Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 June 1892 — Page 4 Advertisements Column 1 [ADVERTISEMENT]

In prosperity it is the easiest of all things to find a friend; in adversity it is of all things the most difficult. The Rev. Dr. Parkhurst proposes to visit Washington. It is a matter for genuine surprise that Congress has escaped his attention so long. The chief cook at a fashionable New York hotel is paid $8,500 a year. Chicago is hiring a few college professors at that figure, but as yet she is bearish on the cook market. The forts around Taris contain sufficient food to support their garrisons for three years. Probably one-fifth of the working people of Paris are without food enough to last three days. American newspapers are proverbially fast, but' “Our Little Kid,” gotten up by a party of New York newspaper men while traveling on a flfty-mile-an-hour train, is at the head of the procession. Almost everyone in the world is foolish enough at times to dream of receiving a vast amount of money from some unkown friend. When a man sits and smiles to himself, he is thinking of how he will spend it when he gets it. It is a mistake to suppose that because a man is rich he will expend money more freely than a poorer man. As a general rule, it is precisely because a man has been careful in expending money that he is rich. It is not so much in earning as in saving. No one in the world can tell what will happen to-morrow. Instead of spending your money on some one who thinks he can prophesy, save it, and you will know that no matter what happens you will not be penniless. A fortune-teller cannot know anything about the future except that the people are. credulous, and that her bank account gets fat through their credulity.

Your French soldiers sat on a keg of powder and smoked cigarettes. After awhile they separated because the powder blew up. Many a thinchested cigarette smoker is sitting on powder. When he goes to pieces, physically speaking, he will know the joke is on him, though at present he is too stupid to see that the average man who monkeys with high explosives is swept into an early grave.

New York has had another electrical execution. The press reports of the affair quote the warden of the prison as saying “It was the most successful execution yet held,” and declare that all the physicians present expressed themselves well pleased with the result. There does seem, however, to be a link missing in the chain of evidence of the painlessness of the death which only the man who buffered it can supply. It is possible, and for aught we can allege to the contrary even probable, that the motives which induced the Rev. Dr. Parkhurst to go into his present disgusting and disgraceful business were of the purest; but it is perfectly safe to assert that his life will not be long enough for him, with the most strenuous and determined efforts, to undo the incalculable injury which he has done both to the cause of the church and to the cause of virtue. ♦

A Chicago paper says that a governorship stands waiting for the man who will courageously take hold of a movement and intelligently direct it looking to the establishment of good country roads. If that is true of Illinois it is true of every State in this Union, and is a good enough suggestion for any of the gubernatorial aspirants. There is no want of modern civilization so deeply felt as that, not only of country roads but of city pavements. It is the one standing perplexing problem of an age of miracle working. The comic, acrobatic comet with eight tails now performing in the eastern sky under the management of Prof. Swift, of Rochester, is in one respect at least an example to other artists. It is making a farewell tour, and absolute assurance can be given that it will never return to this planetary system. Not next year; not,in five years: not in a century; not in ten million years. The astronomers have figured on it, and report that it is different from all the other visiting stars. Patti may, and doubtless will, return; Nilsson may come back, and so may Sarah Bernhardt and Jane Hading, and Ellen Terry, and even Mary Anderson. But when Swift’s acrobatic, comic comet goes, it goes • for good and its tails do follow it. The ease with which the “western sales agents” marked up the price of anthracite coal in New York is a startling example of rampant monopolistic greed. Nobody pretends that the former figure was not high enough. It was no question of supply and demand. It was a mere mat- j ter of determining whether the peo- ■ pie would stand it. The matter is gone ovdr carefully, much in the style of a band of train-robbers plot- ; ting to hold up a train. “Will we 1 meet with resistance?” is the para- ! mount question. If they conclude I resistance will not be offered ; they proceed to rob the train. The i coal monopoly commends Itself to