The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 24, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 13 October 1910 — Page 6

Syracuse Journal SYRACUSE, - , - INP SeALTmEANING OF “MYSTIC” One of the Most Frequently Misused of Words —Its Probable Origin Explained. A jeweler in a small handicraft shop held out a heavy Silver ring with a queerly engraved seal, saying: “I can’t explain the device to you. It is made for a sea captain. He s a friend of mine, and the emblem is just myttic to him.” The very fact that a word becomes so warped and common means, at least, that a great many people are becoming aware of a new matter. Something has swum into their ken, and the word that stands for the experience is bandied wildly about the world. When one pauses to reflect upon the meaning of the word “mystic,” it is odd to note the base uses to which It has come. All the minor poets write of “mystic gleams” andj “mystic glamours,” “mystic sheens” and “mystic clamors;” its use; in the sense of magic is very widespread. But there are also small railroad stations in out-of-the-way spots that rejoice in the ..new word as a designation. As a matter of historic fact, the noisy, /übiquitous word derives from a Greek word which means shut. A mystic was one who ivas being initiated into certain esoteric religious doctrines about which he must keep his mouth shut. Some conjecture that the word referred rather to the keeping of the eyes shut to all sense impressions in order that the spiritual vision might be seen. Or it might have referred to the fact that until a man was admitted to the mysteries, his eyes were shut to spiritual truth. But in all probability the first explanation is the true one, and the word simply refers toJ the fact that the profoundest experiences cannot be imparted. They dwell in the great realm of silence, and are truest when they are stillest. —Harper’s Weekly. A Grafter Sentenced. Judge (severely)—You have been found guilty of stealing the people’s mqhey, and you are sentenced to ten years in the penitentiary, and to pay a fine of $5,000. Great Grafter —Yes, y’r honor. Judge—But as you will never be able to pay the fine, the fine is re- . mitted. threat Grafter —Thank you, judge. judge— And if you conduct yourself properly, the law will allow time for good behavior, and you can get out in about a year and a half. Grafter-—Thanks, judge. Judge—And, by the way, if you happen to feel ill in a week or two, the court will issue an order allowing you to go home to die. Grafter —Thanks, judge; but suppose I don’t die? Judge—Don’t mention it Call the next case. The Cocoa Tree. The cultivation of cocoa is at present an inviting agricultural pursuit in Trinidad and parts of Venezuela. The cocoa tree cannot withstand strong sunshine, and the young plants have to be shaded by banana or plaintain trees, and later when they attain their growth, by tall trees known as “imperials” or the “mother of the cocoa.” These make a kind of canopy over the entire plantation. The fruit of thecocoa tree is a pod resembling a .cucumber, and growing on the trunk or large branches, where it looks aS though it were artificially attached. The seeds are like large, thick lima beans embedded in pulp. These form the cocoa beans of commerce. The processes of curing and drying require much attention. The Ink Plant. Ink of everyday life may be perhaps iescrlbed as of mixed animal, vegetable ind mineral origin. Sometimes, however, the juice of a plant can be used iirectly for writing. This is the case with the ink plant, which occurs ih South America and New Zealand. The juice of the plant is red, but it becomes rapidly black on exposure by oxidization. It gives a permanent Stain on paper and can be used as ink wtihout further preparation. All the Barly documents In Spanish America were written with the juice of the ink plant.—knowledge. Cut He.' Hair and Saved Her Sight. Unusual presence of mind, followed by prompt action by Miss Inez, daughter of George Emerson, a farmer living west of here, saved her sight and her face from a bad burning the other morning when her long and beautiful hair caught fire from an explosion iof coal gas in the kitchen stove. When the flames flashed out she seized a pair of scissors and cut off her burning tresses. Eyelashes and eyebrows were burned off and her neck and arms badly burned. —Greeley Correspondence Denver Republican. While You Walt “Block your hat while you wait,” : was the original while you wait sign dating back to before the war, and for a long time It was the only one, while now of such signs there are many. , You can have your shoes repaired for your teeth fixed or your * clothes pressed,’ your umbrella mended or your eyglasses put In order. There is scarcely anything that you may not now have done while you wait If you want It, as witness this sign i reading: “Jewelry cleaned and dia aiands set while you wait."

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Story of Grant’s Opponent

Horatio Seymour’s Practical Political Lesson to Chauncey M. Depew When Latter Was Secretary of State of New York. "It was just four years before Horatio Seymour was nominated by the Democratic party, In 1868, to run against General Grant for president of the United States, that I received from him what I have often regarded as the most practical political lesson that was ever taught me,” said Senator Chauncey M. Depew at a time when the discussion turned upon political leadership and political leaders of yesterday. “Mr. Seymour had been elected governor of New York in 1862 —he had also filled that office ten years before —and in the election of ’63 I was a candidate for secretary of state. I went into the campaign very earnestly —I was only eight years out of college, and political life looked mighty tempting to me—and the arguments that I delivered on the stump throughout the state were at times pretty well seasoned with political spice of the very hot sort. “Well, after the campaign was over and I had found myself elected by a majority twice as large as that which Governor Seymour had received the year before, the thought occurred to me that the governor might not want to speak to me, for I had been quite personal regarding him 'in some of my speeches. But, to my astonishment I had not long been in office when the governor invited me to spend a few days with him at his home in Utica, promising, among other things, to take me to his farm at Deerfield, a few miles out of the city. Overjoyed at the discovery that I had not made a personal enemy of him, I immediately accepted the invitation, and arriving at his home, found him a man of wonderful personal charm, of an idea! domestic Use, and a most entertaining story teller of men and events. “The next morning, at the breakfast table, the governor announced that we would drive out that day to his country place and do some farming. A little later a regular farm wagon, without springs, with no other seat in it than a bpard, and with all kinds of farm tools protruding form the rear, was brought to the door. At the same instant the governor appeared at the door. But no longer was he the Immaculately clad host of the breakfast table. Instead, he was the typical farmer in appearance. His clothes were old, his trousers were very baggy, and: the hat that rested upon his head matched perfectly with the rest of his costume. Getting into the wagon, he invited me to be seated beside him, took up the reins, and away we jolted to the farm. "When we arii-ed there the govern-

Incident of Sherman in 1846

How Henry A. Wise, Then the Minister to Brazil and Later a Confederate General, Entertained Him at Rio Janeiro. On the morning of Dec. 27, 1846, Henry A. Wise, United States minister to Brazil, and later the governor of Virginia, who signed John Brown’s death warrant and a Confederate major general, went for a stroll to the docks of Rio Janeiro. Some days before he had been told that an American clipper ship might make the port, and he did not wish to miss his fellow countrymen there; hence his daily haunting of the water front. On this particular morning he had not quite reached the dock when he spied two keen-eyed and alert young men, who bore every outward sign of being Americans and who seemed to be Intensely Interested In the scenery that the harbor of Rio Janeiro affords. Going up to them. Mr. Wise put out his hand. “You are from the United States," he said. "So am I. Am I right in assuming that you are passengers upon the clipper ship that I see Is taking In ■tores at the pier yonder?” The two young men replied in the affirmative and then Mr. Wise Introduced himself, saying that he was the American minister at the Brazilian court, and adding that he would be pleased to have the two travelers dine with him. Thereupon the strangers expressed their delight at the Invitation and Immediately accepted It, the younger of the two then Introducing the other as Colonel Henry W. Halleck of the United States army. “And," said Colonel Halleck, indicating his companion, “Captain William T. Sherman, also of the United States army,” adding that they had been ordered around the Hora to duty in California. A few hours later the two officers who were destined to figure so prominently In the world's greatest civil war, were received at the American legation with true Virginia cordiality. When dinner was announced. Minister Wise arose and in his very best manner apologised for the unavoidable ab■enoe of Mrs. Wise, who, he explained, was indisposed temporarily. Daring

or took me into the house for a little refreshment and then proposed that we rest in the large chairs that were placed upon the broad piazza. As we seated ourselves I observed that the wagon had disappeared. “We chatted for a long time, and many a vivid word picture my host drew of men then prominent in state and national politics. Finally, as the sun was beginning to cast shadows from the west, he began to speak about myself. “ ‘You have begun a political career,’ he said. ‘Well, in my opinion, you have many qualities for a successful career of that sort. You have some gift of public speaking, and,you know how to approach tactfully. But if you were to ask my advice, I should tell you emphatically not to go into politics, but to stick to your profession. The law always offers a good field to the ambitious young man.’ “For a moment he looked at me furtively, to see how Invas taking his advice, and then continued: “‘But if you insist-upon a political career, I have just one piece of advice for you. Never read an opposition newspaper, never read a personal or political attack upon yourself or your party, never listen to anyone who brings you a report of that kind; read your own party journals, read plenty

Dirge Carl Schurz Played

Rendered "The Heart Bowed Down” After Horace Greeley Was Nominated by the Liberal Republican Convention in 1872. One of the men who took a very prominent part in the organization of the famous Liberal Republican party movement of the early seventies, which instantly went to pieces following Greeley’s defeat for president by General Grant, running for re-election in 1872, was the late Samuel Bowles, for more than thirty years prior to his death in 1878 a powerful editorial influence throughout the country. Allied with him in the task of organizing the Liberal Republican party were three other famous editors, the late Murat Halstead, Henry Watterson and the late Carl Schurz, then United States senator from Missouri. These four men were prominent members of the national convention of the Liberal Republicans, held in Cincinnati in 1872. But not one of them had planned for Mr. Greeley’s nomination. Their candidate was Charles Francis Adams of Boston. Yet, brilliant editors though they were, they could not match in political skill some of the professional politicians in

the meal Itself, which was protracted by the good time the diners were having, the host occasionally, excused himself In order to inquire about Mrs. Wise, and left the dining room, returning each time after a short interval and resuming the conversation where It had been left off. Thus the evening had worn away, and everybody was feeling in the best of humor when there came a knock at the dining room door. The next moment It was thrown open and in walked a physician, smiling broadly, and behind him a still happier woman, who carried a bnndle well swathed in flannel. Marching up to the table, the woman lowered her arms a bit and then gently parted a portion of the flannels, revealing to the three diners the face of a newly-born infant —and as the two officers looked their astonishment, their host pointed to the baby as the explanation of Mrs. Wise’s nonappearance at dinner and happily explalhed that It was a boy. Os course, the youngster’s health was toasted then and there In approved style by the two representatives of the United States army. Eighteen years later this baby, as Lieutenant John S. Wise of the Confederate army, won the distinction of carrying the last dispatch from General Robert E. Lee to Jefferson Davis, president of the Confederate States of America. Still another eighteen years later, John S. Wise, as a representative in Congress from the Richmond (Va.) district, met General William Tecumseh Sherman In Washington and asked him if he remembered being entertained with General Halleck in Rio Janeiro, back in 1846, by the United States minister of Brazil, Henry A. Wise. “Oh, yes, I remember the Incident very well,” was the reply, “and I also recall the little surprise party we had." “Well, General. I was that baby,** said Representative Wise. The old warrior critically surveyed the heavy weight before him. “Well,” he retorted, with his eyes characteristically a-twlnkle, “all Pre got to say is, you don’t look it” (Copyright 19W, by E. J. Edwards. All Rights ReswvvdJ

of history, study the career of great political leaders of the past. This plan I have followed for over twenty years, and to it I attribute whatever success I have had in politics, as well as peace of mind, even when I have been most violently attacked.’ “Again the governor glanced furtively at me, then, looking at his watch, guessed it was time to return to Utica. He summoned the farm wagon, and it clattered up with the tools in it still untouched. We mounted the board seat, and, like a true rustic, the governor drove back to the city. And as I sat bouncing up and down beside him and thought of that untouched lot of farm tools jangling behind us, I could not help saying to myself: “ ‘Governor Seymour, no matter what you say, you do not owe all of your success in politics to the fact that you never read opposition newspapers, or paid any heed whatever to personal or political attacks upon you.’ ” (Copyright, 1910, by E. J. Edwards. All Rights Reserved.) Where Women Are Mute. Mrs. Stubbs (reading)— When ladles go trout fishing in the Canadian streams they do not speak for hours at a time, as the slightest sound frightens the fish. Mr. Stubbs —Great Jupiter, Marie. Let us both go up there at once. —El-' mira Advertiser.

i he convention, with the result that the latter got control of the convention, sidetracked Mr. Adams and brought about* Mr. Greeley’s nomination. The fall following the defeat of Mr. : Greeley, I visited Mr. Bowles, at his i invitation, in his office in the Springfield (Mass.) Republican building. It was the first time I had met him, and j I was amazed to note the facility with i which he carried on all kinds of business, both editorial and that of the publication office, at the same time ; that he talked over earnestly the particular matter that had brought about my visit; For more than an hour Mr. Bowles conversed with me and carried on the routine of his newspaper in a most matter of fact manner. Then, ,as it grew near the time for me to leave, 1 ventured to remark that the year before, as a young man who was to cast his first presidential vote, I had) been greatly interested in the proceedings of the Liberal Republican convention. “Ah,” exclaimed Mr. Bowles, “I am glad you were interested in our party. I hope all the young men of the country were interested in it. It Was real-' ly a young man’s protest some of the excesses into which the Repub lican party was in dangerJpf falling. We were defeated, but the Republican movement accoiAilished ltd purpose.” “Mr. Bowles,” I said, “may I ask you one question? I have heard that immediately after the defeat of Charles Francis Adams by Mr. ffreeley, Senator Carl Schurz, younßlf and some other leaders went to ajnotel and that Mr. Schurz, to expressjhis regret ovei Mr. Adams’ defeat pitted—” “Yes, yes,” broke ifi • Mr. Bowles while an amused smfe swept across his features, “that i£ true, and here and there, I believrf some report of the Incident did crejbp into print. But I will tell you the /ncident fully. “With the convention’s work over, we went back to/ our hotel in a very despondent moop. We foresaw that the nomination of Mr. Greeley mads defeat in November inevitable, and w« realized that the defeat would probably be a very sorrowful -one. We went into the parlor of the suite occupied by Mr'. Schurz and sat down, with the gloom about us thicker than I ever saw it before. Mr. Schurz was especially Respondent; his is a very mercurial temperament, anyway. Murat Halsteßd was the most cheerful member of j the party, and he looked a good deal Jas though he had just come from; a dear friend’s funeral. And each qf us sat there communing with his own glum thoughts; we did not need td speak to let one another know our feelings. “We had > been sitting thus for a quarter of Rn hour, maybe, when, suddenly, Mr. (Schurz sprang from his chair, hurried over to the piano, lifted the lid, sat .upon the stool and began to play, as tne brief report had it, the familiar air\ of ‘The Heart Bowed Down With Grief,’ from the ‘Bohemian Girl.’ Then,) after a little, he began to hum and thin to sing the accompaniment, and, I) think, some of us joined in the humnAing. “I don’t believe anyone could have found a better piece of music to express our feelings at that moment. Our hearts were certainly bowed down with grief, sos we had failed to nominate our man, and we saw certain defeat ahead. Oh, how funereal that music sounded that day! Yet now, as I recall the /Incident, I cannot help smiling over the fact that Carl Schurs should have i selected a comic opera tune as the dne most fitting to serve as the dirge Rf the Liberal Republican movement.” \ (Copyright, 191 b. by E. J. Edward*. Ail Rights ’’eaervedU 1

CAP and BELLS HIS LOBSTER RUSE WORKED □ld Bird Stays Out Until After LockUp Time and Gains Admission by Clever Trick. The Old Bird reached home late, and found he • had exceeded lock-up time. He rang and rang, and then he rang again. After that he rang, and, as that had no effect, he thought he’d ring, and so he rang. At last his wife’s head popped out of an upstairs window. “You can go away,” she said. “I’m tired of this.” “So am I,” said the Old Bird. “You won’t get in tonight!” she declared. “But, my dear,” expostulated the husband, “I have brought home a boiled lobster and two bottles of champagne.” Mrs. Old Bird’s head popped in, and soon she had stumped downstairs and opened the door. “I’ll make a light, dear,” she said, leading the way through the dark hall towards the dining-room. Then she turned on the electric current, and, looking at her spouse, frowned. “Well,” she demanded, "where are the lobster and champagne?” “Here, my dear!” said the Old Bird with a laugh, and tapped his vest. In Paris. The French artist was showing his latest picture. “Eet is one noble picture,” boasted the painter. “See ze fleece of ze clouds and ze fleece on ze sheep, on ze hillside.” “Any more fleece?” laughed the critic. “Not now, monsieur. But zere will, be some more fleecing when ze American millionaire ask for ze one old masterpiece and I sell him zis.” Those Jealous Summer Girls. Clara—So you are really engaged to George at last? Dora —Yes; isn’t it just beautiful? Clara—l’m glad for you; and he’s such a brave fellow, too. Dora —Is George brave. Clara—l should say he was. Why, he upset the skiff we were in last summer purposely and declared he wouldn’t save me unless I promised to marry him. Professional Wisdom. Customer —By the way, is Dr. Pills as good a physician as Dr. Cubebs? Druggist—Can’t say, but Dr. Cubebs evidently doesn’t think so. Customer—But when he went on his vacation he turned his patients over to Dr. Pills. Druggist—Well, what further proof do you want? # PROOF OF SINCERITY. i/"' • ' Gecßj&e Dolly—But are his attentions sincere? Polly—Well, in his love letters he never writes “Please destroy.” The Rival Belles. He—l really believe Miss Highup tried to cut us. She (rival belle) —If she had tried she would have succeeded. Did you ever see such a hatchet-face?—New York Weekly. Had No Kick. — “Catch any fish?” “Nope.” “Better luck next time.” “I’m satisfied. I don’t care to have cheap fish biting these expensive flies.” As Pa Sees It. Little Willie —Say, pa, what Is organized charity? Pa —Organized charity, my son, is condensed milk of human kinfl.

WANTED TO INFORM HIS WIFE Timid Finally Discloses Knowledge That His Mother-in-Law Had Fallen in Water. The otter day, over at the swimming baths, a timid and retiring-look-ing man waite? until the superintendent was disengaged, and then said to him: “I do hate to give-anyone trouble, but have you got a long stick or a pole of any kind you could lend me?” “No, sir; I told you so ten minutes ago,” snapped the overworked official. “So you did,” replied the man, “but I thought I’d just ask once more. I think I’ve done my duty in the matter. Don’t you think so?” “What matter? What on earth are you talking about?” “Why, you see, my mother-in-law dived off there, at the deep end, about half an hour ago, and as she hasn’t come up yet I thought I’d like to tell my wife that I had jabbed round or the bottom for her for a while, any way; but if I can’t, why, I suppose J can’t, that’s all;” and, pensively writ ing her address on a label to be tied to the old lady, when she came up, the conscientious man walked thought fully away. Papa’s Specialty. “Papa,”; says the little son of the judge who has been given a great deal of newspaper mention because of his decision in a certainfamous case “mamma says I’ve got to go to bed right after dinner tonight because 1 disobeyed her today.” “Well, Freddie, what can I do about it?- You’ll have to take your medi cine.” “Huh! I’d think you would give your little boy a writ of habeas cor pus, too!”—Judge. TOO BAD. tv < nx I Mrs. Newton —Do you notice any Im provement in your daughter’s piano playing? Mrs. Hixxton —No; and I notice that there is no improvement in my husband’s temper. No Answer. A little toy terrier was-running aft er an express train, barking and snapping. “Excuse me!” butted in a St. Bernard. “What are you doing?” “I’m pursuing that train,” snapped the Fyste. “Yes, I know,” agreed the large canine. “But what are you going to do with it when you catch,up?” There are some fables that need no morals. An Optical illusion. “See here, officer,” said the citizen taxpayer, “why don’t you clear out that gang of loafers in front of yon saloon?” “It’s too bad that you are nearsighted, sir,” replied the policeman. “Them ain’t loafers —they are city officials.”. To Avoid Observation. Suddenly she struggled from his strenuous embrace. “Are we observed?” he asked in a tremulous, whisper. “There,” and she pointed toward the conservatory, "is the rubber plant.”Whereupon she hastily arose and drew the portieres. In Effigy. “When they came to New York everybody was saying of them that they would hang the expense.” “I remember.” “But now it turns out that her wonderful diamonds are only paste.” “Hanging the expense in effigy, so to speak.”—Puck. Haughty Cook. "My dear, will you kindly ask that haughty cook of burs to stew some tripe I brought home? I haven’t the nerve?’ “Where Is the tripe?” "She’s looking at it now through her lorgnette.” Careless. “How did that irrigated farm of yours turn out?’ “Not well. I got thirsty one day and thoughtlessly drank the water instead of putting it on the garden.” Short on Currency. “Did she marry the man who rescued her?” “Yes, and now she’s discovered that -or life was the only thing he ever ?. vecL”

SAVES ffl'S LIFE Hqw Incubation Has Reduced the Ravages of Early Birth. Outdoing Nature in an Effort to Offset, the Effects of Over-Civilization—--15 to 30 Per Cent Said to Be Affected. New York;—The doctor said: "Hold him up, please—yes, that way, against your arm. So.” He was fourteen inches long from the soles of his blanket-swathed toy feet to the crown of his forehead; and he weighed four pounds and an ounce The age of him was thirty days, and his face was hardly the face of a baby r The length of him reached from tht fold of the nurse’s plump elbow to the first hinge of her palm—fourteer inches—and she had taken a gold ring from her finger and, slipping it easily over the child’s hand, pushed it up up, till nqw it encircled his forearm 1 Then, enveloping her charge deftly it a featherweight bit of blanket, she car ried him off to his incubator in an other room. ‘ “How many more ’day^ —or hours—will that fragment of humanity live?’ I marveled of the hospital physician It Doctor Fischel who answered —Fischel of New York, perfector witt Couney and Schenkein of the infant incubator to its present scientiffc stage, and of; the medical system ol observation and nourishment now used in conjunction with it. “Bless you,” answered Fischel, whe speaks with a strong German accent “that baby has an excellent chance t< grow up into a strong, healthy, full sized man. I shall be much disap pointed if he does not.” ( “If an infant weighs less than tw< pounds and three ounces, it dies oi the day of its birth,” he said. “If iti weight is from two pounds and thre« ounces to three pounds and , fiv« ounces, nearly one-half can be savec by proper incubation and the mos> scientific care. Let the weight b« from three pounds and five ounces t< four pounds and seven ounces, and 72 per cent can be saved. From foui pounds and seven ounces to five pounds and nine ounces, 90 per cent “The incubation system, as they have corrected and perfected it, rests upon four cardinal principles. To fur nish the child with perfectly-pure air; to maintain an even and proper ternn . 1 nr L L 1 Weighing an Incubator Baby. perature; to observe the fnost scrupulous sanitation, and to supply the right nourishment in the right quantities at exact intervals. It is very simple, I you see —and very skillful. “The air introduced to the glassed incubator is taken from out of doors, warmed, sterilized and conducted tc .the infant through a silvered pipe. A thermostat inside the incubator automatically maintains the air at the right temperature. If tire' child is toe small or too weak to feed itself, the milk is given with a nasal spoon; that is, fluid is administered drop by drop to tie nostrils, and inhaled, reaching the I'tomach in due course. “Iffiimediaately before each feeding, and ■ immediately after, the infant is weighed in these sterilized scales, which are so delicately adjusted that they register the exact amount of nourishment taken. This is charted, so that each day’s totals show whether the babq has gained in weight, and how or lost in weight, and how much. There must be a steady gain if the child is to grow. If it does not grow it cannot live. Hence, if the day registers no gain in weight, we know at once something Is wrong. Wrong with what? With the milk. .And we set about to make the remedy. Prepared foods and cow’s milk are regular reapers in the mortality field of Infant childhood.” ————————— l A Religion of Starvation. Los Angeles, Cal—John Irving' O’Neill, the leader of a strange religions sect In Los Angeles, is dead. The members of this sect have, for weeks, been starving themselves in anticipation of the coming of the end as the world. Lying on pallets, too weak to move, detect’ves found in an arroyo bungalow four members of the sect, two men, a woman, and a girl of sixteen, who had not touched food for six weeks. O’Neill said he was the leader of the sect, which he called Disciples of the Holy Ghost with the Gift of Tongues. “The appearance of the comet was the sign of the end of the world,” he said. The girl, Alice Priffon, according to the detectives, said she had been forced to starve, and that she was . auite willing to live. '