The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 25, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 20 October 1910 — Page 6

WHY NEW ORLEANS » I CITY IS LOGICAL POINT FOR WORLD’S PANAMA EXPOSITION. Its Geographical Position and Many Other Considerations Mark It as Most Suitable Spot for Dedication of Great Work. Public sentiment has decided that the completion of the Panama Canal in 1915 shall be celebrated with a great International Exposition in which all the nations of the world may participate; and the question of where this Exposition is to be held will be settled by Congress at its approaching session. New Orleans and San Francisco are contesting for the honor of holding this Exposition, and both cities have guaranteed immense sums of money as an evidence of their ability to finance so great an enterprise. An Exposition worthy of the term "World’s Fair,” such as New Orleans proposes to build, will be a great educational movement. Its success as such, however, will depend entirely upon the percentage of obr population who can secure its educational advantages, this in turn, depends upon its as the time in traveling to and. from the Exposition, and the cost in .railroad and Pullijnan fares, are the most important factors. Considering these matters, New Orleans’ claims to being the “Logical Point” for this Panama Exposition, seem to! be fully substantiated by the following facts: — New Orleans is 500 milefe from th® center of population In the United States. San Francisco is 2,500 miles distant therefrom. Within a radius of 500 miles from New Orleans there are 17,500,000 people. Within the same rhdius from San Francisco there are only 2,000,000. Within a radius of 1,000 miles from New Orleans, there are 65,000,000. Within the same radius from San Francisco there are only 6,000,000. At an average of 900 miles from New Orleans, there are 70 ofj our principal cities w’lth a combined population qf 20,000,000. Averaging 900 miles from San Francisco (there are only 8 large cities, with a combined population of just 1,000,000. The average distance of all these cities to New Orleans is 792 miles, — to San Francisco 2,407 miles. Over 75 per cent, of the people of the United States could go to* an Exposition there at an average expense for railroad fare of $12.50, as against an average of $37.50 to the Pacific Coast; and for several- millions of opr people, the Pullman fare and Dining Car expenses alone, for a trip !to San Francisco, would amount to more than all their (transportation expenses for a trip to New Orleans. w This is- an important public question to be settled by Congress at the session which convenes in December. Many of pur readers will wish to visit this World’s Panama Exposition, and If held in New Orleans a great many more could spare the time and money for the trip than could go to San Francisco. Therefore, we urge our readers to write to the two senators from thia State and the congressman from this district, requesting them to support New Orleans in the contest Mrs. Briggs’ Speech. If brevity is the soul of wit, one of -the wittiest speeches ph record was made by a woman. Mrs; Briggs lived tn the northern part of Indiana I a long distance from any village. Hearing that the Rev. Mr. Goodwin was to preach in a township some twenty miles distant, she resolved to be present, and is no other way offered, she walked the twenty miles. The pastor heard of this, and was bo pleased at the appreciation which It showed that at the close of (the sermon he mentioned the fact to the congregation, and called upon Mrs. Briggs to tell them how she came. ( Rising' slowly, she looked over the audience! with great solemnity, and said: “I hoofed It.” Then she sat down again .—Youth's Companion. DR. MARTEL’S FEMALE PILLS. Seventeen Years the Standard. Prescribed and recommended for Women’s Ailments. A scientifically prepared remedy of proven worth. The result from their use is quick and permanent For sale at all Drug Stores. j Uncalled For. •‘I hear the old bridge outside of Plunkville has collapsed.” “Yes!; and the town council can’t understand it. We had just given that bridge a coat of paint. Why, it looked like new." —Louisville Courier-Journal. TRY MURINE EYE REMEDY for Red, Weak, Weary, Watery Eyes and Granulated Eyelids. Murine Doesn’t Smart—-Soothes Eye Pain. Druggists Sell Murine Eye Remedy, Liquid, 25c, 50c, SI.OO. Murine Eye Salve in Aseptic Tubes, 25c, SI.OO. Eye Books and Eye Advice Free by Mail. Murine Eye Remedy Co., Chicago. An Ohio man aged 70 married a girl aged 20 and deeded her 500 acres of land. Then she had plenty of grounds 'tor divorce. Instant Relief for All Eyes, that are irritated from dust, heat, sun oi wind, PETTIT'S EYE SALVE, 25c. Al druggists or Howard Bros., Buffalo, N. Y If in search of a close friend selecl one with a close mouth. Mrs. Wlnaiow’H Soothing Syrup. ■torchndren teething. softens tuoguuis,. reducesln nilaTfcoiun.cureswindcoue. iau abolUs The false prophet has both eyes oi the profits.

THE ART OF ADVERTISING By ELBERT HUBBARD The things that live are the things that are well advertised. The thoughts that abide are those that are strongly ably defended, well expressed. j - All literature is advertising, and all written advertising that grips attention Is literature. The world accepts a man or an institution at the estimate it places on Itself. To let the rogues and fools expound and explain you to the multitude, and you yourself make no sign, Is to allow the falsehood to pass as current coin. And soon it becomes legal tender. According to the common iaw of England a path across your property once used by the people is theirs for all time. In America millions of dollars are now being expended by certain successful firjns and corporations to correct a wrong impression that has been allowed to get a foothold in the public mind concerning them. You must advertise, wisely and discreetly, sb as to create a public opinion that is favorable to you. To stand still is to retreat. To worship the god Terminus is to have the Goths and Vandals, that skirt the borders of every successful venture, pick up your Termini and carry them inland, long miles, between the setting of the sun and his rising. To hold the old customers, you must get out after the new. When you think you are big enough, there is lime in the bones of the boss, and a noise like a buccaneer is heard in the offing. The reputation that endures, or the institution that lasts, is the one that Is properly advertised. The only names in Greek history that we know are those which Herodotus and Thucydides graved with deathlesd styli. The men of Rome who lived and tread thje boardwalk are those Plutarch took up and writ their names large on! human hearts. All that Plutarch knew of Greek heroes was what he read in Herodotus. All that Shakespeare knew of classic Greece and Romp, and the heroes of that far-off time, is what he dug out of Plutarch's lives. And about all that most people now know of Greece and Rome they got from Shakespeare. Plutarch boomed his Roman friends and matched each favorite with some Greek, written of by Herodotus. Plutarch wrote of the men he liked, some of whom we know put up good mazuma to cover expenses. Horatius still stands at the bridge, because a poet placed him there. Paul Revere rides adown the night giving his warning cry, because Longfellow pet the meters in a gallop. Across the waste of waters the enemy calls upon Paul Jones to surrender, and the voice of Paul Jones echoes back, “Damn your souls, we have not yet begun to fight!” And the sound of the fearless voice has given courage to countless thousands tojsnatch victory frpm the jaws of defeat. In Brussels there is yet to be heard a sound of revelry by night only because Byron told of it. Commodore Perry, that rash and impulsive youth of 26, never sent that message, “We have met the enemy and they are ours,” but a good reporter didi and the reporter’s words live, while Perry's died on the empty air. Lord Douglas never said: The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall In friendship grasp, The hand of such a Marmion clasp. Sir (Walter Scott made that remark on white paper with an eagle’s quill, and schoolboys’ hearts will beat high as they scorn the proffsred hand on Friday afternoons, for centuries to come. Virginius lives in heroic mold, not for what he said or did, but for the 'words put into his mouth by a, man Wno pushed what you call a virile pen and .wrote such an ad for Virginius as he could never have written for himself. Andrew J. Rowan carried the message to Garcia all right, but the deed would have been lost in the dust bin of time, and quickly, too, were it not for George H. Daniels, who etched the act into the memory of the race, and fixed the deed in history, sending it down the corridors of time with the rumble of the Empire State Express, so that today it is a part of the current coin of the mental realm, a legal tender wherever English is spoken. All literature is advertising. Add all genuine advertisements are literature. The author advertises men, times, places, deeds, events and things. His appeal is to the universal human soul. If he does not know the heart-throbs of men and women, their hopes, joys, ambitions, tastes, needs and desires, his work will Interest no one but himself and his admiring friend. Advertising is fast becoming a fine art. Its theme is Human Wants and where, when and how they may be gratified. It interests, inspires, educates—sometimes amuses—informs, and thereby uplifts and benefits, lubricating existence and helping the old world on its way to the Celestial City of Fine Minds.

a The reason a man can’t afford • • to advertise is because he is try- c • ing to do business without ad- • • vertislng. •

♦•••••••••••••••••••••••• J • J • Advertise something the • 5 people want, in away that • 2 carries conviction, and they • • will respond, no matter how • • many miles they have to • • travel to do so. J • If you want to sell any- • • thing that is of use to the • • public—advertise! 2 • If you want to do any- J • thing—people a country, J • build a railroad, or hold a • • convention —advertise! ! • Mr. Merchant, advertis- ! • ing the right sort of goods • • honestly and intelligently in • • the advertising columns of ! ; the newspaper that goes • ; home is profitable advertis- • : ing. • •••••••••••••••••••••••a**

NEWSPAPER IS BEST MEDIUM Excels All Others in Effectiveness, • Declares Big Philadelphia Advertiser. That newspaper advertising excels all other in effectiveness "was the declaration made by Thomas Martindale, president of the Poor Richard club of Philadelphia and himself an extensive advertiser, in an address made by him before the Lebanon, Pa., board of trade. The occasion of Mr. Martindale’s address was a reception given In his honor by the Lebanon board of trade, at the close of which he addressed the members, who include the leading business men of that city. Mr. Martindale advised the merchants pres-, ent to advertise regularly in their home newspapers. He said: “Make your advertisements truthful and sincere. Get a reputation for honest advertising. “Don’t expect patrons to rush into your store in a mob following one advertisement. Patrons must be educated to your methods of advertising. The tendency of the times is to have one price and do uoaest business. You are behind the age if you do not advertise. I don’t see how any merchant can do a profitable business if he doesn’t advertise.” Paying the Cost. Advertising is expensive, yes, very expensive to the merchant who does none of it. He doesn’t know it though, and to talk to him about advertising is like talking into an empty barrel — everything sounds hollow. He doesn’t have to advertise, his “daddy did not advertise and he got rich.” Yes, “daddy” died and left him his business, and, unfortunately, that’s about all he did leave him. You don’t have to advertise, no, not a bit of it; but you are paying for the advertising your competitors are doing. What our forefathers did, or failed to do, cuts no ice with modern business and business methods. If you expect to stay in business and succeed you must advertise. Just as sure as you do not, one of these days the sheriff and auc. tioneer will be singing the requiem over your financial grave to a crowd that has very little sympathy for a back-number merchant. You don’t have to take our advice —you may advertise and succeed, or let it alone and bust. Do which ever you please. —Texas Merchant. b

•••••••••••••••••••••••a®® • The best asset you have is the • • good will of the public, and to » • secure this and hold It, adver- • • tising is necessary. And the c • more »uccessful you are the • • more necessary it is that you • • should place yourself in a true, • • just and proper light before the • world, ere the lies crystalize, • and you find yourself buried un- • • dec a mountain of falsehood. For J • “Be thou as chaste as ice, as • • pure as snow, thou canst not es- J • cape calumny.” And the more • • successful you are, the finer ® get are you for rumor. The only • • man who is really safe is the J • man who does nothing, thinks • • nothing, says nothing, has noth- J o ing. He is the only one who • • need not advertise. J • •••••••••••••••••••••••I®®;

The Boy, the Pump, and the Ad. It does not pay to advertise, say some merchants who have done little of it, and that without keeping it up. The incident of the boy and the pump illustrates the matter very well. The boy was sent after a pail of water. He poured in the priming water, and pumped out as much as he poured in. Then he stopped to rest, and the priming ran down. After some time of al-« ternate pumping and resting he con-, eluded it did not pay to pump and quit, in disgust. The merchant who does: not believe in advertising does it like the boy who did the pumping. He advertised once and then concluded ad vertising didn’t pay.—North Adam.(Mass.) Herald. Roosevelt Hasn't Done This. Colonel Roosevelt has perhaps delivered a greater number of addresses on a greater number of subjects than any other man. who Is prominent in American life today. But he has not made a speech on one subject with which he is especially and fortunately familiar —the value of advertising.— Rome (N. Y.) Sentinel.

Zelda Dameron By MEREDITH NICHOLSON Copyright, 1904. by The Bobbs-Merrill Co.

CHAPTERXXIV . “I think I have begun to live,” said Zelda the next afternoon. She sat in the parlor at home, talking to her Uncle Rodney. Her father was out walking about, the neighborhood. He had not been down-town since the crisis in his affairs, which had left him much broken. He had been disposed to accept his brother-in-law’s kind offices warily at first, but Zelda had reassured him as to her uncle’s friendly intentions, and it was a relief to him to be able to shift the responsibility of adjusting his affairs to other shoulders. To ail intents and purposes nothing had changed, and beyond the shortlived gossip of business men who knew him personally, Ezra Dameron’s losses passed unnoticed. Olive, who was Zelda’s closest friend, never knew just what had happened. Zelda merely told her cousin that her father had gone through some business trouble, but that it had all been straightened out again. Mrs. Forrest knew even Jess than this; there was, Rodney Mejrriam said, no manner of use in discussing the loss of Zelda’s fortune with his sister, and talking about family matters was a bore anyhow. Rqdney was surprised at his own amiable acceptance of the situation; but it had resulted in linking him closer to Zelda’s life; she was dependent on him now as she might never have been otherwise; and as for Ezra Dameron, he was a pitiful object, whose punishment was doubtless adequate. It was possible for Rodney Merriam to sit in the parlor of the old house in which he had been born, and talk to Zelda with an ease and pleasure that he had "not known since she came home and went to her father instead of going to live with her aunt or with himself, which would have been the sensible thing for her to do. “I think I have begun to live,” repeated Zelda. “I hope you are happy, Zee. To De happy’s the main thing. There is nothing else in the wide world that counts; and I say it, whose life has been a failure.” “You shouldn’t talk so! You must remember that I’m letting you be good to me, kinder and more helpful than any one ever was before to anybody, just because you said you couldn’t be happy any other way.” “Yes; I’m going to lead a different life,” he said, ironically. “It doesn’t pay to cherish the viper of enmity in one’s bosom. But I suppose there’s a certain fun in hating people, even though you never get a chance to even up with them.” “You still have a little lingering paganism in you. But it’s disappearing. Olive tells me that you and Captain Pollock have quite hit it off. He ought to have called you out and made you fight for the snubbings you gave him.” VBah! I’m a little absent-minded, that’s all.” But Merriam smiled when he remembered Pollock. “By the way, I’ve accepted his invitation for to-mor-row afternoon to drive out to the post site with him. I believe you are asked’; And Olive and Morris? Which wing of our family is Pollock trying to forean into, will you kindly tell me? He has shown you rather marked attention, it seems to me.” “You are quite likely to have a niece In the army. I fancy that it’s all arranged; of course, it’s been .Olive all the time. She hasn’t told mq’ yet—but she doesn’t have to tell me!*? It rained the next day afed Pollock telephoned to the members as his party that the excursion would be> postponed? Zelda hoped that Olive wotlld come up to the house, and when tj£e bell rang she thought it was her .cousin and called to the black Angelaie, who still acted as Polly’s assistant, to bring Miss Merriam directly up stairs. But it was Morris Leighton whom /the girl announced. “I’ll be down in a moment,” she said, but she waited, sitting at the table, where she had so often pondered great and little matters during the year, a troubled look upon her face, considering many things. The fact that her mother and Morris’ father had once been lovers, as blurted out by her father in his rage and confirmed by her uncle, had impressed her profoundly; she was not a morbid girl, but there seemed something uncanny in the etory, and she had determined that Morris should never again speak words of love to her. It was all too pitiful; she had no right to any happiness that Morris might bring her; and here again her mother’s memory seemed to follow and lay a burden upon her. She was sorry that she had not asked the maid to exctise her, but it was too late and she weiA down to the parlor with forebodingdn her heart I Morris was standing at the window watching the rain beat upon the asphalt in khe narrow street outside. He turned/quickly as he heard her step. | “You are h brave man to venture out in a storm Hike this! Os course, you knew that dur excursion is oft? Captain Pollock/telephoned that we’d wait until a better day.” “I understood so. But I was keyed t- vacation pitch and I thought you wouldn’t minil if I came—if I didn’t stay very longr.” “Os, of course—if you don’t stay very long; but you needn’t stand—all the time! ” I “You wouldn|t have had me keep my office a dreary Afternoon like this. It’s rather cheerless! in our office on rainy days, I should hike you to know.” Her father came to the door and hesitated. I “Won’t you comb and share our fire, father?” Zelda askffcd. “N®, oh, no! I’my quite busy. It’s a very bad day, Mr. Ledghton.” He turned and they presentlAheard him climbing the stairs to his npom. It was very still in ifhe parlor, and the wind outside through the old cedars in accompaninqent to the ■plash of the rain. It was, very sweet to her to know that was so \

near; there was in his presence in the house at this unwonted hour of the day a suggestion of something intimate and new. She was looking away from him into the fire when he rose and drew close to her. “I have come to ask you to do something for me,” he said. "1 want you to sing me the song—my song—the one that means—so much —that means everything.” “I can’t, I can’t! Please don’t ask me”—and she clenched her hands upon her knees. “You hurt me once —when you knew you did, when you wished me -to be hurt, when I spoke to you of the song - -of my song—of our song! But I want you to sing it to me now, Zee, and if you can sing it and then tell me that you don’t care—that you don’t know what love is—then I shall never again speak to you—of love —or anything.” “No; I don’t know —the song. I can’t sing it —ever again!” “Is it because you are afraid —is that it? You can’t wound me now by anything that you may say; but if you will sing me the song and then tell me that your word will always be no, then I shall go away, Zee, and I shall never trouble you again.” She remembered, as she listened with her head bowed over her hands, the first time she had heard his voice, that was deep and strong. It was only a year ago, in Mrs. Carr’s drawingroom. She rose and walked away and lookout through the window upon the rainswept street; she saw the wet leaves clinging in the walk; it was a desolate picture; and something of the outer color, the change of the year, touched her. “I can’t sing your song—any song’’ and she turned to him suddenly with laughter in her eyes. “My throat is very .painful,” she 'added and laughed. “Zee” —and he drew still nearer, so that he could have put out his hand and touched her. “Please,” she begged, grave again, "please forget all about the song—and me! I wish you to—very much. Thera are reasons —a great many reasons why you must forget all about the song you liked, and everything that I may—suggest to you. Won’t you believe me —please?” “There can’t be any reasons that make any difference.” “You can be kind if you will,” she said, “and merciful.” “There is a reason; there is myself. I’m not fit to call your name or to stand near you. I have little to offer; but I love you, Zee” —and the sincerity of his plea touched her, so that she did not speak for a moment, but stood, staring at the rain-beaten pane with eyes that saw- nothing. “You could spare me—if you would,” she said. “I would give my life for you,” he answered, steadily, unyieldingly. “But I can’t let you put me aside —for any idle fears or doubts; You must tell me what troubles you; you have not told me that you did not care. I shall not go until you tell me what it is that weighs against me. I have a right to one or the other.” She looked at him suddenly; it would be easy to say that she did not care; but her eyes filled at the thought, and she turned to the window again. The beat of hoofs upon the hard street struck her with a sense of the world’s vastness and the wind in the cedars sang like a mournful prophet of the coming winter. She could not tell him that he meant nothing to her, when he meant so nearly all; but if she should set up a barrier, it might be enough and he would go. “You know we have had trouble—that my father has met with losses—and he needs me. My duty is here; that must be a sufficient reason.” “No,” he said, instantly, “that is not a reason at all. Zee. You are doing for your father all that you could be asked to do —and I should not ask you to do less.” “I must do all I can>’ she said. “There must be no question of loyalty. And now” —she turned to him smiling—“it’s very disagreeable outside; let us be cheerful indoors.” “Zee,” he began, gravely, Tm not so easily dismissed as that. There’s something that I want to say, that I shouldn’t dare say to you, if I did not love you. I knew months ago that you were showing a cheerful face to the world while you suffered.” “Please, oh, please!” and she lifted her hands to her face. “It is not kind! You must not!” “You made light of things that you knew were good; you said things often that you did not mean; but you were brave and strong and fine. I understood it, Zee. But now that is all out of the way. There is no use in thinking about it any more.” “No; but you must know that I talked to you as I did because —oh, because I hated goodness! I tried to hate it! It was because—father—but I mustn’t —speak of it” “I understand all about that Zee.” “But I am very old” —she went on, pityingly; “I am very old, and my girlhood—it all went away from me last year—and every day I had to act a part, and I did so many foolish things —you must have thought ” “That I loved you. Zee,” he declared, refusing to meet her on the ground she sought “The sweetest thing in the world,” she said, “must be —not to know —of evil; not to know!” and there was the pent-up heartache of a year in the sigh that broke from her. "Yes; it was all too bad, Zee; but we’ll find better things ahead—l’m sure of it” She was not ready to look into the future. Her mind was still busy with the year that had just ended. “I said so many things that I did not mean, sometimes, and I was hard—on you, when you meant to b® so kind; | but I’m sorry now."

“You were a little hard on m® now and then, but I think I liked it Some day I shall laugh about It” “I hope—l know—you will be a successful man,” she said, slowly, “and now let us.be good friends.” She turned as though to sit down and be quit of a disagreeable topic forever, but he drew a step nearer and took her hands. “Zee”— and the smile was all gone from his eyes—“there isn’t any such easy escape for you. Your reasons are no reasons. You have said all that there is to say, haven’t you? But you haven’t said that you do not love me. If you will say that I shall go away, and if that is so I must know It now. She struggled to free her hands, but he held them tight She drew away from him, her face very white. Suddenly she raised her eyes and looked at him. “You must let me go. I can’t tell you why; but there can be nothing between you and me.” “I love you, Zee,” he said, steadily. “You must let me help you—if there is any trouble —if your father has met with some new difficulty——” “Oh, you don’t understand! It isn’t father —alone —I mean. I can’t tell you —I can’t speak of it—it was my mother—and your father —their unhappy story; but there is a fate in these things! It’s not that I don’t believe tn you; It’s because I have grown afraid of happiness! And it is all so strange, that you and I should meet here and that I should have hurt you last summer—maybe—as my mother hurt your father. And that was before I knew their story.” “I love you, Zee,” he said, simply and sincerely, as a man speaks who does not use words lightly. He put his arms about her and drew her close to him. The tears sprang into his eyes as he saw how wholly she yielded her girls’s heart to him and how little there remained to win. He felt her breath, broken with happy little sobs, against his face. “We have our own life to live, Zee; there is no fate that is stronger than love,” he said. Midnight had struck. The rain bad ceased and the autumn stars looked down benignly upon the world. It was very still in the Dameron house. Zelda sat dreaming before her tjable, her mother’s little book lying closed before her. A new heaven and a new earth had dawned for her on the day just ended, and in her heart there was peace. She rose and lighted a candle and went down through the silent old house, carrying the book in her hand. In the parlor a few coals still burned fitfully in the fireplace and she knelt before it, holding the book against her cheek. Then she poised it above the flames, hesitated a moment and let it fall where the embers were brightest. She watched the leather and paper curl and writhe until they ceased to be distinguishable, and still her eyes rested for a moment upon the place where they had been. She rose and held the candle close to a photograph of her mother that stood upon the mantel and studied it wistfully. “Mother, dear little mother! she whispered. “Morris!” Then with a smile of happy content showing in the soft light of the candle, she went out into the dark hall and up th® long stair to her room. (The end.)

A Few Don’ts for Womei. Don’t begrudge your husband a few hours spent with his -men friends. You meet friends. Be considerate and give him the same privilege. Don’t bother him with troublesome trifles that happen during the day. Don’t whine and complain over household difficulties. Don’t overwork and be tired and cross when he comes home. Your husband will see you tired and irritable where he will not be conscious of a few grains of dust which you may have dissipated at the expense of your strength. Don’t let yourself get old and ugly. Take time to keep yourself young and to cultivate good looks, if you can’t be beautiful try to be interesting. Don’t forget to cultivate your mind. Read about what is going ofr- in the great world, so that if he makes a remark on current events you will be able to answer him intelligently instead of giving him a blank stare. Don’t inquire how his business is unless you are sure from his face that he has something pleasant to tell you. A Good Gnesser. “If you want an answer to any question under the sun,” said Robert Edison, “ask a small boy. Did you ever hear about the mother of a bad boy who asked James Russell Lowell to write in her autograph album? The poet, complying, wrote the line: “‘What is so rare as a day in June?’ “Calling at this woman’s house a few days later, Lowell idly turned the pages of the album till he came to his own autograph and saw this answer: “‘A Chinaman, with whiskers.’ ” — Young's Magazine. „ Rubber and Gulta Percha. There are important distinctions between India rubber and gutta percha, and in the majority of purposes for which they are employed one cannot replace the other. While the trees yielding India rubber are well distributed over the tropical parts of the world and may be cultivated with more or less facility, the tree which furnishes gutta percha is to be found only in Borneo, Sumatra and the Malay archipelago generally. Alaa! the Poor Poet. Eattor—would very much ilk® to use your poem, sir, but the Q fact it, we are not in a condition to buy verse. Poet—-But you may use it for nothing; I would much like to see it in print Editor—Well, you see, we have a rule here that anything that isn’t paid for isn’t worth printing.—Boston Herald.

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