The Syracuse Journal, Volume 1, Number 5, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 28 May 1908 — Page 6

One of the Essentials of the happy homes of to-day is a vast fund of information aS to the best methods of promoting health and happiness and right living and knowledge of the world’s best products. Products of actual excellence and reasonable clairfis truthfully presented and which have attained to world-wide acceptance through the approval of the Well-Informed of the World; not of individuals only, but of the many who have the happy faculty of selecting and obtaining the best the world affords. One of the products of that class, of known component parts, an Ethical remedy, approved by physicians and commended by the Well-Informed of the Worldas a valuable and wholesome family laxative is the well-known Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna. Ta get its beneficial. effects always buy the genuine, manufactured by the California Fig Syrup Co., only, and for sale by all leading druggists. Impracticable! “Your husband smokes his pipe in the house, does he? I suppose there is no way of getting the odor of tobacco out of the rooms, either.” “Yes, there is one way—but I hesitate about resorting fwJt. Our house and furniture are only Tartly insured.” ' Who Likes Lemon Pie? L You should try at pace “OUR, -PIE” Preparation for delicious Lemon pies. A lady says : "I will never again J-try to make Lemon pie in the old way while I can get •OUR-PIE’ Preparation.” Try it and you will say the-same. At grocers, 10 cents. Put up by D-Zerta Food Cq.. Rochester, N. Y. Fame. “Who was James Boswell?” asked the teacher of the class in English literature “He was Dr. Samuel Johnson's press agent,” answered the young man with the bad eye.—Chicago Tribune. The '-hands of. the housewife will be kept soft and white.and free from ail chap, redness or roughness if borax is used. The Dublin corporation has decided to have all the municipal, carts lettered in Erse characters. ' Red Cross Ball Blue Should be. in every home. Ask your grocer for it. Large 2oz. package, 5 cents. CATCHING FISH IN BASKETS. > An Easy Method Which Obtained Around Bay of Fundy. The Bay of Fundy, has always been a famous fishing ground, especially for salmon and shad, says the- Charleston News and Courier. - Fifty years ago the fish were so plentiful that a method was used to catch them which seems odd nowadays when a fish has at leant half a chance to escape the hoc'; or the net. The tide rises high in the Bay of _, Fundy and its headwaters, and of this fact the flsheriiien'of fifty years ago' took full advantage. At high tide the, water makes sizable rivers of tiny streams. Large schools of shad and other fish in those days came up’the rivers with the tide. ' The method of catching them was simple in the extreme. At low tide a seine would be staked to the river bed and the top of the seine weighted to the bottom with leads. Then after [ the tide had- risen the fishermen would ' pull up the seine so that it formed aj barrier across the entire river bed. j W hen the tide began to run out the fish would find their return to fee sea | and freedom barred effectively. The little fellows, of course, would poke fheir way* through the seine, but the am s worth catching wpuld flap impotently against the meshes. Soon the tide would be out completely., leaving only a foot or so of water ,ln the rifer. Several thousand fish would lie there for the taking. A pair of rubber boots and a basket would be iufficient equipment for the fisherman, who waded out and gathered them in wholesale. ’ The fish don’t run up the rivers any more and the seining must be! done in the bay itself. This is profitable, it is true, but a fish with half a head can avoid capture for a long time. DR. TALKS OF FOOD Pres, of Board of Health. “What shall I eat?” is the daily inquiry the physician is met with. Ido . not hesitate to say that in my-judg-ment a large percentage of disease is caused by poorly selected and improperly prepared food. My personal experience with the fully-cooked food, known as Grape-Nuts, enables me to speak freely of its merits. ' “From overwork, I suffered several years with malnutrition, palpitation of the heart, and loss of sleep. Last summer I was led to experiment personally with the new food, w hich I used in conjunction with good rich cow’s milk In a short time after I commenced its use, the disagreeable symptoms disappeared, my heart’s action became steady and normal, the functions of the stomach were properly carried out and I again slept as soundly and as well as in my youth. “I look upon Grape-Nuts as a perfect L food; and no one can gainsay but that ■ it has a most prominent place in a rational, scientific system of feeding. Any w one who uses thisVfood will soon be conR vlnced of the sourness of the principle upon which It Is manufactured and may thereby know the facts a? to its true worth.” Read ‘The Road to Wellville,” In pkgs. ‘There’s a\Reason.” Ever read Hjejibove letter? A new one appears* from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest.

“Here's yer Washington Chronakil, Ba I timer ’Meriean, Phil’delphl ’Quirer I” It was the voice of a white-faced stripling of a dozen years, and he sat astride an *jd gray horse, a condemned army animal that cost him $lO, crying his wares. He had a large bundle of papers, and they went off like fried eggs at a lumber camp before-daylight banquet. He came back about dark that night crying the Washington Evening Star, a wretchedly bad daily paper those days—one that would not receive two minutes of attention In this day of sparkling £§saily productions. He was around«<he next morning, bright and early. “Look here, little fellow,” said Captain Ed Brown,, “where’d you come from and where are you living?” “I’m a Vermonter, sir, and I don’t live much of anywhere.” “How do you like our Western boys?” “I like ’em bully; thfly buy my papers quicker than any other brigade. I’ve struck since I went into the business.”. “Well, then, hadn’t you better make your home In our vicinity?”. T’d like to, sir, but I’ve got a couple of brothers who would object to my staying away from the Vermont boys, I guess.” — “If your brothers are willing, we will take you in.” ' The next day the little newsboy, after disposing of his stock—and he had Increased it materially because of the new demand—approached Captain Brown and timidly said’: “Captain, I think I will Join this brigade. I think I can please these Western men, and I know they will please me.” “All right. Do you need any help in fixing up?” “None at all, sir ; I can take care of myself.” , This occurred on Arlington Heights, opposite Washington, about Xi quarter of a mile back of the Lee mansion, during one of those rainy spells so common in Virginia in October. It was in 1861. From that day until the war ended young Aubrey was the brigade newsboy, and there was never a time since then that he would not defend the brigade, and the brigade has always had a kindly side for him. He I built up a large business, added New York and Cincinnati papers to, his list, and if any troops in an active campaign had dally papers our brigade was sure to be supplied. He was early given the name of “Doc”—“Doc” C. B. Aubrey—and it still sticks to him. A few days after McClellan was relieved from command of the army of the Potomac and General Burnside asi sumed command, in November, 1862, a serious misfortune befell the newsboy. The troops were camped in and, about Warrenton, Va. Aubery hacF ridden to Washington, laid in a supply of papers, was on his way back and reached within a few miles of Warrenton, when a company of gentlemen in gray, riding swift-footed horses, spied the little fellow and pounced upon him. The gentlemen in gray were a portion of Jeb Stuart’s cavalry. They accused him &£ being a spy. “Oh, no, gentlemen, I’m not a spy. I’m a regular member of the Iron brigade: I furnish them with papers, and if I don’t get there in time to sell these papers to-morrow morning I’m afraid they’ll drum me out of camp. Darn an army that will move away when I’m gone and get me into such a scrape!” But the gentlemen in gray were not inclined to let him go to his brigade. They still Insisted that he was a spy. “Didil’t I say I wasn’t a spy? Can’t you take my word for it?” That made the Confederates good natured; they conducted him to Stuart’s headquarters. The general didn’t quite think he was a spy, but he gave the guards directions Watch the little Yankee closely, ana If they saw any suspicious signs to send him where spies wese sure to go when thoroughly identified. The next morning, with a few other prisoners, he started for Richmond. He fell into good hands at Libby. Major Thomas Turner (not Dick) took a fancy to the green mountain lad. “What are you hene for, child?” asked Turner. “I’m a prisoner of war, sir.” “But you are not a soldier.” “Yes, sir; I belong to the Iron brigade.” “I, shall have to search you.” That worried Aubery. His captors had found nothing of value. The worst they did was to confiscate the stock of papers and his horse. Secreted in an inside pocket was his fortune, consisting of S3OO or S4OO. Turner found it. Tears Ln the boy’s eyes did not escape the Confederate. “There, there, little one, don’t cry. I’m not going to keep your money. I will take care of it and return it when you are exchanged.” A couple of months after that a batch of Libby prisoners wasto be exchanged. The boy was of the number. “Major Turner, remember what you told me?” “Oh, yes; you’re my green mountain boy. All right,” and he stepped into a room, opened a safe, took out the package, handed it to the

boy and told him to go behind the doo? and counti his money; he found it all there. He thanked officer and expressed the hope that he would! meet him when the war was over. After the war Aubery heard that Major Turned was a dentist at Memphis, Tenn. He wrote, and within a week received a reply telling him that he“ remembered having him under his care in, 1862. They arranged for a reunion. Solon after the war Aubery la cated in Milwaukee. There is ’ not a ipan of the brigade who thinks more of it than its old newsboy. He is a thrifty, highly .respected and worthy citizen. Probably no man in the State has a choicer j collection of war relics, including the sword Captain Aubery, carried through the war of 1812. j Three of his brothers were soldiers in the last war.—J. A. Watrous in Chicago Herald. , In Retrospect. Tis many, many years, comrades, since we were boys in blue; > Since we Were stripling soldiers, and, yet, were veterans, too. Now day by day our ranks grow thin, our numbers smaller grow, As we march adown life's highway with footsteps weak and slow. Our records in life’s busy marts, or legislative ball, May be kOked up to, more or less, by circles large or small; . But what are Civic honors, party leadership, or praise, , When measured by the glories of our old “Potomac” days, Whqn streams ran red past fields where dead in ghastly winrows lay, Where men in blue, and men in gray, fought hand to hand in deadly fray; With shattered ranks, and tattered flags, , they “held the fort” or lost the day, Till Appomattox marked the end for the ragged regiments in gray. Yet, though in deadly fray we met, on bloody fields, to gain our ends, When night enwrapped the camp about, between the lines we met as friends; ' We called them “Johnnies,” they called us “Yanks,” we smoked, and joked, and traded, too. We didn’t hate you, Johnnie Reb, nor did you hate the “boys in blue.” But calms succeed the wintry blasts, and j sunshine follows summer showers, The battle’s raging fury spent leaves days of rest and idle hours; And, like a boy set free from school, who, full of mischief, romps and plays, We sought relief from serious things in harmless pranks and boyish ways. We took our appetites along when we marched ’gainst Bobby Lee, We ate “salt horse,” and hard-tack, and drank commissary “B.” We got away with hoe cakes and the “nigger mammy’s” pies; But .“desecrated” vegetables we aiways jf did despise. And, say, do you remember, boys, how we charged‘and overcame Bushwhacking, ducks, and turkeys, rebel pigs, and “sidh like” game, And the geese who hissed insultingly at ' passing boys in blue, When we marched in “old Virginny?” Well, we gobbled them up, too. And how we marched, mile after mile— We called it “pulling mud” — And next day “hoofed it” back again, “cross creeks” a raging flood. Lord! bow we tore about and cussed, in language that was queer, About (he old man’s orders, if he was a brigadier. Then, when we’d got our “pup-tents” up and turned in from the rain, Some darn’d “windjammer” ’d beat his drum and out we’d crawl again; ’Cause some “fishback recruity,” out on the' picket line, ’ * “Jest” blazed away at some old male without the countersign. • Ah me! how thick the memories come of. war-time days so long ago, When o’er Virginny’s hills nad plains we marched against a gallant foe. My eyes, wisi moisture growing dim, see shadowy forms in faded blue, A phantom troop of gallant friends, God test tifeir souls, old comrades true. The shadows on life’s dial are lengthening for us all, And how we hear, not far away, our sunset bugle call, And just beyond the headlands there Is ' rest for you and me, wfiere comrades- gone before stand guard round Fort Eternity. —Chicago Inter Ocean. / At the Old Stand. During a -foraging expedition. In connection with Sherman’s mafflP to the sea a captain in charge of a company of soldiers, marching through the woods some distance away from the main body of the army, in rounding a sharp curve In the road came suddenly upon a house almost covered with foliage. In front of the house was a woman picking up chips. Her back was toward the (soldiers and she had not noticed their approach. The captain motioned to his men to halt, and tip-toeing up to the side of the woman he put his arm around her waist and kissed her. Stepping back ft pace or two he waited for the bitter denunciation he was sure would come. The woman, however, straightened herself up, looked .at the officer a moment and then said slowly: “Captain, you’ll find me right here every morning a-picking up chips.”— Detroit Free Press. The women of Obadjona wear ornaments on the upper lip, which is enlarged by inserting small pieces of wood or stone until the Up protrudes sufficiently. In 1907 New Zealand exported 171,884,880 pounds of wool, valued at $38,316,600. People either have too much or not enough to da ■ ‘ ( 1

1 r —\oTti 1

1 A Bad Blunder 1 . t “Fanny has given notice.” » “Why?” • “She says you spoke in a brutal man- < • tier to her on the telephone yesterday.” I t “Yesterday? I thought I was speak- ! Ing to you.”-—Meggendorfer Blaetter. < At the theater. ( “Ladies will please remove their hats,” announced the usher. I The ladles looked glum. , “Free derrick in the foyer, ladles,” > I he continued pleasantly.—Washington Herald. i No Satisfying Him. “Ah!” he sighed, “if you only gave me the least hope I—” ' ( > “Gracious!’! interrupted the hard- 1 hearted belle!; “I've been giving you . the least I ever gave to any man.” — ( Philadelphia Press. Nice Little Dick.

/Tn 1

“We had to have little Dick’s pretty golden curls cut off.” “That was too bad.” ( “Yes, > couldn’t stand the bad lan- . guage he used when I combed the tangles out.” No One Else Would. Cholly Chumplelgh—lf I could find a wpman exactly like myself in every 1 respect I might marry her. Miss Coldeal—How good of you! That would be a kindness of which no other man. in the world, perhaps, eould be capable. < A Reflection on Her Age. Miss is my portraß ( Just arrived from Paris. I sat for'lt . when I was sixteen. Old Criticus—Ah. how divinely those old milsteYs did paint! Miss Passee (indignantly)—Sir! Not Always Sure. Korson—So you v6n a stationery 1 store in Kansas, ehy Hillton—Well, it j tolerably stationary except during |he cyclone season. Bright Boy. Teacher—Give me an example of a paradox. Boy—Piers 41 and 42. Teacher—-How so? Boy—Wejl; they’re a pair of docks, aren’t tbej’? The Difference. Helen—Would you call Miss Passee an old maid? Marie —Well, I might over a tela phone if I were real mad; but certainly not to her face. i No Grounds for Suspicion. ~ Mrs. Jones—You seem to have implicit confidence in-your husband. Mrs. Smith—Of course I have. He never turns pale when I tell him he talked In his sleep. ——■ —: ' ■ 1 Not on the Free List. “The trusts,” remarked the socialistIc boarder, “give me a pain.” “I understand,”’ rejoined the Cheerful Idiot, “that the window-glass trust charges for Its panes.” ——— l Economical Weather. ZRybolt—What do you call good I father, anyway? < Tightwad—The kind that makes a man’s wife prefer her own- home to a trip dowhtoxyn. ! j

One Word More.

“Did you hear about the defacement of Skinner’s tombstone?” “No, What was It?” i i "“Someone added the word ‘friends’ ■ to the epitaph.” “What was the epitaph?” “ ‘He did his best.’ ” • < Naturally Followed. Kindergarten Teacher —What happened when the woman killed the goose 1 that laid the golden egg? i Bobby Herdso — The goose was , cooked. 1 Wlae Father. Molly—When you spoke to father, 1 did you tell him you had SSOO in the bank? George—Yes. < Molly—And what did he say? j George—He borrowed it —Sketchy Bits. ( ’ The Brute. Mrs. Mooney (for the one hundred tnd eleventh time)—What would you do, darling, if I should die? Mooney—Oh, bury you, J suppose. ( Undiacouraared. 1 Fitz William—lt’s no good stopping 1 at this house; look at that homely < IJjaby! Dusty Rhodes—Hold your base till 1 / I tell the mother how pretty it Is. 1

Matter of Reciprocity. Hyker—Why did you give up smok« ing? Pyker—ln order to marry a rich wldpw. Hyker—l fail to see the connection. Pyker—She refused to give up her weeds unless I would give up mine. The Guilty Party. Tomdix—l suppose you witnessed Green’s marriage to the widow as an Innocent bystander, eh? Hojax—Hardly that. I 'introduced Green to the widow last fall.. Natural Deductlon.Deacon White—Our new pastor must be a vegetarian. Deacon Brown —Why do you think so? •Deacon White—There doesn’t seem to be any meat in his sermons. The Beat of It. Little Willie—Say, pa, What. is the difference between genius and insanity? " Pa —The lunatic, my son, is at least sure of his board and clothes. - 1 Against the Law. “Why do you deliver your wedding invitations instead of sending them , through the mall?” -“Don’t you know you can’t send lottery tickets by mall?” Reassured. European Father (consolingly to his daughter Ernestine) —Do not weep, me child. You will not have to marry the dissolute count. Leave yopr tears for the poor American heires? who gets Rap for Mrs. De Shine. “I should think Mrs. de Shine would find it awkward to wear so many rings.” “Oh, no. She doesn’t wash her hands very often.” He Did. “I suppose you feel relieved, now that the last of your six daughters has married?” > “Relieved? Moro than that. Broke!” Believed In Them. Miss Gotham —Do you believe in long engagements? Miss Detroit*—Oh, yes, indeed. How else is one ever to make a collection of all those lofely things which, men ’ never present to their wives? Resentment.

*** VI awS j/>7 Kr!

Barber—What will you have on your face, sir? Old Boy—Court plaster! • ——jrff —Hard Lines. Clubby —You look despondent What’s the matter? Bilkins—My suit was refused last night. Clubby—Why dbn’t you go to some other pawnbroker, then? ‘ / Committed. She —Rafter breaking the wishbone) —What did you wish? He— -I wished that you would let me kiss you. What did you wish? She~?-I wished that what yqu wished should come true. Not So Particular. First Leap-Year Girl—l’d propose if I could find a man I thought I could not live without!' Second Leap-Year Girl—Huh! I’d be satisfied with a man I thought I could live with. ’ A Trifling Difference. “Since your marriage to Mlss'Scadds have you been living at the old manse?” “Nope; at the old Indy’s; the old man is dead.” Took Her Seriously. “Did you know Charlie Cadd had entered a divorce suitj against his wife for non-support?” “What nonsense.” - “Fact; she made a remark before ' witnesses that she was more of a man than he was and he has taken advantage of it.” Knocking. Yeast —Did opportunity ever knock at your door? Crimsonbeak —I really don’t know. Any knocking I have heard about my .house I always supposed was being done by my wife!—Yonkers Statesman. Tolerance-. Wiggins—But don’t you believe in ' the modern athletic girl, Mrs. Homa spun? Old Mrs./ Homespun—Waal, as the gals hain’t got any housework or nothin’ to do nowadays, I reckon they’ve got to exercise some way or other! * Ityie Right Side. Mrs. Cloon—lt is indeed true that God tempers the wind, to the shorn lamb. Old Cloon. —Yep! Wh an a man’s wife ' elopes he /can" get a new one easier than he can hunt up the old one. B A Hot Crowd. t 1 The Rev. Mr. Longnecker (solemnly) —My young friend, do you realize that 1 every ninth man is a drunkard, every 1 seventh an opium fiend, every 1 fifth woman a victim of hysteria, and ! every fourth man a slave of tobacco? Young Swift---No, I wasn’t aware of it, but then I haven’t been training ( with the same, crowd you da - .. ■■■' i. -I s '

CZAR’S LITTLE SON. Lively RuxKlan Youngster Who la Constantly Guarded.. ' Despite early prophecies that he would grow up a sickly child or pos- j sfbly die before attaining manhood, the Czarowitz Alexis, son and heir to the 1 Czar of all the Russias, ’is to-day as j bright and hearty a little lad as could be found In any American household. | Hedged in though he is with court - ceremonial and constantly guarded i against possible kidnaping by Nihilists, ' Alexis manages to get as much fun out of life as the average boy 61! his age. He is never happier than when romping around the staid and sombre corridors In a game of tag with his sisters, and

the silent. guards stationed at. Regular and • frequent intervals fail' to attract his notice -at all, except yvfen one inadvertently stations himself in some favorite, corner of the baby prince. Alexis finds little enjoyment in the fepposedly favorite game of king’s sfe’s, playing at soldiers. He finds the tih men and tiny fortresses too tedious. He wants to romp with other children .and, if allowed his own way, would spend the day playing with boys In the garden, street, or ary where, as long as he could have fun, active fun, and lots of It. Alexis’ happiest moments are probably spent on his father’s yacht, where, free from danger of death at the hands of revolutionists,, he can romp with the loyal sailors at will. PUSS TO THE RESCUE. Brought a Rabbit to Hungry Philadelphia Cave Dwellers. When the first settlers came to Philadelphia, of course there were no houses ready for them, says Sei in- the Cat so a good many of the men dug small caves in fee bank of the Diver. They would dig several feet into the bank, ttfen biiild walls of sqdjih.front of the little eaves. They roof by laying'branches of trees covering these B w;ith rushes from the river and putting pieces of sod on the rtishes. The chimney was made of stones plastered with clay. These caves were used only until the men had time to cut timber and build the houses they wished. One of the old families of Philadelphia owns a quaint silver tureen on which Is engraved a cat seizing a rabbit. In the early days at Philadelphia Elizabeth Hard was living with her husband in one of these dug-out caves while he was building their house. The work went very slowly, and Elizabeth often helped her husband. She brought the water to make the mortar for the chimney, and even helped at one end of the saw. One day she was very tired, for she had helped all the morning. Her husband told her to rest a while and then think about dinner. Mrs. Hard walked sadly away. The food was nearly gone. Only, a few biscuits and a little cheese were left. Just then she saw her cat coming toward her with a large rabbit in its mouth. Mrs. Hdrd cooked the rabbit and had a nice dinner ready for Mr. tHard when he came for his noon rest. So kitty helped, although did not know it. in Miniature. Ap English paper has an account of a tiny boat made by an Italian and formed of a single pearl. Its sail is of beaten gold,-studded with diamonds, and its headlight, carried at the prow, is a perfect ruby. An serves as the rudder, and its stand is a slab of ivory. It weighs less than half an ounce and its price is said to be $5,000. The Italians are adepts at minute work, for there are artists in Florence who will take particles of stone and glass no larger than a mustard seed and piece them together on the head of a shirt stud with such nice adjustment bf delicate shades of color that flowers and Insects are represented in perfect detail, with all the truthfulness of nature. >, We have an Idea that the women pay a good of attention to the hats worn by /he milliners.

i IKW

More proof that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg-etableCompouind s aves I woman from surgical operations. I Mrs. S. A. Williams, of Gardiner, • Maine, writes: ! “ I was a great sufferer from female ( troubles, and Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege- | table Compound restored me to health : in three months, after my physician declared that an operation was abso- : lutely necessary.” Mrs. Alvina Sperling, of 154 Qey!boume Ave.,,Chicago, 111., writes: “I suffered from female troubles, a tumo? and much Two of the best doctors in Chicago decided s that an operation was accessary to save . my life. Lydia E. Pinkpam’s. Vegetable Compound entirely cured me without an operatioii.” i ' FACTS FOR SICiK WOMEN. For thirty years Lydia. E. Pinki ham’s Vegetable Compound, made I from roots and herb's, has teen the ' standard remedy for female ills, and has positively cured thousands of women who have .been troubled with displacements, inflammation., ulceration, fibroid irregiil4rities, ; periodic pains, baokiche, that bear-ing-down feeling, flatulency, indiges- ; tion,dizziness,or nervous prostration. : Why don’t you try it ? 1 Mrs. Pinkham invites all sick ; women to write her for advice* She has guided thousands to j health. Address, Lynn, '•~ i * INatnral Pres'nmptioiii For ..the fifth or sixth time within a ’ period 'hf a year and a 'half Farmer Highsnoggle strode into the presence of the r railway claim agent. ; • i “Well, whaj is it this time, Mr. Ilighsnoggle*' asked the agent. “One of owr trains has run over Another heifer -of 1 yours, I presume-—add the heifer/ of course, .was a Jersey.:” , I “No,” growled the farmer, “It ain't a • heifer this time. One! o’ you r injines hit a spring wagon o’ mine t’other day. Didn’t hurt the wagon much, but it knocked a fiddle off tEe sate an’ broke it J all to smash.” . i' • | “I am very sorry,- Mr. H ghsrioggle, but we cgn’t afford to!pay you s7,soo'for ' smashing that fiddle.” j | “Who’S askin’ you to pay j “Why, it was a gemine Stradivarius, I wasn’t it?” —-Chicago jjribune. If Ytfnr Eyes - Bother You ; get a box of PETTIT’S EYE SALVE, old reliable, most- successful eye remedy made. All druggists! or Howard Bros., Buffalo, N. Y. He Would.; Indeed. “What’s this wordy pa?” asked Willie, pointing it out in his book. “ ‘Phenomenon,’ ” replied pa. “Well, what “That, my son, is 'what yoj would be if you never disturbed your father with question^—Philadelphia I’.’ess. The everlasting project to construct a lighthouse on the Diamond shoals, ofi Cape Hatteras, is d’dad for the present, ' Capt. Eels of Bostorj, who was the last one to undertake thiifc task, Las done nc work on the site, and the time limit has expired, Mrs. Winslow’s 'Soothing- Syrup tor Children teething; [softens the gums, reduces inflammatioili, allays pain, cures wind colic. 25 centjs a bottle. No Prize ■feth This. There was a fair map In Skowhegan, z Who married a mar! from Puyallup. They quarreled a!t Peekskill, He.left her at Veirplamck. And he’s somewhere now in Coatzacoalcos. - “Crematjon is goojd,” wrote the little girl in tne examination, “oecause the' person only Win a swoon, and if he is burned, he cannot recover.” Fl o st. Vitus' Dance and all Nervous Diseases | I o Permanency Cwredl by Dr. Kline s Great Ntfrve Restorer. Send ftr Fre-’* s‘4 trial bottle and treatise.. DK. R. 11. KLIAE* ,Ld.. 9i;l Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pa Saluting tlie The custom of taking off the hat by way of salutation to a fok when you are not hunting him is probably merely a variation of an ict Qf courtesy exchanged between men in more warlike days than ( these. The Invaluable Brtwer tells us that taking off :he he.t is a relic of the ancient custom of taking off the helinet wheff no danger is nigh. “A man takes off his.hat ts show that he dares to stand unarmed in your presence.” The naval salute cf discharging guns orijtnaUfc' implied that as no danger ■ existed nb guns would be required, and the military fashion of presenting arms is said to be tantamount to offering tp give them up. The fox that is surprise! by pheasant shooters may not make his retreat loss expeditiously because the shooters doff their hats to him, but this is how the arose.---Manchester Guardian.

wOQKEmI Tinn'l fflurffj Zn&umi ■ I ■