The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 12, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 4 August 1910 — Page 3

Formerly the people burned \vltchea Now they politician*. — Clear white 'clothes are a sign that th* housekeeper uses Red Cross Ball Blue. Large 2 oz. package, 5 cents. The Modern Idea. “And you don’t love him?’* “No.” • |: "Then why marry him?" "Oh, I might as well. «Every girl has to have a foolish marriage or two before she really settles down.” More Serious. "Mathilde Browne was very yude to an overdressed old woman she met on the street the other day.” “I know the story. The old woman turned out to be Mathilde’s very rich aunt, and now she’s going to give all her money to a iospltal few decrepit dogs.” “Nothing! Os the sort. In fact, it’s ■worse. The old woman was the Brownes’ new cook —and now they haven’t anyj.” ban You Save? Certainly you can save, if there is an incentive. Lots of women In Coiumbus are saving wrappers from Easy fasksoap. You know if you send twentyIve of the wrappers and a two cent stamp to the Hewitt Brothers Soap Company, Dayton, Ohio, they will send you a beautiful art reproduction, all ready for framing. Some folks go to a picture store and pay a big, fat pilce for the same pictures. Your grocer keeps Easy Task soap; or he will keep it if you ask for it -J A Knowing Girl. When yobng Lord Stanleigh ca. to visit an; American family, the mitress told the servants that in addressing hiln they should always say “Your Gracje.” When the young gentleman one morning met one of the pretty house servants In the hallway and told that she was so attractive looking; he thought he would kiss her, she demurely replied, clasping her hands on her bosom and looking •up into his’ face with a beatific expression, “jQ Lord, for this blessing we are about to receive, we thank thee.” —Llpijincott’s. Silenced the Critic. Charles Sumner, when in London, gave a ready reply. At a dinner given in his honor, he spoke of “the ashes” of some dead hero. “Ashes! What American iEnglish!” rudely broke in an Englishman; “dust you mean, Mr, Sumner. iWe don’t burn our dead In this counjtry.” “Yet,” Instantly replied Mr. Sumner, with a courteous smile, “your poet Gray tells us that ‘Even in Our* ashes live their wonted fires.” The American was not criticized again that evening. The Home of the Cod. There is ;ust one other great cod bank in the world besides those off Newfoundland. It lies off Cape Agulhas, which is. the southern tip of Africa, and Jsorith of the Cape qf Good Hope. The Agulhas.plateau is said, to be almost a duplicate in size and richness of narth cod banks. But this is too far off, so there is little promise of its appeasing the hungry appetite of the world for cod. -f ■— H 1 ", ■ [1 Advice. "Father/’ queried Bob, Just home from college, j “you’ve worked for me pretty hard nearly all my life, haven’t you?” , -j “Quite right, quite right, son,” mused father; retrospectively. “Just s|a,” returned Bob, briskly. “Now, yon hid better get busy and work for yor r self a bit—eh, dad?” — Life. p i Comparing Notes. Mrs. Newly!—My little Robbie is remarkably; strong; he is only four years old/ br|t he can raise his high chair "with one hand! Mr. Spbodler—Oh. that’s nothing; in the apartment house where I try to do my sleeping there’s a baby that’s only four months old, and that child can raise the roof with no hand at all. Wh<re He Came In. "Have you ever figured in a divorce suit?” "No; the lawyers did the figuring. I just paid the bills.” A friend’s worth is at its best when in enemy tests the strength.—Royiton. !

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’ LATE CHIEF JUSTICE © Melville W. Fuller Possessed Great Administrative Ability. First to Stop Phonetic Spelling—Bad Land Titles in the District of Columbia Probed by Committee. Washington.—The late chief justice of the Supreme court, Melville W. Fuller of Illinois, was regarded in Washington as an ideal man for presiding officer of that august bench. He attained his high position in spite of the fact that when President Cleveland appointed him he was only a practising lawyer of no great national reputation and had never held a judicial office. The skepticism which met his appointment was almost as universal as is now the judgment that Mr. Fuller ranked with his illustrious predecessors as a practical and hard-working man. Originally holding to legal tenets which grew to be out of touch with jWW.rXpW I Usvw yohx ' O > awf iwSX’WK?®TwwjiiwwMlA' Melville W. Fuller. modern thought, the late chief justice well illustrated the purpose of the bench by listening to the reasonable arguments of lawyers better versed at the outset than he, ahd before the end of his judicial career was found in the Supreme court record reversing the- applied principles of law xVhictf’ Jie brought with him to Washington. By many astute lawyers this is regarded as one of the most striking examples of the largeness of the judicial mind of the late chief justice. Combined with these judicial functions great administrative ability is required of the chief justice of the Supreme court. This quality Chief Justice Fuller possessed ih great degree. Few, if any, complaints have ever been niade during his administration as presiding officer of the court that the wheels of justice of the highest tribunal of the land were turning too slowly or unevenly. Behind the outward manifestation of the courtly gentleman and his mild-mannered voice, which in recent years has been almost inaudible to those seated on the edge of the court room, was a tremendous force of character and a keen sense of justice and a capability for,, hard and persistent work wholly out of proportion with his years. Justice Fuller never pretended to voice the opinions of any one but him-self-and had no liking for the limelight. His position in Washington made it possible for him to fix his social status where he willed. JHe had no liking whatever for anything smacking of ostentatious display. On and off the bench he was the personification of judicial dignity. He possessed a sense of humor which he employed quietly and with effect, The subjects of his conversation were ful' of substance, scholarly and profoun and rich in wisdom. It was Justice Fuller who practically settled the fate of the Roosevelt propaganda for phonetic spelling. At the time when congress was daily receiving messages from the White House spelled in the ndw form of orthography and when the house of representatives was trying to nerve itself • to the point of putting | a quietus on this new system Justice; Fuller quietly squelched its use in the Supreme court At that time the government printing office, under Orders from President Roosevelt, was printing all documents for the executive departments, including the department of justice, in phonetic spelling. This included briefs which were submitted to the Supreme court. In a land case presented to the court Solicitor General Henry M. Hoyt offered one of these briefs. In glancing through It hastily Chief Justice Fuller espied a quotation from an opinion rendered by former Associate Justice Bradley, in which the word “through” was spelled “thru.” “Did I understand you to say that this purports to be a literal quotation from the opinion of Justice Bradley?” inquired the chief justice. It was not necessary for him to say more. Mr. Hoyt realized from this Inquiry that phonetic spelling would not be tolerated by the Supreme court, and that serious blunder had been made in changing the spelling used by a former member of that court He promptly and quietly informed the court that there would be no repetition of the offense. That ended phonetic spelling In the third co-ordinate branch of the government, and shortly thereafter congress Itself limited its use to correspondence between the executive departments. With other- members of the court, Justice;'Fuller had an abhorrence for I those who used Its decisions as ave- j

hide for making money on the stock market. Nothing was ever said on the subject !n open court, but every obstacle was put in the way of such persons when opportunity offered. When the Consolidated Gas case from I New York was decided it was an open secret that a lawyer who had a telephonic connection with a stockbroker had made a good round sum of money out of it. When the company later petitioned for a rehearing before the court, the lawyer again was on hand prepared if possible to duplicate his former winning. He waited all day for the expected announcement, but it was not until he gave up his quest that he found that the decision had been given to the chief clerk of the court by Justice Fuller. early in the day, and he in turn had quietly informed the newspaper men. PROBE BAD LANDS TITLES. A report recently made to congress by a commission appointed to examine land titles in the District of Columbia disclosed that many lots of land occupied by modern business houses and residences in the national capital are still owned by the government, notwithstanding the present tenants believe they have a clear title to the property. For example, the Washington Gaslight company occupies a whole square on Twenty-eighth street, which ds claimed by the government. A paving company occupies a large tract of land near Rock creek to which the government lays claim. A triangular piece of land, now occupied by many residences, is according to the report, the property of the government. This question of land titles in the national capital is not a new one. Two years ago congress created a commission to study it. The commission consisted of the attorney general, the secretary of war, Senator Scott of West Virginia; Representative Bartholdt of Missouri, and one of the district commissioners. The report reveals a horrible land tangle, which the courts will probably never be able to straighten out. The tangle is the outcome of the wild speculation in real estate that took place for a good many years after the capital was laid out. The story, according to the lawyers who have conducted the investigation, is one of romance and disaster. James Greenleaf of Massachusetts, from whose family the poet Whittier took his middle name, was according to the story, laid before congress, the first and greatest of the three land operators whose names figure most in the early deeds. Greenleaf made the first contract to buy of the commissioners who distributed the parcels of land in possession of the United States. He was joined later by Robert Morris, the financier of the revolution, and by John Nicholson. All three before their death were in jail for debts growing out of their ventures in Washington land. What Morris made through his financial transactions during the dark days of the revolution he lost in Washington lands. Private lands were acquired in Washington ip the early days by a very simple process. The territory “not exceeding” ten miles square was ceded to the United States ment by Maryland and Virginia and placed under the authority of three commissioners," appointed by the president. They Or any two of them were required, under the direction of the OS WSaKlr ■ ■Lamtt 2 VWWWA Senator Scott. president, to survey and by proper metes and bounds define and limit a district of terfitory, and the territory so defined was established as a per manent seat qf the government of the United States* Power was given the commissioners to purchase or accept land on the eastern side of the Potomac, for the use of the United States, and the commissioners were further required to provide suitable buildings for the accommodation of congress, ; the president and public officers of the I government of the United States. It 1 was to raise money to erect the public buildings that the government i planned to sell its land to private par- ■ ties. The report to congress relates that I President Washington met with th*. I original proprietors in Georgetown March 29, 1791. As a result of this I conference, an agreement was entered into which resulted in certain deeds of trust, under which the proprietors of the land conveyed their holdings In trust to Thomas Beall, son of George Beall, and John MacKall Gantt. In consideration of the sum of five shillings and the various trusts, each of the proprietors conveyed his land to be laid out into such streets, squares, parcels and lots as the president might approve for the purpose of the federal city. For the residue, the various parcels were to be fairly divided, o’ ilf. to go to the original propriety ■ of the land and the other half to tl I United States.

i FRANK VERNON’S J - QUEST of the MUSE II By JANE OSBORN [I ' L " — " J

(Copyright, ipio. by Associated Literary Press.) Frank Vernon had decided to write his masterpiece. Plot, character and incident had all shaped themselves in his mind, and he was sure that two of three months of uninterrupted work would see the book ready for the publishers. “But I can’t write the thing here.” he said to the young man who shared his small boarding house room. He gazed disconsolately at the assortment of cravats, ink bottles, pipes, slippers, books, pencils and shaving mugs that cluttered chairs, beds, ! bureaus, desk and table. “Some of the old duffers who turned out good stuff lived in garrets, but I’ll bet you the price of a good lunch that the ■ garrets didn’t have much in them.” “You ought to get married, old man,” said Jimmy, his room-mate, cheerfully, as he searched energetlc- ! ally for a handkerchief in the book- ! case. “It’s great the way a girl can tyeep things in order.” “I couldn’t afford it, and", besides, I don’t want to. But really, Jimmy, Pm in earnest. I want to get out In the. country, away from all distractions, and in the cool green quiet of the fragrant woods pursue the fleetl Ing muse of literature. If I can’t catch her I’ll come back and take that position the Daily Courier people said would be ready for me next fall.” Jlmnjy laughed. “I know just the place for you to go,” he said. “A quiet farmhouse on the edge of a wooded hill. Two of the quietest people in the world live there and take boarders in summer.” “That’s all right, excepting the other boarders. They’d be a distraction as bad as cravats and slippers all over the furniture.” “1 can fix that up,” announced Jimmy, confidently. “My little sister’s staying, there, and I’ll write her a letter and tell her a friend of mine, who’s engaged to a girl who’s traveling in Europe, is coming down to seek peace and comfort in solitude. I’ll ask her to put the others on, so they’ll let you alone.” Thus It was that, a couple of weeks later, Frank Vernon,, with two suitcases containing a minimum of cravats and a maximum of pads, pencils and pens, reached the peaceful, comfortable farmhouse where Mr. and Mrs. Gray took summer boarders. The first evening of his stay. Frank met Patricia, Jimmy’s sister, a tall, slim young woman, with soft hajr and deep, dark eyes. The next day Frank started forth In quest of the muse, his pockets bulging comfortably with pipe and tobacco pouch, plenty of soft pencils, paper, and a bundle of sandwiches. He struck joyfully from the road, up the wooded hill, determined to seek out a comfortable spot where he ’ could come every day to work. Almost at the crest of the little hill he came to the very spot he was seeking. A great bowlder, jutting over the edge of the hill formed a small platform or outlook, giving a charming view up and down the valley. Frank climbed up to the flat surface of the rock. From a fissure In the middle of it grew a plucky little pine tree, and in its shade he threw himself down on the soft carpet of moss and cones. The distant tinkle of cow'bells sounded from the pastures below. Bird calls came from the branches above, a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, and a nearby brook muttered pleasantly. “If the muse I’m seeking lives in - these parts at all,” said Frank, as he sprawled in the sunshine, “I’m sureshe lives here. Hello,” be said, suddenly sitting up. “There she comes now!” Mingled with the sound of bird ar.d crook and rustling .leaves came a girl’s clear voice, singing. Presently over the bowlder edge appeared a byown cap, a stray curl or two, and then two surprised, dark eyes. The voice stopped suddenly as Jimmy’s sister recognized Frank. “Well, how did you find it? It’s mine,” she said. “I’m in search of a muse and I thought she might live here.” “I’m the only muse that lives here. If I’m not the muse you’re looking for you can go. 1 shan’t, for this is my house and I come here every day.” She unpinned her cap and fastened Jlt to one of the branches above her, ■ deposited a basket of fruit and bis--1 cuits at the foot of the tree and sat ! down. i ‘Til keep you from getting lonesome, if you’re going to stay,” »she ‘announced. “What’s her name?” I “Whose name?” « j “Oh, Jimmy told me about her, y< know.” I “Oh, of course,” said Frank, flushing as he recalled his role of engaged man. “It’s—oh, it’s Angelina." “Beautiful! Is she little or big?” “Um —why, Arabella’s not exactly either; sort of both.” said Frank, desperately. “Well,” said the girl, “i know just what Arabell-Angelina looks like.” She looked at him and her dark eyes sparkled with laughter. “I call her Angelina for short,” stammered Frank, boldly. “Never mind. Some day you must ten me more about her. But I’ll not tease you any more today. Shall I . lead to you?” And bo the morning passed, Pa- 11

tricla reading from a boon a poemv and a magazine she had brought with her and Frank lying on the ground listening and watching her. When lunch time came they shared their sandwiches and fruit. Frank brought water from the little brook to drink and Patricia gathered flowers for festiveness. " The summer passed as summers will pass. Frank’s masterpiece fared badly. For between doubt as to whether he had better admit that Angelina was a myth, and so lose Patricia’s friendship, or persist in the deceit and so lose a chance of making her care for him, his mind was in no state for steady work. Every day he sought the home of the muse, and sometimes he wrote. But he found impassioned odes and gentle sonnets more to his liking than the stirring romance of adventure and life that he had planned for his masterpiece. Sometimes, Patricia came to read to him, and to keep him from grieving too deeply for Angelina. But whenever he led the conversation from Angelina in particular and the countryside in general, to talk of Patricia and himself, the muse would laughingly don her hat, pick up her books and desert him for the day. Toward the end of August, Frank decided to confess, and then go home to the waiting Courier position. “Patricia,” he began one morning, “I came up here this summer in search of a muse, and I haven’t found her; so I’m going back to the city to work.” «> “I suppose you and Angelina-Ara-bella will have -a dear little fiat,” said the muse, gazing down on the sleepy little valley. “Is she home yet?” “That’s another thing,” said Frank, hopefully. “You see, she is never coming back. In fact, she's —you see, there isn’t any Angelina.” Patricia turned to him and laughed. “Do you suppose that I ever believed in the dear thing for more than five minutes?” she asked. “Don’t you suppose I guessed right away, and made Jimmy tell me she was a fake? Do you suppose, if I hadn’t : known all about her I should have let you—” She stopped, blushing, and turned away again. “You mean fall in love with the muse of these woods, Patricia?” asked Frank, going to her. “No,” smiled the muse, “I mean make the muse fall in love with you.” The Church’s Millinery Section. Because many of the feminine members of the congregation of a Baptist church in a southern city insist on wearing their hats in cturch, its pastor has set aside a certain portion of the church as the “millinery section,” for use of these hat wearers. The minister that all women who come with large creations adorning their heads must either take them off or sit in the “millinery section.” The practise of women wearing hats during the services has been a subject of agitation for some time with the man attendants, and the pastor has from time to time openly opposed it. The minister commented rather sharply on the practise of wearing hats in church, and announced the new program for “a millinery section.”. This is all right in its way, but to eliminate the hat is to eliminate the wearer. When it comes time for the separation of the sheep from the goats, the dominie will be charged up with the loss of souls and the dismembering of his church, because where the women are there the men will be also, especially the dominies.—Millinery Trade Review. The Sign Carrier's Preferences. “It’s hard carrying a banner on a hot day,” said a man who makes a living, such as it is, by carrying signs in the I street, “and it’s harder carrying it on a windy day, but in summer I’d rather carry a banner than a pair of sandwich boards. “Carrying a high sign you do at least get a free circulation of air all the time around your body and legs, but with sandwich boards on you’re all shut in. Hot work carrying sanwiches in summer, but in winter they do for an overcoat; in away at least they keep the wind off you a little. “So when I can pick and choose I carry a banner in summer and get inside the sandwich boards in winter. But easy as it looks, you can take it from me that any way you put it carrying signs is not really the easiest way in the world to make a living.” ——————— Embarrassing. “Myrtilla,”' said the stern father at the breakfast table, “what line of goods does that young salesman represent?” “He—he sells automobiles,” faltered Myrtilla, glancing out of the window. , “He does, eh? Well, I thought perhaps he sold face powder. I saw a '•ample on his arm when he left last ight.” Vnd poor Myrtilla blushed redder 1 an the strawberries. —. | Punctuality. Blinks —It’s all right for a man to be punctual, but Stickley carries it a ! little too far. 1 Jenks—How’s that? Blinks—Why, he wants a fellow to ‘ return borrowed money the day he ! promises to do so. Avoiding Unpleasantness. “Who gives this young woman away?” asked the minister. “No use spoiling the party now,” spoke her father. “He’ll find out for hlmsalf if he’s only half as bright as I thihk he is.”

HONOR 1 006 HERO’ Marines Erect Headstone at a Setter’s Grave. Came to Kittery Navy Yard a Friendless Waif—Became a Ljfe Saver and Left Many MourneFs. Portland, Me.—Beneath a headstone in the naval cemetery at the Kittery navy yarn sleeps a faithful little solIdier, who, when he died in April, 1909, , a long train of mourners—and he (was only a dog. When Percy died, if the jflag on the tall staff surmounting the| pdministration building was not l)alf-> masted it was through no fault of the! poncommiSsioned men about the yard., < Their devotion to Percy is shown by i (the following inscription on his grave- i ptone: “Percy, the marines’ dog. Died i April 7, 1909. Erected in his memory i hy his companions, the marines, whom i he loved.” Percy was a full-blooded Irish setter. He came to the yard 14 years ago,, i a starved waif, in whom the marines;! pt the barracks had much ado to keep the spark of life alight. Thenceforth ■ ; his life was one long exhibition of; | (dumb animal gratitude and he best: showed it by saving three human lives, but unceasingly, too, in many lesser ways. No Alpine St. Bernard trained from birth to life-saving ever did a nobler duty than Percy in the case of Private Cleveland. Percy habitually cheered jthe sentries on the loneliest beats about (the reservation, whether the time were boon or midnight. Cleveland one cold, (snowy night, had post No. 6, nearly a imile out on the bleak, undeveloped HP*. The Dog’s Monument. southeastern of the island. He was subject to fits and at this inopportune time had one. He fell insensible in the snow and Percy, devotedly by his side, tried with jail his little might to drag his heavy (body to shelter. Failing to move the log-like form, he snatched the sentry’s cap in his teeth and flew through the Storm for the distant barracks. The sleepers there were roused and p. rescue party reached the marine in time to save his life. On one more occasion Percy performed an almost similar service for another marine who succumbed to the rigors of a wintry night, and'who, but for the faithful canine messenger, would now be under the sod which covers Percy. Percy pitched into two thugs who one night attacked a marine on the bridge leading from Kittery to the navy yard, and the ferocity of his onslaught not only made the yeggmen glad enough to escape, but brought the guard from the main gate. The victim :was badly used up and but for Percy’s assistance would have fared worse. Percy always considered intoxicated marines his especial wards, and the ipoor fellows who sought in this way io (relieve the monotony of navy yard iroutine never had a stancher cham - pion. Woe to the meddler who sough (amusement at the helpless tippler’s expense. , ' . . Though detachments of marines iwere continually coming and going, Percy never lacked for frlerids, for to isee him was to love him. He had the run of the entire yard, and places forbidden to all dogdom opened their bars fro Percy. Even that holy of holies, the navy yard ferry to Portsmouth, was a .’favorite stamping ground of his. It was this freedom from all restraint which finally proved the good ■old dog’s undoing. One day he was, j-oaming about the corridors of the big i unfinished nava| prison on the south-. , £rn end of the island, when he got hia ; -tail caught in an elevator. The hurt, at first apparently trivial, < .became'serious, and the best veteix : 'inary surgeon obtainable tried for a | -month to relieve the faithful animal’s i .sufferings. The warm-hearted marines ! (nearly bankrupted themselves in the j (effort to restore him to health, but his : [age was against recovery and he was ! ;at last mercifully dispatched. Other mascots have since partially ’ (engaged the affections of the marine ! iguard, but Percy’s death left a void [never to be filled. First Train Ride at Age of 83. Johnstown, Pa. —Mrs. Elizabeth I Shaffer, eighty-three years ’old, came to this city recently "from her home at Stoystown, Somerset county, ahd for (the first time in her life saw and rode on a railway and had her first view c' a trolley car.

A waRNINQ. Y — . Man at Telephone—Let me have the gas office, please. Operator-—Certainly. But you know we don’t allow any swearing over our lines.

— , , Try This, This Summer. The very next time you’re hot, tired or thirsty, step up to a soda fountain and get a glass of Coca-Cola. It will cool you off, relieve your bodily aind mental fatigue and quench your thirst delightfully. At soda fountains or carbonated in bottles —5c everywhere. Delicious,. refreshing and wholesome. Send to the Coca-Cola Co., Atlanta, Ga., for their free booklet “The Truth About Coca-Cola.” Tells what CocaCola is and why it is so delicious, refreshing and thirst-qiienching. And send 2c stamp for the Coca-Cola Baseball Record Book for 1910 —contains the famous poem “Casey At The Bat,” records, schedules for both leagues and other valuable baseball informal tion compiled by authorities. Immense Saving Possible. In a preliminary bulletin on the cost of maintaining a tuberculosis sanatorium, the National Association for the Study and Prevention of Tuberculosis announces that the average cost pef patient per day in thirty semi-charitable sanatoria scattered in all parts of the United States Is 51.669. These institutions represent an annual expenditure of over $1,300,000 and over 815,000 uays of treatment given each year. The bulletin, which is part of an extensive study the National association is making for its bureau of information, points out that the country eould save annually at least $130,000,000 if the indigent consumptives were properly segregated. Ah Easy Fit. A number of years ago there lived in northern New Hampshire a notorious woman-hater. It was before theday of ready-made clothing, andjvanting a new suit, he was obliged to take the material to the village tailoress. She took his measurements, and when she cut the coat, made a liberal allowance on each seam. The man’s dislike of women in general prevented his having a fitting. He took the finished garment without trying It on. It was much too large, and his disgust was apparent in the answer he made to the friendly loafer on his first visit to the pos’t office, when he wore the despised article. “Got a new coat, Obed?” said the loafer. “No, I hain’t!” said Obed- “I’ve got seven yards of cloth wrapped round me.”—-Youth’s Companion. $ How He Kept the Law. “I noticed,” said the frlend-who-could-be-trusted, after a trip through the factory where preserves are made, “that a white powder is first put in the cans, and that the preserves are •- then put in the white powder.” “Yes,” explained. the ‘ proprietor to the friend-who-could-be-trusted, “that white powder is a preservative. You see we are compelled to put the preserves in a preservative because an Idiotic requirement of the goWrnment makes it unlawful for us to put a preservative in the preserves.” <? Caught Too Quick. “I pleads guilty ter stealln’ dem melons, jedge,” said the prisoner, “but I wants de mercy er de court.” “On what grounds?” asked the judge. “On dese grounds,” replied the prisoner: “I stole de melons, but de sheriff didn’t givq me a chance to eat ’em!” —Atlanta Constitution. As He Remembered it. “Johnnie, what did the minister preach about today?” “It was about something that stings like an adder and bites like a multiplier.” There can be no true rest without work, and the full delight of a holiday cannot be known except by the man who has earned it.—Hugh Black.

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