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“THE OLD TRAMP-PRINTER.”
“Here's a rhyme to the old tramp-printer,
who as long as he lives will roam.
Whosw'eard’ is his principal treasure and
where night overtakes him home;
Whose shoes are run over and twisty,
whose garments are shiny and thin,
And who takes a bunk in the basement
when the pressman lets him in.
“It is true there are some of the trampers
that only the Angel of Heath,
When he touches tliem noth his sickle, can
cure of the ‘spirituous breath;’
That some by their fellow-trampers are
shunned as unwholesome scamps,
And that some are just aimless, homeless,
jestless typographical tramps.
“But most of them surely » 'O worthy of
something akin to praises
And have drifted down to the present out
of wholesome, happier days;
And when, though his looks be as seedy as
ever a mortal wore,
Will you find the old tramp minus his mar
velous fund of lore?
“What paper hasn't he worked on? Whose
manuscript hasn’t he set?
W-hat story worthy of remembrance was he
ever known to forget?
What topics rise for discussion, in science,
letters or art.
That the genuine old tramp-printer cannot
grapple and play his part?
✓
"It is true, you will sometimes see him
when the hue that adorns his nose.
Outrivals the crimson flushes which the
peony flaunts at the rose;
It is true that much grime he gathers in
the course of each trip he takes,
Inasmuch as he boards all freight trains be
tween the gulf and the lakes.
“Yet his knowledge grows more abundant
than many much-titled men's
Who travel as scholarly tourists and are
classed with the upper-tens;
And few are the contributions these schol
arly ones have penned
That the seediest, shabbiest tramper
couldn’t readily cut and mend.
“He has little in life to bind him to one
place more than the rest,
(For his hopes in the past lie buried with
the ones that he loved the best;
He has little to hope from Fortune and has
little to fear from Fate.
And little his dreams are troubled over the
public’s love or hate.
“So a rhyme to the old tramp-printer—to
the hopes he has cherished and wept.
To the loves and the old home voices that
still in his heart are kept;
A rhyme to the old tramp-printer, whose
garments are shiny and thin,
And who takes a bunk in the basement
when the pressman lets him in.”
—F. F. Murray, in Philadelphia Record.
UNCLE DANIEL’S |
I ADVENTURE. «
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| By ANN ISABELLA EMMONS.' . |
It was a bitter day, with deep snow.
Yet Uncle Daniel was resolved on
hunting.
Aunt Martha protested, saying, “O
Daniel, don’t go! Thee’ll freeze.”
, “I freeze!” Uncle Daniel retorted.
“Dressed as warm as I am! And
don't you know I have a new beaver
cap that cost six dollars? And I
•a-runnlng after rabbits most of the
time. How could I get cold?”
I “But you might not be running
most of the time; the snow is too
deep; and it is ten degrees below
aero. Don’t go.”
Uncle Daniel was silenced, but not
ipersuaded. After the midday meal
he made ready for hunting by draw
ing on his heavy boots and an extra
jwaistcoat, and by tying the strings
iof the ear-flaps of his fine new cap
iiinder his chin. With gun and ax and
fdogs he started.
I Aunt Martha, in the doorway, was
Still remonstrating.
“Don’t worry about me! I’ll be
hack soon!” he called, as he climbed
Ithe high rail fence which separated
this father-in-law’s land from his.
I Uncle Daniel’s land was all cleared,
hut this was thickly wooded, with
much underbrush, where, he thought
(there would be plenty of game.
He had gone but a short distance
(when his dogs scared up a rabbit.
iWith dogs yelping and baying and
(Uncle Daniel yelling, it was soon
despatched. Nor was it long until
(another one shared the same fate.
Soon the dogs were on the track
of a third rabbit, with Uncle Daniel in
Shot pursuit. They ran under trees,
(over logs, and through brush, until
(the old man was almost spent. When
Ihe came up to the dogs, they were
(yelping and smelling about a hollow
tree.
“That’s where you are, is It?” the
hunter surmised. (I’ll soon have you
out.)
Uncle Daniel laid the two rabbits
In the ground and leaned the gun and
ax against the tree, preparatory to ex
amining whether the creature were in
It or not. He looked up. The top of
the tree was lying near on the
ground. The butt of the tree was
(hollow, so he knew the body of the
tree, still standing, was open through
out.
There was a hole in the side of
the tree which some one had cut long
ago. He thought to put his head in
this hole to see if the rabbit were
there. If it should be, he would cut
the tree down.
Sinking on his knees, Uncle Daniel,
trying to put his head in the hole,
found he could not with his cap on,
so he shoved it back until it hung on
his shoulders by the string round his
neck. Quickly inserting his head, he
found no rabbit there. Then, at
tempting to withdraw his head, he
found that he could not do so!
Uncle Daniel pulled and twisted
and squirm *1 in vain. Witl rantic
effort he renewed his exertions. But
the feather edges of the wood being
pushed inward by the ax when the
hole was cut, were only so many teeth
to catch his hair and beard, and hold
• him fast.
He thought of his knife. If he had
it he might cut oft those ugly splin
ters. But, unfortunately, his knife
was at home.
Uncle Danial groaned and shouted
at the top of his voice, but the sound
only went in echoing circles about his
head. He knew it was of no use to
call. No one would be out on such
a day. But upon thinking, he con
cluded that he did not want any one
to undertake to cut the tree with him
fast in it, for in falling, it might twist
round and break his neck. Still, he
wished some one were there, for then
there would be some plan devised
whereby he might be released.
What should he do? He was at
least a half-mile from any house, and
there was not one chance in ten thou
sand that any one would come along
in time to save him.
Uncle Daniel made every effort to
free himself, but not only his hair
caught, but the back of his head, or
his chin, or his ears; in fact, his head
seemed too large. How could he have
put it in so easily?
His body was pierced with the
cold, yet he was so excited and ter
rorized that the perspiration stood
in drops on his forehead.
He kept muttering to himself:
“Is it possible that I am such a fool
as to put my head in a place that I
cannot get it out of? Is such a thing
possible? Why, if I don’t get out of
this pretty soon I shall die! Already
lam numb with the cold. If it were
not so cold I might live several days,
and some one would find me. Martha
would have people looking for me to
night. ”
Then he began speculating as to
how long he might endure the dread
ful cold. “But here I am,” he said,
“caught like a rat in a trap.”
All the time he was muttering he
was struggling with his hands to tear
out those splinters, which held so
cruelly.
Suddenly Uncle Daniel thought he
might pray. He believed the Lord
was all-powerful. But he had never
been a praying man. Martha was a
good Quakeress; it might be the Fa
ther would hear him for her sake.
But he was ashamed to pray. It
seemed not quite honest to put off
praying until he was in a tight place.
He looked upward. The way was
clear to the top of the tree. He could
see a bit of blue sky far above.
Although Uncle Daniel was a sensi
ble man, and knew a thought could
reach the heavenly throne, this
seemed such an extreme case that he
soliloquized, as he was looking up
ward, “That is the way I would have
it, for if I am going to pray, I don’t
want anything between. I want it to
go straight up to Him quick.”
Still he hesitated. He did not
know how to begin praying. It
seemed a dreadful task.
But upon making another fruitless
effort to free himself, he cried, with
out thinking he was praying:
“O Lord, I can’t do it! If I get out
of this, You’ll have to help me. I feel
mean to ask such a favor the first
time I’ve talked to You for years,
but I’ll try to do better if You’ll help
me. I know You can.”
Instantly there rose before Uncle
Daniel’s mental vision the picture of
the preacher at Martha’s church, as
he stood with his great arm quid hand
stretched toward heaven, saying,
“Tarry ye in the city of Jerusalem
until ye be endued with power from
on high.”
Uncle Daniel thought, “What does
this mean? What does it mean?” He
had grown calm while seeing the
vision of the preacher. It flashed
upon him, “I must be quiet and
think.”
He thought of how he pushed his
cap back to mak« room for his head,
and how he had to turn his head far
to one side to get it in. “Well,” he
said, “if that is the way I put it in,
I surely ought to get it out the same
way. ”
So turning his head in as nearly as
possible the same position, he calmly
and slowly withdrew it.
There never was a happier man
than Uncle Dainel at that time. His
great rejoicing and thankfulness
made him forget where his cap was,
and he began looking for it. There
were the rabbits, his gun and ax, but
no cap. He became angry, and said:
“What wretch could have come
along and stolen my cap and left me
fast in the tree? Any one who would
do such a thing as that would commit
deliberate murder!”
Uncle Daniel started on barehead
ed. The farther he w’ent, the more
angry he was, and he threatened ven
geance if he should ever find the
thief. As these thoughts were in his
mind he was passing under the low
branches of a tree. One caught in
his cap and held fast. Then Uncle
Daniel laughed and laughed, as if to
split his sides.
He sat on a log and wiped his tears
(pd smoothed his hair and beard, and
resolved that as long as he was whole
and had everything he would say
nothing about the matter, for he
would only be laughed at for doing
what he considered a very foolish
thing. He rose, and stretching his
hand upward, said:
“You did it. I would never have
got out but for You. I am Yours
from now on.”
So Uncle Daniel said nothing to
Martha or any one, at that time, of
his adventure; but four years after
ward he told. Martha, and in three
more years he made the world his
confidant. —Youth’s Companion.
Gold For Teeth.
“The use of gold for teeth filling is
doomed,” according to a salesman for
a large dental supply house, quoted
by the Philadelphia Record. ‘‘Most
of us can remember when nearly
every one carried about in his mouth
more or less precious metal," says
this authority. ‘‘No one was ashamed
of displaying gleaming yellow when
he smiled. We formerly sold thou
sands of dollars' Avorth of specially
prepared gold to dentists. But that
is all changed. The new porcelain
fillings have been so far perfected
that nearly all dentists use them, to
the almost total exclusion of gold,”
THE PASSING OF THE TEDDY BEAR
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—Cartoon by W. A. Rogers, in the New York Herald.
• “Billy Possum” to Oust “Teddy Bear.” •
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X Georgians Preparing to Put Out Tattle Animals. X
j (Special Dispatch to the New York Herald.) X
X Atlanta, Ga.—All doubt has been dispelled that “Billy ’Possum” ♦
X has permanently dethroned “Teddy Bear” so far as the State of Geor- X
X gia and adjacent commonwealths are concerned. Already the Atlanta X
r visit of Presidont-elect William H. Taft has stimulated Southern in- t
* dustry, and to-day a factory in that city began the manufacture of toy t
X opossums of the sizes and variety of the “Teddy Bears” that for an J
X extended period have held infantile affection and adult interest. The ♦
J “opossum grin" is now a term as widely used in this State as the “Taft X
♦ smile.” j
SECRET JUST OUT ABOUT A DOCTORS’ WEIRD
FRATERNITY WITH A FANTASTIC RITUAL
Organization Never Before Heard of Has Chapters in
Many Cities and Originated in Chicago—Mem
bers Give Bodies to Science, Then to Flames.
Chicago. — A strange secret of
thirty-one years’ standing was re
vealed when more than a score of
prominent Chicago physicians and
surgeons admitted that they were
members of the Ustion Fraternity, a
society having for its object the dis
section of the bodies of its members
after death and cremation of the re
mains.
This weird fraternity, to which
only members of the medical profes
sion are admitted, is of national
•cope. Its headquarters are in a
well furnished clubhouse at 3232
Lake Park avenue.
Chapters exist in New York, Phila
delphia, Boston, Cleveland, Detroit
and other cities. Its membership is
taken from the ranks of the most
prominent ’practitioners in different
parts of the United States.
Each chapter Is known as a verte
bra. The Chicago chapter, being the
first organized, is called the “Prime
Vertebra.” Its high officer is known
as the “encephalon,” and Its next
highest officer is the “medulla.” Its
other officers are named for other
parts of the human body.
The members of the fraternity
must undergo a preparation or ap
prenticeship of four years before they
are admitted to full knowledge of its
weird rituals. During this period
each must s'tudy some physiological
or medical problem entirely original
in his own mind. If his faith and
persevernace in the ironclad rules of
the society are deemed doubtful he
does not become a partof the “body.”
If the showing is complimentary the
fantastic ceremonials are adminis
tered. The society is divided into
three “degrees,” through -which its
members must pass. They are fra
ternity, autopsy and cremation.
Dr. P. M. Oliver, who lives in this
city, Is the supreme encephalon or
national head of the Ustionians.
WHERE THE BIG BASEBALL TEAMS WILL DO THEIR TRAINING.
New York City. — With the an
nouncement by Manager Billy Mur
ray, of the Philadelphia Club, that
the Phillies will do their spring
training at Southern Pines, N. C., it
has been definitely settled where all
National League.
New York Marlin, Tex.
Chicago Shreveport, La.
Cincinnati. Augusta, Ga.
Pittsburg Hot Springs, Ark.
St. Louis Little Rock, Ark.
Boston Augusta, Ga.
Brooklyn Jacksonville. J>la.
Philadelphia Southern Pines, N. C.
Facts About Suffrage For Woman.
Four States give equal suffrage to women —Wyoming, Colorado,
Utah and Idaho.
Rhode Island, by legislative vote, and Oregon, by popular vote,
have refused to adopt equal suffrage for women.
In Kansas women have educational and municipal suffrage.
Eighteen States have school suffrage for women.
Montana and lowa permit women to vote on municipal bond is
sues
Louisiana gives women taxpayers the right to vote on all ques
tions submitted to the taxpayers.
New York allows women taxpayers to vote on village taxation.
In Great Britain women who possess the necessary qualifications
can vote for all officials except members of Parliament.
Australia and New Zealand give women full suffrage, as do the
Isle of Man, Iceland and Finland.
In Cape Colony, Canada and Sweden, as In parts of India, wom
en vote under various conditions for school and municipal officers.
Last year the English Parliament refused votes to women, and
there was a riot in the House, women chaining themselves to the
grillfe-work of the gallery of the House of Commons, while they cried
“Votes for wonfep!” The grilles had to be removed to get them out.
There is a National American Woman Suffrage Association, with
headquarters at Warren, O. The Rev. Anna H. Shaw is president.
“WHAT NEW YORK SPENDS ANNUALLY
for carfare, gas and electricity
Passengers annually carried on New York railways... M 00.000.000
Carried by steam railroads in United States < 50.000,000
Money spent by New Yorkers for street car fare
Population of New Yorx City 316.25
Outlay for car fare per capita 325
Number of rides per capita. . 000.000,000
Amount of gas sold in cubic fe $32,000,000
Cost at $1 per 1000 cubic feet ss.OO
Outlay for gas per capita. $20,000,000
Amount of electricity sold. . • £5.00
Outlay of electricity per capita *
This strange fraternity had its in
ception at Hahnemann College, in
this city, in 1878, During the thirty
one years of its existence its weird
teachings and practices have been a
profound secret. Its members at the
end of their probationary period take
an oath that silences their tongues
forever.
The life on this earth is enjoyed to
its utmost by them. At the efid their
colleagues, attired in long white sur
gical gowns, gather about the bier on
which lie the earthly remains of their
triend. The spirit they know has de
parted, and the clay that is left is
given over entirely to science. Their
theories are augmented by this grew
some gift. When they have finished
the rites are said. At a crematory all
that remains is given over to the
flames. The doctor that was is re
duced to a handful of dust.
Dr. Fred W. Wood, former su
preme encephalon, acknowledged
that the fraternity was for the pur
pose of autopsy and cremation. “We
believe in three degrees,” said Dr.
Wood. “They are fraternity, which
means the real fellowship on this
earth; autopsy after death, which
helps all mankind, and cremation,
which puts an end to the earthly
shell that remains after the spirit
has flown.”
“What is done at the autopsy?”
was asked.
“I cannot say,” replied Dr. Wood.
“Our oaths are solemn. What we do
to the body is all in the interest of
science. It does no harm and it ad
vances our knowledge.”
“What is the fraternity’s belief in
regard to cremation?” was asked.
“We believe that cremation is pro
per. The body is but clay, and soon
er or later becomes but a handful of
; dust. When it is given over to the
- fire all is ended. The translation of
‘Ustion’ means fire.”
the National and American League
teams will prepare for the champion
ship season.
Following is a list of the training
camps of the big league baseball
teams during the coming spring:
American League.
New York ....Macon, Ga.
. Boston San Antonio, Tex.
. Philadelphia New Orleans, La.
. Washington Galveston. Tex.
Chicago.... California
. Detroit Hot Springs
. St. Louis Houston, Tex.
. Cleveland . .Mobile and New Orleans
Manure Sled.
No more useful a device than a,
manure sled can be found on any
farm. There is hardly .a day that it
will not be used, if not for manure,
then for other purposes. The bed we
made of inch stuff and is fourteen
inches deep by five and ten feet in
length and breadth. The runners are
made of 2x6 pieces, rounded off -at
the front. When not in use we keep
this near the stable, and when clean
ing up mornings wheel manure out
and dump on the sled. When full we
haul out and spread on land broad
cast, which we find better than using
in hills or drill. —L. E. Gateley, in
The Epitomist.
Value of Rotation Demonstrated.
The value of rotation in ridding
land of weeds is well illustrated by
two plats at the Minnesota station.
One plat on which wheat has been
grown continuously for eleven years is
quite badly infested with wild oats.
Another plat two feet array from the
first one, on which a five-year rota
tion (wheat, grass, oats and corn) is
followed, is free of wild oats.
If any farmer who is troubled with
any of our common annual weeds will
lay his farm off in convenient shaped
and sized fields, and follow' a system
of rotation, using a well cultivated
crop of corn once in five to seven
years, and one to three grass crops
during the same time, he will have
but little trouble with weeds, and will
increase the products of his farm. —
Weekly Witness.
Effect of Fatigue on Milk Supply.
In experiments made by the Ver
mont Experiment Station to deter
mine the effect of fatigue on the milk
flow, the cows were driven ten to
twelve miles and shipped fifty to sev
enty miles by rail. In the first trial
with twenty-five cows, half gave rich
er milk the night of their arrival,
and all richer milk the next morning
than they did two weeks later, the
fat being the most variable constitu
ent. The quantity w’as unfavorably
affected. In the second trial it was
found that fatigue lessened the flow
temporarily, affected its quality seri
ously for the first one or two milk
ings, and raised the quality after a
little while. On the third trial six
cows, eighteen hours en route and
not milked during this time, showed
temporary enrichment of the milk
for a day or two. Apparently there
was no serious milk shrinkage. It
seems safe to conclude as a result of
the three trials that fatigue tends to
lessen the flow temporarily ami vari
ously to affect the quality for one or
two milkings. The folly of testing
milk before a cow has become accus
tomed to her new surroundings is
clear. —Farmers’ Home Journal.
f Bineberry Farming.
I give a great deal of my time to
blueberry grooving as a business. The
fields where I grow the bushes are on
a hill located in the town of Wilton,
on the west shore of Varnum pond.
The hill rises nearly 300 feet above
the level of the pond, overlooking the
pond and the valley. It contains
nearly sixty acres, and is part of a
farm of 140 acres on the hill.
A great deal of work has been done
smoothing and working the fields. I
plant the bushes in the fields that
have been plowed and smoothed so
that carriages can be driven where
the berries grow, and I want to say
that I am very much pleased with the
returns the berries have brought me
on one acre planted seventeen years
ago. The berries were not so good
as last year on account of the drouth,
but I harvested 100 bushels.
The berries grow on bushes of nine
different varieties, and in flavor are
from sub-acid to sweet, and color are
blue, pink and black. The bushes
are from the dwarf to bushes that
will grow’ five or six feet high.
I have taken care to get bushes
that will bear large berries and have
them come to ripening from the first
of July to the middle of September.
I think I have planted at the present
more than twenty acres, and I plan
if I am prospered to plant the greater
part of the hill to blueberries and
other berries. —David L. Pratt, in the
American Cultivator.
Clover Ensilage.
Hitherto corn has been almost en
tirely relied upon for filling the silo.
There has been much inquiry as to
the possibility of clover for this pur
pose, and the best we have yet seen
on this subject is in a letter of W. A.
Conant, of Massachusetts, to the
Country Gentleman,in which he says:
“I write briefly of a matter of no
small interest to dairy farmers. Two
years ago, at Bonnymeade Farm,
Maine, I suggested putting the second
crop of clover in the silo, at the bot
tom, underneath the corn. It made
an almost perfect feed for the follow
ing early summer, before grass had
started much in pastures. Now, Mr.
Pope has made a further advance, as
I have just been informed by recent
letter. Will you kindly print the
quotation from that letter, as I be
lieve it to be of much importance to
Eastern dairy farmers.”
“Perhaps you will be interested to
know,” writes Mr. Ned Pope, under
date of September 18, "that the clo
ver ensilage, left without covering
when we stopped feeding in the latter
part of May was not moldy at all
when we began feeding the middle of
July, except for about a foot around
the walls, the surface being merely
dried over a bit and all right for feed
ing. For summer feeding it seems
far better than corn ensilage, for
there was no waste by spoilage, no
matter how slowly we fed."
To prove that Mr. Pope has been
successful with his large herd of Jer
seys I need only add that notwith
standing pastures burned by drouth
and grain ruinously high in price, his
average production for the year end
ing September 1 has been almost ..
7500 pounds of milk per cow (to be
exact, 7420 pounds). There is no
guess w’ork about it, for the milk of
every cow is carefully weighed and
recorded at each milking. It means
an average of better than 400 pounds
of butter per cow—in a bad year like
1908.
What a large value the silo has for
crops difficult to cure, like second
crop clover. Hurrah for clover ensil
age! ....
“Blamed Fool Education.”
That is what some knowledge of
agriculture, and dairying is called by
a man who says he never took or read
agricultural or dairy papers in his
life. He assumes that he knew it all
when he was born. Here is an in
ventory of that fellow set out by
Hoard's Dairyman. In referring to
one of its cow census correspondents
who w r as looking over the dairy field
of Wisconsin, it says of this man:
“He found a farmer with a herd of
sixteen cows, the milk of which he
was taking to a creamery. Actually
he did not get money enough from his
cows to pay for their keeping, and he
lost about $8 a head. Within a quar
ter of a mile of this man was another
farmer, a patron of the same cream
ery, whose herd of nineteen cow’s paid
a profit above the cost of keeping of
?17 apiece. The difference between
those two men was, one man’s loss
added to the other’s profit, or a dif
ference of? 25 per cow for the poor
herd.
The census taker tried to arouse
the dull man to a sense of the situa
tion he was in, and showed him the
figures relating to the more success
ful farmer. This seemed to anger
him, and he said it was “all a lie,”
and he knew it. So low’ and sunken
was this man’s mind that he had
never had a dairy or agricultural pa
per in his house. That showed clear
,Jy the gmount of brains he was bring,
ing to bear dB-his work. He boasted
to the census taker that he had got
all he had withoutanyof this “blamed
fool education." _ _ _, <f .
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Recovering Waste Places.
How many farmers have ever taken
the trouble to make a careful esti
mate of the amount of unutilized
land on their farms? There may be
several acres overgrown with brush
and each year becoming more difficult
to clear off and put in productive
condition, or there is a considerable
area from which the timber has been
removed, but which has not been
suitably cleared of the brush and re
sulting rubbish. It is left to produce
berry bushes, and a great variety of
weeds until the soil is so abundantly
supplied with the enemies to profita
ble culture that it will require years
of patient toil to eradicate or subdue
them. There are on many farms
acres cf valuable land rendered utter
ly worthless by permitting the water
from springs to run over the leach
through it. A small outlay in drain
ing would put the land in a pro
ductive condition and in many cases
the spring water might be conveyed
to distant pasture fields, or the house
or barn, where its presence would be
worth more than the cost of the im
provement. In close times like the
present it behooves farmers to have
a careful regard for the principles of
economy. If an outlay of five dollars
will make a return of twice that
amount in a single season, then sure
ly hard times furnish no excuse for
neglecting the improvement, but
rather are an argument and incentive
for prompt action. But the con
spicuous waste places are only a part
of the land -which year after year is
permitted to lie idle, or worse, to
produce only weeds. The unutilized
land along the fences about our grain
fields amount to a considerable in
the aggregate, and close economical
management will reduce this loss to
the minimum. Careless plowers will
leave much more untilled land next to
the fences than there is any need of
leaving; on a large farm, fenced into
small fields, it is plain to see that a
strip of a few feet will amount to
several acres. The loss of this land
should be charged to the cost of
fencing, which is made needlessly
high on most farms. — Weekly Wit
ness.
Woman Wisdom.
A woman would rather be praised
for her taste in dress than be cred
ited with the possession of all the car
dinal virtues.
The world would never find out
about the foolish things we do if we
did not tell them ourselves. — Dorothy
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