Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 13 September 1897 — Page 3

THE DAILY BANNED TIMES, GREEN CASTLE, INDIANA

rALMAGE’S SEK.MON. 1.ABOR STRIKES THE SUBJECT LAST SUNDAY.

from th® following Matt. »ll 12: "IVhAtso®v«r I® Would that Men should Uo to You. l>u You Kveu bo to Them.”

HE greatest war j the world has ever | seen is between 1 capital and labor. The strife is not | like that which in history is called the Thirty Years' War, for It is a war !

of centuries, it is a atc

They stamp tnelr feet with indignation anil say just the opposite of "Save the working-classes.” They have ail their sympathies with Shyiock, and not with Antonio and Fortia. They are plutocrats, and their feelings are infernal. They are filled with irritation aad irafecAbtltty o«. this subject. To stop tliis awful imbroglio between capital and labor they will lift not so much as the Up end of the little finger. Neither will there be any pacification of this angry controversy through violence. God never blessed murder. Well, If this controversy between capital and labor cannot be settled by human wisdom, if today capital and labor stand with their thumbs on each other's throat-as they do—It is Mine for us to look somewhere else for relief and it points from my text roseami jubilant and puts one hand

hemispheric, this country, has depended

war of tire five con- ) tinents, it is a war

The middle classes In j upon whom the nation for holding the balance |

of power and for acting as mediators between the two extremes, are diminishing; and if things go on at the same j ratio as they are now going, it will not ; be very long before there will be no i middle class in this country, but all j will be very rich or very poor, princes or paupers, and the country will be given up to palaces and hovels. The antagonistic forces are closing in upon each other. The Pennsylvania miners' strikes, the telegraph operat<«>' strikes, the railroad employes' strikes, the movements of the boycotters and the dynamiters are only skirmishes before a general engagement. or. if you prefer it. escapes through the safety-valves of an imprisoned force whlrh promises the explosion of society. You may poohpooh it; you may say that this trouble, like an angry child, will cry itself to sleep; you may belittle It by railing it Friirierlsm, or Socialism, or St. Simon'aw, or Nihilism, or Communism; but that will not hinder the fact that it is the mightiest, the darkest, the most terrific threat of this century. All attempts at pacification have been dead failures, and monopoly is more arrogant, and the trades unions more bitter. "Give us more wages," cry the employes. "You shall have less,” say the capitalists. "Compel us to do fewer hours of toil In a day.” “You shall toll more hours,” say the others. "Then, under certain condition, we will not work at all," say these. "Then you shall starve,” say those, and the workmen gradually using up that which they accumulate In better times, unless there be some radical change, we shall have soon in this country four million hungry men and women. Now, four millions hungry people cannot he kept quiet. All the enactments of legislatures and all the constabulari is of the cities, and all the army and navy of the United States cannot keep four million hungry people quiet. What then? Will this war between capital and labor be settled by human wis-

dom? Never.

I shall first show you how this quarrel between monopoly and hard work cannot be stopped, and then I will show you how this controversy will ue

settled.

Futile remedies. In the first place there will come no pacification to this trouble through an outcry against rich men merely because they are rich. There la no member of a trades union on earth that would not be rich If he could be. Sometimes through a fortunate invention, or through some accident of prosperity, a man who had nothing comes to a large estate, and we see him arrogant and supercilious, and taking people by the throat Just as other people took him by the throat. There is something very mean about human nature when it comes to the top. But it Is no more a sin to be rich than It is a sin to be poor. There are those who have gathered a great estate through fraud, and then there are millionaires who have gathered their fortunes through foresight In regard to ehanges In the markets, and through brilliant business faculty, and every dollar of their estate Is as honest as the dollar which the plumber gets for mending a pipe, or the mason gets for building a wall. There are those who keep in poverty because of their own fault. They might have been well-off, hut they gave themselves to strong drink, or they smoked or chewed up their earnings, or they lived beyond their means, while others on the same wages and on the same salaries went on to competency. I know a man who is all the time complaining of his poverty and crying out against rich men, while he hiself keeps two dogs, and chews and smokes, and is filled to the chin with whisky and beer! Micawber said to David Gopperfield: "Copperfleld, my boy, one pound income, tweaty shillings and sixpence expenses: result misery. But, Copperfield, my boy, one pound income, ex penses nineteen shillings and sixppiice; result, happiness." And there are vast multitudes of people who are kept poob because they are the victims of their own improvidence. It is no sin to be rich, and It Is no sin to be poor. I protest against this out cry which I hear against those who. through economy and self-denial and assiduity, have come to large fortune. This bombardment of commercial sue cess will never stop this quarrel between capital and labor. Neither will the contest be settled by cynical and. unsympathetic treatment of the laboelng classes. There are those who speak of them as though they were only cattle or draught horses. Their nerves are nothing, their domestic comfort is nothing, their happiness Is nothing. They have no more sympathy for them than hound has for a hare, or a hawk for a hen, or a tiger for a calf. When ^ Jean Valjean, the greatest hero of Victor Hugo's writings, after a life of suffering and brave endurance, goes Into Incarceration and death, they clap the hook shut and say. "Good for him!

But you go with me and 1 will show you—not so far off as Sheffield, Eng-^ land—factories, banking houses, store houses, and costly enterprises where this Cnrist-like injunction of ray text is fully kept, and you could no baore get the employeV to practice an injustice dpon his men, or ike men to conspire against the employer, than you coukl get your right hand and your left hand, your right eye and your left eye. your right ear and your left ear, into physiological antagonism. Now, where is this to begin? In our homes, in our stores, on our farms—not waiting for other people to do their duty. Is there a divergence now between the parlor and the kitchen? Then there is something wrong, either in the parlor or the kitchen, perhaps in both. Are the clerks In your tft«re irate agaiast the firm? Tlrek there Is something facing, either behind the counter, or in the private office, or perhaps In

both.

The great want of the world today is the fulfillment of this Christ-like injunction, that which he promulgated in his sermon Olivetic. All the political economists under the archivault of the heavens in convention for a thousand years cannot settle this controversy between monopoly and ham work, between capital and labor. During the Revolutionary war there was a

The maid in the kitchen hcav >' P ii c e of timber to be lifted, perIf ray employer seems to haps for some fortress, and a corporal

THEATRICAL

Topics Miss crawf ° rd has » contralto • voice, and is a marked favorite.

SAYINGS AND DOINGS OF THE PLAYERFOLK. “The Elernnl rt«hl«*m of Hi® Sejr«," the Untlercurreat of All ropuhtr riavs—DaUj Mayer** lu Kuf?land.

on the broadcloth shoulder of capital, i and puls the other on the home-spun-covered shoulder of toil, and says, with a voice that will grandly and glorious- | ly settle this, and settle everything, 1 "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do you even so to 1 them.” That is, the lady of the house- , hold will say: “I must treat the maid in the kitchen just as I would like to be treated if I were downstairs, and it were my work to wash, and cook, and sweep, and it were the duty of the maid in the kitchen to preside In

this parlor, must say:

I

be more prosperous than I, that is no fault of hers; I shall not treat her as an enemy. I will have the same Industry and fidelity down-stairs as 1 would expect from ray subordinates,

if I happened to

importer.”

The owner of an iron mill, having taken a dose of my text before leaving home in the morning, will go into his foundry, and, passing into what is called the puddling-room, he will see a man there stripped to the w'alst, and besweated and exhausted with the labor and the toil and he w*ll stiy to him: "Why it seems to be very hot In here. You look very much exhausted. I hear your child Is sick with scarlet fever. If you want your wages a little earlier this week so as to pay the nurse and get the medicines, just come into my office any time." After awhile, crash goes the money market, and there is no more demand for the articles manufactured in that iron mill, and the owner does not know what to do. He says, "Shall I stop the mill, or shalll run it on half time, or shall I cut down the men's wages?" He walks the floor of his counting-room all day, hardly knowing what to do. Towards evening he calls all the laborers together. They stand all around, some with arms akimbo, some with folded arms, wondering what the boss is going to do now. The manufacturer says: "Men, times are very hard; I don't make twenty dollars where I used to make one hundred. Somehow, there is no demand now for what we manufacture, or but very little demand. You see I am at vast expense, and I have called you together this afternoon to see what you wmuld advise. I don’t want to shut bp the mill, because that would force you out of work, and you have always been very faithful, and I like you, and you seem to like me, and the bairns must be looked after, and your wife will after awhile want a new dress. I don't know what to do.” There is a dead halt for a minute or two, and then one of the workmen steps out from the ranks of his fellows, and says: "Boss, you have been very good to us, and when you prospered we prospered, and now you are in a tight place and I am sorry, and we have got to sympathize with you. I don't know how the others feel, but I propose that we take off twenty per cent from our wages, and that when the times get good you will remember us and raise them again.” The workman looks around to his comrades, and says: "Boys, what do you say to this? All in favor of my proposition will say ay.” "Ay! ay! ay!” shout two hundred voices. But the mill-owner, getting in some new machinery, exposes himself very much, and lakes cold, and it settles Into pneumonia, and lie dies. In the procession to the tomb are all the workmen, tears rolling down their cheeks, and off upon the ground; but an hour before the procession gets to the cemetery the wives and the children of those workmen are at the grave waiting for the arrival of the funeral pageant. The minister or religion may have delivered an eloquent eulogium before they started from the house, but the most Impressive things are said that day by the workingclasses standing around the tomb. That night in all the cabins of the working-people where they have family prayers the widowhood and the orphanage in the mansion are remembered. No glaring populations look over the iron fenc? of the cemetery; but, hovering over the scene, the benediction of God and man is coming for the fulfillment of the Christ-like injnr.C'.lou, "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do you even so

to them.”

"Oh," says some man here, "that is all Utopian, that is apocryphal, that is impossible.” No. I cut out of a pa per this: "One of the pleasantest incidents recorded in a long time is reported from Sheffield, England. The wages of the men in the iron works a' SheMeld are regulated by a board of arbitration, by whose decision both masters and men are bound. Fiw some time past the iron and steel trade has been etxreinely unprofitable, and the employers cannot, without much loss, pay the wages fixed by the board which neither employers nor employed have the power to change. To avoid this difficulty, the workmen in one of the largest steel works In Sheffield hit upon a device as rare as it was gener ous. They offered to work for their employers one week without any pay

whatever."

was overseeing the work, and he was giving commands to some soldiers as they lifted: "Heave away, there! yo heave!” Well, the timber was too

heavy; they could not get it up. There ,

be the wife of a silk was a gentleman riding by on a horse, j "ill likely be of the coming season

1 and he stopped and said to this cor- *■"' . . - •

poral, "Wny don't you help them lift? 'j'liat timber is too heavy for them to lift.” “No,” he said, “I won’t; I am a corporal.” The gentleman got off his horse and came up to the place. "Now," he said to the soldiers, “all together yo heave!” and the timber went to its place. "Now,” said the gentleman to the corporal, “when you have a piece of timber too heavy for the men to lift, and you want help, you send to your commander-in-chief.” It was Washington. Now, that is about all the Gospel 1 know the Gospel of giving somebody a lift, a lift out of darkness; a lift out of earth into heaven. That is all the Gospel I know—the Gospel of helping somebody

else to lift.

The greatest friend of capitalist and toiler, and the one who will yet bring them together in complete accord, was born one Christmas night while the curtains of heaven swung, stirred by the wings angelic. Owner of all things —all the continents, all worlds, and all the Islands of light. Capitalist of immensity, crossing over to our condition. Coming into our world, not*by gate of palace, but by door of barn. Spending his first night amid the shepherds. Gathering afterward around him the fishermen to be bis chief attendants. With adze, and saw, and chisel, and axe, and In a carpenter shop showing himself brother with the tradesmen. Owner of all things, and yet on a hillock back of Jerusalem one day resigning everything for others, keeping not so much as a shekel to pay for his obsequies: by charity buried in the suburbs of a city that had cast him out. Before the cross of such a capitalist, and such a carpenter, all men can afford to shake hands and worship. Here is the every man s Christ. None so high, but he was higher. None so poor, but he was poorer. At his feet the hostile extremes will yet renounce their animosities, and countenances which have glowered with the prejudices and revenge of centuries shall brighten with the smile of heaven as he commands: "Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do you even

so to them.”

T has been many years since a tragic play dealing with modern conditions has been so successful in New York

Vi as to achieve a run ¥ The sin C"8s las* ' season of "Toss of

the ITUrbervillea”

», was marveled a t

for this reason, yet

that success is easily explained. Hardy's great story, from which the play was made, fascinates the reader because it seems to deal with men and women of flesh and blood, and underlying their movements and pointed by the climax is the eternal problem of the sexes. The art of the play, like the art of the story, imposes the vital topic without seeming to do so, through the acts and accidents of really human beings that strongly grip the emotions and play upon the sympathies. The characters are not mere lay figures, and therefore the play seems an abstract of life itself. As "Tess of the D'Urbervilles" was the dramatic sensation of last season in New York, so it

In

the cities fortunate enough to see it In the bands of Mrs. Flake and her com-

pany.

A BICYCLE TRAGEDY.

Joseph Jefferson says there are only two things tn modern life in which the American people know nothing -the editorial sanctum of a daily paper and the green room qf a theater. To this fact, perhaps, Frank Plxley thinks, may be attributed the failure of every play which deals with newspaper life. Not a newspaper play has succeeded. Milton Noble's "Phoenix" probably was the nearest approach to a suicess, but it did not deal exclusively with the editorial sanctum. Many of the leading actors of this country have attempted editorial roles, but failure has scored every time. The average the-ter-goer knows no more about the internal workings of journalistic life than ke does about society on Mars. Reporters frequently sre represented hi successful plays, but almost without exception they are extremely unreal. The stage reporter could not hold bis job on a live newspaper, two days. The many actors who took advantage of the sudden craze for the legitimate in vaudeville, and who appeared in

A Ruth Youth Who IM<1 Not Renprct til*

p»wi*t»theupf* rrftf«r«nre«.

He was full of joy, and why shouldn't he be? Wasn't ho riding a brand-new wheel, and in another moment Wouldn't he be by the side of the creature he adored above all else in the world? asks the Ohio State Journal. Yea, at times he was even constralaed to believe he thought more of this beautiful girl that he did of his bike. He dismounted, opened the gate and with a proud step came up the graveled walk, leading his wheel. On the porch stood the girl who was his promised wife. A happy light shone from her eyes and the glad smile of welcome site gave him made the young man feel at peace with the world. Suddenly the l; i cut a swift glance at the new wheel. She trembled and then grew pale. The happy lowk fled from her eyes and a sudden flush of indignation swept over her beautiful features. Drawing herself up proudly she cast a withering glance upon the youag man

and said In a choked voice:

"Henceforth, Wheeler Sprocket, we meet as strangers. Our engagement Is

FOOD IN’ TABLET FORM.

plays or monologues in the continuous j at an end. You have shown yourself houses during the spring and summer ; in your true colors. A man who will

Daisy Mayer, who has made a notable success in England by her spir Red and faithful delineations of negr< women and her Intricate step dancing is the wife of James W. Slocum, one of the well-known Slccum family of theatrical managers. She has been abroad eighteen months and is coming back to America in the autumn to play ; six weeks' engagement In one of the great music halls in New York. Sin may later make an American tour. She is under contrac: to appear in London Easter Monday, 1896. Richard Mansfield has laid out a busy season. The first play to he produced by him is a dramtization of Jessie Fothergill's novel. "The First Violin." This will lie followed by “The Master of the Ceremonies,” dramatized from George Manville Fenn's novel, by Mary Edwina Booth. This play was given for copyright purposes at the Tremont theater, Boston, during Mr. Mansfield's latest engagement in that city. Following "The Master of the Ceremonies" he will present George Bernard Shaw's new play, "The Devil's Disciple," and if the length of the New York season permits, a production of “Tlmon of Athens” will take place. Richard Wagner was one of his own severest critirs. Not only did he carefully re-write all his musical and literary manuscripts before he sent them to the printer, hut at various periods he revised parts of his early operas. In 1846, for instance, he was displeased with the orchestration of the "Flying Dutchman” and subjected it to a complete revision. This version was print-

season are now beginning to regret their haste in taking a step which though It brought them a large salary for several weeks, has nevertheless cheapened them In the eyes of manage™ and public. If a player has been seen In a vaudeville theater where the admission is thirty or fifty cents, does it not stand to reason that the public will thereafter hesitate before paying a dollar or a dollar and a half to sec him again? That is the argument that legitimate managers are now presenting to the stray sheep returning from the field of variety, and those actor#

DAISY MAYER.

who were farsighted enough to withstand the temptation of a large salary for a few weeks of the continuous arc now congratulating themselves, as they sign contracts for the coming season and their less fortunate fellows are still waiting for an engagement. Miss Ethel Barrymore, daughter of Maurice Barrymore, and granddaughter of Mrs. John Drew, was a member of Mr. Gillette's "Secret Service" company, in which she made such an excellent Impression that Sir Henry Irving made her an offer to Join his Lyceum company, which she accepted. Miss Barrymore expects to sail for Ix>ndon this week. She will appear shortly in

not respect the feelings of his sweetheart will not love his wife. Go, I say. and never let me look upon your false face again. Oh, I hate you!” and she stamped her tiny foot upon the floor. To say young Sprocket was thunderstruck at this unlooked-for and nnac countable outburst of passion from the girl he adored would put it mildly, indeed. What had he done? he asked himself. Was the girl temporarily in sane or was sh® only rehearsing her part in some private theatrical, wherein she had the role of the innocent victim of man's perfidy? Bracing himself up to the occasion, he managed

to exclaim:

"Marguerite, I can't understand your strange actions. Have 1 really offended

you in any way?”

"Offended me, Wheeler Sprocket! You have grossly insulted me. Oh. hnw thankful I am that I discovered your true nature before It was too late!" and the look of sc6rn she gave him almost crushed him. "But, dearest," pleaded the young man, "you will at least tell me what I have done to offend you so.” "Yes,” exclaimed the girl, in a mock Ing tone, "I would play the innocent If 1 were you. Buy a different make of wheel from mine, parade It before my very eyes and then ask me what

you have done!"

Whereupon Marguerite Hamilton whirled upon her heel, entered her home and Wheeler Sprocket, realizing tnere was no hope for a reconciliation mounted his new wheel and rode away.

All Ittilli&a Sol«iibnii. The Duke of Ossone, while Viceroy of Naples, delivered many quaint and clever judgments. The ease is related where a young Spanish exquisite named llertrand Solus, while lounging about in the busy part of the city, was run against by a porter carrying a bundle of wood on his shoulder. The porter had called out, "Make way, please!” several times, but without effect. He had then tried to get by without collision, but his bundle caught the young man’s velvet dress and tore it. Solus was highly indignant, and had the porter arrested. The Viceroy, who had privately investigated the matter, told the porter to pretend he was dumb, and at the trial to reply by signs to any question that might be put to him. When the ease came on, and Solus had made his complaint, the Viceroy turned to the porter and asked him what he had to say in reply. The porter only shook his head and made signs with his hands. “What judgment do you want me to give against a dumb man?” asked the Viceroy. "Oh, your excellency.” replied Solus, falling into the. trap, “the man Is an imposter. I assure you he is not dumb. Before he ran into me I distinctly heard him cry out. Make way.’ ” "Then,” said the Viceroy sternly, "If you heard him ask you make way for him, why did you not? The fault of the accident was entirely with yourself, and you must give this poor man compensation for the trouble you have given ITiBi In bringing him here.” Victoria. -Queen Victoria shines brightly as a ruler in a galaxy of poets, painters and men and women of genius In her own country and in every land—Rev. Robert S. MacArthur, Baptist, Now York City. Adam —It was not a punishment but a blessing that Adam was shut out of Eden, shut out from the tree of life, shut out from Immortality of sin.— Rev. C. M. Coburn, Methodist, Denver, Col.

HU by Right of Dltcovfry.

From the Chicago Inter Ocean. Chief Clerk W. T. Treleaven, of the Santa Fe freight office, brings the following story with him from his west-

ern trip:

"When the train stopped at learned Kan., I heard a voice say, In a tone of command: 'Come out of there!’ looked out of the car window and saw an old man holding a tramp wffio was Just crawling out from the truck* under a car. I supposed It was the sheriff of the county, and that he had

caught a criminal.

” T want you,’ said the old man, as the tramp stood on his feet. 'I'll give

you ll.SO a day ’

"Then It nawr.ed on me. The o!d man was out catching farm-hands for the harvest field A moment later a younger man came up and tried to hlrs the tramp, but the older farmer drove him away, saying the tramp was hla by right of discovery, and he proposed to keep him or fight. The conductor told me such occurrences are comnun at present, and that there are few stations along the line In the grain belt but have a crowd of farmers around tuem at train time, hoping to he able to catch a tramp for the harvest fields. H is work or Jail with a tramp when he falls into such hands.''

MABELLE CRAWFORD.

ed directly from his autograph, and has since been the one in general use. It contains, however, many errors ami s14i>h of the pen which Wagner had failed to correct in the proofs. Miss Mabelle Crawford, a young Chicago singer. Is making a distinct success with opera of the Sherwood Concert company, now playing an engagement at the Hotel St. lamis Theater, Lake Minnetonka, Minn. A neat little auditorium has been fitted up on the lake shore just in front of the hotel, and the concert company has here presented selections from many operas with great success. Miss Crawford has appeared in parts of "Martha” and "Faust,” and has won much encouragement from the rather critical audiences that hive been recruited from the fashionable resorters at Lake Minnetonka.

the new Irving production, "Peter the Great” and also in “The Bells.” Julia Marlowe has written that a young actor named Kendrick has been engaged to play leading roles with her for the coming season. Miss Marlowe saw him act when uhe was In England and was delighted with him, and feels sure Americans will like him. He is described as young, good-looking, possessed of magnetism, a good voice, and showing unmistakable evidence of taste. “She Would Be an Actress” is the tttle of a sketch in which Laura Biggar and Burt Haverly are to appear. The sketch Is said to be a reminiscence of "A Trip to Chinatown,” In which those two clever people have starred for sc\ eral seasons.

The IXnfoea of Auntrallii. The dingo is the wild dog of Australia. It is a strong, fierce, ugly, clumsy looking creature, which can run very quickly and which can hardly he tamed. The dingoes often combine Into packs, for the purpose of hunting, and by helping each other this way they can often seize and kill even such very swift runners as the emu. The emu is a curious bird that can outstrip the quickest greyhound, hut by dividing themselves into groups, the dingoes can tire it out, and then they all feast on its big body. The chase often lasts a whole day, and both hunters and hunted may travel thirty or forty miles. Some years ago the dingoes used to do great damage to sheep and other live stock belonging to the settlers, but they are now reduced in numbers, and do not appear to he so fierce and wild as they once were. But they have nearly hunted‘the poor emu

on., of existence.

I ALL MEATS AND VEGETABLES CONDENSED INTO SMALLEST SPACE.

A Supply W tll Not W< igh Over Ttitrty I'onuda, »n<l t’ Mn t*»r|<®<t Into h Vttll®®—Coinpiy.naf.,1 Too, Coffe® ond Soups Carried la o Belt. I he rush to the Klondike has stirred HP the dealer in condensed food and the chemist who condenses the uutri. ment from meats anil vegetables into the smallest space. Said one of thesu men the other day, speaking of the heavy weights of food prospectors are taking with them: ^ hy, man, in an ordinary valise t can put enough food to last a healthy man a year and give him a menu just as varied as lie could find in a firstclass hotel. He can easily take another one of those valises, and when he reaches Daw son City he can sell it for $‘J000. I hat s what a year’s supply of good food is worth there. If he wants to load himself down with a good sized burden he can take four or five supplies, and he will be a comparatively rich man the moment ho reaches his destination. ‘Two years ago a commission, appointed hy the Secretary of War and composed of experienced army officers, made thorough investigations, and in their subsequent reports it was shown that it would be possible for a largo army to move a distance from its base of supplies without the usual attendant wagon train and beef “in the hoof” by supplying each soldier with a packet of condensed, foods.ffl|lt was, however, reported, that, while foods of this kind could safely he used in event of emergency, it was not advisable to furnish them when fresh foods were ob-

tainable.

In the Chiuo-.Tapanese war the soldiers-of the Mikado executed several long marches with unusual despatch by tlie use i»f condensed foods. Kadi soldier, in addition to a cartridge belt, carried what was called a dinner belt. This was tilled with a large assortment of capsules, pills, buttons and small packages, none of them larger than a medium sized pocketbook. The dinner belt weighed but ten pounds, but it contained enough nutriment to sustain the soldier for thirty days. “The present scheme is to furnish Klondike voyagers with an assortment of condensed foods somewhat similar to that carried by the Japanese, but adapted to the peculiar needs of the men in the diggings. “Anything in the eating line can now be pnt up in compressed form. A good cup of coffee or tea is erowded into a mass as thin and as small as a medium sized button. It is already qweetened with a saccharine product of coal tar which is two hundred times sweeter than sugar, and accordingly requires but a very small amount. One of these buttons dropped into a cup of hot water becomes immediately a cup of good coffee or ten. “All kinds of soups are prepared in the same way. The buttons contain a mixture of meat and vegetables, fully seasoned and ready for the hot water. A sausagelike affair, not as large as a frankfurter, and made of pea meal, fat and bacon, makes twelve plates of nutritions soup. “One of the essentials for Klondike will be desiccated beef, an ounce of which is equivalent to five ounces of fresh meat. It is put up in hard little chunks—no hard that an ordinary knife makes little headway against it. A tiny machine like a coffee mill grinds it into fine shavings, which can be spread on bread or used for soup mak-

ing.

“A loaf of bread is compressed into a mass not much bigger than a soda cracker. When soaked in water it swells up like a sponge, and when dried ont makes very fair eating. A loaf of the same size is composed of a preparation of flour, beef, fat and salt, and contains all the essentials of a plain but hearty meal. This is somewhat similar to the pemmicau ration used in the British army. Ten pounds of onions, carrots, potatoes, turnips, cabbage or any other vegetable are, by the condensing process, crowded into one-pound cans, and for soup making purposes are said to be excellent. “The man who counts upon being a millionaire through his scheme does not expect to do anything this season, as the time for leaving for Klondike is practically over. He expects, however, to be in shape to launch his project early next spring, when the first steamer sails and when the food supply in the mining district is practically exhausted.”—New York Herald.

Illcycle fnveotloun. Nearly one-fourth of the patents granted at this time relate to the bicycle. There are all kinds of devices from small tools to the whole wheel. So many kinds of wheels are made and the wheels are used for so many purposes that patents concerning the various parts are very numerous. Almost every use to which y wheel is put will point the way to a patent to improve th« service. Then there are constant ex perinients in chains, handle-bars, spokes, tires, frames, pedals, and in fact, every part of the machine. It would aeem that with so many patents issued every week the bicycle would soon become perfect. — Washington Post.

Gerimtn ha Slir I* Spoke* Here are some sentences heard in the Reichstag and reported hy a German paper, which seem to show that forensic eloquence is much the same in all countries: “WWi closed eyes you have watched the flood rising.” “The periodical sanitaryEreports are submitted to us after each decade of three years.” i| "We do not bury the battleaxe. On the contrary, we shall give it renewed life.” “Grave reflections have saluted the apparition of this project." “This plan is the beloved son of my heart.” “I shall refute the merchants of Koenigsberg upon this table.” an “I speak, not as a deputy, but aa the person sent by my electors.”

See-Saw Itat Trap. A new and simple trap to catch mica and rats has a flat strip of wood hinged near the centre to a spring clamp, by 1 Inch it is attached to the edge of a table, the bait being placed on tha outer end with a bucket of water oi wide-flanged pail below, so that wheu the rodent starts for the bait the strip of wood will tip down and drown o< capture it.