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SUNDAY MORNING. - __ 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 1 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