Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 74, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 March 1910 — Page 3

GOOD SHORT STORIES

Andrew Carnegie was on board a ferryboat <t Norfolk on the day the (President' visited that port. Something [went wrong with the compass. Thq captain appealed to the mate. The mate examined the compass and said: “I guess It must be attracted by that steel magnate over there.” Mr. Kajones, who happened to step 9nto the parlor while looking for a (book, was just in time to see somebody slip hastily off somebody else’s |tnee. “Ah, Bessie,” he observed, bleasantly, "tills Is a merger, is It? Or is it a limited partnership?” “Neither, papa,” said Bessie, recovering berself instantly. “George is my holding company—that’s all.” Recently a* party of tourists were Visiting the Louvre. By mistake one of the tired number carried a catalogue of the Luxembourg. Upon being confronted by a fantastically modern nude study with a black cat in the (background she turned to the corresponding number and complacently announced to the astonished listeners: “This is Whistler’s mother.” On Lord Dufferin’s estate, near Belfast, there once stood a historic ruin, ja castle which had been a stronghold ol the O’Neils. One day Lord Dufferin visited it with his steward, Dan Mulligan, and drew a line with his stick (round it, telling Mulligan that he was 4o build a protecting wall on that line. And then he went to India, feeling secure as to the preservation of the great jhistoric building. When he returned to Ireland he hastened to visit the castle. It was gone. He rubbed his lejsw and looked again. Yes, gone it certainly was, leaving not a trace behind it. He sent for Dan and inquired: "Where’s the castle?” “The castle, my lord? That old thing? Sure, I pulled it down to build the wall iwid.” Dr. S. Weir Mitchell tells with keen enjoyment of the experience of a med--Bcal friend of his who engaged a nurse, recently graduated, for a case of delirium tremens. The physician succeeded in Quieting the patient, and left (some medicine, instructing the nurse (to administer it to him again if he '“began to see snakes again.” At the next call the physician found the patient again raving. To his puzzled (inquiry the nurse replied that the man had been going on that Way for several hours and that she had not given him any medicine. “But didn’t I tail !you to give it to him if he began to isee snakes again?” demanded the physician. “But he didn’t see snakes this time,” replied the nurse confidently. “He saw red, white and blue turkeys with straw hats on.” Recently an automobilist ran down and killed a hen in suburban. Philadeliphia. He was a conscientious autoImobillst. Instead of racing along, unmindful of the grief of the owners of that hen, he immediately stopped, got out, tenderly picked up the unfortunate fowl and rang the doorbell of the farmhouse from the vicinity of which It had emerged,- A womaif opened the door. “I am very sorry to inform you,” remarked the automobilist, “that |l have unintentionally killed this hen |of yours,” He held the fowl up to her •view. “Now lam quite willing to pay whatever the value—” But she checked bim with this Joyous exclamation: “Oh, I’m so much obliged to you. I’ve been trying to catch that hen for three - (days to cook it for dinner, and I never could so much as lay a hand on the pesky thing. Thank you, 'sir; thank you.”

THE COMET HUNTER.

Vila Emotions When Re FHnda a Mn Wanderer In Space. The process of comet hunting is perhaps the most fascinating branch of practical astrohomy.Tf tlere Btilllives among us moderns one bnly survivor of the traditional astronomer, one patient, expectant lover of the skies, seek him among the comet -hunters, for to-day, as of old, you will find him perched oh some tower scanning the heavens from dusk to dawn, sleepless, almost hopeless of success, yet ever supported by the thought that perhaps he, too, may add his chapter to the ktory celestial. Let us follow him at pis work. Suddenly he sights a faint patch of hazy light, is for an instant uncertain, yet trusts that his eye deceives him not. Another minute and a larger telescope has made him sure. It is there. He hurries to his library and consults Herschel’s catalogue of known nebulae. He finds the place In the book; down the page runs his eager finger. There is nothing recorded at that exact spot on*the sky. It must be a colnet. Yet even Herschel’s careful scrutiny was not so very Infrequently at fault. As yet there is no certainty. He mußt apply the final test. The larger telescope is now brought Into play. If this is truly a comet it must be following some appointed orbit in space. It must be changing its position with reference to the stars. Probably half an hour will Berve to settle the question to an experienced eye. The minutes pass. ' Is there motion or is there not? He thinks there Is. Now he is almost surf, there is. Yes. No man could remain impassive, pis pipe goes out; he forgets to smoke. Another quarter hour makes assurance Sdoubly sure. Success is his. , But now he is seized with a new fear. Ib he the first or has Borne other anticipated the discovery? There is another tireless comet hunter who (lives in Vienna. Perhaps even now {word is on the telegraphie cables.

There Is meed of haste. Thf astronomer runs to the telephone, calls long distance and asks foV the Harvard college observatory, which la the central distributing station for announcing new discoveries. They tell him calmly that they have heard nothing; that the discovery will be at once verified and made known -by cable and telegram in every observatory throughout the world before morning. Our astronomer goes to shut up hlB telescopes. fie will work no more tonight, but he sways a little as he crosses the room.—Prof. Harold Jacoby In Harper’s Weekly.

THE WORK CURE.

The famous Harvard geologist, Nathaniel Southgate Shaler, who died about four years ago, was a man of singularly wide range and vivacity of conversation. In a single hour, says a correspondent of the New York Nation, he would discuss topics as diverse as national politics, the seeds of the fossil Coniferae, ahd the question whether there might not be some ethnological considerations bearing on mathematical studies. Perhaps the most striking thing about him, after his unexcelled warmth of heart and capacity for making people free of his time and thought and interest, was his surprising industry. On one of the earliest occasions when I was thrown into contact with him, and obliged to ask for considerable portions of his time, I remember having asked if he were not overbusy. “No,” he replied. “I have a good many things to do, and a score of years ago I had nervous prostration. I went to Germany and tried all kinds of cures for It, but they did nt/good; so I came home, and ever since I’ve been trying to work it off.” Asking advice from Shaler was a very different thing from seeking It from ordinary sources. On one occasion—apropos of something now quite forgotten—he told the story of his being asked by a graduate of the Harvard Divinity School how he might best fit himself for the work of' his chosen calling. The freshly graduated theological student did not feel sure that he knew as much about men as he did about divinity. After a moment’s thought, the professor said, in substance: “Go to Colorado, get down into a drift, and dig for two years with the miners. Possibly you’ll know more about men than you do now.” The young man did so, with the result that he came back at the end .f the period to thank his adviser for he had derived from his most unconventional Wanderjahre.

AS TO MAKING OUR OWN SHOES

If Price Go Mach Higher We May Be Driven to This Extremity. Shoes are apparently to be beyond the reach of most of us; luxuries that we can only hope to receive at Christmas time. The prospect causes quite a flutter of anticipation. We might adopt the silk bags worn by Trilby, or the admirably simple sandals worn by Mr. Duncan. Either of these we could make ourselves. It would be rather agreeable work of a rainy afternoon. Real sandals, too, are surely simple to contrive; the children might l)e started to work on these. The New York Evening Sun says there is nothing at all appalling in the possible scarcity of shoes. Our feet may become practicable appendages. We may in time be able to walk, really walk, sixty miles a day as the Japanese do. That' will simplify one’s summer plans. With the ability to walk, traveling becomes as easy and usual as staying at home. At this point it is learned that the Chinese are to step in and make shoes at prices so low as to cause general consternation. Surely it does not mean that they will follow our ideas of what a shoe should be, a rather smart casing which bears no relation whatever to the shape of the human foot. They must mean that for these paltry sums they can make their own satin slippers of boatlike cut, which have the air of being most comfortable and sane. The beauty of them is undeniable. A pair of green silk ones embroidered with small black chrysanthemums and worn by a chamberman in Vancouver have been remembered admiringly by the writer for years. What if shoes should become an interesting part of the wardrobe? We might embroider our own. Chinese shoes would be followed by those curious raised rain shoes they wear, lifting one just the necessary three inches out of the mud. With our streets In their present unspeakable condition such prospects make one Impatient for these desirable changes to take place at once.

For the Mother.

If a child be taught nothing else about the use of its body it should at least be taught poise In standing, walking and sitting, and correct poise is merely a matter of getting the weignt on the balls of the feet and raising the chest. Even young children throw their weight on the heels, and that this eventually becomes a habit may be seen by observing men and women upon the streets.

Several Scenes.

“There will be a balcony scene in this play;”. “I dare say,” said the cynical manager, “and thej-e’ll probably be a scene in the gallery and parquet, too, if you ever try to'put it on." ’ How good a yawn tastes at about 10 o’clock in the evening, just before going to bed! ' “ • .... When a man does not believe in an idea, he refers to it as a menace.

Topics The Times

"Oblige,” of all the words In the English language, is the one most frequently misspelled. The word “pageant” originally signified the fixed or movable scaffold on which plays were presented. The indications are that at no distant date there will be more Gertnan students in America than American Students in Germany. During the first nine months o*f 1909 Tacoma shipped 104,536,596 feet of lumber. Portland, Ore., during the isame months shipped 135,392,630 feet. By means of a systematic warfare on the prairie dogs of the ern part of the United States, J. W. Halmon has killed 600,000 of these animals. In the Beven years 1901 to 1908 China’s postal service expanded remarkably. The postal routes now cover 88,000 miles and the postoffices number 3,493, as against 176 in 1901, an Increase of 3,317. Americans are the greatest peanut eaters in the world—they would be, even If there were no circuses. In 1907 and 1908 Japan exported 17,000,000 pounds of peanuts, and the United States took nearly all of them. Hubert Latham recently took up a moving picture operator on a sevenminute trip in his aeroplane to an elevation of eighty feet from the ground. The operator took pictures with the lens point downward. The apparatus weighed 200 pounds and Its operator 196. Dr. Emily H. Jones Barker recently resigned ?.s resident physician at Wellesley College. Dr. Barker was appointed to this post in 1875 and was the last officer in academic service whose appointment dated back to the first year of the college. For more than twenty years she served as superintendent of. Eliot College. Following Is* a list of the wealthiest widows in the United States: Mrs. E. H. Harriman, $100,000,000; Mrs. Russell Sage, $70,000,000; Mrs. Hetty Green, $60,000,000; Mrs. W. B. Leeds, $30,000,000; Mrs. J. H. Smith, $18,000,000; Mrs. G. M. Pullman, $16,000,000; Mrs. C. Vanderbilt, $15,000,000; Mrs. M. K. Jessup, $10,000,000; Mrs. W. K. Thaw, $7,500,000; Mrs. Potter Palmer, $7,500,000; Mrs. H. H. Rogers, $5,000.000. The assessed valuation of all (Chicago real estate for 1908, $344,399,927. The combined wealth of those eleven widows, $338,000,000.—New York Journal. In half a century the United States department of agriculture has grown from a mere beginning to an institution with over 11,000 employes. Congress supplies it with an annual Income for its expenditure in the neighborhood of $15,000,000, while half as much more is spent by the states in their agricultural experiments, colleges and experiment stations. Of its employes nearly three thousand are scientists, hundreds are administrative officers and thousands are clerks and helpers. There are a dozen bureaus, ranging in expenditure from $60,000 to $4,000,000. ' Electric baking ovens have long been available, but their use has' not spread very rapidly, probably because of the cost, or the difficulty of procuring the requisite current. In the little Swiss town of Kerns, where electric power is cheaA the electric baking oven has just been established in a satisfactory manner. In a furnace less than eight feet logg 100 pounds of bread, in loaves of one and three pounds each, can be baked at one time, and eight bakings can be made in 12 hours. The cost of the heating is a little more than one cent and threequarters a pound of bread. Wonders never cease. Chicago women are really learning how to step off a street car properly and the number of accidents is rapidly diminishing. This is vouched for in an official report of on traction lines in January, which says: “A resume of the various causes shows that the people are becoming educated to the many dangers through being careless concerning street cars. This is especially true in relation to women, there being a decrease of 60 per cent in the number of women and children injured during last month, as cbmpared 'with the previous month.”

COLDEST SINCE 1866-1867.

When the MercutV Thermometer* Froze Up at Stiver Bow. “This Is the record for cold weather since the winter of 1866-1867," said General Charles S. Warren in the Thornton lobby yesterday afternoon* according to the Anaconda Standard. “We have had thirty days of continuous cold weather and there has scarcely been a night during that time when the thermometer did not reach the zero point. The winter es 1866 and 18,67 was the only one that beat this That is a long time to refer back to, but I am right. We used to havt mercury thermometers thosn days, and it Was only once in a great while when we ran across such a thing as a spirit thermometer. The mercury thermometer used to freeze solid when 30 grees below was reached and then the bulb would break and the thermometer go out of commission. “In company with a bunch of oldtime miners I was in Silver Bow at that time. There were not more than fifty inhabitants here in Butte and we used to think them foolish to locate on such a bleak hillside /.when there were much greater comforts to be aalued down in Silver Bow, where the

town was t* a lower altltuae and where the wind did not have such a good sweep at us unless it sucked through the canyon. “As I was saying, the mercury froze lh the thermometers when it reached' 30 degrees below zero, and it was only a matter of a few days until every thermometer in the camp was broken. We sent word to Deer Lodge by the stage driver to send up a new supply, but the merchants of that town reported there was nothing doing—that the cOld had broken all their thermometers as well. Then it was up to u« to devise some method of measuring the cold. One Of the miners happily found a solution of our trouble.* Around all of the placer camps there is always a lot of quicksilver—we used to use it in the sluice boxes to catch the placer gold. Mercury was our standard of cold measure in all the thermometers, so this chap used to put a lot of quicksilver into a gold pan and place it at som£ point outside his cabin. Actually it was so cold that the ‘quick’ would freeze so hard within an hour that we could carry it into the cabin and batter it about like a piece of lead until it 'began warming up, then it would return to its original elusive form. “Well, that method of measuring cold was in vogue from March 11 to March 21. There was not a day during all that time that the pan of ‘quick’ would not freeze solid in from thirty to sixty minutes. That was the only way we computed the degree of cold. When the ‘quick’ became solidified In thirty minutes we knew that it wai 60 degrees below zero. When it tool an hour to freeze' up it was thirty de grees warmer. The cold-registering device was simple, if you only knew how to go about it, and I honestly believe the miners in that placer camp at Silver Bow during that never-to-be-forgotten March recorded the weather accurately. “Anyway, it was satisfactory to all concerned, and that is a whole lot more than one can say of the expensive weather bureau at present conducted by Uncle Sam.”

MORE MONEY FOR PLOWS.

What the Expenditure for One Can Would Do In Reclaiming Land. A forty-acre farm of irrigated land will comfortably support a family ol five. It costs $55,000 to make a 12inch gun. The money that goes tc pay for this gun would reclaim 1,571 acres of land, providing homes for 196 people, says Secretary of Agriculture Wilson in Leslie’s. When all the guns on all the battle ships are shot one time the government bloWs in noise and, smoke $150,000. This would reclaim more than 4,000 acres of land, giving homes to more than 600 farmers and their familitja. The money consumed in powder is lost to all future. The farmer who buys the reclaimed lands must pay the government' back in ten years, so it does not cost the government anything to build up the country by helping the farmer. We should make more homes and not so many fighting machines. We have numberless instances where the construction of a railroad has advanced the value of farm lands from $lO to SSO per acre. We also have many instances where the Improvement of the public roads has increased farm values from $lO to S6O per acre. Therefore, saying nothing about the relative comforts of a good road over a bad one, good roads are a splendid investment for the farmer. The laws of the country should so protect and encourage investments in railroad construction as to prevent the necessity of citizens having to contribute to help build them. If I were asked to name the most effective way to check this country’s growth I would say stop railroad construction for a few years and our country will become a nation of Industrial decadence.

The Lottery Mania.

The first lottery on record In England was drawn in London in 1569, the proceeds being devoted* to public purposes. Four hundred thousand lots were drawn for the prizes of cash nn<) silver plate, and for four months nothing else was thought or talked of, and the delight of the winners and the despair of the unfortunates seemed equally exaggerated. A perfect epidemic of lotteries followed, there being no laws upon the subject, and soon there were lottery tailors, lottery tea merchants, lottery barbers (who with each shave at threepence gave a ticket that might draw a ten pound prize), lottery shoeblacks, 'lottery eating houses where for sixpence a plate of meat and the chance of drawing 60 guineas were given, and so on down to a sausage stall in a narrow alley, where it was written that he who bought a farthing’s worth of sausage might realize a capital of 5 shillings.

Deduction.

“Pop, is sailing in the air aviation?” “Yes, eon.” “And is a man who goes up in the air an aviator?” “Yes, Bon.” i “Then is an aviary a place where they keep airships?”—Baltimore American. _ •

So Different.

“She’s as like you, as Cervantes says, as one egg is like another.” "Well, in these days, one egg isn't like another if one’s fresh and the other’s cold storage.”—Kansas City Star. Hospitality which drives to gluttony is about as bad as this treating habit you hear condemned so freely. How a rocky path does enjoy an encounter with a tender foot! . Two hearts that beat’ as one seldom keep time vary long.

RELIGIOUS

“Thy Will Be Done.” I cannot always see the way that leads To heights above; I sometimes quite forget that He leads on With hands of love; But yet I know-the path must lead me to Immanuel’s land, And when I reach life’s summit 1 shall know And understand. I cannot always trace the onward course My ship must take. But looking backward, I behold afar Its shining wake Illumined with God’s light of love; and so I onward go, In perfect trust that Hfe who holds the helm . , The course must know. I cannot always see th 4 plan on which He builds my life; For oft the sound of hammers, blow on blow. The noise of strife, Confuse me till I quite forget He knows And oversees, And that in all details with His good plan My life agrees. I cannot always know and understand The Master’s rule; I cannot always do the tasks He gives In life's hard school; But I am learning with His held, to solve Them one by One, And when I cannot understand, to say, Thy will be done,”

“Jnat the Minister’* Wife.’* Mrs. Richmond sat by the open window. Her happy gaze caressed the distant hills, the spring-time hills that for so many weary months she had thought never to see again. Now she was up once more, a prisoner still, but able to look and listen and understand how beautiful was the world that she so nearly lost. The church bells were ringing softly, their clearness muffled a little by distance, but still potently sweet in tone. “They make me sad,” thought the minister’s wife. “I have been so long away from any service; it will be such weeks before I can go again.” Then, at the click of the gate, she pullefi herself together. Doctor Richmond and the boys would soon be coming. “Mother’s room” was their first goal, and it would never do to let them see that mother, always so bight and gay and cheerful, eVen when enduring greatest pain, was in a fit of the “dumps” Just because she was getting well, Just because the scene of the lilacs and the sound of the church bells had made her feel a little lonesome and away from the world. But it was a girl’s light step that ran quickly up the stairs, a girl’s eager voice that begged to come in, and Elinor Lane, her arms heaped with daffodils, leaned over and kissed Mrs. Richmond's forehead. “Where shall I put them?” she asked, holding out the flowers. “They’re from the church. I’ve left them every week, you know, but today, when Doctor Richmond told me that you were sitting up, I begged him to let me really bring them. Now •that you are getting well, I don’t believe the parish will give you a moment s rest. You don’t know how we’ve missed you!” “You’ve all been sg^kind— too kind!” Mrs. Richmond murmured, her thin cheeks flushing with pleasure. “I had no idea I was so blessed in friends, but, or course, you would be thoughtful and attentive because of Doctor Richmond—” "Not at all!” broke in Elinor, a little hotly, “it’s you yourself! We love Doctor Richmond, too; but dotat you realize what you’ve meant and do mean to the parish?” “But, my dear,” interrupted Mrs. flushed and a little bewildered, “you can’t know how it’s weighed on me, this uselessness of mine, for I’ve never been really the ‘minister’s wife’; I’ve just been Mrs. Richmond. I never had a voice, so I couldn’t take my place in the choir. I wasn’t the least bit musical; I couldn’t even play the organ accompaniments for the Sunday school hymns. And there were always so many, many little children about my knees that I seemed constantly conducting home kindergarten classes and sewing societies all of my own. I thought so often, as f lay here this winter, how much better it would have beel| If Doctor Richmond had chosen some one more wortlw, more able to help him, than I hafi been.” “And do you never remember,” answered Miss Lane, gently, “the year I came here, a forlorn little frightened-to-dedfch school teacher, and my Thanksgiving with you just because my home was so far away? “Don’t you ever think of the Baker twins from that forsaken copper-min-ing region? They never would have known anything of Christianity or decency if you hadn’t cared for them. “Don’t you know how much all of us realize that Dpctor Richmond’* splendid theories of JiTe and charity and love come from his happiness with you? 6, Mrs. Richmond, the parish would be so poor if it had lost you! ’’ And the girl had gone, Mrs. Richmond sat musing happily, and when the boys came trooping in they saw the same old glad, unquenchable smile that they always looked for and always found on their mother’s face. At Inst Mrs. Richmond understood that

her simple lire had "smelled sweet blossomed in the dust.’’—Youth’s Companion. The Unite* Heart. The psalmist says: “Unite my heart to fear thy name.” The only power that can do this is the spiritual life which is imparted by the Divine indwelling. The culture of the intellect, lofty as it is, does not renew man in the center of his being. Only the love and life that fill the heart can do this, by bringing all affections and volitions into harmonious activity. The new life is the normal life. It is the salvation of the whole man. To effects this peaceful union with human nature God spared not His own Son. The Christ life in the heart is the pledge of personal perfection, is the secret of self-realization, Is the hope of glory. It is life Inspired by a supreme passion, molded by a Divine ideal, and transformed by Divine -power. To its progress are subordinated the manifold discipline of all of life’s vicissitudes, its pleasures, Its sorrow and its Joy. The united heart is master of all circumstances. To it every storm of trouble is a pavilion of peace. A Prayer. O, Thou who has given us love without measure and help without price, let us not weigh and mete out our obedience unwillingly, but teach us how Thy children should live before Thee in noble freedom and Joyful continuance of faithful love. Let each day of life be a day of Thy presence. Kindle in our hearts desire for holiness. May we not waver, faint-hearted and Irresolute, but aid us to be strong and steadfast, daily giving thanks for a child’s place In the Father’s house and for the opportunity of helpfulness. O, Thou, the faithful Redeemer and Shepherd of our souls, as Thou didst live in obedience and uprightness of faith and love, enable us also to be true and persevering and let Thy blessing, rest on all who seek and follow Thee.

ORIGIN OF MODERN CALENDAR.

Old Computations of Kami Pompll* Ins Reformed by Julias Caesar, i A curious point in* our modern calendar is the irregularity in the number of the dttyß ih the different months. We could hardly remember the right lengths if it were not for the familiar rhyme, “Thirty days hath September.” In the oldest Roman calendars the months were of thirty and twenty-nine days each. But when Julius Caesar reformed the calendar of Numa Pompilius he gave them alternating thirty-one and thirty, beginning with January. February was an exception, and was given twenty-nine in ordinary and thirty in leap fears. After Caesar’s death, the month Quintilis was renamed Julius in his honor. Some time later Augustus chose the following month. Sextills, as his own, and called it Augustus. But it had only thirty* days, and it was not to be ensured that Augustus should be inferior to Julius. So the emperor took one day from February, leaving it but twenty-eight, and gave it to Augustus. This disturbed Caesar’s prderly arrangements, and three months of thirty-one days, viz., July, August and September, came together. The extra day of the latter was, therefore, given to Qetober, and a day taken from November was given to December. The calendar, Uke so many other of our institutions, has been a thing of slow growth, and herein, perhaps, lies the secret of its stability.. This is illustrated by the fate of the brand-new calendar df the French republic. At the time of the revolution an attempt was made to get rid of the Roman names of the months, and other associations. A new calendar was arranged by a committee, of which the moving spirit seems to have been Philippe Fabre d’Eglantine, dramatist and revolutionist. The old months were cut up so that from eight to eleven days of one were united with froni twenty-two to niiwteen qf the following, to make twese months of thirty*’ days each. - '

He Could No t Recommend It.

The editor of the Plunkville Argus was seated at hlB deck, busily engaged In writing a fervid Editorial on the 1 necessity of building a new walk to the cemetery, when a battered specimen of the tramp printer entered the office. “Mornln', boss!” said the caller. “Got any work for a ‘print* T" “I have,” answered the editor. "You happened in Just right this time. I’ve go* only a boy to help me In the office, and I need a man to set type tor about a week. I have to make a trip out West. You can take off your coat and begin right now. I start to-mor-row, morping.” “Ali right," said the typographical tourist, removing his coat. “What road are you going to travel on?” “The X., Y. & Z., mostly. I’ve never been on it. Know anything about It?” “I know all about It I’ve traveled It from one tnd to the other.’! “What kind of road Is It?”' “Punk!” said the printer, in a tone Indicative of strong disgust. “The ties are too far apart!”

Like All Men.

He —Darling, all I possess I lay at your feet. She—You are Just like aIY the men —you insist on putting tfrtiij&s where a woman will have to pfc&them up after you. But —I’ll say yes. John. A horse without a blanket on looks bad standing in front of a saloon, but tt ( looks a great deal worse when stand lng In front of a church. >' . Many a man has mads a fortune b)t not writing poetry.