Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 18, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 January 1910 — Page 2

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DYED HER HEN'S TAILS.

ItalM Hn. Albers Colored WMt* Leckorna They Won’t Lay. Partly tor esthetic and partly tor practical reasons Mrs. Herman Albers of Flatlands dyed the tails of all her white leghorn hens purple and green and as soon as the hens discovered what had happened they began to run around In circles. Up to a late hour last night they had not stopped running long enough to lay an egg or to go to roost. Mrs. Albers Is the wife of a well-known sporting man; their home is 1331 S. 37th street, says the New York World. As for the esthetic and practical reasons: First, Mrs. Albers wears a green-and-purple striped apron when she goes out to feed the chickens and being a woman she loves color harmonies. She read in a poultry book, when she decided to go In for hens recently, that to succeed and get eggs when eggs are worth 60 cents a dozen the poultry woman “must have the hen in her heart” —that is, love the hen and have as much in common with it as possible. She thought that one good thing would be to have some similarity In costume. Mrs. Albers didn’t want to wear a white apron to match the tails in the hen yard, for it would get too mussy, so she made the tails match the apron. Her practical reason for using the dyes was to get a mark for quick identification when her hens BtTolled across the rodd to visit Neighbor Carey’s flock and made the serious mistake of laying their eggs in Neighbor Carey’s nests. The fifty leghorns were frescoed yesterday morning by Mrs. Albers and her husband after they had bagged the head of each hen to prevent the coloring from running into its eyes. The first hen that got her head free after the operation happened to see her tail reflected in the water pan. She immediately pecked off the bandage of the next hen, so that she could see her tall, too. ■ Then the first two removed the bandages from two more and so on through the flock. Then the run round began, either from pride or fright. To-day, if the hens are still running, Mrs. Albers still' hopes to slap each tail as it flashes by her with aTwhitewash brush.

BURMA CIGARETTES.

On* Will Lut a Smoker, or Maybe aa Entire Family, a Day. The American engineer home for a visit from Burma, accepted a proffered cigarette and rolled It gently between hia fingers. "At the risk of seeming ungrateful," he said, "I rise to remark that the specimen you have so kindly tendered me strikes my acquired sense of the fitness of such things as highly inadequate. Merely as to size, I mean. “The cigarette of Burma is a remarkable contrivance, ranging in length from a foot to a foot and a half, an inch in diameter and not unlike a giant firecracker in general shape. If composed wholly of tobacco it would be deadly. As a matter of fact, it contains very little tobacco. It is made of cornhusk or leaves of innocuous plants rolled tight and with shreds of the divine weed between the layers. One will last a smoker for a day, frequently an entire family for a day. "The woman of Burma, the most handsome and intelligent of their sex in the east, smoke these cigarettes habitually. It is something of a shock when the visitor first sees a pretty woman puffing at one of these enormous cylinders. It is still more of a shock if she is carrying a youngster astride her hip in approved native fashion. Between puffs she offers her cigarette to the child, who never refuses the invitation. "As to effect, the Burmese cigarettes are practically harmless. As to flavor, they are insipid and unpleasant”— New York Herald.

NO RAIN FOR TWO YEARS.

l'Mip*fte4 Obstacle to the Success of an Irrigation Project. There is only one reclamation project in the United States that has been completed and is not in use. That is the Hondo project, thirteen miles from this city, says a Roswell (N. M.) dispatch to the New York Sun. It has been finished for two seasons, yet has not been of value to the farmers, for It has not caught a drop of water. The rains that formerly fell upori* the Hondo wastershed and kept the Hondo River full a good part of the year have not fallen at all the last two seasons since the completion of this $330,000 project, and the farmers are suffering. “It rained the year we were building the dam and kept the water so high that we had a great deal of trouble,” said Louis C. Hill, supervising engineer for the government, "but since its completion there has not been enough rain to drown a flea." As a result of the lack of rain the people who bought land under the project have suffered and the government has not yet turned over the dam And asked payment for it, for the officials say it would be a hardship to —lra the land owners take something

that was doing them no good and pay tor it when their lands were not producing anything. Therefore, the project, though completed two year*, la still carried upon the books of the reclamation service as “under construction.” . The Hondo River drains a large area In flood time, and fihformer years a great quantity of. water went to waste. The dam was constructed to catch this water, but none has come down since the completion of the dam and the land owners are sorely tried. There is another thing that troubles them and that Is what becomes of the small amount of water that flows In the streaiq all the time to within a few miles of the dam. There it disappears; just sinks into the bed of- the river in the gravel, and the farmers are beginning to fear that the same thing would happen in a flood. Consequently they have petitioned the government to go north about twenty miles and construct a cement lined canal down to the reservoir and see if the water that now sinks into the ground cannot be saved, and guard against a loss of flood water, if it ever rains again. The engineer says that while the canal might save the water now running In the stream they do not believe it will be necessary to Build the canal tor flood waters, as they believe a flood would carry enough silt to fill the holes—gyp holes, the engineers call them —meaning perforations through the large rocks forming the bottom of the stream below the gravel. This same trouble is experienced at the Avalon and McMillan dams of the Carlsbad project, but not to so great an extent

RISEN FROM THE TOMB.

The Romance of Benedello Marcello, the Venetian Composer. Benedello Mareello, one of the most famous Venetian composers, fell In love with a beautiful girl named Leonora Manfrotti, who married Paolo Seranzo, a Venetian noble. She died a short time after her marriage, a victim to the harsh and jealous treatment of her husband. Her body was laid out In state in the church of Wei Frarl, and her lover actually succeeded !n stealing the corpse and conveying It to a ruined crypt In one of the Islands, and here he sat day and night by his lost love, singing and playing to her, as though by the force of his art he could recall her to life. Leonora had a twin sister, Eliade, who Was so like her that her closest friends could scarcely distinguish them. One day Eliade heard a singer in a gondola singing so exquisitely that the traced the gondola to the deserted island, and there shq learned later the fate of her slater’s corpse and the Identity of Marcello. Aided by a servant, Eliade substituted herself for her Bister's body, and when Marcello returned and called Leonora to awake he did not ask In vain, for apparently she rose alive from the coffin. Marcello when he found out the delusion was quite satisfied and married Eliade, but his happiness was short lived, as he died a few years afterward. —London Telegraph.

A Pepper Duel.

A certain literary and diplomatic friend of ours once took part In a pepper duel at a foreign restaurant He was provoked to the contention by the quantity of stimulating condiment that a stranger across the table Indulged in. The stranger sprinkled an unconscionable quantity of red pepper upon his food and proceeded to devour it, to the wonder and admiration of onlookers. Thereupon with studied nonchalance the American swallowed an Immense piece of chili pepper. Then the stranger added more red pepper, then the American another larger slice, covered with cayenne, and so on, till It seemed as if both would explode, while the other diners looked on aghast, the American finally winning out wjth a prodigious dose defying all emulation.—Century.

Economy.

Daughter—Ma, I think you’d better let pa smoke in the house. Mother—l should like to know why? Daughter—Every Christmas we have trouble trying to find a present for him—everything is so expensive, you know; but we can always get very pretty ash trays at 30 cents. —Los Angeles Times.

Fortunate.

Cassidy—Shure, Callahan’s always havin’ th’ worrst av luck! Now he’s lost his rolght hand while blashtin’! Gilligan—Oh, I dlnnaw; it’s not as bad as it molght have been. Suppose he had been holdin’ his week’s wages in it at the toime? —Exchange.

Taking Him At His Word.

"My son is too literal.” “What’s the matter r "I told him he must take up some calling and ha went out and got a job at a theater as a carriage magaphone announcer.”—Baltimore American.

An Easy Hub.

"His wife dogs his footsteps.” "I have never noticed it.” "Yes, every time he goes for a walk she makes him take her poodle along.” —Houston Post. It*s doughnuts to fudge that the kid at the pedal extremity of the class can lick the high-browed youth at the head. - After a man has spent seventy or eighty years on earth he Is usually willing to take chances elsewhana

RAM’S HORN BLASTS.

Wwalas Notn Calling: the Wicked te keventaMe.

The real man is always bigger than the work he does. ‘ When you make a. man think wall of himself he will think well of you. Count on sunshine enough to make a crop, even if it is raining

pitchforks now. The morq gold Is hammered the brighter it shines. ■What good eyes we all have for the blunders of others. The devil likes the man who hates the laugh of a child. The man who has faith enough will always have plenty of everything else. If churches were built without back seats it would be hard ever to get a backslider into one. As long as prize fighting pays better than preaching, the devil will have r-plenty of hitofi help. Religion pure and-undeflled does not leave its pocket-book In its other pants when it goes to church. A mule will behave himself for five years for the sake of getting one good square kick at you. Some folks are like mules. If men would stand up tor their religion like they do for their politics, how soon the lion and the lamb would lie down together. The Lord never Intended that we should keep strung up all the time, or He would not have put a thousand things In the world to make us laugh to where He has allowed one to get In that would make us cry.

USE GLASS WALLS IN ORCHARD.

Fruit Trees on Botk Sides Have Warmth of Snn’a Hay a. When vines and trees are trained in espaliers on the south side of a wall the north face of the wall is usually wasted, although it can be used for the cultivation of varieties of apples, pears and cherries which are hardy and not subject to rot. If a transparent wall could be used plants growing on both sides of it would receive the benefit of the sun’s rays. Some experiments have been made with glass walls. Count de Croiseul recently published the results of such an experiment, with photographs showing heavily fruited pear treek on both Bides of the transparent wall. The wall, which is about sixty feet long and six and a half feet high, was erected in 1901. Each side of it was planted with fifteen pear trees of the variety Doyenne d’hiver (Winter Doyen), giving a wall area of 232 square feet to each tree. In 1907 the trees on the south side bore 134 pears weighing 91 pounds and the trees on the north side bore 109 years weighing 77 pounds. All the pears were of very fine appearance and without blemish, and the pears from the horth side were smoother than the others. In the nursery of Croux et Fils is a glass wall which is surmounted by horizontal glass sashes and planted with the same varieties of peaches, apples and pears on each side. These espaliers also began bearing in 1907, and both sides have produced equallfr fine fruit. The difference in temperature between the sides of the wall Is not very great, as the southern face reflects less heat and is therefore cooler than that of a masonry wall, while the northern aide is warmed by the rays which pass through the glass. A masonry wall possesses, theoretically, one advantage over a glass wall, as it absorbs during the day a greater quantity of heat and consequently exerts a greater heating effect at night. Longer experience will be required to determine which material is better on the whole. The cost of construction is practically the same for both.

CLAWS OF BIRDS.

The Toes of Those That Perch and ■of Those That Ran. Let us note that the art of standing began wth birda Frogs sit, and, as far as I know, every reptile, be it lizard, crocodile, alligator or lays its body on the ground when not actually carrying it. And these have each four fat legs. Contrast the flap mlngo, which, having only two, and those like willow wands, tucks up one of them and sleeps poised high on the other, like a tulip on its stem. Note also that one toe has been altogether discarded by birds as superfluous. The germ or bud must be there, for the Dorking fowl has produced a fifth toe under some Influence of the poultry yard, but no natural bird has more than four. Except in swifts, which never perch, but ding to rocks and walls, one is turned backward, and by a cunning contrivance the act of bending the leg draws them all automatically together. 80 a hen closes its toes at every step It takes, as If grasped something, and, of course, when it Betties down on Its roost they grasp that tight and hold it fast till morning. But to birds that do not perch rhie mechanism is only an Incumbrance, so many of them, like the plovers, abolish the hind toe entirely, and the prince of all two legged runners, the ostrich, has got rid of one of the front toes also, retaining only two. —London Strand Magazine. Billy young men get stuck on a pretty girl Just as silly flies get stuck on sticky flypaper. * °

YOUNG FOLKS

Getting Acquainted. The Hastings family had moved into town that very morning. The house Was in great confusion, and everybody was tired; that is, everybody but Morton; he would never confess weariness. Supper, eaten off barrels and boxes, was over, and Ethel, Agnes and their small brother carried some chairs to the front piazza and sat down to cool off and to look about their new home. “There’s a doctor lives across the street.” said Agnes. “‘Ernest F. Russell, M. D.,”’ read Ethel frbm the sign on the piazza post of the house opposite. “The name sounds nice,” responded Agnes. “I wonder if we shall ever know them? We shall have to wait for them to call and I dare say they won’t”

"Why have we got to wait?” asked Morton. “Because that’s the way to do,” his sister answered. “Huh! that’s ,too slow,” cried Morton from astride the piazza rail. “I can get ’qualnted qulcker’n that! When I see him cornin’ out, some day, I’ll run across the street, and say: ‘Hullo, Doctor Russell. We’ve just come here to live! My name’s Morton Hastings, and ’ ’’ “No, you won’t do any such thing!” broke in Agnes, severely. “Ij don’t see why not,” retorted Morton, rising to his feet, and beginning to walk the flat rail. “He’d take it all right. Bet you he’d laugh! You see If I don’t get ’qualnted!” and he skipped recklessly along the narrow path. “Well, look out,” warned Ethel, “or you'll get your neck broken!” “Hoh!” laughed the little athlete, “I’m not afraid!” poising himself lightly on one foot; but close upon the words came a startled “oh!” and the next instant he lay groaning on the grass. “Don’t touch my arm!” he cried, as his sisters rushed to his help. Hearing the commotion Mr. and Mrs. Hastings appeared at the door, and Master Morton was carried inside. “I’m afraid his arm Is broken,” his father said. "We must have a doctor right away." “There's one across the street," suggested Ethel. Morton opened his eyes with a weak smile. “Didn’t I tell you I’d get ’qualnted?” he said. It was not a bad break, and Dr. Russell and his wife proved themselves very kind and neighborly. When Morton discovered that their family included a playfellow of his own age, his delight was great. "Aren’t you glad I broke my arm?” he grinned. “ ’Cause now we’re all ’qualnted without any fuss!” And the physician did laugh, as his little patient prophesied.—Emma C. Dowd, in Sunday School Times. Hunt the Whistle. The chief participator in this game must be Ignorant of the trick about to be played. He is blindfolded and told to kneel down whilst a lady

IF THEY HAD ONLY KNOWN.

What Present Appliance* Would Have Effected In Ancient Daya. How few of us are sufficiently grateful for the times in which we liveThink of all the material and mechanical advantages we enjoy over the ancients, who, with all their boasted civilization, their arts and sciences, went from their cradle to their grave utterly ignorant of clocks, pocket handkerchiefs, trousers and bonnets, or even those demi-ancients, our greatgrandfathers, who would have regarded a barometer as an instrument of Beelzebub! How differently history might have been written if Julius Caesar had Bnatched a couple of Colt’s double-bar-reled revolvers from his tunic and shot Cafca and his fellow conspirators dead on the spot! says E. S. Valentine, in the Strand. What a tremendous advantage it would have given Xenophon and the retreating 10,000 to have seized a line of railway from Persia to the Hellespont, with fast steamers to Attica and Laconia! The people of Pericles’ day were not wholly desti tuts of ingenious appliances for use and amusement, but, for some reason or other which posterity cannot exactly' explain, the Athenian populace knew not the delectable joys of the flip-flap, and the charms of the scenic railway were to them a closed book. Yet we can picture the scene which would have astonished Aechylus and Sophocles, the vast Athenian multitude deserting the fields and groves to flock about the latest Bensatlon, a mighty engine of balance brought into Hellas by the western magician, Imreus Klralfos. What an excellent subject for satire this adventure of the Athenians would furnish later to Aristophanes, and how rude delineations of the apparatus would delight modern scholars and Invite comparisons with the screw of Archimedes!

George III. and the Wigmakers.

When George 111. ascended the tlirone of England his wealthy subjects were beginning to leave off wigs and to appear In their own hair, “if they had any.” As the ttverelgn was

knights him, naming him “Knight of the Whistle.” During the process some bne fastens a small whistle to his coat-tails by means of a piece of ribbon. He is then bidden to rise and search for the whistle. The hunt begins; all the players oomblne to deceive the searcher; they must blow the whistle whenever they can do so without being detected. When the searcher discovers the trick the game is, of course, at an end. - Sena of a Pair of Shoes.

Twenty little beds in rows of ten, Twenty little roly poly men, Little black men go to bed by day— I must put them in and make them stay. Naughty little black man. Go to bed I say! Deary me, there you see— Now he’s run away; On the floor, by the door. See him try to hide, All the other black men Sleeping side by side. Twenty little beds in rows of ten. Only nineteen roly poly men. I’ve a little bed to spare to-day, Naughty little man to run away! Naughty little black man Left an empty space! Never mind, he will find Some one takes his place. Nurse has got quite a lot Like the ones I lose— Little roly black men, Buttons on my shoes. Walkers and Hoppers. Does it not seem strange that, although we cannot fly like the birds, no matter how much we try, some birds can walk like human beings? Watch your pigeons, or a quail, a lark or blackbird or snipe walk or run proudly and quickly along the ground. Don’t you suppose they think us stupid not to be able to do both? And how sorry they must be for their cousins, the woodpecker, thrushes, sparrows and warblers, who can only hop! Of all the awkward walkers among birds, the graceful swallow Is the worst. Perhaps he realizes it himself, for he seldom uses his feet at all. Watch him and see. »Thi«" And “That.” A confederate is necessary for this trick. The one performing the trick goes out of the room and the confederate agrees with the audience to touch a certain article. The person outside is recalled and his confederate begins to question him. “Did I touch this music book?” “No.” “Did I touch this tabl 1 ?” "No.” “Did I touch ttyis knife?” “No.” “Did I toueh that fork?” "Yes.” The secret consists in saying the word “that” before the article touched, Instead of "this.”

himself one of the offenders, the peruke makers, who feared a serious loss of trade, prepared a petition in which they prayed his majesty to be graciously pleased to “shave his head” for the good ol distressed workmen and wear a wig, as his father had done before him. When the petitioners walked to the royal palace, however. It was noticed that they wore no wigs themselves. As this seemed unfair to the onlookers they seized several of the leading processionists and cut their hair with any Implement that came most readily to hand. From this incident arose a host of curious caricatures. The wooden leg makers were said to have especial claims on the king's consideration, inasmuch as the conclusion of peace had deprived them of a profitable source of employment; hence the suggestion that his majesty should hot only wear a wooden leg himself, but enjoin the people to follow his laudable example.

Liable to Change.

“You are getting on very nicely with that painting of my wife, I see,” sakl the customer. “Yes; it’s nearly finished,” replied the artist “Better change the color of her hair to black.” “Why so? Your wife is a blonder' "Yes, but I’m not going to give her this picture until Christmas, you Know." —xonkers (Statesman.

Very Funny.

Burroughs—Mr. Merchant’s out you say? Why, he had an appointment with me here. That’s very funny. New Office Boy—Yes, sir; I guess he thought it was, too. Any ways be was laughin' when he went out—Catholic Standard and Times.

Reason Enough.

“His feelings are greatly hart since he lost his big Job.” "No wonder he’s hart He fell from a high position.”—Bt Louie Star. Don't tarrfr for a Job as letter cap rler unless you are willing to follow directions. <

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Airship Etiquette.

(With the advent of flying machines we note that several of our dearest friends are much disturbed by a lack of knowledge of*the little proprieties that govern that fine sport. For those persons we offer the following few suggestions which will be added to as the code is completed:) — I — If you drop your lady be sure of your bearings. No gentleman will drop a lady into Pittsburg. II — Remember that the motto of the Epworth League is “Look up” and DON’T SPIT. Epworth Leaguers are, as a rule, ifery finicky peopre. III — In falling, if you should pass an acquaintance aeroplaning with a stfange lady it is good form to raise your hat. IV — Never fall through a roof. People’s chambers are seldom fit to receive company without advance notice of their coming. V— Keep to the right.

Racy Metaphor.

The Archbishop of Canterbury is a great example of a ready wit, accordbag to the Pathfinder. He was going with a number of clergymen in to a luncheon, after some ecclesiastical function one day, when some dignitary observed: “Now to put a bridle on our appetites!” Quick as lightning the archbishop retorted, “Say, rather, now to pnt a bit between our teeth.” ’

Willing to Say Good-By.

“I pay as I go,” declared the loudmouthed person. “No doubt you do,” answered the quiet man, “but I’d rather see the style of your departure than the color of your money.”

A WOMAN DOCTOR

Wj« Quick to Sec That Coffee Wu Doing the Mischief. A lady tells of a bad case of coffee poisoning and tells it in a way so simple and straightforward that literary skill could not improve it. "I had neuralgic headaches for 12 years,” she says, “and suffered untold agony. When I first began to have them I weighed 140 pounds, but they brought me down to 110. I went to many doctors and they gave me only temporary relief. So I Buffered on, till one day a woman doctor told me to use Postum. She said I looked like 1 was coffee poisoned. “So I began to drink Postum and I gained 15 pounds in the first few weeks and continued to gain, but not so fast as at first My headaches began to leave me after I had used Postum about two weeks—long enough to get the coffee poison out of my system. "Since I began to use Postum I can gladly say that I never know what a neuralgic headache la like any mote, and it was nothing but Postum that made me well. Before I used Postum I never went out alone; I would get bewildered and would not know which way to turn. Now Igo alohe and my head Is as clear as a bell. My brain and nerve* are stronger than they have been for years.” Read the little book, "The Road to WeHville," In pkgs. "There’s a Rea- . son.” / _ 1 Ever read the above letter? A ' new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, sod full of human interest. ~ ■ ■ ", ■ - t.