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HEN the Supreme court of the United with full membership provided no I wJsa/ I deaths occur during the vacation period I Tr’O' I P rov fded also that Associate JusI y v I tice William H. Moody has so far re__Ja covered his health that he can join States enters upon its fall term it will and esteem. Some one has said that iwW'xv Governor Hughes, while in the main a hi s colleagues on the bench. Im&rW Governor Charles E. Hughes of New , runvL York state will be welcomed to mem-. ✓' rfclN 'K. bership by the individual members of the court with full hearted pleasure conservative, is a man who believes that the laws should be interpreted in the spirit of 1910 rather than in the spirit of 1830. The criticism on the judgments rendered on occasion by the Supreme coiirt has been to the effect that seemingly some of the members live in the past, and that objection

has been made to allowing new lights to strike the “laws of the ancients.” The Supreme court of the United States is said to be the most dignified body in the World. It looks it, but it must not be taken for granted that these judges, from the veteran Chief Justice Fuller down to the youngest man on the bench, have not their times of relaxation when they give full vent to their sense

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w Os humor. Justice John M. Harlan, who is seven-ty-nine years old, has a rare humor and he likes to give it play. Justice Edward D. White of Louisiana, who has been pronounced by many of the leading lawyers of the

country to have a "judicial mind” not excelled In the United States, has hard work at times to keep from giving vent to his humorous conception of things as they appear in court. Such a proceeding would be dubbed undignified, and so Judge White manages to control his flow of wit ■when in court, but when the tribunal is not in session he gives his mood full play. J Judge Oliver Wendell Holmes, son of one of the most distinguished American scholars and one of its rarest humorists, has a great deal of the fun of his father in him, but self-confessedly he tries to hold its expression in check on many occasions because it might be said that he was trying to make Oliver Wendell Holmes the second appear as Oliver Wendell Holmes the first, and this the present justice modestly holds, to be impossible. Not long ago a lawyer went to the residence of one of the associate justices of the Supreme court, a married man and one who the lawyer thought was the staidest of the staid. The visitor had gone to see the justice to get some advice on behalf of a person who he know a family friend of the one of whom he was seeking ajdvisory help. It seems that the man’s wife had died, and .while the husband was a kindly disposed and toost excellent man generally, his father-in-law and mother-in-law Insisted on taking the children who had been left motherless. The widower did not want to fcart with his children and neither did he want to make a fight which would bring the children into public notice and Show that he had had a breach with his wife’s r lather and mother. 'I The lawyer who was calling on the justice said, “What would you do if your father-in-law and mother-in-law on your wife’s death tried to get your children away from you?’’ The answer came quick and sharp, “I’d tell them to go to the devil.” Now it happened that the justice’s wife was Bitting at his elbow and the lawyer at, this strong expression from the judicial minded one looked with trepidation at Mrs. Justice, expecting to gee her overcome with mortification at her husband’s outbreak. The visitor was relieved and glso somewhat surprised when Mrs. Justice said, *Td tel) them to go to the devil, too.” The household' court being thus unanimous, the lawyer went away and gave advice to his {client, and the presumption is that within a day jor two the father-in-law and mother-in-law went jfo the devil. The justices of the Supreme court put on their robes in a room which is across the main corridor of the capitol from the courtroom. In order to reach the bench they are obliged to cross the '{corridor and this they do in procession, the clerk [of the court leading the way like a pioneer and being followed by the chief justice and the associate justices in order of rank. , It is on the stroke of twelve, noon, that this procession takes up its way, and as it is known that noon is the hour for the court opening the corridor is always filled with people win want to fee the judges file by. Just before they appear

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ing proceeding and while it is dignified it s n es some people also as being awfully funny. Every Monday, as soon as court assembles, it is the custom to read decisions on cases w ic have been considered and on which the cour is to pass judgment. If the decision of a & rea case is expected the courtroom always is crowded and the members of the bar, newspaper men and others who have been present before on lie occasions, look anxiously to see which judge is to read the important decision. If any one of three or four justices is to read it there is a distinct sense of disappointment, because nobody except the reading judge is likely to hear the decision. In other words, some of the judges of the supreme court have such weak voices that not even the men closest to them can catch what they say and everybody must wait until the deci-» sion can be read before knowing what It means. This inability or perhaps lack of desire on the part of some of the justices to read out loud, is a great trial to the newspaper correspondents who are anxious to telegraph the news of the decision at the earliest moment possible. There are other troubles which beset the correspondents as well as those which come from the poor enunciation and the weak voices of some of the justices. Legal language is the hardest kind of language for the layman to understand, and the result is that when the decision is read the first part of occasionally makes it seem certain that one side has won the case, while the tail end of the decision may reverse everything and give the case to the other side. There was one striking instance of this in a great case which was decided three years ago. The city of Chicago was trying to effect changes in its street-car system. The street-car companies held that their franchise was good for 100 years and that the city could not oust them from any of their privileges under their franchise. The case went to the Supreme court and was of tremendous interest to all the cities In the United States. Moreover, the speculative interests of the country were awaiting the decision with the keenest anxiety and interest, for if it went one way it meant that certain stocks still would be of great value, and if it went the other way it means that they would be worth little. The decision was read In the Supreme court by a judge who had a good voice. . Everybody had made up his mind that if the Supreme court decided that the railroad companies had a hundred years’ franchise they had won the case and that the city had lost. This was regarded as th® crucial feature of the whole controversy. The newspaper correspondents from the great cities were in ■ attendance at the court when the deci ion was read and they were ready to dispatch messengers instantly to the telegraph office with a brief dispatch saying either “The companies win,” or “The city wins." This was all that was to be sent out at the first instance, for the situation was understood in every newspaper office in the country, apd a single tip as to which side won would be sufficient to release long stories of the railroad controversy, and other stories already written of what the victory meant

in the doorway of their robing room four attendants take up thejr places in the corridor and stretch across it two thick silken cords, thus making a passageway through which the procession moves. It is the most dignified looking proceeding possible and the justices look neither to the right nor the left, but conscious that there are scores of onlookers, each one h. » K 11 t K A U’ Q

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for the companies or for the city. In the very first part of the decision the statement was made that the Supreme court had decided that the companies had a franchise for 100 years. Instantly some of the correspondents sent dispatches, “The companies win.” Two or

three correspondents were held in their seats by a cautionary word from a veteran who had done long service in the Supreme court. He said, “Wait.” In a few minutes, as the reading went on, it became apparent that the court had decided that w’hlle the companies had a franchise for 100 years they had practically no rights under it. On the strength of the mistake which was made in sending out some of the first dispatches on that day stocks went up and then when the truth came out they tumbled so fast that they hurt their heads. When the justices led by the clerk and the chief justice enter the Supreme courtroom everybody stands. When the judges have taken their seats the court crier, after the manner of court criers since the time of the patriarchs, declares , that the high and honorable court is in session and that justice is to be dispensed. Just before taking their seats the justices bow to the assembled throng and the throng bows back. When the court i crier’s voice has died away everybody takes his • seat and the proceedings begin. The Supreme court sits in the old senate cham- ! her of the capitol. It is the room where Webster, Hayne, Clay, Calhoun and others fought their battles. The gallery is a tiny affair capable of seating only about thirty people and the wonder is how when Webster delivered his great oration in reply to Hayne there could have been present the great crowd of which history tells us. It was in the Supreme courtroom that the elec- ; toral commission which decided the Hayes-Tilden contest held its sessions. The fifteen members of that commission occupied the seats of the justices and it is said that during the progress of the hearing the little room was crowded literhlly to suffocation and that many people were overcome. It is an historic chamber and it is one of the places to which visitors to Washington bend their steps. In the membership of the Supreme coua-t there are two veterans pf the Union army and two veterans of the Confederate army. John Marshall Harlan, who is a Republican, raised the Tenth Kentucky infantry and served in Gen. George H. Thomas’ division. He rose to the rank of colonel and his name was before the senate for confirmation as a brigadier general at a time late in the war w’hen his father’s death compelled him for family reasons to retire from the service. Oliver Wendell Holmes of Boston graduated from Harvard college in 1861 and at once entered ■ the Union army. At the battle of Ball’s Bluff in : October, 1861, Holmes was shot through the breast and for a long time it was believed he could not possibly recover. He did recover, however, : and went back to the front, taking part in the j battle of Antietam, where he was shot through the < nedc, and again his life was despaired* of. Once more he recovered and went to the front, only to be wounded again at the battle of Fredericksburg. Justice Edward Douglass White was born in Louisiana and he served through the Civil war in the Confederate service. * Horace Harmon Lurton, j who was appointed by President Taft to the vacancy caused by the death of Justice Peckham, entered the Confederate service when he was only seventeen years old and he served three years. He ) was with General Buckner at Fort Donelson when the Confederate ’ commander surrendered to Gen? eral Grant. Lurton was Grant’s captive and it is not at all probable that the northern soldier had I any conception that this youthful prisoner was one day to be appointed to the Supreme court of the) United States by a Republican president CITY MAN AS A “COME ON.” The average city man thinks the farmer who buys a “gold- brick” in need of a guardian. Yet thousands of these same city men have paid for “bricks” which any farmer would have known were the commonest kind of brass. There are all sorts of them nicely prepared for city men. Now it is a scheme to buy fruit land on the Pacific coast. Our city friend is told he can make 11,000 an acre from the start A few days ago I found a young man almost on his way to the bank to draw SBOO for such a scheme, says a writer in the Metropolitan. He had a guaranty that in five years he would be drawing $3,000 annually from his “farm.” Next is somp co-operative scheme for growing peaches in Texas or oranges in Florida. You do not work. You simply buy stock in the enterprise, pay for it, of course, and then sit in the shade and draw your dividends. You sit in the shade —no doubt of that —and the dividends draw like the memory of evil deeds.

| A Paragon lC.itchen || § By MINNIE DOUGLAS « “Upon my word,” protested John Ellwood, at the breakfast table, “this servant-girl problem is beginning to push the limit.”’ "Yes,” returned his wife, peevishly, “we begin to realize that housekeep- ! ing in the country is pretty nearly what the comic papers depict it. This is the ninth cook I’ve had this winter." “Just look at that fish! Look at ' it! It’s not fit to eat,” exclaimed Ellwood Irefully holding up a scorched, unappetizing object. “And here I am, inveigling every man I meet to buy land and live in the country!” “That’s our business, dad,” broke in ' Ellwood, Jr., from behind his paper. “We must dispose of every block in , this real estate by spring.” “A nice chance of selling property ; for homes, with this condition in our own,” growled the elder man, singling out portions of breakfast from among the scorched embers. “Here are these Chicago men coming out next week to look over the ground with a view to buying homes! I invited them to stay with us and get a taste of real living! And this is what we’ll offer i them!” | He threw down the fish, gulped a i few t mouthfuls of coffee and rose in disgust. “Just look at that stuff supposed to be coffee! I go to the trouble of carrying out the best blend of coffee in| the market—in the bean! And that’s what 1 get! It’s enough to make a man swear off eating and believe the old saw, ‘The Lord sends food but the, devil sends cooks!”’ “Right you are, dad,” grinned hls‘ only son, a splendid young fellow of twenty-five. “It’s enough to make a man foreswear matrimony and live in comfortable bachelor quarters—eh?” “Yes,” returned Ellwood, Sr., biting sarcasm in his tone. “That sounds well from you! One might think you weren’t breaking your own neck —and our temper—trying to get your head into the matrimonial noose at present” “You planted your ‘fig tree’ pretty young, didn’t you dad? Seems to be a law of nature to want your own rooftree for the olive branches of posterity.” He smiled broadly, ignoring his father’s rising temper. “By George, I’d live the rest o' my life on overdone breakfasts and underdone dinners if it would cure you of your mad idea of getting married! i And what’s more,” the old man blus- ! tered, “I’ll never consent to your marrying the girl you have on your mind! The idea of you—you, who will some I day have every cent I own-r-picking out a—a what is she? —a telegraph ; operator? No! I’ll be —” “There, there, dad,” interrupted : young Ellwood, “there are times when you are apt to say too much.” His son’s self-control, under trying circumstances, was a source of secret admiration to Ellwood. “It’s abominable,” the elder man burst out again, “to think that all my money will go to a girl who clicks a telegraph key—or—or something. She wjll probably beggar you. That sort always goes to extremes.” A whimsical smile played in • the , son’s eyes. “But my dear father, you have the privilege of leaving your money to found a home for the training of cooks.” “I might do worse/’ he grunted, his mind going back to the origin of the dispute. “Why can’t we have practical schools of cookery where diplomas are distributed as In other professions?” “There are schools of cookery, fatherland good cooks. But—they won’t come to the country.” “Good cooks? Where are they? Show me one! Bring one here and ; I’ll promise her any wage she wants — j in reason,” cried the senior Ellwood. “I’ll do it, father,” flashed the young i man. “I’ll do it There must be good i cooks and I’ll get one. You and mother leave it to me.” “Remember how much depends on the visit from these Chicago land people! That’s all I ask.” “Leave it to me,” replied the son, j confidently. “What do you mean, Archer?!’ asked Mrs. Ellwood, always on the qui vive when domestic economy was the point I of discussion. “Nothing at all —except that I’m going to find a cook. I’m tired of this sort of thing—as tired as you and dad, so I’ll try my hand.” That night the son was late to dinner. , When he arrived, it was with the smile of triumph on his face. “I’ve found you a cook,” he exclaimed as he closed the front door. “And I’ve had my own time trying to get her to come out here to the country—but she’s a cook!” “Ah’ that’s the point Is she a cook?” queried the father, the scepticism of past experience in his tone. “You’ll not find her equal,” retorted the son, with confidence. Mrs. Ellwood gazed at her son in wide-eyed astonishment. “How do you happen to know, Archer?” she asked. “She told me so,” replied Archer, innocently. “And, besides, she comes well recommended.” “We’re .probably in the same boat we’ve been in for some time,” testily replied Ellwood, Sr. “I hope you told her I always scour the pets and kettles,” jocularly added the father. “That’s aentber thing—she doesn't

I want the family butting into the I kitchen.” ~ ' | “Anything else?” asked Mrs. Ellwood, faintly. “Tell her we provide white kid gloves for our cook and have a motor at her disposal?” asked the father. j “There, there, dad, there’s nothing unreasonable in her stipulations. ; There’s no harm in a woman’s keeping her profession on a dignified basis.” “Right you are my lad. I’m only joking. It takes intelligence of a high order to cook. Hang me, if it isn’t as much of an art as painting pictures or writing poems—and a lot easier to 1 appreciate. Bring her on, my son! I believe we’re on the right track at last.” The first breakfast provided by the paragon of the kitchen caused a hush of awe about the table. Ellwood, Sr., was afraid to talk for fear of waking himself from an ambrosial dream. Mrs. Ellwood was silent, lost in wonder at the appearance of her breakfast table. Even the finger-bowls were polished till they gleamed dike diamonds. “This isn’t the day for clean linen, Sarah,” she whispered to the tablemaid, who, in fresh apron and tldyj hair looked unusually cheerful. “No, ma’am, but the new cook refused to have the effect of her good cooking spoiled by being served on soiled linen.” “She’s not afraid to run up laundry bills,” muttered the mistress. “I’ll foot the laundry bills,” exclaimed Ellwood. “A meal like this is worth something extra. She’s a peach. What does she look like?” “Not much to look at,” sniffed Mrs. Ellwood. “She wears goggles and has, her hair combed straight back. Says the steam hurts her eyes and takes the crinkle out of her hair. But her manners make up for her lack of looks.” ‘ “I’ll have to go in and compliment her,” rejoined Ellwood, Sr., grinning beatificially in his delight oyer the tasty food. “Remember the agreement not to butt in,” reminded the spn. “True! Better not risk it, I guess," acquiesced Ellwood. Later In the week, the expected guests had arrived and the host had taken them to the dining-room for an appetizer, he was surprised to find Sarah in charge, beaming in a cap and apron of the latdst fashion. She adt ministered dexterously to his every wish—a thing that proclaimed train, ing for the occasion. He was delighted with the appearance .of his sideboard, the accumula, tion of sundry Christmas and birthday presents in the shape of decanters, glasses and carafes, having beeq brought to the light of day and pob Ished within an inch of their lifes. “This is tip-top, Archie,” he whispered to his son. “She’s more than you cracked her up to be. I’ll raise her wages.” “At her own request, the paragon had arranged the menu for dinner so that the meal was not only a delight —but a surprise—to the family. The host fairly beamed from the head of table, knowing that with every dish set before him he was adding a substantial argument in favor of home in the country. “I’ll tell you what—Ellwood,” exclaimed one of the guests', “if you can promise me as good a cook as you have —and such perfect service—l’ll buy some property and build here/’ “Find everything right to your hand out here,” exclaimed Ellwood, rubbing his hands gleefully but not daring td look at his wife or son. “I think one of the best things we can do is to build a school for the perfection of culinary art—she —” pointing to the kitchen—“is a graduate of a cooking school.” “I’ve a mind to offer her double wages to come out to us,” facetiously exclaimed the president of thg land company. “By George if you do, I*ll treble it,” cried Ellwood. “Suppose I raise it and quadruple it,” cried a third, the jocularity of the occasion getting into his soul. “Hang me, if I wouldn’t marry her!" shouted the host in a burst of merriment. “Yes, sir, I’d marry her! She a a valuable asset to any family.” “What about the punishment foi bigamy, dad?” asked young Ellwood, The father laughed. “A man would be justified in bigamy tq acquire such a rarity. She’s a genius —that’s what she is! Now, sir, here’q your chance,” he went on, playfully, “If you were to make up to a girl like that—we could overlook her having earned her own living and enjoy hes cooking.” He laughed merjily ovej his own joke. Yqhng Ellwood left the table mysteriously and presently leading a blushing young person by the hand. She was clad in neat pink gingham that detracted nothing from the curves of her fresh young body. | “Well, dad, as I’ve always taken your advice,” began young Ellwood, j “I’ll continue to do so. I Intend to marry the paragon of the kitchen. “Eh, what?j What? What?” exclaimed Ellwood, swinging about on the pair. “What’s all this? , “This is Miss who came to help you out of a diffl-1 c’ulty and to introduce you to her good qualities. She has, according to your own confession, more than pleased | you. You remember your promise to do anything in reason? I—l now claim my reward in asking your sanction to our engagement.” “Bless my soul, boy, I’d no Idea you had such excellent taste such good I sense. You are your father’s son. j Take her — my lad —take her. Her worth is ftf above rubies.”

THE DRAWBACK. fPn will IP 1 Wr "There are very few women archb tects.” “No wonder. Women do not relish being called ‘designing creatures.’ ” UNDEFEATED CHAMPION OF THS NORTHWEST. T. A Ireland, Rifle Shot, of Colfax, Wash., Tells a Story. Mr. Ireland is the holder of four world records and has yet to lose his first match—says he: “Kidney

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further details of my case to anyone enclosing stamp.” Remember the name—Doan’s. For sale by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. In New York. Up-to-Date Gladys—ls it really such an Improper play? Up-to-Date Dorris —Oh, It ,isn’t -just er to see, but it’s all right for us girls. —Puck. Wrong Angle. “There’s a bright side to everything.” “A bright side! Bah!” “Well, there is.” “Do you mean to tell me, doctor, that there is a bright sidq to my having had my leg amputated?” “Indeed, there is; and If you could put yourself in my place you could really see it” [ Authority on Soup. A little boy, promoted to company dinner at the family table, enjoyed his oyster cream hugely until he came to an unrecognized object at the bottom of the plate. g “What is it? Oh, just an oyster, dear,” responded the child’s mother, sharply appealed to. “Why did Dora put it in?” ; “Oh, to make the soup good." “She can leave it out next time,” the tiny epicure decided. “The soup's good enough without”-—Exchange. ‘ Lightning Rods on the White House, The White House is going to have lightning rods. They will be put on some time this summer. The distinguished occupants of the mansion past and present have never been protected against Jupiter’s bolts. The rods will be put on every part of the building, except the low offices where the president transacts his official business’. Col. Spencer S. Colby, United States superintendent of public grounds and buildings, persuaded Mr. Taft that the White House ought to be equipped with the rods and executive approval was given. The cost will be between SSOO and S6OO. —Phlla> delphia North American.

A “Corner” In Comfort For those who know the pleasure and satisfaction there is in a glass' of ICED POSTUM Make it as usual, dark and rich —boil it thoroughly , to bring out the distinctive flavour and food value. Cool with cracked ice, and add sugar and lemon; also a little cream if desired. - Postum is really a food-drink with the nutritive elements of the field grains. Ice it, and you have a pleasant, safe, cooling drink for summer < days —an agreeable surprise for those who have never tried it. “There’s a Reason” for POSTUM Postum Cereal Ca, Limited, Battle Creek, Mich. X J