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SUNDAY MORNING.
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Mffl r&m!fc9C3f
S OM2 iconoclast once suggested
that the auerole ot rising sun
Wag' that artists sometimes intro
duce in a sketchy way as sur
rounding the head of the
American eagle was in reality a pie,
■ays the New York Times.
Americanism and pie have been as
sociated so long that the union has
Krown to bo accepted as an indisso
uble one. Of late there has been a
concerted attempt upon the part of
rtherwise intelligent litterateurs to in
troduce a school of pie literature,
ivith the evident purpose of bringing
rbont a pie revival.
Aii true patriots should oppose the
movement. If we must be identified
with some food, '
let us rather !
5 choose the wild j
turkey of Ken-
FiVp? tueky or the pro
ducts of the wav
i\ \ sykTlil inE cornfields of
fil Kansas than hitch
SMI t and our star to pie.
J $ Pie really is an
fc iJf | American evil, one
j/' 1 from which as a
nation we are now
J happily emerging,
jfl Pie. placed where
it belongs, In the
list of desserts, is
lacking in all the
elements that
should go to make it desirable.
it is not only notoriously unhealthy,
but it lacks all those subtle distinc
tions which should mark all foods—
especially the dessert, it must always
fail to he a note in tune with what
has preceded it.
Persons fond of pie have a way of
classing it as a diet rather than a des
sert. This comes from the custom in
certain sections of the country, not
ably the east. —villages and towns
where old-fashioned housewives still
serve pie at every meal and also offer
it as refreshment to the occasional
visitor.
Pie, however, cannot be taken se
riously as a food. Of course, no des
sert should be serious, for that mat
ter, but it ought to be palatable, pi
quant, delicat# and possessed of the
psychic suggestion which is pari of
all properly composed dishes.
The untutored mind rarely compre
hends this subtle quality in food, hut
it is necessary, and the modern artist
chef realizes that his dessert must
possess tints of dawn, of sunset, the
rose, the violet, as well a flavor.
To such triumphs he often adds the
natural blossom
that flavor may
suggest or some
cunningly con- \i
cocted conceit
which will at once xt V
bring the mind to '
bear upon the ef
feet desired. The Ijpuiß I
cherry blossom on aft) 11 j
top of an ice < *jg > ITT M I
brings its beauty, V H
as well as a troop I
of fragrant sug- 1 1
gestlons, to lend *2*ll
to tone the dish,
giving it an im- U /
pressionist 1 c
charm.
This is only one of the simpler
ideas which wall serve to illustrate
what an up-to-date dessert should be.
You cannot class pie in this category,
nor can you even allow it the charm
of fresh fruit unadorned which sug
gests nature and simplicity.
There are some.who endeavor to
associate sentiment with pit—the pie
of boyhood, the pic that mother
made, and so on. But pie is pie. It
ILLUSION OF THE BRAIN.
Frequent Happening Easily Explained
by Psychologists.
“Illusions/’ says a recent writer on
psychology, “are much more frequent
ly represented in our ordinary life than
many are apt to believe. There is a
well-known experience which happens
to most of us on occasion, wherein,
coming to a place, a room, a church,
or indeed seeing any scene to which
we are absolute strangers, we are irn
pressed with a strange sense of fa
miliarity with what we behold. Some
people declare they see in it a proof of
the doctrine of metempsychosis, and
that the feeling was due to the repro
duced memory of a ‘former state of ex
istence.’ However, we may find in
science a simple explanation of the in
cident. It is known that each half of
our cerebtimi, or big brain, possesses
a certain independence of the other
half. In ordinary life we may take it
that both halfs act in unison so far,
the left half appearing as the domi
nant factor in our brain-work. Now, if
we may .suppose that occasionally this
unison is interrupted and that one
half of the brain is temporarily
switched off—it may be only for a mo
ment—from its neighbor, we may find
in such an idea an explanation of the
sensation of ‘having been there be
fore.’ The left half, let us imagine,
takes in the scene, its percipient cells
acting in advance of those of the right
lobe. A second later the right haL
perceives the scene, and already there
is the implied consciousness of the
left.” _
Gathering the Lavender.
About the middle half of August
the lavender sheaves will be gathered
in from fields of lavender in England.
is what it is just as war is war—cruet
no matter in how worthy a cause it
may be waged.
Memories may I
f 1 1 j cling to pio just as j
~ I[i they do to turpen- :
tiEe ' paint - cisar !
■rA"Vli Vii/| smoke and other ;
jail things that do not !
j I sess ‘* le requisite
/ l/ = H qualifications for
yAf H j sentiment. The!
Ij writer knows a
0i J ■ lady who invari-
N / f| ably bursts into
fA/T—. |j tears if she per
v j' ceives the odor of
yjiW ‘ a cigarette. Cer
tainly it is not the
i*~*t cigarette that
causes her sorrow,
but the memory it invokes.
We have to consider pie as a des
sert, and as such it is impossible. It
is heavy, harsh, loud and terrible,
looked at artistically. The finish of a
well-constructed dinner should sug
gest optimism, poetry and joy. None
of these lurks in pie.
It is an admitted fact that pie eat
ers are ail dyspeptics. Dyspepsia is
more common in the country districts
than elsewhere, for the reason that
farmers still cling to pie and extol it.
Farmers’ wives doso themselves with
patent nostrums for all sorts of ills,
when the original cause is pie.
A pie renaissance would he worse
than a revolution. It would mean an
epidemic of digestive troubles, it
would kill all appreciation of art in
the minds of the young, and it would
bring about a physical degeneration
easily recognized in the form and fen.
tures. Pie-faced is an eloquent adjec
tive in its compounding. You cannot
get rid of the hard facts that consti
tute pie.
The ingredients of the crust —the
airy, flaky crust —are flour and lard. A
great deal of the unpleasant fat is nec
essary to produce the feather effect
which pleases the eye and the palate
only—a crude sort of enjoyment that
does not reach the brain.
Every pamphlet that accompanies a
remedy or a pill
i sounds its first .
1 warning note when ,
it says .“Avoid pie V
ye this, and all oth- i
jer things will be l fj? ~~
added unto you! ' • viLV' “
The effects of pie \Jr v j;_——
are, like those of yra
every other Injuri- • /ni er" IIII;
ous food, insidious. 1/ Iji
Only the student oi yJ] j| ||
food influences can j!
spot the pl*eater -s-A
in his first stages A'waJT
when ho is at rest. iAU ti
The hardened pie
'eater becomes art
blind. Nothing makes him glow or
warms him to any enthusiasm but his
chosen food. If he could take it hypo
dermically during business hours ho
would do so. The pie capsule would
cheer him during his strenuous hours,
j giving him fire and inspiration.
No great man was ever fond of pie.
No important work was ever consum
mated on a pie diet. Pie is a clog
on the spirit and a hail and chain on
the imagination. There is a legend of
a famous musician who composed his
best works with a dish
of decayed apples on
! his tabic. But there is
yet to be told the story
of an artist who found JH
his incentive in pie. fcN
; The real place of its nativity is south
I ern Europe. The harvest of flowers—
j roses, violets, Jasmine—gives to the
valley of Var, in southern France,
great commercial importance. Eng
land makes a bid for some of this
wealth. In her famous village indus
try at Wallington Miss Sprules grows
Provence roses as well as lavender.
English climate and soil, however,
will not permit of England ever rival
ing the vast rose farms of Bulgaria
whence for centuries has come the
world-famed attar of roses.
How Russian Peasants Live.
\bn Kenworthy's recent hook on
Tolstoi contains the following descrip
tion of a Russian peasant’s house:
“Picture a steep-roofed, wooden cot
tage of or.e room, say twenty feet
square and nine feet high, the walls i
inside showing the dressed logs 1
stuffed between with moss or tow-;
the ceiling is of hoards. Round the !
room, on three sides at least, run§a
wooden bench, used to sit, sleep oi j
work upon; a small table stands in j
the middle. In a corner stands the j
heart and life of the house—the stove j
or oven. It is a little room in itself j
usually about eight feet long, five feel i
wide and six high, with a ledge aboul \
three feet high along its side to serve j
as seat, table or step to help one elimt !
to the top. The flat top to this stove !
is in winter the sleeping place of the |
privileged old people and children. Tc ■
keep the stove burning and the bread \
in it baking may be said to be the
life's labor of the peasant family.”
A woman never knows how muci I
she loves a man until she loses him;
and a man never knows hove much he
doesn’t love a woman till he gets her j
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
THE RICHEST MAN.
The wealthiest man of all I know
Does not possess much gold.
Nor does he own a large estate,
Nor jewelry untold.
No great invention has he made.
Nor glory gained, nor fame
By deeds heroic, and he wears
No handle to his name.
Nor yet enjoys that precious gift.
The very best of health.
For that may disappear with years—
Eternal is his wealth.
THE POWER OF LABOR
Unmistakable, proof of the fact that
the trades unions of the land have
resting with them strength and weight
sufficient to exert a commanding in
fluence in any project to which they
lend their support was given Monday
when organized labor held its annual
celebration. In nearly ail of the prin
cipal cities there were big demonstra
tions and great armies poured forth in
parades to furnish an illustration of
their power. In New York 20,000
men marched down Fifth avenue, and
in Philadelphia, where President John
Mitchell, of the United Mine Workers
of America, was the central figure, 15,-
000 men were in line. In Cleveland, 0.,
and in Boston, 20,000 men marched in
procession, and the workers in Buffalo,
Detroit and Cincinnati turned out 10,-
A GREAT ORGANIZATION
George Preston, secretary-treasurer
of the International Association of
i
George Preston.
Machinists, has an interesting article
in the September issue of the Ameri-
THEIR OWN WELFARE
One of the stock arguments of the
employer in waging war against un
ion labor is that he objects to outside
interference in the conduct of his
business. This position is based on a
wrong conception of business princi
ples and is rather prompted by a spir
it of arrogance. The labor union does
not interfere with the employer’s
business in any true sense; it takes
heed to care only for its own business
—that of fixing the terms and condi
tions under which its members shall
work. The individual being a free
man. his power to labor belongs to
himself and not to his employer; lie
should be free to exorcise energy and
skill and gather to himself the fruits
of his toil.
This ho cannot do when he depends
upon a master for an opportunity to
earn his bread or upon an employer
who dictates the terms for which ho
CHILDREN IN FACTORIES
The number of children employed
in the southern factories cannot he
stated exactly, but it can be estimated
roughly from certain figures given in
the last report of the North Carolina
bureau of labor. According to this
report 7,600 children under 14 years
of age are employed In 261 mills in
that state. As the total number of
operatives in the cotton mills of
North Carolina is 30,273, it appears
that about one-fourth of the employes
GROWTH OF UNIONS
Trade unions in Chicago and Cook
county have shown a most remarkable
growth since January 1, 1902. Not
only have the older organlaztions in
creased their membership in a greater
ratio than in any year in their history,
but the number of trades organized
into new unions have far exceeded the
wildest dream of the most enthusiastic
member of any labor organization.
During the past, eight months eighty-
in Austria 70,000 miners have won
a nine-hour workday. The men were
on strike nine months for this con
cession.
There are now about thirty organi
zations affiliated w;ith the Hamilton
(Ont.) Trades Council, ten to twelve
of them joining during the past year.
Machinery has not improved the
condition of labor except in those in-
LABOR PARADE FEATURE
Ofie of tho features of the Labor
day parade in Boston was the large
loaf of bread that the Hebrew Bakers’
union No. 45, had prepared for the
occasion. It was a fancy twisted loaf
and weighed 265 pounds. It was four
teen feet long and about two feet
high. The bread was donated to the
Helping Hand temporary home for
No thief can steal his. valued pries.
It lies within the man;
A great discovery he has made,
The greatest mortal can.
He sees two sides to everything.
But casts the dark away,
And looks upon the brighter side
That shines as clear aa day.
For all through life the bright exists
If only we will see.
Is not his wealth who finds this out
The greatest that can be?
00U strong. Other cities also had par
ades in which great numbers partici
pated and the demonstration was the
most striking in organized labor's his
tory. President Roosevelt in his speech
at Rutland, Vt... voiced his sympathy
with the labor organizations and
classed them among the necessities of
the times.
This year, more than ever before,
was it noticeable that employers are
tending more toward a disposition to
make Labor day an occasion of enjoy
ment to the workers. The moneyed
element recognizes the power of the
organized workers and respect them
accordingly. With each recurring La
bor day the recognition becomes more
cordial and the capitalist and his em
ploye assume closer relations.
can Federationist on the growth of
that organiaztion. It was organized
May 5, ISBB, in Atlanta, Ga„ by five
machinists in the railroad shop. The
association has now over 500 lodges,
of nearly 00,000 members. The fact
(hat wages have increased since 1595
at least 25 per cent, and that the work
ing hours have been reduced, is suffi
cient indication of the good work be
ing done by the International Associ
ation of Machinists. This year end
ing April . 1902, there was paid in
strike benefits $108,639. Mr. Preston
is the ideal secretary-treasurer, and
all have the greatest confidence in his
ability and integrity.
Prudence is common sense well
trained in the art. of manner, of dis
crimination, and of address.
Every man who succeeds inclines
to ascribe all the credit to his own
ability, shrewdness, industry; hut
when he fails ho lays the blame
wholly upon others, upon circum
stances, upon fate.
must sell his power of endurance.
Under present conditions experience
has taught the laborer that the indi
vidual acting alone is powerless in his
efforts to control the “business” of
selling his labor, and organization
with his fellow craftsmen is the re
sult. Instead of the union interfering
in the employer's business in the em
ployment of labor, rather the employ
er is Interfering with workingmen's
business in refusing to recognize the
labor union's right to a voice iu the
terms of employment. Of all things a
union tries to guard against it is
strife between the employer and em
ploye, and one of their highest alms is
to have the path between, not with
cobl)le3tonos, lint witli pleasant rela
lions and harmonious agreements.—
George Hodge, Secretary Brick, Tile
and Terra Cotta Workers' Internation
al Union.
are children. Doubtless this propor-
I tion holds for the four other cotton
manufacturing states, South Carolina,
Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi.
The total number of cotton mill em
ployes in all the five states is 88,829.
The number of child workers, there
fore, probably exceeds 22,000. What
ever may he said in extenuation of
the evils of child labor the fact of
its widespread extent cannot he do
nied.
nine trades have organized into 145
unions, with a membership reaching
the astonishing total of 73,329. There
is no guesswork about the figures, as
they were revised by Organizer John
J. Fitzpatrick, of the Chicago Federa
tion of Labor, who aided in forming
90 per cent of the unions, and by the
officials of several international unions
who submitted their books for inspec
tion.
INDUSTRIAL NOTES
dustries where, through the organiza
tion of labor in economic combina
tions, the craft is controlled.
Big factories are almost unknown
in Paris, France, but of small ones
there is said to be 98,000. Most of
these, however, are what we would
term workshops, employing on an
average not more than eight hands
each.
destitute children, in Roxbury, after
the parade. Besides this loaf two
smaller ones were carried by the
members of the union. These were
also of the twist pattern, the larger |
being thirty-three inches long and
weighing about sixty pounds. This, j
with the other smau one, was given I
to the B’noth Israel Sheltering home, j
YOUNG MAN TELLS OF
SUNDAY ON THE FARM,
W”"”" '' 111 EKE did you accumulate that
tan?” demanded oiie of the
clerks of the young man who
ijaj&Sl entered the law office fifty
minutes late with a suit case
in one hand and an over-Sunday tan
on his face.
“That's a Bubbling Brook tan,” the
young man replied. “I've been up
there to see my sister, Catherine, and
Incidentally to discover if it was the
place for me to spend my vacation. It
isn't.
“Bubbling Brook is no longer a real
farm. There is nothing more demoral
izing to honest yoemanry than tne
summer boarder from the cijy. and
Bubbling Brook has suffered from this
cause. Show mo a farmer who has
taken city people as summer boarders
long and I’ll show you a farmer who
buys condensed milk and whose dog
has forgotten how to churn.
“That's the kind of man the owner
of the Bubbling Brook farm is. He
and Catherine came down to the sta
tion to meet me.
“The outfit —barring Catherine, wh>
seemed embarrassed—was impressive.
Mr. Bubbling Brook had painted the
running gear of his democrat a livid
primrose, without varnish or stripes.
i I
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QUITE A WASPY PAIR.
Two second-hand cobs with their
docks and manes about eight inches
too long and rigged out in overdrawn
check reins and trotting harness fur
nished the motive power.
"1 looked the horses over casually,
just to impress the proprietor (hat I
knew one brand from another, and
then, to show that there was no hard
feeling, 1 remarked:
“ ‘Quito a waspy pair you’ve got
there. Something you raised your
self?’
"Now that waspy, as a horse adjec
tive, was a pretty recent one with
me. I'd only heard it a few weeks be
fore, hut I thought I’d try it on the
farmer just to let him see that I was
in the know.
“The result, was not as 1 had ex
pected, but it was convincing. He
looked at me for a moment and then
at Catherine.
“ 'They’re a mite waspy In spots,' lie
admitted; ‘hill, Lord, they don’t begin
t’ be nowheres near s’ waspy as they
wuz, be they, Miss Catherine?’
“Catherine had been writing me
what a splendid horseman this farmer
was and for a moment she looked as
if sne’d tried to give a blind beggar a
bad dime. I didn’t know who the joke
was on myself.
“I think Mr. B. has reference,”
Catherine finally explained after she
had gathered herself together, ‘to the
wasps' nest that the horses walked
into the other day in the field. They
were terribly stung.”
Catherine’s brother looked around
inquiringly at the other clerks.
“Did you ever hear of any one get
ting it handed back to him like that?"
j he demanded.
“We reached the farmhouse,” he
I went on, “about the time that the rays
| of the western sun, as advertised in
j the Bubbling Brook prospectus, wore
! due to fall aslant through the orchard,
) and all the hoarders were on the front
1 porch to witness Catherine's brother’s
arrival and to sec if he would do. They
weren’t much to look at, hut I never
ran into a group of people before with
so many rich relations.
“The moment we stepped into the
dining room, the Cousin Toms, the
Uncle Dicks and the Aunt Carolyns
were hurled at us from all sides. The
languid lady, who sat nearest the vase
of young onions, and who ate the car
board lettuce with her engagement
finger, started the hall rolling.
“She assured the table, through the
deaf hoarder next to her. that she
could not live long enough to forgive
herself for not accepting Uncle Dick’s
invitation to cruise on his yacht
through the Norwegian fjords.
“ 'Uncle Dick, you know,’ the lan
luid one almost sobbed Into the deaf
ear, ‘kept his yacht in the Kill von
Kull for almost two weeks trying to
persuade me to change my mind. I
tokl him I would be only too glad to
go if George would give his consent
or would even assure mo that he
would not be too lonely without me.’
"The old woman with the ears gone
wrong was a wise one, I guess.
“ 'How delicious to see such devo
tion nowadays,' she said in her deaf
voice and winked straight at Cath
erine and myself.
"After Uncle Dick’s niece had
handed out her hard-tuck story, the
lamentations ran round the board
both ways at once. The stout woman
on the right declared that if any one
two months before had dared to tell
her that she would not be on a canoe
ing trip through-the Rangeley lakes
during the months of July and August
she would have laughed in the per
son’s face. The canoes had been pur
chased, the guides selected and the
route all mapped out, and then at the
last moment her father had forbidden
her to go!
The deaf old lady looked wise again
and told her to go down and wade in
the brook, as there she probably could
get her feet almost as wet and would
not be so cramped as she would bo
in a canoe.
After the boarder who sat next to
Catherine and acted as custodian of
the radishes had informed the other
unfortunates that she had just re
ceived a letter from Aunt Carolyn,
dated Baden-Bauen, and that she had
nearly cried her eyes out thinking how
she might now lie doing Baden-Baden
at that very moment instead of doing
Bubbling Brook, Catherine kicked me
under the table and told me it was up
to me.”
"I’ll bet you rnswered the gong all
right,” one of the clerks remarked.
“Answered it,” echoed Catherine’s
brother. “Why, I had those stricken
women biting their tongues with envy.
They didn’t dare whisper their woes
after I had finished.
“Catherine gave me the cue. ‘Have
you heard from Jim since he went
abroad?’ she asked, innocently.
“Now, I don't know whether you
have ever noticed it, hut when tha
occasion demands it I am the fastest
shorthand romancer that ever lived.
“ 'Had a letter from Jim last
Wednesday,’ I said. ‘He’s changed his
route from Windsor to Aldershot.
That pair of harlequin roans I put
him on to ho is using as his town
leaders, and he says London has never
seen anything like them.’
“Catherine was beginning to look
proud and the others mostly had left
their three-tined forks speared in tha
steak when I sprung the climax.
“ ‘By the way,’ I went on in a sort of
ovcr-tbe-breakfast-coffee languor, ‘Jim
says the missus is knocked out; must
go to Manlieim, and if we want tha
coach in October for a tour through
the lake country it’s ours, with the
roans and a big pair of wheelers and
his own guard and men. I’ve spoken
to the old man, and he says go ahead.
So, you see, it's up to you.’
“Catherine gave one gasp and then
stood pat.
“ 'But, Ned,’ she exclaimed, I’va
promised October to Gertrude, who
has taken the Carruthers’ island In
the St. Lawrence. You must remem
ber my telling you about it. How pro
voking you are!’
“How w>as that,” demanded Cath
erine’s brother of his fellow clerks,
“for a girl who doesn’t pretend to be
even an ordinary hack romancer?"
And she never turned an eyelash.
“Catherine and I spent most of Sun
day looking for mushrooms, which are
about the only truck the farm sup
plies now. in the morning we sal
under one of the orchard trees and
watched the villagers down In a little
valley below go to church.
“It's about the only picture that’s
left of the old days—the stiff black
gown 3 of the old settlers, with their
lit tie parasols and the rustling white
frocks of the younger women, all
forming a prim parade under the
green of the trees. Not one of them
raised her head or gave hint of a
knowledge of our presence.
“Catherine said she admired them
for it. They knew we tv ere ctiy folks,
she said, and they looked upon us as
intruders upon their quiet country
side.”
If a man is able to make a bluff at
crying a woman will forgive him any
thing.
The miracle is the flash that comes
when God touches maa. ,
OCTOBER 26