Democratic Sentinel, Volume 6, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 May 1882 — How to See the Wind. [ARTICLE]

How to See the Wind.

Take a polished metallic surface of two feet or more, with a straight edge—a large hand saw will answer the purpose. Take a windy day, whether hot or cold, clear or cloudy, only let it not rain or the a]r be murky; in other words let the air be dry and clear, but this is not essential, Hold your metallic surface at right angles to the direction of the wind if the if the wind is north, hold your surface east and west, but instead of holding the surface vertical, incline it about forty-fiye degrees to the horizon, so that the wind striking glances and flows over the edges (keeping it a 8 water oyer a dam. Now sight carefully over the edge at some minute and sharply defiined object, and you will see the air flow over as water flows over a dam. Make your observations carelully, and you will hardly fail to see the air, no matter how cold; the result is even bettet when the sun is obscured. [The above is doubtless a very interesting experiment, but moat people, especially newspaper men, would prefer to know how to raise the wind.]

The Grave of Mother Moose.— One at least among the church members of the Old South has reached eminence in the literary art. An inspired singer, her works have found a place In every household in the land, and her names among the dearest oi our early recollect tions. It is with rare good taste and gennine appreciation, therefore, that this im. mortal bard of the nursery has been given a niche in.the “Westminister Abbey” oi > merica. The following inscription, cop, ied from one on the wall of the church, will explain: “Elizabeth Poster, known in the literature of the nursery as Mother Goose; bom in Gharlestown, Massachusetts, in 1665. Married Isaac Goose in 1693. Became a member of the Old South church in 1698. The first edition of her melodies was published in 1719 by her son-in-law, Thos. Fleet, at bis printing house, Pudding lane (now Devonshire street) Boston. She died in 1767, aged 92 years, and was buried in the Old Granary Burying Ground.” A fae-simiie Of hpr house and her son-in-law’s printing office is given in the east gallery. Over her door is the legend: “Elizabeth Goose: Her: House:”. Beside it another reading “Thomas; Fleet; Printer;” On the ridge pole is perched an owl. Doves are hovering iu the air about the oote. Surmounting all is the figure of a mammoth goose, the genus loci; A pic. ture of the venerable grandma, with her work open upon the knees, spectacles on nose, and her eager grandchildren around her, hangs at one side. —Boston letter.

Prentice was playing at poker on a Mississippi steamer. Prentice bet SI,OOO on his hand; his opponent raised him Prentice raised $1,000; his oppon, ent raised him $600; Prentice again rais. ed the stake SI,OOO. “Mr. Prentice,” said the opponent, confidently; “you are betting more than your hand is worth.” Prentice looked at his hand, turned it down on the table, jand said: “Sir, if I were playing with Jupiter at a star an ante, I would darken the heavens on the hand I have just turned down!”—Denver Inter-Ocean. •

A man once asked how he and his wife got along with so little friction in the family machinery. •‘Well,” said he, “when we were first married w$ both wanted our own way. I wanted to sleep on linen sheets, my wife prefejr d cott n. and we couldn’t agree. Finally we talk ed the matter over, and came to the conclusion that it was unohristian to live in constant bickering; so we compromised linen, and have got along all right ever since.”—Quiz.

Mr. Arthur is rapidly earning the repu- i tation ot being the worst President the Republic ever bad. Its only c<»isolation lies irrtbe fact that it never elected him.— Denver Tribune, Rep. The meanest man on record sent through a post office presided oyer by a woman a postal card on which was written, “Dear Jack! Here’s the details of that scandal.” And the rest was in Greek. A Federal official who has a position in New York but who lives ojjt of town, was boasting about liia democratic habits He said ■ “Now because I hold a place under the Government you don’t see me put on a rs. No, sir. Why there’s my wife in the country; she carries swill to a dozen hogs every day—a dozen! And yet we don’t put on any airs.’’

A southern city is said to boast of a colored lodge, part or whose title is “The grand council of the ancient orders of the sons and daugters, brothers and sisters cf Moses, of the United States and the woild at. large.” The secret grip lames a man for six months. Henry Ward Beecher told Burdette the other day that, old as he is, he can not overcome h a stage frignt for a few moments when he goes on the platform. We don’t blame Hank for feeling a little shy, says Bill Nyo. If we had established the reputation he has, we would go on the stage disguised as a rain-water barrel or a wooden Indian. Mr. Henry Stemler thus philosophizes Stories first heard at a mother’s knee are never wholly forgotton; so, also, stories first told to a mother when she asks where her boy has been, when he has really been in swimming, come in mighty hard when the boy has grown to be a man and his wife interviews him from the head of the stairs.” Simon Frazier fought iu the war of 18. 12, drifted ashore on a single timber from his raft which the Bt.Lawrence rapids had knocked to pieces, was blown fifteen feet in the air by the premature discharge of a blast, assisted in a boiler explosion on the Hudson, was brought home half .dead from three other accidents of which the particulars have not been pre erved, twice recovering from illness alter his doctors had given him up, and finally died in peace and hope last week in the Home for the Aged, on the Troy (N. Y.) Road, at the age ot 105 years.