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4 The Brunswick Times- EVERY MORNING. BUT MONDAY. Brunswick Publishing Company, Pub lishers and Managers. I In Oglethorpe Block. F Street, urrj iKI.EPHO.NE NO 31. SUBSCRIPTION RATES. Delivered by Mail or Carrier. • One copy, one year $5 CO Ono copy, six months 2 50 One copy, three month* 1 25 One copy, one month BO One copy, One week 15 Sunday Edition, 8 pages, per year 1 00 Ten per cent, discount on all subset iptions when paid in advance. Correspondence on live and clean subjects is solicited. Address all communications'to Thk Mohnino Times, Brunswick, Ua, Official Organ of the City of Bruns wick and County of Glynn. TO SUBSCRIBERS : Subscribers are requested to notify the office when they fail to get any issue of The Times. Attention to Ibis matter will be appreciated by the management. Advertising rates will be furnished on ap plication. Orders to discontinue subscriptions and ad vertisements must be in writing. Jlas Ben Tillman gone to Greece? Mason, of Illinois, is the joke of tlie senate. Dk. Hopkins Is an able man anil will make an excellent minister to Greece. Wait until Waycross sees the air ship. Then we’ll know whether its really a tlry town. Senator Platt, of Conneticut, lias married a widow. Yet there are some who charge senators with inertia. ord this year. He tias delivered two memorial addresses and is booked for one more. It in a confession of rlie weakness of tlieir arguments that the critics ot the New York Reform, club dinner devote themselves principally to what was on the bill of fare and\iot to what was said Tiikotokis, Shoulonkis, Autaxias, Triaiitalilaca, Sim polios, Tesmados. But don’t he frightened, gentle reader; this is neither a mystic incantation, nor a fearful denunciation. It is merely a recitation of the names of the Greek cabinet ministers. Tub papers are falling in line for dußignon for governor next time. That is all right, north Georgia is willing to give it to him. —Marietta Journal. Tub Times hopes so; but it notices that some of the north Georgia newspapers are still throwing-rocks. I’uE New York Times knocks the expected repetition of glory at Thermopy In l out in the llrst round by showing that there is no longer any piss at Thermopy he. In 2 300 years, the alluvial deposits have tilled in the gulf far from the ancient shore, and a broad marsh is uoiv seen where Leoni das kept the famous pass. A\ Arkansas editor gives his delin quents a gentle hint in this way: “It is said that a New York girl kneads bread wit h her gloves on; but that is no news to us. We need bread with our boots on, we need bread with our l'*nts on; and if those subscribers who are so much in arrears don’t pay up soon, we will need bread without anything on. OUR FIRST YEAR- Yesterday marked the first anniver sary of tlie new management of Thk Timks. During the year, Thk Timks feels that it has been appreciated by I be people in itseltorts to give Bruns wick a creditable, reliable and euer g tic newspaper. That it will con ■Unue to merit such appreciation, its can rest assured. IbUjEPRESENTATiCN V' • ~ • Si gfSfa. longs—on dry land—Waycross Herald. The Times is surprised at the above uncalled for and unwarranted attack on a Brunswick attraction, appearing, as it does, in a paper that has always appeared to be kindly disposed toward this city and its people. The allusion is especially hard to understand when it is considered that but a few days ago the junior editor of the Herald was shown over the I’asaaic, and expressed his admiration in no measured terms. The statement that a house is being built for the Passaic is entirely with out foundation, and there is no inten tion of taking her out of the water, where she floats as buoyantly as the, best of them. The Herald’s informant was probably under the influence of a Waycross blind tiger. A QUESTION The publisher of a newspaper has one thing to rent and one thing to sell. He has the newspaper to sell aud the space in ins columns to rent. Can any one inform us why he should be ex pected to give away either the one or the other? He can if lie chooses, and he does, as a matter of fact, furnish a great deal of space rent free. But it does not follow that he ought to be expected to do so. It ought to be recognized as a con tribution, exactly as would be the giv ing away of sugar or coffee by a grocer. But, strange to say, it is not looked at in that light at all, and yet everybody knows that the existence of a newspaper depends upon the rent of its space and the sale of the paper, as a merchant’s success depends on sell ing his goods instead of giving them away.—Copy Hook. STRAWS. dußignon made more Memorial day addresses than any man in tlie state. —Augusta Herald. Hon. Fleming dußignon has already delivered memorial addresses at Griflinand Sandersville. Ills speeches are being highly praisetH—Rome Tri bune. It now looks as if the next guberna torial contest would he practically set tled before/the present year is out. Fleming GC dußignon, of Savannah, seems to be the choice of nearly every class. —Darien Gazette. The Vedartown Standard, though puhlishad in north Georgia, is willing that soujn Georgia and the wiregrass democracy should have a showing. It says: *ftT)iith Georgia claims the governorship next time, and there is justice in her demand, for south Geor gia is the stronghold of democracy.— Thomas vi lie Times-En ter prise. SUNDAY THOUGHTS. I From Canon Farrar’s Year Book.l Have you an enemy? Then this very day forgive him. Have you wronged, or are you wronging anoth er? Then this very day make him res titution. Are you a slanderer, or a systematic depreciator ot your breth ren? Then cease to speak evil and throw your unhallowed pen into the tire. Are you in debt? Live on bread and water rather than continue in that dishonesty. Are you idle? Go home and earn your own bread by the sweat of your brow. Are you getting fond of drink?. Then loose that grip upon you of that devil’s hand of flame. Are you in any way living a double life? Then tear off your own mask and in tears before Christ’s throne en treat him to make you true. Are you in any way stained with sin? Then come with that leprosy tQ Him whose answer to the leper’s cry, “Lord, if thou wilt thou camt make me clean,’’ came like an echo, “l wil 1 , be thou clean.” " Would n man 'scape tho rod?” Itablii lion Knrshood saith, - soo that ln\turns to God Tho day before his death.” “Ay, could a man enquire When it shall come?” 1 say. Tho Kalibi’s eye shoots lire— “Then lot him turn today.” ItIIOANINO. *** [From llishop Phillips Brooks'”Gool Cheer for tlio Year,’’] You never did a sin that did not give its warning to you before you did it. L’erliaps you did not hear, but it was not that the warning bell did not ring. Perhaps you called that first sign of weakness a mere accident and tried to believe that it meant nothing, but if you gave your thoughts to it you knew that it was the house’s feeble timbers creaking before tlieir fall. There are such warnings of coining sins that every one of us has received—sins yet undone; sins which it may be are to make our w hole life dark some day, whose threatening we can read, if we THfE TIMES: .BRUNSWICK, GA, SUNDAY MORNING, MAY 2,-* are] wise enough, in something that has come to us already. Life is full of such warnings. No man grows to he more than a mere boy without learning on what side of his moral nature he will fall if he falls at all. Every one of us knows, who is in the least thoughtful, what sort of villain he would be if he grew villain ous. Thank God, these warnings may save us from the things they warn us of. These blessed bells that ring out in the darkness may turn us resolutely off from the cruel surf that roars be hind them. Man is no star, but a quick coal Of mortal lire; Who blows it not, nor (loth control A faint desire, Lets liis own ashes choke his soul. George Herbert. SHE. To stars in the skies, to flowers compare her, When they shine or they bloom in the twi light’s hush; Did eyes ever beam with radiance rarer. Or cheek ever bloom with a daintier blush? Tall, she, and slender, pliant and sweet, Graceful and gracious, she was that day, The crown of brown hair, wee hands, slim feet, Stole all my wisdom, and hied it away. No flashing of jewels, no gorgeous attire, To lie mocked by beauty so perfect and pure; Yet, to climb to the stars even I might aspire, But never to her; of that I am sure. Fannie Lou Dart. V/HAT TO EAT. Some Sensible Segeestions That Should Be Hosted In livery Household. Aralstonite, writing iu that excel lent gastronomic journal, What to Eat, makes a fow sensible suggestions in re gard to the diet that ought to be posted in every household. He says that the healthiest and purest lives come from those* wlio do not eat meat, before the age of 15. Potatoes, slic ed thin ar.d fried, are in digestible. While tasting delicious, they afford no real nourishment and cause a derangement of the liver. Cake clogs the stomach. All rich pastry is poison to the liver. Soft cara mels aud creams are also bad for any ono with a liver at all rebellions. When you get old, look out for your food. Do you every notice that grand father’s face is not as jolly as it used to be? His stiength of mind also seems slowly disappearing, though he is get ting fleshier every day. He needs a change of food. Probably he has been eating buckwheat cakes and sirup, white bread and butter, sugar, fat meats, etc. Give him lean meat aud fish, cracked wheat aud potatoes, barley cakes, rye bread or southern corn cakes. Try it, and instead of moping and sitting round the house nil day you will find him run ning around lively as a cricket. Maybe, on the contrary, he is growing thin and pale. Then he needs buck wheat and molasses, fat meats, mashed potatoes in milk, northern corn, cracked wheat and fish, oatmeal porridge aud fruits every morning. All rules have their exceptions, and the diet described for the mass may not answer for exceptional cases, but the following directions are good for the majority: Milk is the simplest and most natural food. If you cannot drink it, your stom ach is iu a diseased condition. Cheese is a good substitute, if mild, fresh and made from pure milk and cream. Per sons who live mostly on vegetables have the best nerves and the best complex ions. Bed pepper is an excellent condi ment. Its effect upon the liver is re markable. Malaria, intermittent fever or congestive chills cannot cnduie the presence of red pepper. Pure red pepper (known as cayenne) should be on every table. 11l health is caused largely by im proper food or ty toed which is iu a had condition when it is eaten. Nervous People find just the help they so much need,ln Hood’s Sarsaparilla. It fur nishes the desired strength by puri fying, vitalizing and enriching the blood, and thus builds up the nerves, tones tho stomach and regulates the whole system. Head this: “I want to praise Hood’s Sarsaparilla. My health run down, and I had the grip. After that, my heart and nervous system were badly affected, so that I could not do my own work. Our physician gave me some help, but did not cure. I decided to try Hood’s Sarsaparilla. Soon I could do all my own housework. I have taken Cured Hood’s Pills with Hood’s Sarsaparilla, and they have done me much good. I will not be without them. I have taken 13 bottlesof Hood’s Sarsaparilla,and through the blessing of God, it has cured me. I worked as hard as ever the past sum mer, and I am thankful to say I am well. Hood’s Pills when taken with Hood’s Sarsaparilla help very much.” Mrs. M. M. Messenger, Freehold, Penn. This and many yther cures prove that Hood's Sarsaparilla ts the One True Blood Purifier. All druggists. sl. Prepared only by C. I. Hood & Cos., I-cwell. Mass. i, ~ . act easily, promptly and noods Pills effectively, abaeou. BYWAYS OF SEVILLE. THUMB NAIL SKETCHES OF A WITTY AND GRACIOUS PEOPLE. The Lazy and Picturesque Life of the An dalusians—Making: Love Through Barred Windows—A Tabcrna Where the Dark er Side of Life hi Displayed. Wandering home through the dark, Winding byways, you pass cloaked fig ures, whispering at the iron bound win dows. They are the lovers of Seville, pelando la pava (plucking the turkey), as they call it. With the lattice slightly open, the fair Sevillana sits in her dark ened chamber talking in whispered tones to the gallant without. The old folks, weary of the task of chaperonage, after locking tlio daughter iu a room barred like a prison cell, have gone to bed, and for hours, sometimes the en tire night, tho affianced lovers look through the grating into each other’s eyes and whisper the nothings of love. It would seem cold comfort to a north ern swain, but the Spaniards say the iron bars are a necessary evil there in Spain. In Spain there are life and color and picturesquencss everywhere, aud you think the Spaniard was Lorn to be un artist’s model. In the maze of tortuous streets about tlio market one sees something of the lifo of the people. There the white washed houses are outlined against the brilliant sky in rambling perspective, and the graceful tower of some parish church, its brown walls moss grown, its bright tiles shining, rise sharp and clear into the blue above. Dark maidens with glossy hair and warm color in their cheeks gaze idly from the miradores above upon the countless people in the streets below. The cobbler hammers and stitches in his smoky little shop without window or door, glasses click in the bodega, sleek cows with mournful eyes and tinkling bells stand silently chewing their cuds in the milkman’s stalls, and the dainty feet of shaggy donkeys patter on the cobble stones as the patient lit tle beasts, beneath their panniers of straw or charcoal, thread their -way through the crowd. You wander along, picking your way through the good na tured assemblage, until you reach some little plaza with its church, where beg gars sun themselves upon the flagstones, and the puestos, or booths of the street peddlers, with graceful, colored awn ings, are scattered picturesquely about the pavement. There the dazzling sun light casts fantastic shadows on the yel low and blue walls of the houses, mul ticolored pots or festoons of cotton prints hang iu the dingy shops, gallar dos—dandies of the street—gossip in groups or ogle the passing maidens, dogs snooze in sunny spots and crowds of idlers cluster about some barrel or gan or blind guitarist. There is a booth near by where a bronze skinned gypsy is cooking molletes calentitos, a sort of greasy flour cake fried in oil, and a wine puesto with its earthen jars, aud huge bottles of red and yellow wine, and there vagos loiter to eat and drink. One can linger for hours in the streets of Seville, watching tho people and talking with them, too, for the Anda lusian of the lower classes is the best of fellows. There is a democratic freedom in his manner, at once respectful and cordial, which is unlike the obsequious ness or boorishness of the common peo ple of other countries. He is slow and even lazy, but he commands respect, and nowhere can one meet such civility and heartiness as is shown by the Andalu sian peasant. But you must unbend and meet him half way. He does not like Saxon stiffness, and a cordial word or the offer of a cigarette will accomplish more than a handful of silver. When you go into a bodega of the people where aguardiente is sold at a cent a glass, the habitues all greet you with a Word of welcome, and the bar keeper serves his liquor with a courtli ness which is Chesterfieldian. They are rough places, those common taverns. There is one in particular, across the river in Triaua, where the toughs of Se ville—the matones, they are called— gather to drink and quarrel. They say that every Sevillian who is spoiling for a fight goes there, and many are the cutting affrays in which navajos are drawn. With mantas wrapped about the left arm, the duellists crouch and slow ly follow each other around, watching the opportunity for the fatal spring, just as they do in Carmen. This taberna of the bullies is a low, dingy place, spanned by high beams blackened by ages of cigarettes and dirt. It is open to the street on two sides, and supporting the corner beams is an old Roman col umn which .looks as though it may have been standing since the time of Trajan. The floor is of dirt, and in one corner are a low table and three or four cane seat ed chairs. There are dirty bottles on the shelves and coarse prints of bullfighters on the walls. Behind the bar is the keeper of the resort, a low browed ruf fian, with little weasel eyes, set close together and a knife slash across his un shaven cheek. He looks a prince of cut throats, but even he has a kindly greet ing and a civil word, as have his cus tomers who lean upon the bar. But the honest workman out for a holiday with his best girl or the bourgeois and his friends picnicking in the environs un der the shade of olive trees, are really more interesting. These true Andalu sians will always welcome a stranger, they will always share their sour wine and sweet cakes, and the bright eyed girls of the party will dance the grace ful Sevillana to the time of castanets, mid if you speak Spanish you may chat With them all and feel when you leave that you have met real friends. There are no people so friendly and witty and gracious as the Andalusians.—Cosmo politan. v —**— DilWrtnt. “I suppose your daughter is just like mine—rather ride a wheel than eat.” ‘‘Not exactly, but she. womd rather tide a wheel than cook.” Chicago Record. HIRAM DART’S REFUSAL. Why lie Dl<l Not Marry the Charming Widow Lreeae. When old Hiram Dart was in his sev enty-fifth ye'ar, the faithful old wife who had been his companion for a full half century, sickened and died, aud, to the surprise and amusement of his rural neighbors, old Hiram set forth in search of another wife before Hannah, his first spouse, had been six weeks in her grave. He made no secret of the fact that he was “in the market” and seemed sur prised that the bidders were so few. He attributed this fact to the general lack of taste and judgment in the ‘‘wiimnen folks” of the present day. ‘‘They’re a finicky lot anyhow,” said old Hiram, “an it comes o’ this fool new wimmen idee." One day old Hiram drove by a neigh bor’s house all ‘‘rigged up” in his Sun day best and with a blue satin necktie forming a marked contrast to the big red geranium in his buttonhole. He tarried for a moment at Lis neighbor’s gate and frankly confessed that he was ‘‘goin a sparkin. ” The object of this amatory visitation was the Widow Breese, who lived “over Hebron way,” and with whom old Hi ram was wholly unacquainted. Some one had, in a spirit of either malice or mischief, made old Hiram believe that the Widow Breese, a robust, well to do woman of about 60, would be inclined to look with favor on Hiram’s suit. “An it won’t be no harm done to go an see her anyway,” said Hiram, as he drove away. it was nearly dark when Hiram reap peared, far less buoyant than when he went away. His neighbor was on the lookout, and, hailing the old man, he said: “Well, Uncle Hiram, did the Widow Breese refuse you?” “Not much she didn’t,” retorted Hi ram spiritedly. “I refused her.” “You refused her? Why, what dc you mean, Uncle Hiram?” “Mean jess what I say. I refused the old—old—cattymount I” “Why, Uncle Hiram, is that a re spectful way to speak about a lady?” “A ‘lady!’ Humph, great lady old Jane Breese is! You call a woman a ‘lady’who sails into a feller with a broomstick an calls ’im ‘an ole fool’ an sich like names?” “Did Mrs. Breese do that?” “She jest did. I guess she’d got wind that I was cumin, for I’d hardly inter doosed myself an began to state my biz ness when she flew at me with a broom stick an drenched me with hot water an sicked her dawg on me an jawed tho worst I ever heerd. I jess w’aited till she got through, an then I up an told her p’int blank that I wouldn’t have her if she was the last woman on top of the earth. Yes, sir; I refused her jest that p’int blank. ” —Detroit Free Presa The English Municipal Sc?rvice. Compared with other professions in England, the municipal service is on the whole fairly well paid. Salaries of town clerks range from £3OO in towns of a population of 30,000 to £1,750 paid by Manchester, which has a population of 600,000, while municipal engineers are paid all the way up from £2OO in towns of 20,000 to £I,OOO a year paid by each of the municipalities of Manchester, Liverpool and Newcastle.. For these salaries the councils usually demand all the time of tlieir servants. A lawyer or an engineer may do better as a private practitioner, but in the municipal service he i3 sure of his posi tion and his pay, and it will be his own fault if he has not so organized his office and trained assistants that he can hold on to his position veil on into an old age. Advancing years may tell against a man for appointment to a municipal office, but old age is seldom made the excuse for getting rid of a town clerk or a municipal engineer. Most of them die in harness, drawing full pay. The subordinate clerkships under the municipalities are not much better paid than clerkships in law and mercantile offices. The reason why these positions are prized is that in such a position a man regards himself as placed for life and is consequently in the enjoyment of that feeling of settlement and that ab sence of worry as to the future which are so dear to middle class Englishmen. Excellent men of their class hold these positions. Their abilities and their re spectability would bring them the same salaries elsewhere, minus only the fixity of tenure which attaches to all grades of the municipal service. These- subor dinates, like their superiors in the paid municipal service, vote at all elections like other citizens. They never attempt to conceal how they vote, but the recur ring elections give rise to no pleasurable expectations or disturbing apprehensions of any kind on their part. They are nev er active in the municipal campaigns and would as soon expect to encounter a highwayman in the town as a collect or seeking contributions to a campaign fund.-r-Harper’s Weekly. Mrs. Putnam's Appointment. Mrs. Ellen M. Putnam of Buffalo has been appointed superintendent of the new state home, for veterans and their wives and army nurses established by the efforts of the Women’s Relief corps, which is now- almost completed at Ox ford, N. Y. Mrs. Putnam has for 30 years been one of the most efficient teachers in the Buffalo public schools, having held her present position as de partment principal for 20 years. She is well known through the state as a woin in of unusual executive ability and of great patriotism. New Color In Silks. Gotbam—Chicago people believe in booming their own town. Church—What have yon heard now? ‘‘Why, I went into a dry goods store while I was out there, and a lady_caine in and asked if they lnicl any lisle green silk.” ‘‘And did they?” ‘‘No. The clerk told her they had some Chicago river brow u silk though. ” —-Yonkers Statesman. CARTOONED AS HOGS. A SPANISH PAPTO IN CUBA HAS FUN WITH OUR SOLONS. How the Officers, Clerks anti Orderlies the Spanish Army In Havana Are Knter tained—Their Ignorance of American Sentiment—Queer Spanish Humor. The war in Cuba is not without its humor—Spanish as well as American humor. Don Quijote is the cartoon pa per of Havana. It extructs-fun out of the war situations and presents the gro tesque in colors. When the statement is made that there arc cn detailed duty at Havana, as officers, clerks, orderlies and in other headquarters capacities, 40,000 members of the Spanish army, the magnitude of the field for time kill ing literature will be appreciated. Don Quijote seems to enjoy considerable popularity,although an American would find it difficult to tell why. The paper is not only for sale at the numerous news stands, but copies are tacked on bulletin boards or protected in frames at the cigar booths, in the cafes and other frequented places to attract pass ers and to stimulate trade. It cannot be said that the cartoonist has done entire justice to his subject. He might at least have selected a type a little less calculated to wound American pride. If he had gone to the advertising matter of the pork packers, he could have fond a character of hog upon which Americans could have looked with a cer tain degree of complacency. But tho hog with which the artist cf Don Quijote has seen fit to typify the Americans is a most disreputable looking 'beast. He isn’t even a distinct breed. He has the nose of the> razorback, the tusks of the peccary of Texas and the body of the.or dinary porker. This kind of a hog the art ist puts into a suit of clothes made of the American flag and labels as any American public man who has been con spicuous in the Cuban developments at Washington. The latest issue cf Don Quijote pre sents “a group of these Yankee sen ators.” Where the American humor finds food is in the personalities. With out discrimination Don Quijote groups friend and foe of Spain. He makes hogs of all of them. Senator Hale of Maine has been a thick and thin de fender of Spain in all of the senatorial discussions, so much so that he is known in the cloakrooms as the Spanish sena tor. Yet Senator Hale is held up to Spanish derision as an American hog iu the group with the fiercest of tlje jin goes Morgan, Cameron and Call. Sherman is included, although he has left the senate aud entered the cabinet. Don Quijote varies the hog idea, in the latest issue, so far as to represent a distinction without a difference be tween the Cleveland and the McKinley administrations. The president and the ex-president are offered for Spanish ridicule in the forms of two bobtailed pug dogs strug gling to be first at a dish of bones label ed “Cuba.” Uncle Sam is holding them back. The American sense of bnmor grasps the fact that those bones have been picked so well before the pugs reach them that they glisten. Don Quijote’s wit does not mislead the Spanish element of the population as to the truth of history. The late ad ministration’s relations to Cuba are well understood. A few days ago the dispatches brought the news that the ex-president might visit the gulf of Mexico on Mr. Benedict’s yacht. The leading ultra loyal Spanish residents of Havana came together and began pre parations for an elaborate reception of Mr. Cleveland. Don Quijote’s cartoons are not as sig nificant as they were three months ago. Tho American no longer encounters scowls as he goes about his business. He is persona grata in Havana now- Two things havo conduced to this. One is the growing desire for peace and the feeling that the United States is to play a conspicuous part in the settlement The other is the natural impression made by Consul General Lee’s single handed course in defense of the rights of American citizens, for, without bias or prejudice on the Cuban question, without reference to politics or to sec tions, it can be said General Lee has proved the right man for this emergen cy. He has stood up firmly for interna tional justice, and hereafter the rights of naturalized citizens of the United States will have anew meaning.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. No Music For the Dead. Tlie dead whose long home is to be in Fairmount cemetery, Newark, N. J., henceforth will be buried not per haps unwept, unhonored or unsung, but certainly without instrumental music. Superintendent Charles Nichols has is sued an order forbidding the “playing of music in the cemetery grounds.” The Wayside Song. As I walked out one April day To list the springtime rumors, 1 found upon the dusty way A spinster clad in bloomers. Peaked was her chin and gray her hair. Her face was full of a dulled despair, And in a voice no longer young Shrilly this ancient song she sung: “When the pigs begin to fly. Oh, won't the pork be high, for they’re the most unlikely birds that over sailed the sky! When the pigs begin to fly. We’ll laugh until we die, And the women, they will have their ‘rights’ Whuu the pigs begin to fly.” Said I: “Dear madam, why this which? They’ve other things by dozens.” Said she: “That always was the itch. I am Miss Phoebe Couzius. Through all my life I've tried to bo As manly a man as you might see, But all my toil no change can bring, So now this ancient song I sing: “When the pigs begin to fly,” etc. And as I went a-winding down, A-thinking this and t Other, Of “rights” above the triple crown Of woman, wife and motliaL I wished all mauls whose To hustle aVoufid-tn Might pass and list that convert strong As she bitterly sang that ancient song: “When the pigs begin to fly," etc. —New York Press.