Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 November 1891 — Page 4 Advertisements Column 1 [ADVERTISEMENT]

The man who gera his deserts in this world usually has no “pudding.” “It has been discovered,” says the Washington Star, “that the music comes out of a barrel-organ in staves.” Why not in whoops? It is said Patti has learned and likes “Annie Rooney.” If she ever sings it in this country it will certainly be her farewell. Sabah Bernhardt is said to express a profound conttxnpt for money'. This high-bred scorn, however, does not find expression in her prices. Italy will not be represented at the World’s Fair, having been down on exhibitions since she made one of herself at the time of the Mafia affair. It may be true that only one American has a right to a coat* of arms, but every American girl has an inalienable right to the arms of coats, properly tenanted. It would be an unspeakable advantage, both to the public and private, if men would consider that great truth, that no man is wise or safe but he that is honest These girls’ colleges seed like gold-en-rod. Here's the Harvard Annex—an annex, a tender to the boys, as indeed your nice girl always is—reporting the beginning of work with 200 students. Oscar Wilde mourns the loss of his clothing, which has been stolen by vandal burglars. It should be said in their defense that they worked in the dark and could not see what they were taking. If you want knowledge you must toil for it; if food, you must toil for it; and if pleasure, you must toil for it. Toil is the law. Pleasure comes through toil, and not by self-indulg-ence and indolence. There is a man in Connecticut who ought to be tendered some sort of a substantial testimonial by Chicagoans. He owns a house in which Benedict Arnold once lived, and has refused to sell it to a company for exhibition at the Fair. The electric headlight for locomotives throws a brilliant glare a long distance ahead, but is said to be extremely trying to the eyes of engineers. Merely as an interesting experiment let railway managers try the effect of a brilliant light on the eyes of passengers inside their cars. Every time a man shoots himself because a girl refuses to marry him, the number of worthless husbands there would have been in the world is reduced. The men who neglect their wives and their wood piles to become mashing or political bums, are the kind who, when they were young and in love, vowed to blow their brains out if they were refused. One of the odd things in American literature is that the bright young man who writes in the newspapers of “Brown,” “Gallagher,” and other persons of familiar, every-day names should switch off on “Treyvelyans,” “Arbuthnots,” and the like highfalutin’ Briticisms as soon as he gets into the magazines, and withal pose as the author of that coming “American novel.”

The experience of Miss Elsie de Wolf, of New York, the past week is evidence that theatrical stars cannot be made in a day. She was flattered and praised by her friends into overconfidence in her ability, but the cold, hard criticism of audiences which pay their money atjd expect returns for it proved quite a different thing. Talent and training are both required as the foundation of a successful career. Instead of blundering along with «o many different unwieldly names for the women in charge of a department at the Chicago World's Fair, ■why not definitely designate them collectively as the Women’s Board of Managers. That sounds a greal deal more business-like than the various applications of the words “lady managers,” because there are really no ladies there to be managed. It is woman’s work that they are to manage. The two erstwhile globe-trotters of the feminine persuasion, Miss Elizabeth Bisland and Miss Cochrane (“Nellie Bly”) are reported as thriving in their several walks. Miss Bisland, just from Europe, is married to Mr. Charles W. Wet more, a New York lawyer. Miss Cochrane is said to be wearing Parisian gowns and writing well-paid stories of the ephemeral and ineffectual sort. But both girls are getting on by self-help, and that's what American girls are born for. If the English were only as droll when they try to be funny as they are when they are gravely administering justice they would be the most amusing race in the world, instead of the dullest. At Bromsgrove Petty Sessions the other day, for instance, in trying the case of a poor old granny charged with stealing some apples, it was offered as evidence that the «tems of the fruit found in the old woman’s possession fitted the trees of the prosecutor, from which it was alleged that they had been stolen! Tbm irony of fate is not often bet(MT illustrated than in the case of