Decatur Democrat, Volume 51, Number 3, Decatur, Adams County, 21 March 1907 — Page 7

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THE SPHINX. Nothing by Which We Can Accurately Tell Its Age. The great sphinx of Glzeh bears no inscription by which we can tell Its date. In 1816 Caviglia, who in modern times was the first to clear away the sand, found between its paws a stela of the reign of Thothmes IV,, and therefore It was believed that the sphinx was carved by that monarch. But in 1858 the excavations of Marlette uncovered a stela bearing the name of Cheops, on which is a reference to the sphinx. Tbe inscription is evidently of a late period, but la supposed to be an exact copy of an ancient carving, end the translation seemed to place tbe sphinx earlier than the pyramids and consequently to prove It the most ancient piece of work in tbe world. Still there remained four lines carved on the base which could not be read, but M. Daressy deciphered them, and it appears that’ the inscription is in two parts. In the earlier lines there is no mention of the sphinx, but the lines which date from the Persian occupation mention the repair of the sphinx. There is, therefore, nothing by which we can tell the date of the monument, and the only evidence we have is the headdress of the Colossus. Its hood is ornamented behind with three bands, a large one between two smaller bands. Now, this is afashlon which only existed toward the end of the twelfth dynasty in the reigns of Usurtesen 111. and Amenemhet 111. As this family showed much seal for the god Harmaklin, whose portrait the sphinx is, it is probable that the monument is the work of Amenemhet lll.—London Globe. Rml Um of the Boo’s Sting. “The bee’s sting is a trowel, not a rapier,” said a nature student “It is an exquisitely delicate little trowel with which the bee finishes off the honey cell, Injects a little preservative Inside and seals it up. With its trowellike sting the bee puts the final touches on the dainty and wonderful work. With the sting it pats and shapes the honey cell,-as a mason pats and shapes a row of brick. Before sealing up the cell It drops a wee bit es poison into the honey. This is formic acid. Without it honey would spoil. Most of us think the bee’s sting, with its poison, is a weapon only. It is a weapon secondarily, but primarily it is a magic trowel, a trowel from whose end, as the honey cells are built up, a wonderful preserving fluid drips. The Weathering es Coal. It is probably not generally known that coal exposed to the atmosphere undergoes chemical changes greatly j affecting its quality. Moisture is the most powerful agent in producing such ■ change. It is a matter of common I knowledge among men engaged in the I making of illuminating gas that coal which has been stored for a long time experiences a loss of hydrocarbons, ! and the effects of the change are shown In a diminution of the volume of the coal and in a loss of illuminating power in the gas produced from it Such chemical changes occurring in great masses of coal may even produce sufficient accumulation of heat to cause spontaneous combustion. Trouble Ahead. “Is your husband up yet?” asked the early caller of the sour faced woman . at tbe door. “I expect he is,” was the reply. “I’d like to see him for a few minutes.” “So would I. He hasn’t come home yet”—Milwaukee Sentinel. i I The truth of it Is those who best deserve praise hare generally the moat i exquisite relish of It—Steele. ,

BEHIND THE SCENES. 4 Humorous Lecturer’s Views About the Stage Hands. I wonder why It Is that one feels it' is such a feather in his cap if he can ’ make a stage hand laugh. I remember ' that one evening there was an unusu- I ally intelligent audience, made up of i college professors and collegians, and they laughed readily and often at Jerome’s sallies. Just off scene sat a stolid and stupid stage hand, and he yawned' at least; "four times while the reading was go4ng on. I knew perfectly well that, if Jerome were to leap to his hands and walk around the stage with his feet 1b the air, singing “God Save the King” meantime, the stage hand would laugh, but I knew that Jerome never did that particular trick. And the stage hand sat there stolid. "Will he like my work?” I asked myself, and I realized that I would value his verdict above a whole theater full of others, although they were alert mentalities. I went on. The professors and collegians prospered ray jests, for which I was grateful, but I heard a noise at the wings that made me do my level best. The stage hand was laughing out loud. Later I heard what it was be said when he laughed. “Gee, I have to laugh to see such a solemn lookin’ cuss before the footlights. I bet he’s lost his way.” But at the time I thought I bad made a hit with him, and I was happy. I always preferred churches to theaters, because there were no stage hands. I don’t know how a stage hand acts toward an actor, but I always felt that they merely tolerated us, because we never used slapsticks nor yet made up. I know they made me feel uncomfortable, but once half a dozen of them laughed. at.me, and I didn’t half try to make them do it. The first thing a lecturer does after accustoming himself to the darkness of “behind the scenes” is to find a “peep hole” and “count the house.” One night I tried several, but they were all too small. Just at “tiptoes” was a big one, and I made for that, and, raising myself on my tootsies until I resembled a ballet dancer, I applied my eye. Then it was that they laughed, for I was looking into a little trick mirror that reflected my eye, but gave me no glimpse of the house.—Charles Battell Loomis in Success Magazine. Voltaire In the Bastille. The severest wit of his time, Voltaire, was more than once imprisoned in the Bastille for having directed his satire against the powers that were. His first incarceration for such an offense was In 1717, when he leveled a biting set of verses and later a satirical composition in Latin against the regent, the Duke of Orleans. The incensed regent ordered Voltaire to the Bastille: but, forgetting about him, left the writer In prison for eleven months. When at last the poet was remembered and released, the regent, a man of some generosity, unmindful of anything save the tedious imprisonment his lampooner had suffered, sent for him and granted him a pension of 2,000 francs a year to soothe his wounded feelings. It is related that Voltaire accepted the gift with as much witty grace as gratitude. “Monseigneur,” said he, "I most humbly thank your royal highness for continuing to charge yourself with the expense of my board, but I beg you never again to trouble yourself about my lodging.” Absentminded Prize. “I’ve met the most absentminded man at last,” said the man who is always looking‘for freaks. “I thought I’d found him in the college professor who when he went upstairs to dress for dinner would absentmindedly go to bed instead. But that fellow was displaced by a young writer who would put his foot up in a chair to tie his shoe and then, forgetting what he did it for, would put the other foot up in the chair and stand up in it. Then I met a woman who confessed to looking absentmindedly in the baek of her hairbrush instead of her hand mirror when she wanted to see the back of her head, and I thought she had gone “the writer one better. But I’ve met the king of the absentminded world now. He is a young minister, and every once in awhile he waits patiently half an hour for a car in a street on which no cars run. He has confessed it, but every once in so often he does the trick right over again.” Irish Wit. Pat O’Hoollgan gave a dinner to some of his friends. His wife had prepared one chicken, which Pat proceeded to carve to serve his guests. Turning to the lady seated nearest him, he asked very politely: j “What part will yes hev, Missis Murphy?” i “01*11 take the leg, if yez plaze, solr,” she said. Pat next turned to a little Murphy. “And what part iv the bird will yea hev, young man?” ■ “Oi’ll take a leg, if it plaze ye, solr,” replied the little Murphy. Then Pat addressed Mr. Murphy. “What’s yer choice iv the bird? Will ye hev the white meat?” “01’11 take another leg, solr, an’ much obleged fer the question,” said Mr. Murphy, who always followed his wife’s example. I “Begorra,” exclaimed Pat, “phwat do yez thlni I’m carvin’—a spider?”— Washington Post. Moving Boones. Jangs—Yes, sir, I have had some strange experiences and witnessed some moving scenes—very mpvlng, indeed. Smith—Oh, are you a detective? Jangs—No; I’m a scene shifter at the theater. I » *

ILL FATED MDDBLX. The Odd Story of Boyne’s Painting "Mystery of Life.” Invested with tragedy is the story of George I. Seyne’s “Mystery of Life,” in the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art. “Three models,” the artist told a friend, “were lost during the making of It It became next to impossible for me to finish it “I had sketched out the plan and had practically completed the figure of the old man in the grotto. Then I began work on the figure of the girl. The model I -selected was a particularly beautiful young woman and one who understood to a nicety the methods of my work, for she posed for mo for nearly five years. “The picture wafi begun in the spring, and I had been at work on the woman’s figure barely a week when my model stayed away one day to go on a yachting trip. From this she never returned. The boat capsized, and all on board were drowned. So true to the subject of the painting was thia Incident that I turned the canvas to the wall, unable to continue the work. * “More than a year passed, and one day the old gentleman who posed for the other figure asked me about the picture. I explained to him that I had been unable to continue with the work. After some reasoning he persuaded me to get the canvas out I added a bit to his figure and decided to continue the work, after persuading myself that this morbid state of mind caused by the Incident of a year previous wag more or less due now to a bad case or indigestion. “The next day I began work with a new model. Scarcely two weeks had passed when this girl caught cold in my studio, was stricken with pneumonia, and before the month was out she died. “Horror stricken, I turned the canvas again to the wall and declared that never again would I touch it. “Many times would I look at it and long to complete It, but the work was at such a stage that a model was necessary, and my superstition conquered. So I refrained from taking up the brush. “One day many months afterward I left a model alone In the studio. Her curiosity prompted her to look /it some canvases stacked against the wall. This one took her fancy. She saw it was unfinished, and, to my amazement, when I returned the picture was standing on the easel. “ ‘I want to pose for that,’ she said, as I entered. “ ‘But it is impossible. Neither you nor any ,one else shall ever pose-for that picture.’ “ ‘But it is a great subject You must finish it—you must!’ “So insistent was she that I finally yielded, and she posed for me. I never saw a model so Interested in the progress of a painting. She could scarcely wait to see it finished. At last it was completed, and I rejoiced to think that it was done without further fatality. But In that I was mistaken. Almost incredible as it may seem, six months later, when that painting was hung on exhibition, my last model died from burns she received in a hotel fire.”— Scrap Book. “The United States and New Jersey.” The suggestion that New Jersey is outside of the United States is not often touched upon nowadays, but for many years the references to it were as common as the recurrence of the mother-in-law joke. The origin of the idea came from -a condition under which the Camden and Amboy railroad held its charter, which provided that out of the railroad receipts $1 should be paid into the state treasury for every through passenger. With that praiseworthy prudence that has raised railroad managers into such prominence among business men and financiers the directors ordered that a dollar should be added to the regular fare on every through ticket As transportation began at Jersey City, across the North river from New York, and ended at Camden, across the Delaware from Philadelphia .in Pennsylvania, it became equivalent to a tax on any citizen of any state who had occasion to travel across the territory of New Jersey.—From “Forty Years an Advertising Agent.” ■ A Queer Marriage Ceremony. A queer marriage ceremony was that in Queen Elizabeth’s reign, before the deaf and dumb alphabet was invented, between Thomas Filshy and Ursula Bridget Ursula could talk fast enough, but Thomas was a deaf mute, and as it was required that promises should be exchanged in spoken words nobody knew how to manage the thing. Finally the bishop of London helped to devise a service by signs, and Thomas proceeded thus: Having first taken Ursula in his arms, he took her by the hand and put the nuptial ring on her finger. He then laid his right hand significantly on his heart and after-* ward, putting their palms together, extended both his bands toward heaven. Having thus sued for divine blessing, he declared his purpose to live with Ursula till death should separate them by closing his eyelids with his fingers, digging the earth with his feet as, though he wished to make a hole in | the ground and then moving his armsj and body as though he were tolling a funeral bell.

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CAFE MINCE OF WALES. Whore America Nods to Aeta Acrees a Narrow Strait. The most western point of the American continent is a bold granite mountain 2,500 feet high, very abrupt on the sea side and sloping gently toward the interior. From this mountain one can see a long stretch of the mainland of Siberia. The American point is Cape Prince of Wales. That on the Siberian coast is East cape* The string of islands vanning between the two leaves only fourteen miles of open sea between them. The passage is not a difficult one and Is often made in a few hours in the open skin boats of the Eskimos, who Inhabit both coasts. Every winter it io possible to eross on the ice. Cape Prince of Wales has the reputation of being the most inclement place in the world. But the very elements combine in making it one of the great hunting places of the arctie regions. The whale, walrus, bear and seal, following the Ice south in the fall and north in the spring, pass through this comparatively narrow channel. This accounts for the cape having one of the largest Eskimo settlements on the arctic coast. The cape village is the clearing house for a large region. Furs come from far up the Yukon and the interior to be exchanged for Siberian reindeer skins. The natives are heavy, strong of arm and back and very light on their feet. They are short legged, but very fleet footed and great jumpers. They begin to practice jumping as soon as they can walk. s The favorite way of Jumping is to spring up and kick with the toes of both feet and come down again on their feet Many of them can in this way touch a point from twelve to thirty inches above their heads. In looks they resemble the Japanese far more than the Chinese, but they are lighter in complexion and very ruddy faced. The girls and young women are good looking; some are handsome. Their eyes are a clear brown and very bright, and their eyesight is marvelous. Their food is what the sea produces —seal, walrus, whale and fish. The hair seal is the most useful. It furnishes the skin for footwear, mittens, trousers, material for nets, ropes and bags for oil. The flesh is used for food. The blubber, which is the largest part of the seal, furnishes oil for food, light and heat The quantity of seals seems to be unlimited. Unlike the fur seals the hair seal never comes ashore. It is captured In nets, and when the ice forms it is shot—Southern Workman.

BraMM and Bronzes es the Hindoos. The brass and bronze trade is kept alive by the religious customs of the Hindoos, who are not allowed to use wooden and earthenware vessels freely, and brass and bronze are to them as Important as glass and china to the westerners. Almost all Hindoo utensils are of brass, copper or bronze, and It is the custom to present the female portion of a Hindoo family with a valuable batterie de cuisine, made either of brass or copper, and a still existing Hindoo ceremony is that of carrying the utensils in a procession at the wedding. J’he result of this custom is that almost all the platters, trays, bowls, nutcrackers and all brass and copper utensils are most beautifully ornamented, and there are lovely combinations of brass and copper and silver and copper. All Hindoo women used to have lovely brass caskets covered with ornamentations called chellams, manufactured In Malabar, in which they kept’their jewels, but these are fast being replaced by the vulgar English japanned dispatch box. Ths Duke’s Breeches. Mrs. Loudon was an accompllshed lady, who wrote not only on floriculture, but on arboriculture and landscape gardening, and illustrated what she wrote. In one of her works she desired to Insert a sketch of tbe "Waterloo Beeches” at Strathfieldsaye. a picturesque clump planted to commemorate our deliverance from the Corsican tyrant. Accordingly she wrote to the Duke of Wellington requesting leave to sketch the beeches and signed herself In her usual form, ’J. Loudon.’ The duke, who, in spite of extreme age and with perceptions not quite so clear as they had once been, insisted on doing all his own correspondence, replied as follows: F. M. the Duke of Wellington presents his compliments to the bishop of London. The bishop is quite at liberty to make a sketch of the breeches which the duke wore at Waterloo if they can be found, but the duke is not aware that they differed In any way from the breeches which he generally wears. —G. W. E. Russell la Manchester Guardian. Broke the ice. “Sir," exclaimed the Indignant Boston girl after the kiss had been stolen, "how dare you!, No man ever kissed me before!” "Oh, that’s all right!” replied the ] nervy youth. “Somebody had to break the lce.”—Chlcago News. The Hour and the Man. Guest (at dinner)—What is the meaning of this? First you bring the fish , and then the soup afterward. Walter [ (confidentially)—Between ourselves, sir, it was high time for the flsh.—FMegende Blatter

BEIT THEIRCAFTOBS. Curious Contest That Occurred on a British Frigate. ALL NIGHT BATTLE OF SONG. The Crew es an Ameriean Privateer, Prisoners en Board the Leander, Outeang the English Tare—An Odd incident es the War of 1812. A curious defiance of capton by their prisoners was that of the crew of the American privateer Prince de Neuchatel when confined on board the British frigate Leander. Toward the close of the war of 1812 the frigate had captured the privateer easily enough and, taking her crow on board, gave them quarters in the cable tier, making them stay in those confined quarters among the spare cables from 4 o’clock every afternoon until 8 o’clock the next morning. To while away the long hours of their confinement in the dark and dismal hole the captives one night began to sing in chorus rousing songs which told of American naval victories. The captain of the Leander sent word that such concerts were not at all to his taste and must be stopped. This set the Yankees to singing louder than ever. Then the captain picked out six of the best singers In his crew and, joining a dozen more to them for the chorus, stationed them at the hatchway and ordered them to sing the Yankees down. The British choir started in with a song descriptive of the capture of the Chesapeake by the Shannon. The Americans waited in silence until the British song of victory was ended and then burst forth with that grand old sea song, “The Constitution and the Guerriere,” telling how The first broadside we poured carried her , mainmast by the board, ’ Which made this lofty frigate look abandoned, oh! Our second told so well that her fore and . mizzen fell, And we doused the royal ensign neat and handy, oh! They fairly made the timbers of his majesty’s frigate ring as with one mighty shout they ended with the line, "The Yankee boya for fighting are the dandy, oh!” To this the British singers retorted with a song composed in honor of the taking of the Wasp by the Poictlers, and in return the Americans gave them “Bainbridge’s Tid-Re-I,” which tells how the Java was taken and has such pleasing little verses as: For now, my hearts, we’ve played our Parts; Proud John once more we’ve humbled, oh! It may be said a bull bo made On Yankees when hw stumbled, oh! And If he comes to run his hums We’ll give proud John a roasting, oh! And so the battle of song went on until the British, running out of ballads celebrating their victories over Americans, began to sing “The Battle of the Nile,” “Britannia Rules the Waves,” etc. At this the Yankees cried out, “Not fair,” and claimed the victory, as their songs of victory over the English had not begun to be exhausted. Thereupon the British band of song withdrew, acknowledging their defeat, while the Americans continued their saengerfestwlth such roaring ballads as “The Yankee Man-of-War” and “When the Yankee Thunders Roll.” It was now past midnight, not a soul aboard the frigate had had a wink of sleep because of the boisterous concert, and the British captain determined to try another mode of overcoming the Americans. He ordered a file of marines, with loaded to the hatchway and shouted aown to the singing sailors that if they did not stop their racket the marines would fire down into them. "Fire my hearties!” shouted back the elated Americans as they burrowed beneath the cables. “You may kill us, but you’ll spoil your best bower cable in the doing of it” The captain had seriously Intended to shoot down among his prisoners. He thought better of It and withdrew the marines, whose departure was the signal for more cheers for the stars and stripes and the roaring out of another ballad abusive of the British. All that night they sang, and surely old ocean never before or since saw the spectacle of a British frigate plunging through the waves, taut and trim and still In his majesty’s service, while from her depths surged out over the dark sea choruses which defied the British power and sang of British defeats. That captain was a pretty good sort of fellow. His name was Sir George Collier, and he deserves to be remembered. As things went in those days, if he had had his prisoners soundly flogged the next morning he would not have been thought to .have exercised undue severity. Most captains would have done at least that, even if they had not ordered the marines to fire Into the cable tier. As it was, Sir George transferred the captive Americans to the first homeward bound British man-of-war he met and declared that, while he admired their spirit, as guests he considered them a trifle noisy.—lrving King in New York Press. Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.— Richter.