The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 7, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 16 June 1910 — Page 2

Syracuse Journal SYRACUSE, - - IND. -Z - • , , Luck is a friend of the hustler. ■' Spelling reformers continue to take Amplified spelling seriously. George V gets up at 7 a. m. Almost liny man would do this for three million a year. Sir Ernest Shackleton knows how to boom the South Pole. He reports ligns of gold there. The new style of paper currency is i jut to better advantage for such as hoard it away in stockings. There will always be enough good men out of jail to look after the banking business of the country. Three years in prison is the punishment given a man who stole a ham. He should have a cell in bankers’ i row. The Stars and Stripes ‘ have been planted on top of Mount McKinley, marking the spot which Dr. Cook failed to reach. A St. Louis writer of great originality referred to Mr. Carnegie as “the Canny Scot,” and the printer set it “the Candy. Scot.” - j A postmastership at Wheatfield, Pa., A ,fcwaits the patriot who loves his country better than he loves steak and chops. The job pays 18 cents 1 : a ■flay. Mr. Burbank is said to have produced a chestnut tree that from? a mere bush ten feet high produces chestnuts the year round. Ring the bell! *■ ! “Anthracite is a luxury,” says the »Philadelphia Press. It is more than that. Mr. Baer has made it practically impossible for a good mahy people. . —: v % ' Officials are trying to- compel peo--1 pie who sell strawberries to quit pitting the bottom of the box up near . the middle. Life is becoming more and more burdensome for , those who •, desire to graft. The man who finds a substitute for ■rubber will confer a benefit on the i world and make himself rich. The I present extraordinary demand for rubber has sent the price up from 84 .cents to $2.60- a pound in two years. Naval vessels soon become obsolete in these times. The torpedo boat Winslow, only twelve years old, upon which Ensign Bagley was killed in 11898 —the first American officer to Ipse ' his life in the war with Spain—is to be struck from the active list, arid J wifi soon go to the. junk- heap. A New York paper manufacturer says that his company gets old rope from all parts of the world, and that 80,000 tons of it were mhnufactured • Into paper in this country last year. This will surprise those who had » thought that the only use for old rope was in making campaign cigars. Under certain circumstances a woman may legally consume her husband’s leg in the kitchen fire. So a Pennsylvania judge decided the other day. It should be understood, however, that the leg was a wooden one, and that the woman burned it to prevent her husband from going to a saloon. There is now ’judicial warrant for ■ a man changing his name whenever he desires, provide,d he has no criminal intent. The New York Court of : Appeals cites in justification of its decision the well, known fact that the men known as. Voltaire, Moliere, Dante, Richelieu, Loyola, Erasmus and Linnaeus were not born to those names, but assumed them at their pleasure. When women change their names—and they have judicial as well as religious warrant for the custom — it is at their pleasure, as well as at the pleasure of the man who gives his name to them. If it is a commonplace that kings sleep uneasy o’ nights, it is no less trite, though true, that the days of some monarchs are not all cakes and ale, even when they are young. The new English l king, while not young, did not expect to be called to the throne for many years to come, and if report is true he dreaded partieslarly the duties of kingship. He is said to be shy and to have a dislike for public appearances. And, like his fellow monarch at Rome, he is never so Interested as - when immersed in his collection of postage stamps. Then there is young Alfonso of Spain. He Is not much older than the average College senior. Had he his way he would spend the time rushing about the kingdom in his motor car or cruising about the coast in his yacht. But Instead of being allowed 'to sweep about on an aeroplane, he has to stay down to the dull, level of the earth and puzzle his brain with intricacies of state questions and court etiquette. Nor is Manuel of Portugal any better ©ff. This -young stripling, about bld enough for aafreshman, is passionately foiid of the piano and falconry. But instealpf being free to play the nocturnes Chopin or to set his falcons in flight, he is as much a prisoner as they were when chained to his wrist, and, try as he may, he cannot •ttn darn tan d the stupid figures of the budget which his ministersrlay before

him. So being a king when you are young is not all it might be. This year will be marked by a revision of the American Pharmacopoeia, which is made onee in ten years. The occasion is, therefore, of peculiar importance to those w’ho are. interested in raising the standard of purity of drugs. The Pharmacopceia is a bulky volume containing a list and specifications of all the drugs in ordinary use. »It is the joint work of a committee of the American Medical Association, a committee of the American Pharmaceutical Association and the medical boards of the army and navy. Since the has never established any official standard of its own for measuring the purity of drugs, the Pharmacopceia has been adopted as the only available authority, and such legislation as has been secured has been based upon the specifications there laid down. Some of these specifications—as, for example, that of sodium chlorid, or common salt —are so high as to be commercially almost impossible. . Others are so worded as to permit serious adulterations by the trade. Certain members of the American Medical Association have recommended the preparation of a restricted list, consisting of abouij three hundred drugs in common use and approved by the majority of medical practitioners; and that all other particles commonly carried in the medical stock of a pharmacist, and not of a proprietary nature, be included in ’a separate volume or department of the Pharmacopceia. The effect of this plan would be greatly to extend the number of articles for which a standard of purity is established, and at the same time not to any special ist of drugs shrdlu oin restrict the practising physician to any special list of drugs. “A bill has been introduced” in Congress—unhappily that means little or nothing—so to amend the Pure Food and Drugs Act of June 30, 1906, as to prevent the sale of many preparations now on the market. The pfesent law, so far as it refers to drugs, does little more than lay down rules for labeling; and even they are lax. For anybody to appreciate advice he always has to, pay more for it than it’s worth. The worst of getting out of trouble is there’s so much more to get right into again. Even a crazy man would have more sense than to read the novels women like. A woman never goes to a railroad ticket window without hoping it might happen to be the day for bargain sales. The reason a man wants to pay . more for his cigars than he can afford is so he can say he paid still f more for them. ■, The Tibetan Explanation. Everyone has heard of the Chinese myth explaining an eclipse, and the enormous dragon that stalks through the sky seeking to devour the sun; but the Tibetan legend is a little different, and yery imeresting as described by Svfen Hedin in his “TransHimalaya.” After describing the eclipse, and the terror and depression with which it was received, he says: Then I visited Hlaje Tsering with the corner pillars of my caravan. He sat at his lacquered table, drinking tea, and had his long Chinese pipe in his mouth. “Why is it that it has just been so dark?” I asked him. “The gods of the Dangrayum-tso are angry, because you will not allow me to visit their lake.” - “No, certainly not. A big dogTqams about the sky and often conceals the sun. But I and the lama Lobsang have prayed all the time before the altar, and have burned joss-sticks before the images of the gods. You have' nothing to fear; the dog has passed' on.” ‘‘Very fine!” I cried, and made a desperate attempt to explain the phenomenon. Robert held up his saucer to represent the sun, and I took two rupees to represent the earth and moon crossing each other’s orbit. Hlaje Tsering listened attentively to Muhamed Isa’s translation of my demonstration, nodded approvingly and finally expressed his opinion that this .might ,do very well for us, but that it did not suit Tibet. Sounded Queer. “All right behind there?” called the conductor from the front of the car. “Hold on!” cried a shrill voice. “Wait till I get my clothes on!” The passengers craned their necks expectantly. A small boy was struggling to get a basket of laundry aboard. J ; ■: His Object. Wigwag —What, roses! Don’t you know a girl never marries the fellow who sends her flowers? Oldbach —Sure,- I’ do. That’s why 1 always try to keep on the safe side.— Philadelphia Record. Calls Off the Boy. Mother’s Voice from Next Room— Willie, come here! You must nevei listen to your father shaving.—Life. A girl is sorry if she can’t marry the man of her choice —and sometimei she is sorry if she does.

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HE girl behind the soda fountain has come into her own. If it’s a representative of the other sex who juggles with the fizzy , water, he’s a sovereign and a white jacket and apron are his robes of state. For soda water has reached one of the very highest notches alongside wheat and automobiles

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and hash and beer in the scale of life’s necessities. This is true all over the broad land from New York as far west as Reno, Nev., or even farther west to Osekuewe, Cal. Ice cream soda has been placed upon a marble pedestal and we are all bowed down in worship—old men, co-eds, stereotypers, summery girls, middle-aged ladies and David Belasco. Every day, summer and winter, we shove our nickel over the slab and murmur humbly that a destiny would be unfulfilled unless we had a “raspberry phosphate” or a “pistachio royal sundae,” with green trimmings. And all this means things in cold, comparative figures that stick in your brain and make you think of economy and the increased price of living, the poor children starving in the slums and other disturbing things when you’re going to turn into the corner drug or fruit store for one of them banana frappes, the very latest thing for 15 cents. But here’s what the figures show’: That ten billions of nickels are spent every year at soda fountains in this, country, and as there are only a billion nickels in circulation, it is plain to be seen that eaejp one of them would have to make ten trips to the soda fountain if only nickels were used. That the nation’s expenditure for soda water and carbonated drinks this year is estimated at $500,000,000. It makes it all the more appalling w’hen you think that that is half a billion dol-

ALLOWANCE FOR THE LIVING. -1 Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side? Is there no baseness we would hide j No inner vileness that we dread? Shall he for whose applause I strove, I had such reverence for his blame, See -wIlSi clear eyes some hidden shame And I be lessened in his love? i I wrong the grave with fears untrue; 1 Shall love be blamed for want of 1 faith? ' There must be wisdom with great Death: ■ The dead shall look me through and through. ’' ’ , Be near us when we climb or fall: Ye watch, like God, the rolling hours ■ With larger other eyes than ours, To make allowance for us all. —Tennyson. — i IH IIENOID < ________________________________ r And, Luke, where do you expect all this to end?” “End? I hope it never will end. I don’t see why it should.” Folding up a little pink note Luke Clark put on his hat and went to visit 1 some of his patients. “How little men know the hearts of women!” his sister ejaculated as ' Luke left the room. In a luxurious house in one of the fashionable residence districts of Philadelphia a dainty creature was reclining with a novel in her hands ■ when a servant brought in a card. This was six months after Luke had taken up his residence in Walton. “Say I will be down in a moment,” the girl told the maid. When the door closed <fhe jumped to her feet, went to the mirror and I stood admiring herself before going , down. In the drawing room stood j. young man with a fine head and clear cut features. Hearing the rustle 4>f silks on the stairs, he turned and caught : her hands held out to greet hiih. After a short conversation in which he told her how.much pleasure her ’ letters had given him since taking up i his residence out of the world, he. burst forth in expressions of love. He

lars, which would buy fifty-five Dreadnoughts, and is three times the value of the yearly output of automobiles and would pay the debts of all the American churches four times over and would defray the university expenses of half a million students and is more than double the combined yearly cost of the army and navy. Wow! The amount of soda water consumed yearly is estimated at 479,062,500 gallons, which is dispensed from 120.000 fountains. The average price of a fountain is $2,000, so you get a total investment of $240,000,000. And in these days the sofia fountain is busy summer and w’inter. From year’s end to year’s end the hiss and jingle of the soda fountain in Uncle Sam’s domain never ceases. The time was when for half the year the fountain was about as idle as the straw hat and the parasol. Public fancy, has changed all that, and now the dispenser of fizzing sweetness works nearly as hard in January as in the dog days. Not that he hands out hot drinks only in blizzard temperature; far from it.\ Soda fountain drinks tickle the palates of the countless numbers the year round, and thus it happens that the disher —the handy little tool, that soda fountain attendants have for scooping up the cream—never gets a vacation. : ? Besides the direct profits,’ the soda fountains brifig into the drug stores people w’ho buy medicines, soap, perfumery, toilet articles, etc. The cost of the fountain itself is far from representing the entire outlay. While in a small establishment the druggist finds it economical to buy his soda and cream, in a large one he makes it himself, and therefore buys carbonators, freezers, syrup percolators and other apparatus. Minor accessories, too, must be provided.

told of his poor prospects in Walton and-asked her if she thought she could share them with him. “I would not go,” was the startled reply. Luke drew back, hurt, stunned, unbelieving. Edith Lowrie remained fixed in her resolve. Her eyes were wide open and her figure w r as erect. She vratched her lover as he flung himself iAto a chair and shaded his eyes with his hands. She glided to his side, sat on. the arm of his chair and even smoothed his hair with her jeweled fingers. If he felt her caresses he did not respond or even move. “My dear, dear friend,” she began. “What would you do with me? It is your ideal that you love, not me. You would soon find that out and then —” • Her hands fell among the folds of her dress. She crumpled the silk between her fingers as she spoke. “These silks, this lace, these jewels, the pictures, books, the soft carpet beneath my feet, all are simple necessities to me. They are not objects of my love, but part of my daily life. Without them I would not be what I am, nor what you think I am. Think of me at Walton in an old calico dress, bungling over my work. Your sister would be a very queen beside me, and she as well as you would despise me for my ignorance.” • With a strong effort he drew himself from the girl’s embrace and went from the room as one in a' dream. He said no word of farewell and she made no effort to detain him. i\s he passed from the house Edith went t<y the window and vratched his retreating figure. “Is there no such thing as friendship?” she asked herself aloud. A dark, dreary day in November seven years later the vines on the young physician’s home in Walton were dead and covered with snow. The ground was white and flakes filtered through the air. Luke Clark ’ was dying. From hard work the people of the little village said. A pale little woman, almost a child in appearance, dressed in deep mourning, made her way through the house, much to the alarm of the one servant. She insisted on seeing the patient and would not be satisfied until Dr. Clark’s sister came to see the strange visitor. With the sister’s consent the little black figure hurried to the sick chamber. She threw herself on her knees beside the bed, her hands, bereft of rings, clasped the hand of the dying man, involuntarily he opened his eyes. A faint smile crossed his face.

4 “Luke, do you know me?” Edith asked. “Os course I do,-” he answered feebly, “though there is a great change in both of us.” “Have you forgiven me?” she asked with a sob. “Long ago,” he whispered. “Hj|ye you forgiven yourself?” “Never!” “Then do so for my sake. God bless you, Edith, darling, good-by.” And then it was all over. —Kansas City World. ’ WHITE WAY ON THE FARM. With Only Five Families a Missouri Village Has Klectric Lights. Yarrow is probably the smallest village in Missouri that has an electric light plant, a Kirksville (Mo.) correspondent of the Kansas City Star says. The population of Yarrow consists of the families of a groceryman, a blacksmith, a miller and two retired farmers. Each family has its home brilliantly lighted by electricity. The electric light plant is owned and. operated by Michael Webber, who has for twenty years or more run. an old-fashioned water mill at Yarrow. Mr. Webber is an inventive man and recently he conceived the idea of attaching his water machinery to a ten-horse-power dynamo and making electricity for himself and neighbors. A dynamo was installed at a noininal cost and for the' first time in the history of the village of Yarrow electric lights were turned on recently. Mr. Webber says he expects to put in a larget dynamo and to light the entire southwest corner of Adair county. He says further that the Chariton river as a source of water power should be developed, as it has great possibilities for Kirksville and other towns near the stream, He is interested in a project to put a SIOO,OOO dam across the Chariton west of ‘ Kirksville and to install a modern power plant. The dam that now furnishes power for his' mill is only seven feet high and was built in 1849. For years it furnished the power for an old-fash-ioned under shot water wheel, but more recently he has installed two wheels of comparatively late pattern which now give him approximately seventy-five horse-power, which is sufficient for grinding corn and buckwheat and running the dynamo for his light plant A lot of valuable time is wasted on explanations and apologies.

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Adolph Streider, age twenty-eight# foreman of the construction departs ment of the Indiana Machine Works in Fort Wayne, dropped dead of apoplexy while at work. He was the son of a prominent Lutheran educator, now retired Henry L. Eaton, a well known farmer and the father gs, twelve children, committed suicide by hanging himself i in a barn on his place west of Bloomington. The body was found by a little daughter, Margaret. Worry over financial affairs caused the suicide. One night last week Mrs. John Jacoby,of Connersville, awoke at midnight, jmpressed'.that he son Jesse had met some accident. She was unable to sleep during the rest of the night. Early in the morning she received news that her son had been killed by a freight.train near Cambridge City. Lieujtenant Theodore Kittinger, son of Attorney W. A. Kittinger, of Anderson, and Miss Mary Smith, daughter of a pension attorney in Washington, D. C., wifi be married, there soo.n. The bridegroom has been stationed in Washington three out of the ten years he has: served in the navy, and will go to sea again in October. Miss Minnie Hawkins,, age seventeen, df Bedford, who was accidentally shot by her sister, Mrs. Grace Meadows, two weeks ago, is dead of her wounds. Mrs. Meadows pointed a shotgun at her infant in the arms of Miss HaXvkins and playfully pulled the trigger. The shot struck the young woman in the thigh. Mrs. Meadows said she didn’t know the gun was loaded. When the -Rev. Z. T. Sweeney, state fish and game commissioner, visited Fort Wayne recently the fact leaked out that Mr. Sweeney, who tendered his resignation tp Governor Marshall some weeks ago,?has reconsidered the matter and has agreed to retain.his position Until* January 1. It is said that in all probability an effort will be made jto have the next legislature inthe salary of the position. Governor Marshall was in Kokomo the other day to deliver an address ate the laying of the < cornerstone of the new Y; M. C. A. building. The Governor is being swamped with invitations to make speeches all over the state. Dozens °f places have invited him to speak on the Fourth of July. Besides, the open season for the old settlers' reuniops is about due to oped, . and, many of them are. after the Governor. Whije standing in the floor of wet sand in the shop of the Muncie Foundry and Machine Company, in Muncie, John fearquaharson, age twenty-eight, a molcjler, turned on an electric light, and whs shocked to death. It is supposed- 'that the electric light wire had become crossed with a high tension wire. : The electricity entered the little finger of the right hand and, passing through the body, apparently came out thb great toe of the left foot. Several workmen say the accident. Sarquaharson leaves a young bride? Charles Allison,’’of Nashville, relates a peculiar experience with a snake and an oWI. He was walking along the creek 'carrying his gun, when he noticed a large owl sitting ip an old dead • tree. ;He shot three times and says he knew be hit the bird each time, as it , would' drop its wings when he discharged the gun. On going closer to the tree he found why the owl did not fall. A large blacksnake had wound around the bird, and had head hanging down the tree? He shot the snake; then the owl and reptile both fell in|to the 'water. Mayor Zimmerman’s promise to veto a “sane Fourth of July” ordinance, if, j in his opinion, if curtailed the freedom | of the boys on that day was fulfilled, j the mpyor anouncing his purpose at a j meeting of the Richmond council. The | council promptly passed the ordinance over she mayor’s veto. The ordinance puts cannon crackers, cannons, explosive canes and several other dangerous devices for making noises under the ban. Mayor Zimmerman said he saw no real reason for passing such an ordinance, as it did not eliminate many of the. forms of fireworks that do injury. Mrs. Zelpha Feaster, wife of Charles Feaster, of Lafayette, was burned to deathiby the explosion of an incubator lamp iat Eldon, Mo., where sh’e wqs visiting her mother. Mrs. Feaster was formetfy Miss Zelpha Walters, a popular telephone operator of and was married about two years ago. She left here last week to visit her mother. Mrs. Feaster’s mother was engagted in the chicken business and the daughter went into an incubator to examine the lamp with which the, eggs were kept heated. Without warning ; the laimp exploded and the woman be- ; came in flames, her burns : causing death a few hours later. She , was bnly nineteen; and besides the , husband is survived by a baby. In brder that he might work up to the required weight to join the navy j John Hays, aged twenty-six years, of j Mt. Vernon, drank a gallon of water ] and wias acepted by the Evansville re- ( eruitiig station. < Rayimond, the three-year-old son of Bode Davis, of near Alquina, ate - three ’strychnine tablets and died an - hour afterward. The tablets were in a ] draweir of the sewing machine and the ] child jgot them secrbtly, thinking they i were candy. j <

Casper Jones, of Williamstown, recenlty brought to Greensburg the charqpion comet egg. The yolk was large!, and perfectly formed, but the white part that should have surrounded the yolk took the form of a tail and extended from the yolk fdr a length of six inches. f While building a toy telephone line at his home, Paul, the twelve-year-old son of Charles N. Neff, business manager of the Anderson Herald, fell from a cherry tree, alighting on his hands and breaking both wrists. The bov was in such pain that it was necesssr® to give chloroform to him before talking him into the house. The Grehfield public library is in receipt?of an autograph copy of the, Greenfield edition of Rpey’s poems, in one volume, inclosed in an, attractive case; a present from the author. Mr. Riley has presented numerous volume® of different character to the institution, but always with the stipulation* that there be no publicity ma’de of the matijer. No-person in Greenfield did more and.pei-haps not so much toward establishing the library there several years ago as did James Whitcomb Riley, and he has never lost interest in the institution that ‘ recently recently received $12,000 from Andrew Carnegie for a new building. n Riley Mcßride, an Old soldier, who from his window, at .427 East Ohio street, Indianapolis, while sleeping, .several nights ago, died at.'.the city hospital the result of his injuries. Mcßride was sixty-eight years old and he slerved through the war with an Illinois regiment. He cam’e to Indianapolis a few years ago’. He will be buried in the old soldiers’ plot at Crown Hill. Just how the accident happened is not known. It is thought, bowjaver, he got up in his sleep and stumbled from the window. His leg was broken in such a manner that ampjutation was necessary. Mcßride leavjes a son living at 901 East Georgia street. . The four-old-Son of Mr. and Mr§. Wesley Milligan, of Portland, was the victim of a thief last week. The man relied an the child’s credulity to rob it of but three cents. A nickel was given the little boy. by his grandmother, and later he started to a nearby grocery to spend it. On the way the child proudly showed e the coin to a number of people, including the stranger. The man told the child that he 'would him two coins for the one. Believing he "was obtaining a good trade, the little boy gave up the money. He returned to tell his mother of his supposed’ good trade, when the deception was discovered. The man had made his escape. “Rat-Killing Day” was observed throughout Gibson County recently, and Ward Mitchell, twenty-two, living west of there, is in a serious condition. Mitchell was standing on a pile of boards w-hen a rat ran under his feet. Two dpgs jumped at it from opposite directions and collided between Mitchell’s legs. In the melee he was thrown on his back and the scrambling of the dogs jarred a heavy timber down on him. .He Ausfained a fractured arm, while a rusty spike tore a deep hole in his back and one of the dogs« accidentally bit his hand. The rat in the meantime got away. Thou’sands of rats, mostly in the farnt districts, were killed, and many rat harbors were torn out and cleaned'up. Frank Bennett, a farmer, wrio lives a short distancewest of Columbus, is relating an experience with a rat that causes him to shiver whenever’he tells the story. He was doing some work near his barn yesterday - when a -big I'at approached him, and as he reached for a club the rat ran up his right trousers leg. The rat was a climber, and did not stop until it was perched midway between the man's shoulder blades, It kept dropping back every few seconds, but by constant scratching it held on« and endeavored to come out at the top of his shirt. Bennet grasped the rat as firmly as,he could and ran to the home of a neighbor fpr assistance, but the neighbor’s aid was not needed, as Bennett had choked the rat to death. . IHealth officers, the police and residents of Seymour, are alarmed for fear there is to be a prevalence of hydrophobia in that city. Eddie Hooper, thp seven-year-old son!of Mrs. George Canner, was bitten by a dog whbse head was sent to the State Board of Health for examination, arid which was reported to be affectqd with rabies. Another dog attacked George Meyer, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Meyer Recently, and it is believed that this animal was also suffering from hydrophobia. r The Hooper boy was taken to Indianapolis for treatment. The mayor has issued an order that all stray dogs shall be shot and that all owners shall provide muzzles for their dogs. The two mad dogs bit several otheiy animals in the city and it is feared that serious trouble may result. Richard Vise, aged seventy-one, living two miles west of Pittsboro, while milking a’ cow, suddenly fell dead. He leaves a widow, four sons and two daughters. The body will be taken to Glenns Valley, his old home, for burial. Etlhu Mills, of Cambridge City, \yho was a victim of a runaway accident a week ago, suffered the loss of a new buggy a few days ago when the same horse ran away. Mr. Mills was not in the buggy when the second aecidpnt occurred. « - , <