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KNOXVILLE JOURNAL.
KNOXVILLE. GEORGIA.
If there is any country in the world
where food ought to be cheap for the
masses it is ours.
Official statistics show that 585,000
people are killed annually by wild beasts
and reptiles in India. Of these about
20,000 are slain by snakes. The Gov¬
ernment offers rewards and makes other
efforts to reduce the dauger, but the peo¬
ple are indifferent.
Cordele, one of Georgia's newest cities,'
is a place with a population of 3000. A
year and a half ago the site ou - which' it
is built was a cornfield. It is already as¬
piring to have a street railway and elec¬
tric lights.
Last summer New York dumped largf
quantities of fresh fruit into the bay tc
keep up market prices, Pan Pranciscc
has been doing the same thing, One
day recently dealers dumped 5000 mel¬
ons into tbo ban.
Ten million dollars make a pretty
large sum for the city of London to lose
because a handful of dock owners held
out against paying their workmen reason¬
able wages. It is no wonder that the
feeling is growing there that it is time
for the public to take its turn at running
things.
At the congress of the advocates of
cremation held in Vienna, the statement
was brought out that there exists at
present throughout the world fifty cre¬
matories, most of which are in the
United States, twenty in Italy, and one
each in Germany, England, France and
Switzerland.
Senator Sherman, in a recent speech,
said that while “we boast in America of
the rapid progress we have made in
growth, population, wealth and strength,
yet it is equally true that some of the
oldest nations in the world are keeping
pace with us in industry, progress and
even in liberal institutions.”
The deep-sea researches made by the
United States Pish Commission with a
view to discovering the temperature of
the fishing grounds and thus learn the
causes that lead to the fish migrations are
attracting great interest, not only among
scientific men but among those interested
practically in trade.
To those who can read the signs of the
times, it is obvious, says the Commercial
Advertiser , that a great change is coming
into the relations of the two great schools
of medicine. Surgery is constantly be¬
coming a more and more exact science,
but medicine is constantly shifting her
ground, and the lines between allopathy
and homcepathy are not by any means so
closely drawn as they used to be.
It has been estimated that the capital¬
ization of the various corporations and
concerns in this country dependent upon
electricity for their business, trom the
Western Union Teiegraph Company
down to the humblest maker of electrical
appliances, is not less than $600,000,000.
This ma ms that the people now pay an
annual tax of beteewn thirty-five and
forty millions for a- convenience which
forty years ago had scarely begun to at¬
tract attention as something more than a
scientific toy.
The London docks, the scene of the
recent strike, are one of the greatest
systems of docking to be seen in the
world. Upward of $100,000,000 have
been expended in their construction, and
hundreds of acres are covered by them.
They are built of stone and concrete,
and are as substantial as such work can
be made. Many of them date back to
the beginning of the century. The
amount of traffic upon them is enormous,
it is estimated that in the warehouses of
a single dock company there is at all
times at least $25,000,000 worth of
goods.
“Don’t brag and strut so much,
Chicago, ” facetiously remarks the De¬
troit Free Press. “You are getting to
■be a big, overgrown town, but there
are dozens of cities to which you would
not make a respectable suburb. Your
little million could be added to the five
and a half millions of London without
increasing the streaming city's central
■roar to any appreciable extent. The city
at the base of the Eiffel Tower is twice
and a half your size. The suburbs of
New York contain as large a population
as you have on all your hills, valleys and
prairies. Even Mongolian Canton
could swallow you twice in rapid suc¬
cession. Soochow, Hanehow, King
tehching and Changchow all lap over
you, and towns that are your equal in
size and superiors in virtue swarm all
over the Middle kingdom from the
A moor to the Brahmapootra and from
the mountains of Thibet to the Yellow
Go
WHAT?
Oh, what is the love or the hate of men!
What is their praise or their blame!
Their blame is a breath, but an echo of death.
And a star that glows bright and is gone
from the sight— *■
Ah! such is the vanishing guerdon of fame.
Oh, what is the grief or the joy of life?
What is its pleasure or pain?
The joys we pursue pass away like the dew;
And though bitter the grief, time brings re
lief
To the heart that is wounded again and
again.
Oh, what is the loss or the gain of the time?
And what is the success’ fair crown?
The’gain that we prize—lo! it fades and it
flies;
.And the loss we deplore as quickly is o’er.
There is little to choose *t wilt life's smiles
and life's frowns.
Oh, men they may love and men they may
.hate,
It matters little to me.
For life is a breath, and hastens death
To gather in all, from the hut and wall,
To the home that is narrow—the house
that is free.
—Boston Transcript.
A BRAVE DOCTOR.
When Herman Dean was in college and
the medical school, he was so timid and
so slow of speech that his fellow-students
made him the butt of frequent jokes.
He seemed to know his lessons, but iq
endeavoring to recite them he floundered
about and clutched at his words desper
atelv and awkwardly, aud made but a
poor appearance. One could not help
smiling at the tall, clumsy, blushing fel¬
low. But he worked at some of.the prob¬
lems that discouraged the rest of us
with a stubborn courage that enabled him
more than once to surprise us and put us
to shame. “Thorough” seemed to be his
motto.
He took his degree of M. D. with
honors, and soon afterward we heard that
he had been appointed a United States
Medical Inspector on the Maine frontier.
He entered upon his official duties in
1885, the year of the memorable small¬
pox epidemic which in Montreal and the
surrounding villages raged destructively
among the French Canadians. With al¬
most incredible fanaticism, thousands of
these people refused to be vaccinated.
They declared that to vaccinate was to
oppose the Divine will. God had sent la
picotte, and to try to prevent its spread
was wicked. The Canadian health of¬
ficials, in attempting to compel them to
be vaccinated, were fiercely assaulted,
their flags and placards torn down, and
the people rioted in the streets. Under
these circumstances, it was almost im¬
possible to check the epidemic.
The Amerieau health officials estab¬
lished a rigid system of inspection along
the Canadian border, and required that
all passengers on railroad trains coming
from Canada should be fumigated.
Surgeons with the necessary appliances
were stationed at the railroad stations,
and on the wood roads and forest trails
leading across the boundary, to vaccinate
all people arriving from Canada who had
not already been Vaccinated.
Young Doctor Dean was directed to
make a tour of the logging camps in the
reSi ° U ’ "’I t0 V8CCin r?
every man tn them crews whose arm did
not snow a fresh scar. Amono- these
loggers were many ignorant, lawless fel
lows, some of whom had the stupid pre
judice against vaccination which had led
the French people across the border to
resist the efforts of the Canadian doctors,
Their employers * and the foremen, how
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In one of these camps Doctor
Dean encountered a French Canadian
called Pierre Coutean, who wasunusuallv
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obstinate, 1 and iii showed a vrejous • • a temper
in his opposition to the doctor s pur
pose to vaccinate him. He was a huge
fellow with a black beard, and a great 8
red scar on his forehead.
you've “£<* got to have r the job ,0 , T* done, said
Dixon, the boss of the camp.
“No!” answered Pierre, crisply and
doggedly. '
“Don’t make any fuss about it! Roll
up thc sleeve of your frock!” ordered
Dixon.
Dr. Dean took a step toward the Can¬
adian.
“No !”growledthe fellow, with an omin¬
ous emphasis, at the same time grasping
his axe as if to strike. His eyes flashed,
the scar on his forhead grew redder, and
he fairly bristled with determination.
Dixon was furiously angry and burst
into a torrent of profane exclamations.
“Leave this camp and don’t you ever
come back, you brute!” he cried. “We
don’t want any murderers here!”
Pierre muttered a few words in his na¬
tive patios, flashed a defiant look at the
foreman, dropped his axe with a scorn¬
ful gesture, aud turned to go away.
In a second Dr. Dean sprang upon him,
tripped him, threw him to the ground,
face downward, and jumped on his back,
Dixon came quickly to his assistance and
helped to hold the man down.
“Throttle the scoundrel!” exclaimed
the excited foreman.
“No,” said the doctor, coolly, “I’m
going to vaccinate him.”
A iriendly wood-chopper happened to
eome along. Ho helped Dixon to hold
down the struggling, cursing, frothing
man, while Doctor Dean cut away his
frock and shirt, criscrossed his skin with
his lancet, and rubbed in the vaccine.
In less than a minute the operation was
over.
Trembling with rage, but cowed, the
Canadian jumped up, flung back an
angry threat at the doctor, took
small pack of clothing, and,
breathing vengeance, strode away
the camp.
“I dunno; I guess you made a
take,” said Dixon.
“Why?” asked the doctor.
“That critter is liable to kill you. He’s
a bad one! I rather think ’twould
been better to let him go without
to vaccinate him.”
t*If I’d let him so he’d be liable
Julia hundred men instead at one,’’re¬
plied the doctor. “He might be the
through very one this to spread the small-pox all
regon. One unvacinated
man is a constant menace. The only
safe way is for me to obey orders and
see that everyone is vaccinated.”
A few weeks later Doctor Dean was
ordered to take his station at a point
where a much-traveled road through the
woods crossed the boundry between
Maine and Canada. The Canadian
Pacific Railroad bad gangs at work in
Maine, and many men were going back
and forth across the border. A log
cabin was build for the. doctor's habita¬
tion, no'mau a turnpike gate was put up, and
was allowed to pass without first
having bared his arm.
The cabin was furnished with a stove,
bunks and a few necessary pieces of fur
niture, and was well stocked with pro
visions. A young man known as Din
was engaged to stay with the doctor as
his cook and companion, and he also had
the company of a large mastiff and two
less sociable friends, a" pair of rifles.
The cabin stood iu the midst of a dense
forest, in which were manv wild apimals;
the nearest human neighbors were the
men in a railroad camp, twenty miles
away. The trout which abounded in a
stream that flowed past the cabin often
contributed to the bill of fare of the
doctor and his assistant. Once Dan shot
a deer, which supplied them with venison
for several weeks. Their table was at no
time scantily furnished, they had a col¬
lection of books, the air of the woods
was invigorating, and they enjoyed their
wild life.
Almost every day men with packs on
their backs came along the road from
Canada, and were stopped and vacci¬
nated. Sometimes they grumbled, but
for a long time no one resisted the doctor
outright. At night the two young men
took turns at watching the gate, and the
traveler over the turnpike to Maine, at
whatever time he arrived, had to stop
and be examined.
Week after week passed, and still the
young men had no serious trouble in the
performance of their duties.
One forenoon the doctor’s assistant
took down one of the rifles, and saying
that he would'try to get some partridges
for dinner, started into the woods. The
doctor was sitting on the door-stool of
the cabin, reading a book.
•‘I wouldn’t go very far away, Dan,”
he said.
“0'n, pooh! You won’t have any
trouble!”
“No, but bur instructions, you know,
are to stick right here,” said Doctor
Dean.
“I shan’t run off,” laughed Dan.
hear “Better if not I should go so call.” far that you can't j
me '
“Well, if you want me, you halloo,
and I’ll come.”
Dan had been absent for more than
half an hour, when the doctor heard
voices, and soon saw three men coming
up the road. He took his case, and went
out to the turnpike to meet them.
“Gentlemen,” said he, politely, “I’m
a Government’surgeon, and have orders
to vaccinate you.”
“Huh!” grunted the foremost of the
three men, a stout Canadian in a red shirt
and knit cap. “Qu’estce que e’est.?”
The doctor explained the situation fo
them in French.
The three men chattered with each
othcr in thcir liaT Canadian French
dia v , cct . /“; * a few moments The doctor ,
Ponded to pay no ^ attention ^ to them,, *
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‘‘Break T , , the man’s , head!” , - exclaimed , . - a
scrubby little man, with a large ° brass
buckle on the belt of his frock.
‘® Urthe d°f? ! said the third man
J s h ® “ sco % oquj. “ T attentlTC
‘‘Who cares for the dog? He can t
stop m ,» £akl thc little fellow with the
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call might . at least f serve to intimidate the
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The three travelers listened for a mo¬
ment, and looked sharply about them.
They heard no answer to the doctor’s
call, and saw that nobody came.
“Laissez nous passes!” (Let us pass!)
the first speaker said in French, with a
threatening look at the doctor, who stood
unflinchingly at the gate. •
“It’s a very simple thing,” said Dean,
without raising his voice. “The Govern¬
ment requires me to vaccinnate you. It
won’t take me five minutes.”
He spoke pleasantly, as if he had not
heard their threatening talk—as if he did
not see a warning in their eyes.
He saw that he was about to have se¬
rious trouble, but he made two resolves;
one was to make every effort to keep
those men from passing the gate in defi¬
ance of his orders, and the other was to
manage, if he could, to get his rifle from
the cabin. With that in hand he felt
that he should be master of the situa¬
tion.
It was possible for the men to escape
him by turning from the road into the
woods, but they were too surly to take
so much trouble in maintaing their diso¬
bedience. They had determined to defy
the doctor, and to pass along the turn¬
pike in spite of his opposition.
Suddenly the man in the red shirt
moved towards the gate. At the same
moment the doctor heard footsteps of
some one approaching Dan,” down the road.
“Perhaps it is he thought.
The red-sbirted man started to climb
over the gate, but Dean grasped him and
pulled him back.
With an angry hiss the fellow aimed'a
hlow at Dean. The doctor dodged
quickly—and then straight from his
shoulder came a blow that laid his assail¬
ant on the ground.
The two other men, cursing, sprang
upon the doctor.
“Take him, Lion I” Dean cried to the
growling mastiff—and in an instant the
dog was at the throat of the man with
the brass buckle, who yelled’with terror.,
Dean, meanwhile, was wrestling d«a
perately with the third man.
If he could only shake liim off and
get his rifle!
But his first assailant was up. He
rushed to the succor of the screaming
wretch who was strugging with the
mastiff.
Dean was left to battle singly with the
third man. His courage rose.
They were whirling around, panting
and kicking, each trying to trip the
other, when a ncw-eom<?r rushed into the
melee. It was the man whose approach¬
ing steps had been heard.
Dean saw a great red scar burning
over a face covered with black hair, and
his courage left him all at once.
The man was Pierre Coutean!
The doctor ceased to struggle, and
dropped limp to the ground, His
antagonist aimed a kick at his face with
h ’s boot, that, if it had reached him,
would have disfigured him for life,
-At the same instant the doctor saw
something pass between himself and iii
assailant, like a flash. Pierre Coiiteau
grappled with the fellow and threw him.
Amazed, Dean sprang to his feet.
“I’ll help you!” Pierre cried in French;
and he yelled to the other fellows to
desist, .
The poor mastiff had received his death
blow from a stone, Dean rushed into
the cabin and brought out his rifle, At
its appearance the three fellows sur¬
rendered and were vaccinated, and
allowed to go on their way.
Then Dean learned from Pierre the
secret of his unexpeted behavior. He
had gone from the Moosehead logging
camp to Canada. While he was there,
the small-pox attacked his village. Many
of his friends died; but he, thanks to the
doctor’s vaccine, escaped with a mild
attack of varioloid.
“I have often ask dose saint to bless
de good doeteur,” he said in his broken
English.
When, on his way back to the States,
he saw his good doctor iu trouble, he
was glad to do him a service, and thus
help the saints to answer his prayers.
“Some good luck dat I come ’Jong,
n’est-ce-pas?”
“That’s so, Pierre! Can you stay
here with me a while?”
Pierre said he would be glad to stay.
When the delinquent Dan came back
with his partridges, he was dismissed for
disobedience, and Pierre was installed iu
his place.
All through that trying season, Doctor
Dean and Pierre guarded the turnpike in
the woods, and the doctor found in the
Frenchman a most tractable and useful
assi sta at.— Youth's Com pa nion.
A Good Story Told of a Congressman.
This story about Congressman Frank
Lawler, of Chicago, is printed in tilt
Keics, of that city, as being told by Amos
J. Cummings, the New York editor and
ex-member of Congress;
“Lawler came to me one afternoon last
winter and said: ‘Cummings, I’m going
to have the Agricultural Department in¬
vestigated. I’ve stood things as long as
I’m going to! I shall introduce a reso¬
lution calling for a committee to-day.”
“I saw that lie was pretty mad.
‘Frank,’ said I, ‘what's the occasion for
this sudden outburst? Colman is a good
fellow, and his Department generally has
given satisfaction. What can he have
done to offend you?”
“Then Lawler explained that one of
o£ his most influential constituents had
written him three times asking him tor a
sample paper of seeds; each of these let¬
ters was referred to the Agricultural De¬
partment, but to none ot them had the
Department paid any attention whatso¬
ever. ‘When the first, came,’ said Law¬
ler, ‘I sent it to the Commissioner of Ag¬
riculture with a note saying: ‘Please vo¬
mit.’ The second letter complained that
I had probably not received the first,
and would I theiefore not send the seeds
by express at once, This letter I sent
by messenger to the Agricultural Depart¬
ment, with a pretty stiff note intimating
that there were no flies on me. AVell,
sir, to-day I gets a third letter, and my
friend is madder'n fury all about them
seeds—says I’ve got the big head so bad
I won’t pay any attention to letters writ¬
ten by old friends. I was so paralyzed
that I just indorsed the letter over to
Colman in these words: ‘If them seeds
ain’t sent to-day there’ll be a committee
on your tracks to-morrow. 7 Y)
“ ‘Tell me, Frank,’ said I, ‘what has
caused all this uproar? What kind of
seeds did your friend ask for?’
“ ‘He wanted mushroom seeds,’ said
Lawler, solemnly, ‘and he’s going to get
’em, too, or I’ll know the reason why. > ji
He saw the Gorilla.
The Port Wayne (Ind.) correspond¬
ent of the Cincinnatti Enquirer says:
W. H. Stewart, proprietor of a museum,
residing in this city, has a very large
gorilla, noted for his strength and feroc¬
ity, caged, and at present the cage is in
his barn. This afternoon a man named
Isaiah Slade, of Akron, Ohio, desired to
see the animal, and visited Stewart’s barn
during his absence. The animal had
just been fed and one of the iron bars oi
the cage was left open. As soon as
Slade entered the barn the gorilla forced
his way through the opening and
sprung upon the man, forcing him down
and punished him frightfully. His yells
brought Stewart, who with great diffi¬
culty drove the animal into his cage.
Slade had his whiskers all pulled out, one
eye gouged out and his nose badly torn.
A Meteorological Mystery.
A remarkable air-wave lias, attracted
much attention from meteorologists, who
arc still unable to explain the phenome¬
non. At several stations in Central Eu¬
rope the barometer recorded a sudden
dip of about four-hundredths of an inch,
followed by a corresponding rise a few
minutes later. Dr. E. Hermann has
traced the disturbance from Pola to Kei
tum, separated by about five degrees of
latitude, the rate of translation between
these places having been about seventy
one miles an hour. In an easterly and
westerly direction the disturbance was
confined to narrow limits. There was
no earthquake in Europe .—Arkansmo
. Trateler.
, SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL
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A plan to connect the ( 8iberian rivers
by canals is projected by the Russian
Government.
A scientist reckons up at least 172
races of men, all, however, reducible to
the three fundamental black, yellow and
white stems.
A reliable storage battery is fast becom¬
ing a necessity for use on board ship, to
drive motors to be used instead of the
smaller steam engines.
An ingenious apparatus has been de¬
vised for the purpose of vaporizing solid
medicaments, and it has already rendered
great service in connection with throat
troubles.
Great strength and durability are
claimed to characterize the furniture made
in Austria, of the bent wood, the prepa¬
ration of which, for this purpose, is al¬
most a fine art.
A new company has been started in
Paris having for its objects the working
in France and abroad of a system of tele¬
phonic additions by means of an auto¬
matic apparatus.
A Paris stationer has just announced a
discovery, which will probably make his
fortune. It is that of an ink warranted
to fade off the paper in a week, without
leaving the slightest trace.
Japanese horticulturists give a great
deal of labor to the production of dwarf
trees. Pines, thujas and cedars exhibited
at Paris are only eighteen inches high,
and are said to be 100 to 150 years old.
From Australia comes a report that
a mineral which has been discovered in
New South Wales contains all the prop¬
erties of the very finest sienna and that it
is in every way suitable for painting,
ataining, dyeing and ink.
Professor Elihu Thompson has devised
an electric welding car, which makes
continuous rails of the track over which
It passes. In thus welding the rails, it
is proposed to have a break at every 100
feet, to alloWjfor expansion.
Different classes of substances have
been found to affect the organs of taste
in the following order: Bitters, acids,
saline substances, sweets and alkalies.
The taste nerves are nearly 2000 times
as sensitive to quinine as to sugar.
It is announced that M. Courtou, a
chemist, produced recently at the sitting
of the French Academy of Sciences a
sealed envelope containing a description,
of an apparatus by means of which ob¬
jects may be seen at vast distances, the
vibrations of light being transmitted
through a wire.
Of the 4200 kinds of flowers growing
in Europe, only 420 are odoriferous.
Less than one-fifth of the white kinds—
winch number 1194—are fragrant, 77 of
the 951 yellow kinds, S4 of the 823 red
kinds, 31 of the 594 blue kinds, 13 of
the 308 violet blue kinds, and 28 of the
240 kinds with combined colors.
Expecting to be Decapitated.
I once let a professional swordsman cut
apples in two while I held them on mj
head and on the palm of my hand, and
I'll never do it again, says S. M. Lowric
iu the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. The
experience is too thrilling for the plain
citizen who is not military in his tastes.
I was with a show when the regular as¬
sistant of the swordsman went on a strike,
and the swordsman was in a dreadful
fume as he, thought of disappointing the
crowd of spectators that night. He came
behind the scenes at rehearsal aud called
for a volunteer.
“I’ll give $25 to the man who’ll hold
the apple for me,” said he. No one
volunteered, and X daringly put in my
par,
“ I’ll do it if you give me a rehearsal.”
‘‘No rehearsal,” said he emphatically.
“It. will shatter your nerves so that you’ll
tremble like an aspen leaf when you come
out at the performance,”
So I went out when night came, the
upper part of my body covered with a thin
silk vest. It was cold, anyway, and I
trembled abominably. Ho saw it, but
said nothing to me. I held the apple on
my extended hand, and it sheok. I could
feel it shaking and felt ashamed, but I
couldn’t control the nervousness. I
turned away my head; he made a few
rapid feints, and I knew by the applause
that the apple had fallen.
I didn’t feel the blade at all as it cut
through. Then I knelt down, and he
put another apple on my neck. I knew
this was really dangerous, for if his hand
slipped he might decapitate me. I shut
my eyes. In a second, which seemed an
hour to me, I felt a thin cold line touch
my neck, and there was more applause.
In that instant I thought of Mme, Roland
and the guillotine, and came near faint¬
ing.
He told me to get up and I followed
him, feeling rather dazed, to the dressing
room, I thought I must be cut, the
touch of the steel had been so plainly felt,
but the looking-glass showed me that
there was not a mark on me. But I was
awfully pale. The next night we got a
regular man to hold the apples.
The Wife of the French President.
Mme. Carnot, the wife of the pres¬
ident of the French Republic, says a
correspondent of the Mail arid Express,
is an extremely handsome as well as an
extremely agreeable and talented woman.
I saw her in public the other night with
the President, and although she was sur¬
rounded by many young and beautiful
women, she did not suffer by contrast,
Mme, Carnot assists in her husband’s
policy of propitiating almost every one
she meets, and she has been especially
gracious to American women who have
visited Paris this year. Mme. Carnot is
not much given to pomp or show, but she
has nevertheless conducted those social
entertainments that the Parisians insist
that their President shall furnish with a
tact and ability that has increased her
husband’s popularity as well as her own.
Now and then it is a dinner that is to be
given, periodically a reception and on
stated occasions there are grand balls,
and on all these occasions heretofore
both the President and his wife have so
acquitted themselves that even Paris has
found no reason to complain.
FOR WANT OF BREATH. 'r i
A poor city babe-lay dying one da f ‘
On a ragged and dirty cot, '*•
Lay quietly gasping its life away
In a basement squalid and hot;
O God! for a sniff of cool, sweet air—
Just one for the child and its mother;
For the heart that bleeds so helplessly there,
And the babe that must lie there and
smother! ■>JJis..
The farmer’s boy is a cheerful sight
As he sits on the flooj- in the sun;
How he doubles his fists in mimic might,
How lusty his grief and fun! m.
Oh! Full of life all day is the breeze
From the fields of the farmer coming,
Fo Hied awhile ’mid leafy trees,
And a while where bees were humming.
The fisherman’s boy is at play on the sand—
How sturdy and plump he grows!
There is strength in the grip of his chubby
hand,
And his lips are red as a rose. 4
Oh! sweet are the breezes born at sea
And cradled in white foam flowers—
Sweetly cool, when waves are. like grass on a
lea,
Cool and keen when a tempest lowers. ,
The babe in the tenement house is dead, !
With none but its mother to weep; I
Then lay it to rest iu that narrow bed
Where the sleepers breathe not in their
sleep.
Oh! breezes that wander at wiU alway.
If ashore or where sea-scud is flying,
There are thousands of poor city babes to-day
That are smothering, fainting, dying.
—George Horton , in Chicago Herald.
i
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
Bars to matrimony—The front gate.
Life insurance in some cases is merely
a matter of policy.
The young man who is. in love is con¬
spicuous for his courtly manner.
A hero is a man who refrains from eat¬
ing things that do not agree with him.
A man is not necessarily mean because
he will jump on a feather bed when it is
down.
* Some men are born rich*, some achieve
richer and some get into fat government
offices.
Goes without saying—The young man
too bashful to pop the question.— Texas
Siftings.
These times suit the scissors-grinder.
He likes to find things dull .—San Fran¬
cisco Alta.
The stamp-window of any postolfice is
a sort of Lick observatory .—Bochester
Post-Express.
A man is known by the company he
keeps. That’s why she prefers to be a
sister to him.
Men will strike for shorter hours, but
the earth continues to revolve at the same
old speed.— Judge.
Republics were ever ungrateful. We
put our great men on postage stamps, and
then punch their heads.
Because a bald-headed man doesn’t
happen to keep a lock on his head doesn’t,
signify that there is nothing of value in it.
Cupid is doubtless known as the God
of Love in this day because the sentiment
of love has become largely a sentiment
of cupidity.
Queen of Spain—“Good gracious!
The baby King has the stomach-ache."
Lord Chamberlain (excitedly)—“Call the
Secretary of the Interior!”
“The sunset lingered o'er your hair,”
Was what her ardent lover said;
' But other maidens young and fair
Said, “Gracious, —Washington but her hair is red.”
Capital.
Fat Woman—“Oh, ain’t these mos¬
quitoes awful!” Thin Woman—“They
never bite me.” Fat Woman—“Of
course not. They live on blood, not
bones .”—Once a Week.
Misunderstood. —Pop-eyed Photog¬
rapher (about to remove the cap)—.
“Look this way, please.” Sitter—“Not
much, I wouldn’t look like that in a
picture for nothin’.”— Light.
It is rumored that Queen Victoria
thinks of bestowing the Order of the
Bath on Thomas A. Edison. In order
to make him feel perfectly at home, she
will probably make it an electric bath__.
Peck's Sun.
A Chicago bearded woman made a
snug fortune out of the show business in
about twelve years, and now lives in
comfortable luxury with his handsome
wife and five beautiful children.— Bing¬
hamton Bepublican.
“I’m all broke up,” he sadly sighed,
As he returned to town.
“A love affair!'” “No,” he replied;
“A hammock let me down.”
— Bazar.
Boston Man—“Well, my boy, how is
real estate in the West, active?” Drum¬
mer (just back from Kansas)—“Active?
Well, I should say so. A cyclone car¬
ried a 150-acre farm forty miles the other
day. It’s a little too active for me."—
Kearney Enterprise.
A naughty little boy one day eluded
punishment by creeping under a table,
where his mother could not reach him.
Shortly after his father came in, and 1
when told the state of affairs crawled on
his hands and knees in search Of his son
and heir, when to his astonishment, he
was greeted with this inquiry; “Is she
after you, too, father?”
An Englishman has written a book,
entitled: “Two Thousand Miles on a
Camel’s Back.” We believe we can beat
that in this country in half the space.
Let some one come out with vOne Thou¬
sand Miles on a Fence Rail.” There are
lots of people who have had the experi¬
ence, with tar and feathers thrown in
gratis .—Detroit Free Press.
An Electrical Drill. i
An interesting electrical machine can
be seen in operation on the framework of
the new war ship Maine, in the Brook¬
lyn Navy Yard. It is a drill. Instead
of the slow and tedious paul and ratchet
hand drill commonly used, is one that is
set a whirling by an electrical current
sent through carefully insulated wires.
A three-quarter inch hole in a three
quarter inch plate can be drilled in less
than a minute. The chief objection it
that the current is deadly.j