Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 February 1910 — Page 2

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MAGOON'S PAIR OF BOOTS.

RTerlutlnß Footwear Should Repone At Lut In National Mainm,. A moment of time and an inch or two of space for a modern strophe In praise of the Hon. Gregory Magoon of Upper New York state, and his incomparable pair of boots, the Bath Sun says. Mr. Magoon, who is an American of the austere Jacksonian school, bought the boots in the fall of 1857, and they still adorn and glorify his wardrobe, like twin diamonds in a royal crown. They are yet noble and serviceable boots, answering the call of duty daily, no matter what the weather. They have had no less than sixteen pairs of Boles and innumerable straps, lining and greasings, hut the uppers remain as tough, as sightly and as impervious to moisture now as they were on that memorable day when they left the studio of the forgotten master who built them. Par Mons in footgear have changed scores of time since ’57, but Mr. Magoon has never wavered in his fidelity to his unrivaled boots. When the craze was for oxfords with needle toes he still stalked the hinterland of Oneida county in his boots. When yellow shoes with red buttons had the call he remained booted and oontent. Against the insidious wiles of gum Bhoes, goloshes, dancing pumps, carpet slippers, arctics and high French heels he has constantly set his face. Not once has a foppish Impulse risen within him to seduce him from his first love. He came to manhood in Chose boots; they accompanied hiin down the primrose path of middle age, and they are his solace and comfort today, when the shadows of antiquity begin to cover him. Mr. Magoon, unluckily, cannot hope to live forever, and so the time must come, soon or late, sos his boots to be laid aside. Let us hope that the melancholy event will not lead to their sale, barter or destruction. It would be a crime to give them to a passing peddler, and it would be no less a crime to cut them into harness. Their logical destination, it is plain, is the National Museum at Washington, where they may rest until the republic dies, in that case which shelters Thomas Jefferson’s corncob pipe, Benjamin Franklin’s eating knife and the medicated flannels of Martin Van Buren. Their exhibition will immortalize the name of Magoon, and it will serve, too, to keep before the Americans of unborn generations those ideals of sturdy simplicity which stirred the souls of the fathers.

WOMAN THE MODERN MARTYR.

Clothe* Are Horribly Uncomfortable, bat She SinHea Bravely. The common opinion is that real heroines are something .unusual and rare. When a woman saves a human being from drowning at the risk of her own life she Is lauded as a heroine, and society gives her medals, by way of distinguishing her from the rest of womankind. But what she lid wasn’t really as brave as what thousands of her sisters are doing every day. The true heroine is she who wears clothes as they are ordained by the little tin goddess of fashion. The woman of fashion, or she who aspires to be a woman of fashion, going forth in her tight corsets, her enormous hat which won’t allow her to lean back comfortably in a car or closed carriage, her high heels that are always catching in something or other, skirts which make it impossible for her to take a normal step, silly little wrist bag that must be clutchred constantly or rt will get lost, and a head weighed down wtth pads, rats and false hairship under airship hat —this woman is truly brave, the Detroit Journal says. She wears all that toggery, in which she must be exceedingly uncomfortable, and she wears it so placidly, so smilingly, that man thinks —but what does man think when he beholds a fashionably dressed woman? Perhaps he doesn’t know that her clothes are uncomfortable, for he has never worn them, and no woman would ever confess to him how she feels in them. She is braver than the martyrs of old, for the martyrs recanted sometimes, and what woman eves wavered in her smile in the ballroom, no matter how her dress was hurting her? If women accomplish great things in the future it will be because of their careful training in discomfort.

HOW THE BIRDS FLY.

Rapid it) of Wins Movement— Wkea the Brakea Are Put On. Birds have different modes of flight. Just as men have different gaits in walking or running. Rapid-wing movement does not always imply speed in flight any more than rapid leg movement implies speed In walking or running. With us it is the length of the stride that tells ultimately. What, apart from wing movement, tells in * the flight of the bird is not known. Speaking broadly, long-winged birds are strong and swift fliers; shortwinged birds are feeble in flight, the Edinburgh Scotsman says. When we consider that a cumbrous, slow-moving bird like the heron moves its wings twice per second when in flight it is evident that many birds have a very rapid wing movement. Most small bird* have this rapid wing movement

with feeble powers of flight; the common wren and the dipper for instance, have a flight like that of a young bird. Many of our smaller migrants seem but to flit from bush to bush or from tree to tree. Members of the thrush family are low fliers, the blackbird in particular, with its hasty, hurried flight often just avoiding, fences and no more. Wagtails have a beautiful undulating flight with little apparent use of their wings. They look like greyhounds bounding through the air. Nearly all birds sail or float occasionally without the slightest movement of their wings. Even a large bird like a pheasant will glide in this way for more than 200 yards. Grouse have a rapid wing motion without any great speed, but when they sail, coming down with the wind, as they prefer to do, they go very fast. Before alighting they flap their wings several times very rapidly, like the clapping of hands. Most birds after gliding do this. Does it correspond to putting on the hr«A« -nr reversing the engine in the case of mechanical locomotion? With JittJe apparent use of its wings the wood pigeon flies very strongly and rapidly. It never seems to “bring up’’ much before alighting, but crashes into a tree at full speed. When it rises its wingß crack like pistol shots. Ducks are strong on the wing and often fly in single file. Geese will fly wedge or arrowhead shape, generally at a considerable height. So do many gulls and other sea birds, in a stately, measured fashion, their calls occasionally sounding like “Left, right, left, right.”

Kestrels have a beautiful, clean cut, clipping motion of their wings and look like yachts sailing through the air, while their hovering in the air is one of the mysteries of bird life. Peesweeps, which are so graceful in their motions on the ground, look like enormous bats when in flight. Swallows, and in a very marked degree swifts, have rapid wing movement with great speed and extraordinary power of flight.

QUEEN ALEXANDRA'S WORRIES.

Anxiety for the Safety of Brotherand Slater Plainly Shown. It Is an open secret in the household just now, and it must be patent to every one who takes an interest in European affairs, that Queen Alexandra Is going through a time of great anxiety about her brother, the King of Greece, who is not only in danger of losing his throne but his life beJhis fearless habit of walking unattended about the streets of his capital, as his father always did with perfect safety in Copenhagen, says the London Tatler. King George cannot be convinced of the fact that his beautiful country teems with some of the most treacherous desperadoes in the world, and his family suffer agonies of mind in consequence. Only to crowned heads and those nearly connected with them it is given to know the ghastly and ever-present fear that they or those dear to them may at any hour die by violence. The life of her sister, the Empress of Russia, must have been one long martyrdom to this kind of anxiety, and the times that she herself has narrowly escaped assassination In some shape or form can hardly be numbered. One cannot help feeling the greatest sympathy for our beloved Queen Alexandra, whose face often shows the great anxiety that she must be undergoing.

The Retort Courteous.

"Camp meeting” John Allen was a famous Methodist preacher and revivalist of the old days down in Maine, and like most successful pulpit orators, his sense of humor was equal to his gift of speech. It Is recalled by the Boston Journal that on one occasion the old gentleman's wife was getting into a carriage, and he neglected to assist her. "You are not as gallant, John, as when you were a boy!” she exclaimed, in gentle rebuke. “No,” was his ready response, “and you are not as buoyant as when you Vere a gal!”

The Idea!

Yeast—They say a hive which contains 10,000 bees in February has 15,000 in March, 40,000 in April and from 60.000 to 80.000 In May.” Crimsonbeak—Wonder how many a hive contains in June —the month of marriages. That’s the month for getting ‘stung,’ you know!—Yonkers Statesman.

Reproved Again.

“I am told that there are some fine scores to the credit of Herr Batontapper,” ventured Mr. Cumrox during a lull in the artistic conversation. “My dear,” said his wife, “we were discussing music, not baseball."— Washington Star.

An Optimist.

“Pa, what is an optimist?” “An optimist, my son, is the man who makes himself believe it will not rain to-morrow because he doesn’t possess an umbrella.” —Cleveland Plain Dealer.

One for the Vegetarian.

Prospective Lodger—Oh, we shan’t want much for meals. Landlady—l do ’ope, sir, you ain’t one o’ them 'erbaceous boarders! — Punch. ~ .

The Week in London.

"Is Lady Jane In?" .-—• ' “Very sorry, sir, but mistress is in prison this afternoon.”—Life. One Isn't necessarily a brick because he is made of day.

For The Children

Song—Ta a Crabbed Crow. Oh, crabbed crow upon the fence. Who gravely looks at me. I’d like to whisper, "Get theo hence! ** Because we can’t agree. You will not play parchesl and You cannot sing to me. You do not like my kittens, and We never can agree. You croak at everything you hear And everything you see, You make me very cross and queer. Because we don't agree. There’s room for you to fly about And perch on every tree, And look for something in the world On which we can agree. But don’t come, here, you crabbed crow, And gravely look at me, f And tell me I’m all wrong, because We never can agree. —Chicago Daily News. • WHYDm • MAMMA* LEAVE* ME* Why didn’t mamma take me To heaven with her, teo? For home now seems so lonely, I don’t know what to do; For, oh, I want my piamma, To climb up in her lap. When I am tired and sleepy Anfl want to take a nap. Such little girls as I am Can hardly get along Without a dear sweet mamma To sing a good-night song. ( wish that God would take me To find my mamma dear, For it’s so very lonely, I do not like it here. ’ ' ' l. , 1 - -- - My papa seems so sad now And doesiCt play with me; And when I ask for mamma, Tears in his eyes I see, As he stoops down and kisses His little daughter’s face, Then round his neck so tightly My little arms I place. I think he’s sad and lonely And misses mamma, too. Our home’s so dark and gloomy, We don’t know what to do. I try to make him happy; But I miss mamma so. And wish that God would tell us That we to her might go. —Philadelphia Record. ———

String Names. It was a rainy, gray day, and the children had tried and given up all their usual games. Finally Mary, who had been playing with a piece of fishline that Dick had dropped from his pocket, exclaimed, “Oh, see what I’ve discovered all by myself!” The children, Tommy, Sarah and Dick, gathered round her quickly. She sat at the dining-room table with the twine in her hand. “O dear, I’m afraid I haven’t enough!” she said, as the others pressed near: “Tommy, do run and get the ball of string.” When that was brought, she cut several lengths of it, each about a yard long. Then she made some short pieces, an inch Or so long. The children kept begging her to tell them what she was going to do, but she smiled and said nothing. At last the string was prepared. “Dick,” she said, “you are the littlest, how do you spell your name?” “D-i-c-k,” he said, slowly and wonderingly. She took one of the pieces of string and very deftly, on the surface of the table, made it into the shape of his name in handwriting. For the dot of the letter “I” she took one of the short pieces, doubled it up into a ball and put it over the letter. The children were delighted, and spent the rest of the afternoon, till the table had to be cleared for supper, in forming their names, and even making whole sentences. The last thing they wrote was “Mary,” in honor of the inventor of this new game. Youth’s Companion. Personation*. * To play this game the company seat themselves in a circle, whilst one o! the players begins to describe some person with whom most of the other players are familiar, and continues until one or' other of the company is able to guess from the description who the person may be. The one guessing correctly then proceeds to describe seme one. If, however, the company is unable to make a correct guess the player goes on until some one is successful. *‘\

The Natural Result.

Misp Goldbonds—lf father should allow us to marry, count, what would be the outcome? Count de Brokeski—Ah, my dear Miss Goldbonds, zat, you know, would depend entirely on ze income.—Judge. Even if the season is poor the diligent farmer can always raise a crop of whiskers.

AN INSPIRED BEGGAR.

Little MU. s.brlna Knew the Beat Conrae to Pnrsne. “The money’s wonderful enough, but where it comes from is a miracle,” declared Mrs. Marvin, as the hospital association meeting broke up into jubilant little groups. “Lucinda Ivins! Goodness knows how often I’ve stood on her doorstep, screwing up my courage to face that cold eye and ask for twenty-five cents —and I generally didn’t’get it, either. She thought there was altogether too much charity, and as for church suppers! Whose list was she on this time?” “Mine,” confessed a young girl. “But I’d faced her once before, and —well, I Just wrote a note and got a declination.”

Mrs. Marvin’s eye darted about among the other women, with masterful inquiry, and pounced upon a bright eyed-little elderly woman in a corner. “Sabrina! Sabrina Moss!” she called across the room. “I believe you’ve had your finger in this pie, and you may as Well confess. You always were an inspired beggar, and—oh, I know it was you persuaded her into it!"

"No, indeed!” protested Miss Sabrina, hastily. “There was no persuad; ing. I —maybe it was officious in me to go,”—she turned to the young girl apologetically—-"but I knew you were a newcomer and wouldn’t know about little Lily Ivins, it was all so long ago. She was a cripple, and Lucinda’s baby sister. They cure cases like hers nowadays, and I thought perhaps if Lucinda realized—-”

“And she did, and promised you five thousand dollars!” burst in Mrs. Earvin, breathlessly. "Dear me, no,” said Miss Sabrina, chuckling. “She said, ‘You always were an interfering person, Sabrina Moss! I’ll thank you to attend to your affairs, and I’ll attend to mine!’ ‘All right, Lucinda,’ said I. ‘lt’s only a question of what our affairs are, and I hoped you’d think this one yours.’ And then she snorted at me, and I came away.” Walking home with the girl who had not obtained the live thousand, Mrs. Marvin declared, “That was Sabrina all over. Just to state her case and come away—the one thing that could have fetched Lucinda Ivins. Sabrina really is what I called her—an inspired beggar. She’s never importunate, she’s never pleading, she never asks more than a person can fairly afford. Sometimes she discourages overgenerous givers; and once, when there came an unexpected need jUst after there had been other large demandsr she wouldn't go to even one of the usual people. She deliberately set herself to get the whole sum out of people who don’t give, but ought to'. She got it, too! “She’s as poor as a churdh mouse herself, but the year she was sick there was a perfectly ridiculous falling off in our receipts for charities and improvements. We in Hentley have learned to appreciate the fact that one of the most valuable citizens a town can have Is a thoroughly able, industrious, discreet and conscientious beggar.”—Youth’s Companion.

The Military Salute.

All salutes, from taking off the hat to presenting arms, originally implied respect or submission. Of military salutes, raising the right hand to the head is generally believed to have originated from the days of the tournament, when the knights filed past the throne of the queen of beauty and by way of compliment raised their hands to their brows to imply that her beauty was too dazzling for unshaded eyes to gaze upon. The officer’s salute with the sword has a double meaning. The first position, with the hilt opposite the lips, is a repetition of the crusader’s action in kissing the cross hilt of his sword in token of faith and fealty, while lowering the point afterward implies either submission or friendship, mining i n either case that it is no longer necessary to stand on guard. Raising the hand to the forehead has also been explained as a sign that the weaponed hand is empty and in an inoffensive position, but this reason does not seem so convincing as the qthers.

A Low Standard.

“Women put up with too much In matrimony. Their standard of matrimonial felicity is too low.” The speaker was a well known suffragist. She resumed: /‘Why, once in the days of my slum work a woman said to me: “ ‘Mrs. Blank likes her second husband far better than her first, ma’am.’ “ ‘Why?’ I asked. “She says,’ was the reply, ‘that her second does so much time that practically all she earns she has for herself.’ ”

When News Is Scarce.

You cannot stump the busy scribe Who runs the press. He comes of a resourceful tribe. We must confess.

When themes are scarce to write about He does not yelp, Nor does he raise a plaintive shout Imploring help.

He promptly into action floats. Gets busy then And ties some -well-known anecdotes To unknown men. —— : —Louisville Courier-Journal.

Generosity.

Willie’s mamma said to Willie, “When you’ve plenty always treat," Willie, minding, gave the measles To each kid upon the streets —Cleveland Plain Dealer. Give a woman half a chance and she will proceed to boast of her ailments.

TRUMPET CALLS.

Rtn'a Kora Sound* a Warning: Not* I to the Unredeemed.

they have fathers whose walk and talk do not agree. No college has ever yet made a saint The big checks are not all signed with gold pens. Growth is always profit when it is the right thing that grows. The man who Judges simply by what he can see always judges wrong. A great deal of preaching' still takes its color from the glasses the rabbis' JKOKt. ———t-: /;. - . Many a man f%ils in life because he is always trying to catch a lion in a mouse trap. The things that' are hid from the wise and prudent are still being revealed to babes. . A lot of things can be seen through a horse collar that are never visible from a skyscraper window. The real man, is always greater than the work he does, and Is never smaller than the place he fills. You can tell more about what the Lord Is doing by hearing a mother pray than you can by reading some very big books on theology.

TO RID ENGLAND OF POVERTY.

Way to Prevent Poor Dyinit la Workhouse, Prison or Gutter. He who is born in a workhouse will probably die in a workhouse, says TitBits. Not certainly, for there are wonderful exceptions, but probably. The same thing is true of many places, whole districts, which are not workhouses in the technical sense of the term, but are, nevertheless, the houses in which the work, people live, in which, because of their poverty, they are compelled to live. He who is born in one of these places will probably die in the workhouse, or in the prison, or In the gutter. Again, not certainly, but probably—aiost probably. As Sir John Gorst, a minister for education under a tory administration, said recently, you cannot blame the babies for being born, or for not making proper provision for their upbringing. “At present mahy of them had no chance, even before their birth, for their mothers were driven to work until almost the day wheh they came into the world.” He has also said —perhaps he exaggerated; we shall see when we come to look Into the matter more closely, but, anyhow, he said it—that the “great mass” of the children in our public schools were in a state of degeneracy and neglect. Now, if throughout the greater part of a man’s school life he is in a state of degeneracy and neglect, the odds are high that ne will end his days in a workhouse, a prison or the gutter. What we have to do, then, is to rout out and finally to abolish those workhouses that breed paupers, and afterward —let us hope not long afterward —to rout out and abolish those other places that breed paupers, too.

An Ingenius Device.

When Sfr Robert Perks’ school days were over he entered the office of a firm of lawyers and worked very hard. It was no uncommon thing to find him reading law at 6 in the morning, and this often after he had been working late on the previous night. As a matter of fact, he made it an inflexible rule never to be in bed of a morning after 5. To enforce this rule he invented an ingenious device. This consisted of a long glass tube filled with water nicely balance over his head and attached by a string to an alarm. At the, desired hour the bell rang and awakened the sleeper. If within a few seconds he did not leap from hip bed and avert jthe calamity the descefading weight of the clock destroyed the balance of the tube, and down poured the water on his guilty head! —From “The Life Story of Sir Robert W. Perks, Bart, M. P.,”- by Dennis Crane.

Logic.

“What —a boy of your age doesn’t know the parts of speech!” exclaimed the schoolmaster. “No, sir,” replied the pupil. “Haven’t you evefr heard of a noun?” "Oh, yes, sir!” “Well, what comes next?” “I don’t know, sir.” .“A pronoun,” said the master. “Now, remember that. Then comes the verb. Now, what follows that?” “A proverb, please, sit.” Lbndon Scraps.

A Good Listener.

The Mistress —Katie, you should not talk so much. The Maid —No, ma’am. "No. You should understand that it is your place to listen." “I do that, ma’am.” - "I never saw you when you were, then.” “No, ma'am; you never saw me when I was listening, because I was on the other side of the keyhole, ma’am.’’—Yonkers Statesman. It may be that a girl does not object to being kissed against her Will, providing the man in the case pretends to use force;

The richest gold ' mine in the world to-day is the dtuflp heap of yesterday. The devil gets his best exercise in finding \rork for idle hands to do. Many boys go to the bad because

AFTER FOUR YEARS OF MISERY

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Hunting Truffles as Sport.

Quite apart from the interest of fungi to the naturalist the temptation cannot here be resisted to refer to a method of procuring one kind of fungus, which might take rank among the minor sports. This is the fashion, originating in France, of procuring the truffle by the aid of swine and hounds. More ill-assorted sporting companions can hardly be imagined. The truffle grows underground. Pigs are particularly fond of these delicacies and, guided by the seent, will discover them by rooting in the earth. After the discovery of the truffles the dogs are employed to beat —back —the pigs and prevent them from devouring the spoil. And every quality dear to ihe sportsman of skill and judgment is needed to control and obtain the desired result from the efforts of a herd of swine and a pack of hounds.—London Outlook.

An Admonition from Japan.

“You shouldn’t call us Japs in your newspapers,” said a Japanese journalist. “We don’t think it’s polite. You wouldn’t want us to call in our papers, would you? A western Congressman said to me the other day: ‘What nese are you—Japanese or Chinese?’ I’d have liked to jiu-jitsu him, but I only smiled and retorted: ‘What key are you—monkey or Yankee?’ ”

The Syndicated Hero.

“Let one man stand at my right hand,” Horatius quoth, quoth he. “Let one abide at my left side and keep the Bridge with me. Three men, I wot, can make it hot for caitiff foes like these; and when we write about the fight, we’ll share the royalties.”—Louisville Courier-Journal.

SHE QUIT.

Bat It Wa* a Hard Pall. It is hard to believe that coffee will put a person in such a condition as it did an Ohio woman. She tells hes own story: “I did not believe coffee caused my trouble, and frequently said I liked- it so well I would not, and could not quit drinking it, but I was a miserable sufferer from heart trouble and nervous prostration for four yearß. “I was scarcely able to Ve around, had no energy and did not care for anything. Was emaciated and had a constant pain around my heart until I thought I could not endure It.' For months I never went to bed expecting to get up in the morning. I felt as though I was liable to die at any time.

"Frequently I had nervous chills and the least excitement would drive sleep away, and any little noise would upset me terribly. I was gradually getting worse until Anally one time it came over me and I asked myself what’s the use of being sick all the time and buying medicine so that I could indulge myself in coffee? “So I thought I would see if I could quit drinking coffee and got some Postum to help me quit. I made it strictly according to directions and I want to tell you, that change was the greatest step In my life. It was easy to quit coffee because I had the Postum which I now like better than the old coffee. "One by one the old troubles left, until now I am in splendid health, nerves steady, heart all right and the pain all gone. Never have any more nervous chillß, don’t take any medicine, can do all my housework and have done a great deal besides." Read “The Road to Wellville,” In pkgs. “There’s a Reason" Ever, read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest.