Rensselaer Republican, Volume 20, Number 14, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 December 1887 — MISCELLANEOUS NOTES. [ARTICLE]

MISCELLANEOUS NOTES.

i —The farmer stores his eider now And Unhappy fellow; The harder that the aider gets The suieker he’ll get mell w. —Detroit Free Pres*. Kansas has twenty-three colleges in full operation. Lotta will quit the stage forever after next season, her mother says. Over *,OOO young ladies in New York City are professional type-writers. Tally-ho coaches are to be run from Washington, D. C.,to Mount Vernon. A novelty in parlor gas resembles a rose bush standing inla corner. The pedal either, a new musical instrument, is coming into New fork favor. The New York Central is patting down rails weighing eighty pounds to the yard. Governor Hill, of New York, has appointed thirty women to the office of notary public. The newest cut in corsets is s cut of 10 per cent in the wages of the employee who make them. Broadway, the longest street in New York, extends ten miles, while Benson, the shortest street, is not more than one hundred feet long. “Why do you drink so much?” said a clergyman to a hopeless drunkard. “To drown my troubles.” “And do vou succeed in drowning them?” “No, hang ’em! they can swim. 0 Kansas City had a white Thanksgiving. The Times quotes a stanea as expressing the condition:

First it blew,’ And then it snew. And theii it thew, And then it Mb ksrrid. There are in the State of Kansas I,SOf flour mills, with an invested capital of $96,238.t0. During the year they ground Hi,480,302 bushels of grain, and turned out 12,8*7,382 barrels of flour. The number of mills was doubled during the past eleven months. Sara Bemhart was asked by a reporter: “Do you know, Mademoiselle, that you are reproached for having four children and no husband?” “That is absurd. Isn’t it better than having, like some women in this country, four husbands and no children?” A man clad in nothing bnt a shirt walked np to the ticket office on the platform of a station in Dublin and applied for a ticket. He had delirium tremens, and had gone into the waitingroom, taken off his clothes, and left them there. He was dressed and arrested and fined five shillings and costs at the Police Court. The Baltimore American tells this quaint little story: Said an aged matron to me once: “When my cousin William came home from a three year’s cruise his old bine cloth suit with brass buttons looked very old-fashioned, and I said, ‘Cousin William, you should buy yourself some new clothes; you can afford it.’ Bnt he answered, ‘I do not

worry about my clothes, cousin Mary; I have brought home four shot hairs full of gold pieces, and the girls will marry me now.’ ” And to my “Did any one marry him?” she replied, while a faint tinge mantled her aged cheeks, “Yes, I married him.” Following the example of Frederick Douglass, Miss Flora Batson, who is recognized as the greatest female balladsinger the negro race has thus far produced, will shortly marry her business manager, Mr. James G. Bergen, a white man. Mr. Bergen is a handsome man of the blonde type, and lias seen about forty-five summers. He was born in Petersburg, 111. He has been a widower about a year. He has a son about twelve years of age. Miss Flora Batson was born in Washington twenty-three years ago. It is said that the profits from Miss Batson’s concerts have amounted to $20,000. The venerable but vigorous General F. E. Spinner, formerly United States Treasurer,writes from his camp at Pablo Beach, Fla., to his friends, the boys of America, to spare the birds. “I well recollect.” he says, “that I once shot a robin. He flew some distance, and fell in the tall grass. 1 went and picked him np and found that I had inflicted a fatal wound in his breast. Tne poor, wounded bird looked np into my face so imploringly that it caused me. to shed tears, and now, to day, at the age of eightyfive years, lam haunted by the pitiful, imploring look of that poor, innocent, dying bird, and feelings of deep remorse come over me whenever! see a robin. I would be willing to make great sacrifices to be made guiltless of the wanton murder of that noor, innocent bird.” The General makes a special p iea for thatsweetest of all Amsrican songsters, the ill-named cat bird. But as for the English sparrow, he says with righteons wrath, “kill him wherever you find turn, in season and, out of season. He has never been known to do any good, and is of no use. Give him no quarter, but go for him as you would for anv other tbieL” __ -