about
to mount the girl came out of the cabin
arrayed to go with me. That was too
much. I mounted in a hurry, laid switch
to the horses’ flanks and rode off at the
top of the horse’s speed. I have never
seen the charmer since. ” — Post Dispatch.
The Agility of Buffaloes.
An old buffalo hunter who was en
gaged in supplying the larder of an over
land railway construction camp tells one
of his experiences to the Forest and
Stream: On rushed the herd, now thor
oughly frightened, and as we hurried on
afUr them we fairly shouted in triumph
as ve saw that right in front of them ran
a m ine which, we could see at a point
beyond, was at least forty feet deep.
Tile ravines in this light subsoil, torn out
by the deluging rains that occasionally
fail on the plains, were commonly broken
off at the edges just as steep as soil could
hang, aud as the buffalo were sweeping
on like a fornado, with little time to
look before they leaped, I felt sure that
our hunt was ended, the meat supply as
sured, and only regretted the unneessary
slaughter sure to follow as the fated herd
plunged down the steep. I would not
have thanked any man to insure us fifty
head of dead or crippled buffalo. Over
they went, 5(10 yards ahead of us, anil
we slackened our pace to a walk and be
gan planning how to get the meat of the
slaughtered herd up the nearly perpen
dicular walls of the ravine. When within
2 0 yards of the brink, to our amazement
a buffalo appeared clambering up the
face of the other wall of the ravine, at a
point that we afterward found taxed the
climbing powers of a footman. Another
and another came bobbing up. and we
dre w up the horses, utterly dumfounded,
that every one, even to the calves,
had made the plunge in safety.
This, tome, was one of the most note
worthy things that ever came under my
observation. Many times afterward we
saw buffalo tracks on the slight projec
tions of the walls of these deep gullies,
in plates where we could only stop and
stare.
CANNED GOODS.
A BUSINESS THAT HAS GROWN
INTO VAST PROPORTIONS.
The Trade Boomed By the AVar —
The Great Variety of Goods
That Are Canned —A
Mistaken Idea
An industry in this country which has
grown to enormous proportions'is that
of preserving food products by canning
and battling. In 1807 AI. Appert, a
distinguished French chemist, found
that organic substances remained fresh
an indefinite time by being kept from
contact with the air. Comparatively
little use was made of this invention for
many years except by sailors. About
the year 1835, however, a small local
trade sprang up in this country in canned
oysters and tomatoes. The discovery of
gold in California gave an impetus to
the trade, but the first great expansion
of it was during the civil war. Since
that time the canned goods trade has
advanced by leaps and bounds until at
present there is a capital of $11,000,000
invested here in fruit and vegetable
canning alore, giving employment to
35,000 persons, who earn yearly $3,000,-
000, and turn out of goods $20,000,000,
leaving a net profit of about twenty per
cent, to the investors.
During the war advantage was taken
by the cnion Commissariat Department
of the economy in bulk and the ease in
transportation of canned goods. Canned
meat was found useful for rations in
forced marches; canned milk was a
valuable substitute for fresh milk in the
hospitals when the latter could not be
had, and the health of the army was
largely maintained by canned fruit and
vegetables.
At the end of the war those engaged
in the manufacture of these goods turned
their attention to supplying the European
markets with salmon and lobster. The
lobster export trade had started ten years
previously in the New England States.
Soon after the Canadians begau the
salmon packing industry, but did not
meet with success. But the utilization
of the enormous run of salmon up the
Columbia and other rivers on the
Pacific coast put new life into the in
dustry. Some idea of how much the
trade has grown may be gathered from
the fact that, while in 1800 the pack
of salmon was only 4000 cases, during the
past four years it has averaged 3,800,
000.
The next great era in the trade was the
compression of corned beef. Chicago,
being a great cattle centre, at once
embarked heavily in this enterprise.
Foreign governments largely recognized
the value of this system of preserving
beef. They ordered large quantities of
it for consumption by their war forces.
Aluch of this was stored as a reserve in
case of war, but as the supply was
exhausted it has been continually re
newed. to the profit of the American.
The success of the Americans in canning
goods provoked the English and French
people to emulation. L nable to compete
with the United States in what had been
already done, they turned their attention
to the canning of delicacies. This trade
was developed to a very large extent in
Europe, and extended to this country.
But the importation of these goods has
fallen off in recent years, as this country
has gone into the manufacture of this
class of goods, and produces a much
' cheaper article, not at all inferior to the
imported.
The developement of the canned goods
industry has been great, but the variety
af articles treated in this way has been
even greater. Beginning as it did with
ship’s beef, it has extended until it em
braces nearly all the desirable food pro
ducts of the vegetable and animal king
dom. Lieut. Greely, after his famous
Arctic expedition, said that canned ap
ples, peaches, pears, rhubarb, green
peas, green corn, onions, potatoes
and tomatoes were all subjected to a
temperature of sixty degrees below zero.
They were solid for many mouths at a
time, the second summer they thawed,
and the following winter they were
frozen solid again. When these articles
were eaten they presented the same ap
pearance as though freshly canned, and
their flavor was as good when the last
can was opened as during the first month.
Canned goods have proved a great
boon to the housekeeper. In cities, at
any rate, the goods preserved are cheaper
than if bought in the fresh condition.
This arises from the fa t that they are
always packed where the material is
cheapest and most abundant. A great
economy is exerci-ed, too, by the whole
sale preparation of meat and fish.
The popular idea that canned goods
are injurious to health is a mistake.
Tin, which forms the coating ot the thin
iron plates of which the cans are made,
is not acted on at ail by any ordinary
acids or by the gases of decomposition.
Certain firms in this city have followed
up every case of alleged poisoning from
canned goods without finding a single
one of them authentic. The ordinary
precautions of taste and smell as applied
to fresh goods are a sufticient protection
against danger in similar goods when
canned, and judging by the progress of
the past decade in thi3 method of food
preservation, it seems likely to have a
still larger future before it. —New York
Sun.
Whore the Moccasins Como From.
“Aloccasiiis, the genuine article made
by Indians, are not, found in Eastern
trade to any extent,” said a traveling
salesman for a New. York firm to a Sun
reporter. ‘ They can only be found in
the West; but even there the supply is
limited and quickly exhausted.”
‘‘Don't the red men make moccasins
for sale to customers direct ?”
“No, not as a. general thing. The
Indians have a peculiar process of tan
ning the leather, which makes it very
pliable and soft. It is quite different
from the stock found in factories, and is
m ich tougher and finer in quality.”
“What do the Indians get tor their
moccasins.;”
“They have no regular prices. They
often exchange them for food or
clothing.”
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A Kentucky newspaper claims the in
vention of the drink known as Tom and
Jcrty for.lack Shingler, an ecceutr c old
shoemaker. .ho origin ited it a third of
a century ago and nan.ed it after Thomas
. e i* rs>n and the biblical prophet Jere
miah. J
Novel Method of Fishing.
The two Indians were going to show
us their method of catching trout and
salmon. AVhile not sportsmanlike it was
decidedly interesting.
They first select a suitable hole with
fish enough to be an object. In this case
it was about 200 yards long, thirty feet
wide, and varying in depth to ten feet.
At the bottom, lazily swimming around,
were a number of big fish. From a sack
Johnnie produced two light gill nets,
which were stretched across the stream,
about forty yards apart. Then he pro
duced the tips of a spear, which were
bound to a strong willow pole. These
tips when thrust into a fish come off the
pole, but are held by buckskin strips.
; Now we are ready for business. Kocks
are thrown into the water and the
startled fish dart about, and in a mo
ment the floats of a net are jerked
violently under the water! The fish
writhes and twists, tangling himself up
hopelessly, and is sosu taken out by his
dusky captors. Sometimes a heavy fish
would break the net and escape, but not
often. After a number had been caught
this way the frightened fish hid under
| the rocks and sulked. Then the spear
came into play, several being taken.
■On receiving the 1 arbs they would
struggle violently, and being hauled
| out by main strength and awkwardness
I would make a good fight,
il fi.Most of the fish had now taken refuge
under large rocks in the deepest part,
I and were clear out of sight. Then one
of the Indians with a small net eighteen
inches in diameter, in the mouth of
which was bent a willow pole, making
it resemble the ordinary landing net,
slipped quietly into the almost freezing
cold water and disappeared under a
large rock. I held my breath in amaze
ment, and after he had been underneath
nearly a minute I conluded he had
drowned. But no; away down a dark
mass came slowly out and quickly rose
to the surface. AYith a snort his head
popped up, while in the net under his
i arm a twelve-pound fish was struggling.
He crawled out shivering, and after a
sun bath was ready for another plunge.
Along the bank for thirty feet was a
shelving rock under which several fish
had taken refuge. Propelling himself
along frog fashion, the Ind’an cleared
it at one dive, catching one fish and
driving out the rest.
Thus they kept at work, until, after
! about three hours’ work, not a fish was
left in the hole that would weigh as
much as a pound. They caught about
400 pounds of these fish on this trip.
During the height of the fishing season
the Indians from the reservation visit
this stream by tribes, and for miles en
tirely clear the river of fish.— Forest and
Stream.
Almost Frozen in Bitumen.
A singular and at the same time serio
comic accident, happened to a Paris
watchman named Parnot. Parnot was
employed near the Champ de Alars to
look after some buildings which were in
the course of construction, and in order
to keep himself warm during the night
he put some planks over a cauldron of
boiling bitumen, aud, covering himself
carefully up, went to steep on them.
During the night the planks gave way
by degrees, and the man slid gently into
the bitumen. Under normal conditions
he ought to have been boiled, but. the
bitumen was just beginning to feel the
effects of the frost, and so the watchman
was saved from a horrible death. Un
luckily, however, the bitumen before
thoroughly freezing had adhered to Par
not’s clothes and flesh, and about four
o'clock in the morning he was awakened
by cold which seemed to have entered
j the marrow of his bones. On endeavor
i ing to get tip, he found himself glued to
| a bed of adamant, and shouted ener-
I getically for help. His cries attracted
I some matutinal marauders who were
| prawling around the locality for plunder,
I and these worthies, instead of helping
i the unfortunate man out of his bitumi
j nous bed,eased him of his watch, a purse
j containing a small sum of money, and
j his knife, after which they indulged in
j unseasonable chaff as to his inability to
“rise with the lark,” and finally left him
ito his fate. Parnot was nearly frozen to
! death when the workmen arrived in the
morning and extricated him from his
perilous position. He had to be admitted
to the hospital as an urgent case, for not
| only were his feet frozen, but he had
j seriously injured himself in his energetic
but ineffectual endeavors to rise. —Ad
vertiser.
Mourning of Many Countries.
The National Educator gives the fol
lowing list of colors used for mourning in
different parts of the world:
Black —The color of mourning in
Europe and ancient Borne
B’ack and White Striped —Expressive
of sorrow and hope combined; worn by
the South-Sea Islanders.
Grayish Brown —The color of the earth;
worn in Ethiopia.
Pale Brown —The color of withered
leaves; worn in Persia.
Sky-blue —Expressive of hope for the
deceased: worn in Syria, Cappadocia
and Armenia.
Deep-blue —The mourning of Bokhara
in Central Asia.
Purple and Violet — Denotes royalty;
worn for cardinals, etc., of France. Vio
let is the mourning ot Turkey.
White —Mourning of C hina. Until
1498 it was the mourning of Spain.
Yellow —Mourning worn in Egypt and
Burmsh. Yellow may be regarded as a
token of exaltation.
Petty Thieving in City Groceries.
“The Italian women,’’says a Philadel
phia grocer, “train their children from
the toddlers up to pick up a handful of
coffee, white beans or rice or potatoes,
prime dried apples, in short anything
they can extract from its receptacle while
we are not looking, and while the mother
is buying four cents’ worth of kerosene
oil, they slip the things into their pock
ets so slick that it would take a more
skilled man than an average detective
to catch them in the act. The ‘sampling’
in larger grocery stores by the better
class of buyers is a nicnic alongside with
the petty larceny of these customers we
have to deal with. It is astonishing of
what similar allowances a shrewd grocer
has to make in figuring tiie cost of store
service and profits on goods sold. Some
people think it is simply first cost of
goods, store rent, taxes and licenses and
clerk hire, but the man who figures that
way in putting on his prices never makes
a bright anu shining success of the busi
ness. "--Philadelphia News.