Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 September 1891 — CRIES FOR HIS BACCY. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

CRIES FOR HIS BACCY.

A Chicago 2-year-bld Who HM a Passion ftrr Smoking. Leonard . Turner, a 2-year-pld Chicago babe, smokes a pipe/and Cigars. Little “Lenne,” his pet name runs, is a great smoker. ‘ When but a few months old he was taught to smoke tobacco in an ordinary day pipe. Now he cries for It. He is a pretty child, with even, Tegular features, big, bright, black eyes, and very dark hair. His complexion is clear and a healthy glow runs over his features. He wears a neat little red and white striped dress, black stockings, new shoes, and evidently has been well cared for. He is the picture of health, is very lively, constantly laughing, and would make a nice picture for dainty advertising novelties. His pipe was held up to his view. He at once began laughing, crowing and clapping his hands and toddled •across the room, reaching for that pipe. It was handed him. He poked the stem between his red lips, jammed his chubby Angers down into the bowl, and looked longingly at the one who had handed him the pipe as if to say, “Fill it up and light it for me.” He can’t light the pipe, though he makes a fair stagger at filling it. Though he has not all his teeth yet, he can hold the pipe in place without touching his hand to it. Still, his favorite methods of smok-

ing are two—“the quiet smoke” and the “gad-about smoke/ as the neighbors have termed* them. For the former he sits flat on the floor with his fat little legs pushed out ahead of him, holds the pipe with his right hand, and puffs industriously until it is well a-going, then takes the pipe from his mouth and watches the smoke curl away, while a very sober and meditative look rests upon his face. His appearance then is droll and comical. He looks as if thinking of some great problem in finance or politics. In his “gad-about” smoke, as soon as he gets a light he struts across the floor on his insecure legs, filling the air with wreaths of smoke and stopping frequently to laugh, throw the burning tobacco about him,* and crow at the disturbance it causes. He will cry and fight when the pipe Is taken from him and laugh merrily when it is retmrned. He has frequently smoked two pipes of tobacco and a cigar a day. He prefers the pipe to a cigar. His own pipe, which he has been using for several months, is colored from service and has an inch of stem broken off.

Bishop Wilbebforce once came near goirfg on strike himself, and by a threat of so doing he carried a point. Entering a crowded church in which he was to preach, one day, he escorted inside a lady whom he met at the door but who complained that there was no room. To his order to the beadle to find her a seat, that functionary replied that it was impossible. Thereupon the Bishop declared: “Oh, if you don’t, I won’t preach!” A luxurious empty pew was quickly discovered. Cabolus Duban likes to load his fingers with rings and to wear handsome silk linings to his coats. He excels in riding, guitar-playing, and fencing. He is popular on the boulevard*, and everybody in Paris knows him-