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SUNDAY MORNING.
PUNCH AND JUDY. ~ r "
Origin and Evolution of This Popular
English Puppet Show.
The drama of ‘‘Punch and Judy”
is supposed to have originated in
Italy about 1600. It soon spread
and became very popular in Eng
land, especially in the reign of
Queen Atone, l" <O2-14. The abuse
of performing in churches had led
to the practice of performing plays
in Inn yards, on scaffolds upon a
yrecn adjoining a town or village,
sometimes in public halls of- bor
oughs and cities and sometimes in
the dwellings of the nobility. This
drama, as originally performed, was
very lengthy as compared with the
present and had never any pro
gramme or bill of fare, hut largely
worked in passing events.
About JB.IH, however, a play was
ftHv which the following is an
c °f the plot: Mr. Punch is
?b4<fmtleinan of .very courtly pres
ence and marries a lady of the
name of Mrs. Judy. This is the
distinguishing title of maiden la
dies not ennobled, a title which Mrs.
Judy retains in wedlock also. The
issue of the marriage is a beauti
ful child, a little girl, whom Mr.
Punch kills in a fit of frenzy, but
as the deed is accomplished Mrs.
Judy enters, but leaves the scene to
return wit h a bludgeon, with which
she belabors her lord and master.
The tables are soon turned, how
ever, and the dead infant and th>
dying mother are shot out through
the window into the street. The
house bring entered, Punch escapes
on horseback to Spain. The play
ends in a satire, idleness being rep
resented by a black dog, disease bv
a doctor, death by a skeleton and
the devil first by a beautiful woman,
then in propria persona, dragging
Punch to the infernal regions. But
the .attempt fails, and Punch tri
umphs over doctor, death and the
devil.
The drama was entitled “Punch
and Judy,” which appellation the
puppet performance still retains.
In 1710 there was no dog in the
play, but a pig, so well trained that
it danced a minuet with Mr. Punch.
Mrs. Grundy.
Every one knows Hint “What will
Mrs. Grundy say?” is a question
tantamount to “What will gossip
have to say about it?” but few peo
ple know anything about Mrs.
Grundy herself.
The character of Mrs. Grundy
originated in Thomas Morton’s com
edy of “Speed the Plow,” which was
first acted in London in 1798. The
garrulous old lady does not appear
at all upon the scene, but is fre
quently mentioned by Dame Ash
field in her conversations with her
husband, for she is envious of Mrs.
Grundy’s good luck. Farmer Ash
iield becomes thoroughly exasperat
ed and exrlaims:
“lie quiet, will ye? Always din
ning Dame Grundy in my ears.
‘What will Mrs. Grundy say? What
“will Mrs. Grundy think?’ Canst
thou be quiet and let her alone?”
The audience took up the cry,
“What wilt Mrs. Grundy say?” and
Mrs. Grundy came to be considered
a garrulous and scandalous old wo
man, the typical gossip of the town,
whom it would be well to shun and
who should never be allowed to gain
a knowledge of any affairs which we
should mind having proclaimed
from the housetops.
The Editor Turned.
“Here is a poem, which you may
publish in your paper,” said a young
man, with eyes in a line frenzy roll
ing, as he entered the editorial
room. “1 dashed it off rapidly in
an idle moment, and you will find it
in a rough state, as it were. You
can make such corrections as you
think necessary.”
“Ah, much obliged,” said the ed
itor. “1 will giye you a check for it
at once.”
“You are very kind;" said the
contributor. “I shall be delight
ed.”
“There you are,” said the other,
handing him the check.
“Many thanks,” exclaimed the
young man. “1 will bring you some
other poems.”
When he got to the door, he sud
denly paused, then came back.
“Excuse me,” he said, “but you
forgot to fill up the chfeck. You
have not written the date nor the
amount, nor have you signed your
name.”
“Oh,” said the editor, “that is ail
right. Y'ou see, I have given you a
check in its tough 3tate, as it were.
You can make such corrections as
you think necessary.”
Where They Fall Down.
Smith —Women are rapidly as
suming all the positions formerly
occupied by men.
Jones —Yes, but there is one vo
cation in which they fail to score.
Smith —What is that?
Jones— Soliciting life insurance.
They invariably talk a man to death
before getting him insured. —Chica-
go News. ,
A White
Mail’s &5£
Choice
Copyright, 1901, by Martha
McChilloch- Williams
Jimmy Marion was no great shakes.
In the mind of Brush Creek Jimmy
had but two redeeming qualities. One
was being his father's son, the other
that lie had wit enough to love his fa
ther’s ward, Oressy Oliphant.
Upon a summer morning Creasy
called to him over her shoulder: "Jim
my. do come on! You are the slowest
old thing! And you know I hate a man
or a horse without lots of go."
They were riding up hill. Cressy’s
whiplash whined accompaniment to
her words. Jimmy had a talent for
saying nothing, still as lie eiune with
in easy hail he piped amiably, “Cress,
I been wonderin’ all this mornin’ if
you won’t never learn better'n to gal
lop a horse up hill.”
“I’ve been wondering if you will ever
learn anything.” Cressy retorted, slash
ing savagely at a near bush. Jimmy
opened his eyes. “Whut's the matter,
cross cat?” he asked. “Yon come Tid
in' with me—nobody didn’t make you—
an' I’ve let you pick your own road an’
go your own gait"—
“If you’ve tired of me, I’ll go on by
myself,” Cressy said irritably, half
wheeling her horse. Jimmy kept be
side her. “You needn’t try to run
away frum me,” he said. “I been
knowiti’ all the way you felt bad, an’
I reckon I know wliut about.”
“You don’t! What is it?” Cressy an
swered all in a breath. Jimmy laughed
tranquilly. “I fetched you a letter yis
tlddy evenin’—n letter frum Charley."
"What business have you to know
that?” Cressy demanded. “He’s coin
in’ today. That’s why I am runnln’
away.”
"Ef he pesters you, I'll make hihi go
right back,” Jimmy said promptly,
then his face fell. “But it’ll be sorter
awkward. Old Charles is all the own
cousin I’ve got. Pappy an’ mammy
think nigh as much of him as they do
of me.”
“You ought to hate him. Why don’t
you?” Cressy demanded. Jimmy stared.
“Hate him!” he repeated slowly. “Why
should I hate him? He cau’t help be
in’ whut he is smart an’ bright an’
good lookin’—uo more’n I can help be
in’ what I am.”
“And whut is that?” Cressy asked
crisply. Jimmy drew a deep breath.
“A born tool,” he said humbly. "But 1
got seuse enough to know it. All I
can do is to he a real white man, an’
it ain’t white to hate Char—anybody
better off.”
“You are worse than a born fool—a
made one,” Creasy cried passionately.
“An’ you won’t siaiul up for yourself.
You won’t even say you love me—you
drive me to tell ym I know it”—
“You help hut know It,” Jimmy
broke in. “You been knowin’ it ever
sence you were knee high. 1 been fool
enough to think sometimes maybe you
might fetch yourself to take me-an’
the place”—
“I do love- the place,” Cressy inter
rupted, a smile dawning in her stormy
eyes. “An’ it has belonged to the Mur
ions ever sence the Indians went
away.’
“I know,” Jimmy said wistfully, “but
don’t let that bother you, Cress. There’s
Jest us two of the name —Charles an’
me. You needn’t never leave- the
place—no matter whut happens.”
Then persuasively, “Bet’s us leave all
this talk until next year.”
“Charley is not so patient,” Cressy
said, swallowing hard. “He insists up
on a definite answer today.”
“I lay be don’t get it--not until you
are good an’ ready,” Jimmy said, with
a quick smile, patting her hand. Then
he ran on haltingly, “Cressy, I love you
all I know how, but don’t you let that
count if—if you love—anybody else.”
They were nearing a roadside gate.
As Cressy went through it she said,
with her head very high: “Go home,
Jimmy, an’ give Charley his Inswer.
Tell him 1 don’t know—an’ I don't
want to know.”
As Jimmy went up the walk he saw
his mother at the sitting room win
dow, very white and moaning faintly.
He rushed inside. His father met him,
all his haie ruddiness changed to ashen
gray. Charley had come and sat at
Squire Marion's desk, his pen racing
over a sheet of legal cap. Without
looking up, he called: “Saddle me a
fresh horse, Jimmy. The best you’ve
igot. The minute this is signed I must
tide like the devil.”
“What’s up?” Jimmy demanded. His
father clutched his shoulder, leaned
heavily upon it and gasped: “Son, son,
we’re on the edge of ruin! Charier
found out early this mornin’ that Gill
Magee had run away with all the coun
ty money! And me on his bond for
$50,000! I trusted Gill like my own
brother!” *
“There, there. Uncle Jim,” Charley
Interposed. “Walls have ears some
times, and we must not leave one loop
hole in this precious document. It’s a
deed of gift, Jimmy. Uncle Jim makes
over to you everything—land, money,
stock and crops.”
“Whut for?” Jimmy asked, his eyes
wide. Charley laughed shortly. "For
the best of reasons—to save himself
from beggary and keep a root over his
head. But I’ve written it down for a
consideration of sl, love and natural
affection. Sign, quick, Uncle Jim. Un
less this goes on record before Gill Ma
gee’s pranks get wind, it will be worth
less than the paper it’s written on.”
"Oh, it’s hard!” the old man moaned.
“In my old age too! I never did think
1 could be brought to any of them cov
erin’ up tricks. I’ve been so proud to
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
hear folks say, ‘As honest as a Ma
rion.’ But what, else can I do? I’m
old—seventy next month! I eain't let
my home go! 1 eain’t take my wife
to the poorhouse!”
“You'll have me, pappy, no matter
whut conics,” Jimmy said, lifting his
head and throwing his arm about his
father’s bowed shoulders. So bolding
him, he moved to where lbs m.'thvr
eat, lifted her to her feet and with his
free arm drew her to liis breast. Then
he turned to his cousin and said clear
ly: “Charley, it was good in you to
think of us this a-way. But 1 eain’t
see tilings your way. Now Gili's gone
bad, by the Lord, lie shan't take old
Jim Marion with him. 1 love the place,
every stock an’ stone an’ red clay bill
in it, next to—niy own people. But 1
won’t keep It unless 1 can keep it hon
est”—
“Are you crazy?” Charley broke in.
“I can change the beneficiary in a
trice. Say, Uncle Jim, won’t you trust
me? I’ll certainly never take advan
tage of your trust. Speak quick. We
have just three hours’ grace, and it
will take two at least to get back to
the courthouse.”
“I— I don’t believe l keor to save
tilings except for Jimmy,” Squire Ma
rion began brokenly.
Charley sprang to his feet and step
ped in front of his cousin. He was
white with anger and apprehension.
In a high shaken voice lie cried: “For
God’s sake, Jimmy, don’t doom your
father and mother to beggary. It
makes me feel like shooting you to
hear you quibble and prate when all
their comfort, It may be tlieir lives,
bangs on the matter of a minute.”
“They have got me,” Jimmy reiter
ated. Charley flung up his hands.
“Y'ou!” he .cried, with the intensest
scorn. "What are you? What can
you do—without money or brains?”
“Work—all day an’ all night,” Jim
my said sturdily. Charley drew back
a step, his face twitching. He bit his
lips hard before he went on.
"Another thing, think of Cressy. She
will end by marrying you if you keep
the place. It Is that which lias stood
between me and winning her. I know
It. Remember, I am speaking now
against myself. I cannot do less in
face of all I owe my uncle and my
dear, good aunt. Speak to Jimmy,
both of you. If lie still refuses to save
you, sign this deed and put It In my
power.”
Mrs. Marion nestled close to her son.
Her husband broke away from them
and leaned from the open window.
Jimmy’s eyes followed the father’s
gaze as It rested upon the familiar
fields, the trig barns, the deep, slind
owy woodlands belting (lie clear land.
Could they give it up amt go away,
strangers in a strange land?
Stronger, more insistent was tlie
thought of Cressy. llow should a beg
gar lift eyes to her? No, not a beggar
except for work! Somehow tiie word
was a tonic. He faced half about,
drew his mother in front of him and
said with many breaks: “Charley—l—l
—eain’t talk with you. But the Ford
help me—to show I—can work with
you.”
Squire Marion stepped beside ids
son, linked arms and said: “Ituin or no
ruin, Charley, I’ll do as Jimmy says.
If the money must all go, let It! Lord,
what is all the property In the world
beside findin’ that I’ve got a real man
fer my soil?”
“The best man in the world,” Cressy
cried, breaking tempestuously from an
ambush of half closed door. “I had to
come home right behind you,” she
panted to Jimmy. “It—it is not true—
what he said,” nodding toward Char
ley. “Now you have lost everything
else, I ask you to —to take me.”
“Amen. The Lord be praised!” Squire
Marlon said, catching Cressy in his
arms. Charley darted away, swearing
under ids breath. Jimmy? Jimmy
put his head upon Ids mother’s shoul
der and cried for the lirst time since he
was ten years old.
Jimmy showed the stuff he was made
of by working through live hopeless
years trying to save the homestead,
mortgaged to full value. Cressy helped
him, singing about the place, her
face always sunshiny, her tempers all
blown away. Still there was rejoic
ing, indeed, when Gill Magee came
back from the Klondike with money
enough to make good all ids luckless
sureties had paid. Little Jim, aged
four, higli in the arms of ids doting
grandmother, held the canceled mort
gage in a candle flame and laughed to
see it burn. Across the hearth the
grandfather looked on with eyes that
did not see and murmured brokenly,
“The righteous shall not be forsaken
nor his seed beg bread.”
In Blnrk find White.
One of Atlanta's most prominent
bankers has a young son who has al
ready developed a surprising faculty
for business.
His father gave him SO. and instead
of spending it he handed it back to bis
father to deposit for him in order that
he might draw the interest
A few days later, however, the
youngster saw something he wanted
more than he did the inteiest, so asked
his father to please return*the money.
Tliis the banker refused to do, ex
plaining that the son bad no note for
the money, and unless he could prove
in black and white that the money had
been handed him the $5 was his.
The youthful financier looked both
puzzled and unhappy, then his counte
nance cleared. He called the colored
butler.
“John, did you see me give father $5
the other day?”
He was answered in the affirmative.
Then he put the same question to his
grandmother.
When she, too, said yes, young Ma
cbiavelli turned to his father trium
phantly:
“There, father, I have it in black and
wlilte.”
Needless to add, he got the money.—
Atlanta Journal.
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The Aka of tle Water Clock.
As far buck ns 2(53(1 H. C. a China
man named Hwang Ti discovered tho
principle of the water clock, or “clep
sydra.”
It was a very crude Instrument, chief
ly for astronomical purposes, and was
committed to the care of mi officer
known as the “clepsydra adjuster.” It
consisted of two copper vessels, one
above and one below, the former hav
ing a bole in the bottom, through
which the water percolated into the
latter, where there was a float, tho
gradual rise of which indicated periods
of time. Portable contrivances of this
description were sometimes carried on
horseback.
Instruments constructed on the same
principle were in use among the Glial
deans and Egyptians at an early pe
riod. The invention in western Asia
was independent of that in the east,
both being the result of similar wants.
Clepsydras were subsequently formed
of a series of vessels communicating
by tubes passing through figures of
dragons and other images, tlie whole
being rendered yet more ornamental
by floats held between the hands of
genii.
The Woodcock.
The food of the woodcock consists of
worms, leeches and grubs, which the
bird seeks by probing with its bill the
earth of such swamps as contain them.
There are miles and miles of wet
swamp lands among our hills where
the soil, composed of peat and de
eayed leaf mold, is too cold and sour
to hold worms. Into such swamps the
woodcock never goes. The best wood
cock ground is along the banks of
woodland brooks that wind in and out
through alder swamps, where the rich
black mold is soft and full of worms
and where the skunk cabbage and hel
lebore grow thick and broad leafed.
Such places are the woodcock’s dining
rooms, and in them he leaves his sign
manual, the oblong, almost triangular
hulas which dot each and every square
fee* of earth where a worm might tios
sidy lurk.—Outing.
From H *' jiilc'k Dictionary.
Crank—A person whose views are
the opposite of our own.
Egotist A person who thinks as
much of himself as other people do of
themselves.
Honor—That which people talk about
when they want to get out of doing
something they don’t want to do.
Society—That which we lay the blame
on when anything goes wrong.—John
Eliot in Lippincott’s.
Pnre Blooded.
Mrs. Bondclipper—Doctor, what do
you think is the matter tvith me?
Doctor—l am Inclined to think that
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blood.
Mrs. Bondclipper (haughtily)—You
are probably not aware that I belong
to a good old Norman family.—London
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