The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 15, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 10 August 1911 — Page 2

Syracuse Journal W. G. CONNOLLY, Publisher. gYRACUSE. • - INDIANA. FISH DEALER MIXED ORDERS How Senator Frye on Angling Trip •« Sent Smoked Herring Home 't'*-Instead of Trout. * Far more unerring than by any breather bureau prediction, the approach of spring is indicated by the {gleam of the piscatorial fervor that irradiates the eyes of Senator Frye of Maine just before the opening of the fishing season. During the winter while the streams are Ice-bound and the spruce trees are white with snow, the senator loves, now and then, to relate a fish story. ' He tells of a memorable trip on .Which Senator Spooner joined him at bls choicest trout stream. They had It all arranged, after having called into counsel a reliable fish dealer and a trustworthy expressman, that a box of trout should arrive every other day at Senator Frye’s home to Indicate the success with which they were casting the fly. The plan worked beautifully—‘“of course we caught some, and some we ’didn’t”—but the expressman was fairly regular in the weight of fish forwarded, and the prepaid charges were about the same from day to day. All went well until one day a dispatch came from the Frye domicile: /‘Rush two more boxes smoked herrings. They are great. Are the salt mackerel running also?" There was a busy time with the wires just then, for the fish dealer had got his orders mixed, and instead of shipping fresh trout to Frye’s home, he had sent herring—thoroughly smoked. But the senator was equal to it. Camp supplies had been mixed with the fish caught that day—of course. He hastened to reply: “You received the bait by mistake. biit smoked herring will ever icatch fresh trout, you know.” Senator Spooner usually concludes the tale truthfully by giving the return message: “Received the bait, and taken it sio— hook and all.”—National Magazine. J— To the Potato Bins. ‘‘New York hotels have never been asked to provide cyclone cellars for their guests,” said a hotel clerk, “but every time a big storm comes up dozens of terror-stricken women implore us to conduct them to some subterranean vault where they can hide away from lightning. In cases of extreme fright we conduct them to the potato bins. "Storms are not severe enough in this part of the world to warrant the Inost enterprising hotel man in fitting up underground suites as a refuge for lightning, but the cellars where we store potatoes and other vegetables are just about as far away from lightning as it is possible to get, so every stormy day it is nothing unusual to see a procession of well-dressed women hiking for the potato blns.” 4 • Salesmen Honest at Heart. The salesmen for “get rich quick" concerns are usually well intentioned, (but misguided men. The World’s Work quotes one of them who, after the collapse of an irrigation bond bubble in which he had been entangled, renounced the business of selling securities altogether. “I know!,” said the salesman, “that it is a great and splendid business, and that most of it is legitimate and straight; but I made one awful blunder and I should sooner live on a little bit of an income for the rest of my life than risk making another of the same sort. The worst of it is that it is business where somebody else pays for your mistakes; and the temptation to be careless is too big.”

I 1 Stolen Eloquence. Dr. C. W. Aked,, the famous minister, responded to the toast of “Eloquence” ait a banquet at San Francisco. "But it is better to be silent,” said Dr. Aked in conclusion, “tjian to be eloquent by unfair means. “There was once a divine whose good wife: said to him: “ ‘James, dear, the Rev. Dr. Tenthly has made; over S2OO by the publication of a volume of sermons. You preach much better than Dr. Tenthly, dear. Why don’t you print a few of your sermons?’' “‘My love,’ the man whispered hoarsely, ‘they were all printed long ago.’ ’’ “Dry” Humor. With a siightly puzzled expression the mistress of the house listened to the resonant street cry: “Rags and bottles! Rags and bottles!" "Why, do you suppose,” she said to her husband, “do they put those words together?" “Because,” he replied, “wherever you find bottles, you find rags.”—Exchange. Not His Grandmother. i - "Can’t I get off this afternoon to go to a funeral?” asked the office boy. “Whose funeral?” asked the man with a cynical smile. "I guess it’s goin’ to be the home [team’s** In Moat Cases. Biff—What’s the difference between capital and labor? Whiff—Well, you loan me s2o—- — capital, see? I Biff—Yes, and if I want to get tt bach — that’s labor —Puck.

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ITHIN the past few years representatives of outdoor sports among the women of this country have multiplied and increased to a greater extent than in any previous era. Although in the years past there have been a few devotees of the more strenuous

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sports and recreations, the modern woman has just begun to realize all that outdoor life means to her, and the benefits she may derive thereby. A great number of the women who are today living a life of health and pleasure in the outdoor world have developed from timid, feeble beings of no physique whatever, whose only so-called pleasures were found over cards and other social functions the nature of which not only sap the I physical, but ifnpair the mental vitality as ! well. These women date their convalescent period from the time these enervating pastimes were abandoned for a life free from petty worries and cares—the life of the great outdoors.

What a blessing it would be to womankind if more husbands and brothers, being sportsmen themselves, would say oftener: “Come, go with me into the woodland’s cool retreat, to the clear lake where lurk the wily bass, and the air is filled with the fragrance of growing things," or perhaps, “Come where Bob White is hiding in the lonely willow swale.” As ‘ a rule, man is, or has been, a selfish creature where sport is concerned, and until recent years has considered his work well done when after a fortunate day of sport he came home, glowing with exercise and vigor bringing the fish or game for the “meek and humble” wife to prepare. But mankind also is beginning to “see the error of his ways,” and each season there are more and more recruits to the army of happy men who have fitted their wives out with all necessary equipment for the life outdoors, whether to meet the requirements of the gentle art of angling or the more exerting though not less congenial recreation with the gfrn. In the United States, those women who have asserted themselves, either for their inherent love for nature, or the acquired attachment that invariably springs up—the result of close communion with nature —have proven the equal, and not infrequently the superior of man contestants, in games that try the utmost skill and endurance in his or her special sport. To the woman who has, as she will probably express it, “lost her health,” and whose strength and courage with which to combat every-day tribulations is fast deserting her, the one physician who can answer every time as positive to a permanent cure is old Doctor Outdoors, and his prescriptions are many and varied. This physician will never advise a timid, nervous woman to go for the first time, armed with shotgun, nor would he tell a woman who never had held before a more formidable weapoji than a “straight flush” to start out after big game without some preliminary instructions In this line. The first advice would be: Learn to love the outer world, cultivate a taste for natural beauty, learn to look, learn to listen, learn to walk correctly, to tread the woodland paths lightly, and learn to breathe, fully and freely expanding, exhaling, till the blood coursing merrily through every vein brings a warm glow to cheeks that have long been pinched and faded. « In using the terms, looking and listening, I refer to the cultivation of the senses, without which life in the open air loses much of its enchantment. Cultivate the sense of hearing; when out alone in the woods, pause occasionally and note how many different sounds you can hear distinctly and remember. Perhaps it is the music of a stream as it ripples softly over a bed of gravel; maybe it is the voice of the waterfull as It tumbles over great bowlders or through a narrow gorge, and simultaneously you may hear the twitter of feathered songsters in the neighboring trees, and the cry of some great bird of prey on its pilgrimage through the air, while away off in the opposite direction comes the faint tinkle of a cowbell. While grapsing these separate, distinct sounds and storing them in your mind your eyes have kept busy. Perhaps you may notice a bent or broken twig or a bush near by, so your eye Involuntarily follows the course of the path and seeks the next shrub to find more bent in the same manner. Your conclusions

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are rapid. Some animal has passed tb at way. As the twigs alone, and not the branches being mutilated, you know the animal has not rushe by in fright, and the nipped leaves higher up will indicate the leisurely passage of some herbivorous animal, and if you feel inclined to so - low this trail you will be rewarded in the end by finding a stray horse, as at first surmised. Not big game, far from but you have learned one lesson in the book of woodcraft, ■which Is only a page of the many volumes yet in store for the earnest student. It may have been smaller tracks that have claimed your attention, tracks that are visible in the soft earth. Learn to distinguish those of a rabbit from those the squirrel has made. This is easy if you will be member that in running the rabbit places both fore feet close together and spreads the hind feet apart, while the squirrel places all feet at nearly equal distance apart. In using the olfactory sense you can stand perfectly still and tell what trees or bush is in blossom. Truly, one season spent out of doors in cultivation and close observation will be of more real benefit than years over books. These things, then, are the first rudiments toward that higher education, the education of the outdoor woman. Perhaps the most important thing to be considered during the preparatory stage is the clothing to be worn, for without comfortable attire, advanced lessons will be of little real benefit. Although the outing costume varies with the individual taste, and also with the expense to be considered, still the most -popular and the one universally adapted to most needs is a suit consisting of a plain short' skirt worn over knickerbockers, a coat of the same material, which may be made plain for camping purposes alone, or supplied with the proper pockets for hunting and fishing. A soft flannel shirt will be found more convenient than a waist, and stout shoes worn with leggings are lighter and less fatiguing than the high top boots, although they may be worn to advantage in colder weather or where there is a rough tramp to be taken. A soft felt hat, or cap with generous visor to protect the eyes completes the costume. After simplicity, durability is an item to be considered. Strong, serviceable duck, canvas and khaki cloth are durable and easily cleaned, but of recent yeqrs whole suits of waterproof material can be had at such reasonable cost that it is folly and a greater expense to make one’s outing garments at home. Cultivate a love for nature, which you can do with neither rod nor gun, the use of which implements of pleasure should come after the first rudiments are mastered. With new strength and nerve gained through a life out of doors will also come new courage and confidence. In some respects the prevailing variety of sport is characteristic of that portion of country wherein it Is most indulged. In the southern and some of the eastern states, fox hunting is one of the most popular of recreations, as the physical features and topography of the country make it the natural home of the fox, red and gray; and in the sunny south for generations fox hounds have been bred with the exhilaration of the chase in view; horses have been Judiciously bred in order to keep up with the hounds; and who may say but that the beauty of the famous women, especially of Kentucky, has not been

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established through generations bi rising tc hounds in the open air, for it is a sport that is Indulged in to a great extent by women, and it is worthy of note that they have proved to be the most fearless as well as most graceful of riders. In the wilder portions of the west where the turbulent broncho and the fiery mustang hold supreme sway, riding is one of the prevalent modes of enjoyment, although in a very different manner from that of riding to hounds, for the ■western horsewoman differs as much from the cultivated horsewoman of the south and east as the broncho differs fronj the thoroughbred: and yet the daughters of the west are fearless riders, many of whom are expert ropers and spend their spare moments in the healthful, albeit rude, atmosphere of the camp. Archery claims many devotees who are very e-.thusiastic over their favorite pastime, but as yet the game of William Tell has not gained national pre-eminence. It seems to be growing In popularity, however. More than a century before our beloved Izaac Walton had published his immortal work, “The Complete Angler,” another book was written on the subject so dear to the heart of the angler—this by a venerable dame, Julianna Berners. It was called “Treatyse of Fysshynge wyth an Angle,” and even |n that remote time (1496) there must have been the same existing charm of outdoor life and proof that a woman might profit by this recreation either beside still waters or running stream, as demonstrated in the old dame’s words: “It nede be the dysporte of fyshynge wyth an angle, that causeth a long life, and a mery.” And truly, what life can be more full of the sweet, seductive charm than an outing beside a running brook? Take a warm day in» early spring when all nature is awakening from her long winter sleep. Go away off “far from the maddening crowd” to some sequestered nook where the trees are beginning to wear their green dress of the season, and where the lark sings. Take with you the light rod and little coaxer, and try your luck with the finny tribe. It is not all luck, however, and it is interesting as well as instructive to note under what conditions the greatest amount of success in angling can be attained. From a practical viewpoint, angling has much to recommend it as an enjoyable means of recreation, as the sport need not be made an expensive one, although with angling as with all other sports, it may be made as expensive as one would wish, according to the richness of the outfit to be employed and enjoyed. Many an old fisherman, and any little boy will tell you that he can eatch more fish using a pole cut from a neighboring tree, with home-made tackle, than with the most elaborate set of bamboo rods and flys ever manufactured. Trap shooting is a great sport and claims s number of women devotees in this country as well as abroad; it is said that Queen Margharita of Italy is an adept with both shotgun and rifle, . trap shooting being her favorite diversion. Gradually but persistently the outdoor woman and lover of this means of recreation is asserting herself, and at present time plans are under way to perfect an organization composed of the women trap shooters of the United States. At the head of this movement is one of the most enthusiastic and able representatives of trap shooting among the fair sex. More than ever women are beginning to realize how much outdoor life means to them, and they will soon find that no one but the doctor has a kick coming if they spend their vacation in the wilderness or on the plains. My advice is “Throw your powder rags and medicine bags to the first stray goat you meet and come with me into the open,” thereby placing your name upon the great roster as an outdoor woman.

OJP cOTcr* Mg) iHt I rSBMR / LITTLE BOY KNEW REASON Steam Came Out of the Spout of Kettle so That Mamma Might Open Father’s Letters. ‘Papa,” said the hopeful youth, ‘can you tell me what is natural philosophy ?" “Os course I can,” said papa, proud and relieved to find that there was at last something he could tell his offspring. “Natural philosophy is the science of cause and reason. Now, for instance, you see the steam coming out of ti e spout of the kettle, but you don’t know why or for what reason it does so, and ” “Oh, but I do, papa!” chirped the hope of the household. “The reason the steam comes ou,t of the kettle is so that mamma may open your letters without your knowing it!” THAT’S ALL HE DID LEAVE. ' Ar Muldoon —Sure, an’ it’s sorry Oi am to hear that your husband’s dead, Mrs. Casey. Did he lave yez anything? , Mrs. Casey—Yis, Mr. Muldoon, he left me a widow. « Tough on Texas. A young lieutenant from a NewYork regiment surveyed the Texas scenery gloomily and reflected upon hts great distance from the lights of Broadway. The smoke from a smjelter and the swirling sand froip/the low lying hills had spoiled the lieutenant’s disposition. “Tell me,” said an editor from El Paso, “isn’t there some hidden purpose behind this mobilization?” “There is,” replied the lieutenant; “we are going to force Mexico to take back Texas.” —Success. Darkness Didn’t Help. Bacon —I see a London lecturer declares that music, to be heard in perfection, should be heard in absolute darkness. Egbert—Well, I heard a phonograph going in a London fog, once, but it seemed very far from perfection to me.—Yonkers Statesman. «|f”—Maybe. Father of the Fair One —How can you possibly think of marrying my daughter? You say that by the strictbest economy you can save only $lO a month! Poor but Worthy Poet—Oh, yes; but if we both save, it will be S2O. Not That Kind of a Father. “Johnny, you must comb your hair before you come to school.” “I ain’t got no comb.” “Borrow your father’s." “Pa ain’t got no comb, either.” “Doesn’t he comb his hair?” “He ain’t got no hair.” Mixed Figures. “They are certainly numerically mixed in that town.” “How so?” “They make it a primary condition that the secondary schools should have a third portion of the quarterly report.” Legislatively Expressed. “No one can go wrong if he follows the ten commandments,” said the sincere citizen. “Yes,” replied Senator Sorghum; ‘the only trouble about the ten commandments arises from the amendments people try to tack on to them.” Making Ends Meet. His Wise —But don’t you think joining the golf club is rather an extravagance?” “Not if we economize in other ways. I thought we might give up our pew In church.” —Life. Literal Payments. “I know, dear, you are careless about paying your bills, but here is an account you ought really to clean up.” •What is it?” “Your laundry bill.”

WANTED HIS FEE IN ADVANCE Physician Had Good Reason for In sisting on Money Before Treating Patient for Insomnia. “Doctor,” said the caller, “I’m a victim of insomnia. Can you cure me?’ “I can,” replied the physician. “But before I take the case I want to ask you one question. Are you in business for yourself or do you work® for others?” “I’m employed in a grocer’s shop,” answ-ered the patient. “Theh you’ll have to pay in ad vance,” said the doctor. “I’m not doubting your honesty, but I get through with you the chances are you will sleep so soundly you’ll lose your job. Then you can’t pay me.” The Military Rule. A southern farmer was trying tc sell a mule to a negro who two years before had been kicked on the head by the animal. “Os course,” said the farmer, “this mule kicks, but ” “I don’ wan’ him,” objected the col ored man emphatically. “Just because he kicks?” asked the farmer, with an air of contempt. “Humph!” grunted the negro. “Dat mule don’t kick. He shoots.”—Popular Magazine. Not to Be Encouraged. An Oklahoma editor was much interested in a scientific note he encountered in an eastern paper, to the effect that if the earth were flattened the sea would be two miles deep al! over the world. The editor reprinted this note with the following comment: “If any man is caught flattening the earth, shoot hjm on the spot. There’s a whole lot of us in this state who can’t swim.”—Success Magazine. A Poor “Worm." ® ' Yease —It is said that silkworms fed on different leaves produce silks of varied colors; thus vine leaves produce a bright red, and lettuce an emerald green. Crimsonbeak —Well, when this particular worm produces a Silk dress for his. wife, he doesn’t feel like eating anything for a month.” —Yonkers Statesman. Cheated. Manager—What’s the leading lady in such a tantrum about? Press Agent—She only got nine bouquets over the footlights tonight. Manager—Great Scott! Ain’t that enough? Press Agent—Nope—she paid for ten. Endless Suspicion. “Why can’t that manager and the prima donna come to a friendly understanding?” “It’s impossible. If business is good she is sure to feel that the man ager is getting her work too cheap. And if business is bad he is certain that she isn’t earning her salary.” The Only Thing. Guest (after a particularly bad lunch) —There is one thing on your table which is unsurpassed in the finest hotels in London. Seaside Hotel Proprietor—Very kind of you to say so, sir. May I ask what you refer to? Guest —The salt! —London Opinion. WALL STREET. II ■ / I ■ /JwWo ' ■ • ■ Mandy—Why, Cyrus, yer must hev walked yerself ter death in New ■ York, yer looks so tired. Cyrus—Thet’s what I did. I wu3 tryin’ ter find thet street wot wuz i full of bulls an’ bears. i r From the Farmer. “Out whole neighborhood has been stirred up,” said the regular reader. The editor of the country weekly ; seized his pen. “Tell me all about it,” - he said. “What we want is news. What stirred it up?” “Plowing,” said the farmer.—Drift- - wood. ’ Hobble Impossible. Jack—l thought you told me hobble skirts were worn in this town? That - isn’t one. Fred—Oh, that is the dressmaker. She can’t wear one, because she has . to chase after the others to collect r her bills.—Exchange. Knew Him. Church —And what sort of a man is s your neighbor? i Gotham—Oh, he’s the kind of a ’ man who would cheerfully get up and give his seat to a lady—in a dentist’s chair.—Yonkers Statesman.