The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 28, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 9 November 1911 — Page 6

Syracuse Journal W. G. CONNOLLY, Publisher. SYRACUSE INDIANA OLD SAYINGS IN NEW DRESS But It Is Safe to Say That the New Versions Will Never Be Popular. Some diners were discussing the curiosities of composition when one of them remarked on the perfection of Gray’s Elegy. "Every line of it,” he said, “is perfect beyond the possibility of improvement. Take the third line of the first stanza, for instance: “ ‘The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way And leaves the world to darkness and to me.’ - “Just for the fun of the thing, let’s see if we can make any improvement in that third line.” With pencils and paper, some of the changes suggested were: “Homeward the plowman plods , his weary way;” “homeward the weary plowman plods his way;” “the weary plowman homeward plods his way;” “the weary plowman plods his homeward way; “the plowman weary plods his homeward way,” and still others. It was agreed that while all the new versions conveyed the Idea none was as musical or fitting in its place like the original. Then one of the party said: “Did you ever amuse yourself by turning common, everyday proverbs into big words?’ 1 Pencils were sharpened again, with the following results: “ ’Tis an fil wind that blows nobody good—” “that gale is truly diseased which puffeth benefactions to nonentity;” “Jet well enough alone”—“suffer a healthy sufficiency to remain undisturbed “don’t count your chickens before they are’ hatched —“enumerate not your anticipated pullets ere they cease to be oviform;” a stitch in time saves nine” —“the early utilization of i a needle on a rent obviates a ninefold ! application later.” It was agreed that ' the revised versions would never be- i come popular.—lndianapolis News. The Family Man. The man who makes a good, happy, ! intelligent home is the best man there is. It is the home that makes a nation great, and that cultivates the virtues that uplift and adorn humanity. The qualities of head and heart that go to the making of a good home belong to the, truest citizenship. If we have nothing but good homes in the land, this would be a great republic. When it is said of a man he is a good family man, it is the same as saying he makes his home a happy and intelligent place; he treats his •wife courteously and his children thoughtfully; he builds up a home on the lines of companionship, which he brightens with intelligence and aspirations; he loves his home and stays there except when business, social or« public duty calls him elsewhere; he delights in good books and music and art and flowers, and reflects in his life the effulgence of them all; he talks and thinks above the gossip and trivial things about him and often deals with the more serious and instructive concerns of life.—Ohio State Journal. Swayed by Toll of Bell. The Church of St. Nicaise, in the city of Rheims, is surrounded with pillars. When a certain bell in the tower is rung the top of one pillar always sways to the extent of seven inches on each side, although the base is immovable, and the stones are so firmly cemented as to seem like a solid piece of masonry. Notwithstanding that each of the four belle is about the same distance from the trembling pillar, none of the others has the slightest effect on it. Woman’s Relative Value. Once at the table of Sir James Knowles, editor of the Nineteenth Century, the tank ran on the relative physical and mental value of women. Turning to Sir Ray Lankester, the aged prime minister (Mr. Gladstone) said: “I “am of the opinion that the relative value of a man and a woman is in all classes of society about the same as it was in my grandfather’s time in Jamaica. When they wanted to negro they gave one hundred and twenty pounds for a man and eighty pounds for a woman, and,” he added, “that is a fair measure of their relative values the world over.” —The Strand. Famous Lutine Bell. The famous Lutine bell, which is always rung at Lloyds to call attention to the announcement of an overdue or missing ship, was recovered by diver’s from the wreck of the British ship Lutine, which went down over 112 years ago. The ship was on its way from England with treasure for the Hamburg banking houses when she sank. Only a small part of the gold and silver was ever brought up. Permanency of Taste. “Why don’t you put some new ideas into, your vaudeville sketch?” “Because,” replied the comedian, f \s‘my public has had experience and won’t have anything except standard, time-tried material. It regards a new idea as an effort to ring in a substitute.” Logical Conclusion Effort. “I bear that Jubbins is manufacturing electric buttons." “Yes, and he’s pushing the bus!-' ness.”

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MADE the 300 miles journey up to David, the capital of the Province of Chiriqui. In a coasting steamer of the house-boat type, with open lowei desk and galvanized iron roof over all—--20 feet out of water and only 6 feet draft with full load % David was founded somewhat more than a century ago by the the first of the Panaman Obaldias, who created a princely

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estate from a royal grant of land. Mangote, situated about 8 miles from the town, is now in the hands of lift great-grandsons, whose father was lately president of the republic. Before the revolutionary days many Chiricano landowners maintained a lordly estate in peace and prosperity. David is an attractive place, clean and orderly as a Dutch burg and picturesque as a Tyrolean hamlet. Along the broad, drab lengths of the streets are lined modest dwellings with whitewashed walls, red-tiled roofs, and blue and green doors and window shutters. The most pretentious residences are no more than two-storied frame structures, with 10 rooms at most and a patio in the rear. Os the 5,000 inhabitants perhaps 50 are “well to do,” in the conventional sense of the phrase. The remainder are superlatively poor, measured by the standard of dollars and cents, but passing rich in fact by reason of having

everything that they need and probably all they desire. Everyone seems to secure an easy livelihood, but precisely how is difficult to determine. A hard worker is not to be seen, but neither is a beggar nor a vagrant, and the municipality does not boast any such institution as an almshouse. However, the mattes, is divested of much of its mystery when one considers that land as prolific as any in the world is to be had for the taking, and a man’s outfit of clothing consists of three pieces—straw hat, shirt, and cotton trousers — while a woman gets along very well with one garment, and children are not encumbered to that extent. Although the dry season was well-nigh spent, everything looked fresh and green the morning that I galloped out upon the llano on my way to Divala. My moso, a long, lean fellow with a melancholy visage, followed at a pace which he never varied, but which later experience taught me could always be depended on to bring him up with me at thesend of a ride. Man never possessed a less appropriate name than his. Pantaleon —“panther lion” —was possibly bestowed upon him in a spirit of irony. He was profoundly self-possessed and bad the commendable characteristic of confining his attention to his own business' and just so much of his employer’s as properly concerned him. Before us stretched one of the llanos, which lie, like grassy islands in a forest sea, at intervals all along the Pacific slope of the Cordillera. For 6 miles onward and 2 on either side of us the ground extended in a sweep as level as a billiard table and as green. With its thick covering of jenjebrillo, the tract looked strikingly like a bit of the blue-grass country of Kentucky. Here and there a wild fig or a ceibo threw its heavy-leafed branches wide, affording grateful shelter for man and beast. On every side the close ranks of the forest trees hemmed the llano in, and away beyond in our front rose the jabbed teeth of the sierra, with the smoking cone of El Volcan projecting beyond the ruck. A well-worn crack indicates the shortest route to the point where the road enters the forest. We keep it in sight for the sake of preserving our bearing, otherwise one might ride unrestrainedly on the darkest night over this flat expanse, unbroken by gullies and devoid of burrows. In fact, I have crossed it at a hand gallop In a downpour of rain, when my horse’s ears were not distinguishable and the blurred lights of David made a lurid beacon patch in the distance. These Hafirs are the “commons” of the people —the poor man’s grazing ground. We pass small herds of from 10 to 20 head, nibbling the herbage, which is ample for sustenance but not sufficiently rich and plentiful to condition them for market. Scattered over the range are a few mares, with foals at their heels. Ih this country they ride and work only the male horses, leaving the females constantly at grass. This is obviously a bad system, for it retards hereditary transmission and results In the development of serviceable qualities on one side only. The animals are undersized and the breed poor, the best strain being derived from Peruvian stalliqns. Despite his unpromising appearance, however, the Panamanian pony is apt to surprise you with a wonderful display of stamina. I have been carried fifty-odd miles by one in twelve hours and found him fit for a good day’s journey the next morning. They are easy-going beasts, with a single-foot gait, and if one will be content to ride them in the manner to which they are accustomed, quite as serviceable as the average .mount to be picked up in Central or South America. It is distinctly advisable, however, to get rid of the greasy hajfl bridle of the country, even though no better substitute than a piece of clean rope is .available. Failure to take this precaution once cost me a sore hand of which I ft as not cured for weeks. Now and again & traveler jogs by, with a muttered “Buenos dins”—a salutation that Is never omitted by man, woman or child. The rider wears a conical straw hat. a cotton shirt, flapping free in the wind, and a pair of blue jeans

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Bare feet are stuck in the wooden stirrups. He and his steed are festooned with, bags, baskets and packages, the tout ensemble suggesting an itinerant Christmas tree. Stuck under the saddle flap, or elsewhere beyond ready reach, is. a rifle, ox- shotgun, of ancient make, probably unserviceable, and almost certainly unloaded. Everyone goes armed upon the road. Occasional reminders of less peaceful times are seen in a small wooden croks set in the ground and surrounded by a rude rail fence, indicating the spot where some unfortunate met a violent death in the commission of a crime. Pantaloon rode alongside as I approached one of these unconsedrat'ed burying places that contained two crosses. With emotionless precision he told the grizzly tale of two compadres who had fallen out and here had fought to the death with their knives. Compadres are bosom companions, bound by a bond closer than that of brotherhood. Only a woman can break that tie, and when compadre turns against compadre hell knows no greater bitterness. These two hacked each other until they fell, gasping and bleeding, and foaming at the mouth, still jabbing with waning strength. They were found dead, locked in each other’s arms. Perhaps at the very last the spirit of compadreship returned to soothe their passing. I put this reflection to Pantaleon, but he declared it more likely that they died cursing each other and thinking of the girl. My own conclusion pleased me better, but I felt bound to defer to my moso’s superior knowledge of the characteristics of his countrymen. Presently the road entered the monte, and we rode between wooden -walls reinforced by heavy undergrowth. At long intervals we passed small clearings where tije settler had cut over the ground, burned the debris where it (ell, and scat- - tered his seed with a careless, confident hand. The machete is the universal agricultural implement. A plow has never been seen in the country. Cultivation is neglected as an unnecessary trouble. Withal, harvests are bounteous and recur with the infallible regularity of the solar system. I saw fields of sugar cane that had yielded rich crops for fifteen unbroken seasons, and a piece of land which has stood in corn continuously for half a century. • All over the Pacific slope of Chiriqui is a topsoil. from 6 to 20 feet thick, formed by the volages from the mountain sides. It Is rich as any in the world, but not part of it has been turned to the account of man. Outside of David, the population is less than four to the square mile. Apart from a score of cattle raisers and coffee growers, no man produces more than enough to meet his needs, whilst markets'at . their very doors are crying aloud for the potential products of the province. Panama is paying high prices for Jamaican fruit and Cuban sugar and American tobacco, whilst these and many other imported commodities can be grown within her borders. The pathetic mystery of it is that tens of thousands are slaving in city sweatshops and factories, or painfully wringing a living from a reluctant soil, when lard unlimited lies waiting to richly reward any man who will cast a handful of seed upon it. Ten miles out from Dr vid we came tc Manje.

a pueblo of only a few hundred inhabitants, but a place of consideration In this sparsely settled country. There are no hotels in the interior, nor is there need for them where every door is open to the wayfarer. The first glance arounifl the plaza of Alanje will decide the discriminating stranger to head for jthe comfortablelooking frame house! on the south side, with its invitinat veranda. Should he not immediately (take that direction. tbe little cura. long black robe, is likely to copfe\o trite door and shout a w-elcome. ' \ The mid-day breakfast aHhe curat was an excellent meal, reinforced by good wine and superb coffee. The pleasures of the occasion were heightened by the entertaining remarks of my lively host. He was very young and very optimistic, quite content with his lot and properly impressed with the importance of bis work. It appeared to me that his life must be a lonely and monotonous one, but he did not share my view of it. He was

the only man of any education in the village, but tW’o highways and several byways converge at Alanje, and every few days he might look for a passing visit from some intelligent traveler. His duties occupied three or four hours of the day and the rest of the time he filled in with study, for his ambition pointed to advancement in his calling, whilst his environment had awakened an inherent taste for natural history. We left the table to walk over to the church, with its curious detached tower. I asked for the records. With righteous indignation blazing in his eyes, the little cura laid before .me a pile of leath-er-covered manuscripts, molded, worm-eaten, and torn. Not a page was intact, hardly two consecutive lines legible. “Such neglect is crime,” said my host, fervently. “I need hardly say that the damage was beyond arrest when these came into my hands,” I fully appreciated his feelings. Indeed, I dare say that my own regret was the keener. Alahje is "older than David. In fact, its history merges ■with the times of the Conquistadores and there is no knowing what wondrous tales may be hidden in those sadly mutilated documents. “Our church has a legend,” remarked the cura. leading me to a large alcove on the left of the chancel. Drawing aside a curtain, he revealed a life sized painting of (he Christ in his final agony. It was evidently the work of an artist, but did not betray extraordinary ability. “I don’t know when this came here, but it was cqrtainly before the present generation.” the cura explained, with a slight show of embarrassment. “The story goes that one evening a stranger came to the village and, declining shelter elsewhere, begged to be locked alone in the church over night. His request was granted. When the curious villagers came early in the morning to look for him he had gone, and the picture, with the paint fresh andrwet, hung where you see it.” I looked at the little cura questioningly. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, with a shamefaced smile and a shrug of the shuolders. “At any rate, my people believe the story firmly, and it does them no harm.” On the road between Alanje and Divala we crossed several streams. A better watered country than this could not well be Imagined. Divala is a little settlement of 50 to 60 huts and, perhaps, 300 Inhabitants, who are entirely dependent upon the ranch and Insure it a constant supply of labor. The people cultivate little patches, from which they derive almost all the foodstuffs they need. A few weeks’ work in the year at 60 cents a day will produce enough money for clothing and a moderate Indulgence In the luxuries that are to be had at the village trading store. Divala is 15 miles from anywhere, but the most unlikely place to look for an American family in a bungalow that has the appearance of having been transplanted from a New Jersey suburb. Mrs. Wilson has lived in this out-of-the-way corner of the earth for five years, and has had the companionship of her infant during the past eighteen months. There is not a woman of her own race within 40 miles. This is isolation, Indeed, and I suspected that she must find it irksome, though she would not admit as much. Twelve years ago Leslie Wilson came out from California and settled in the neighborhood of Diyala with half a dozen Americans and Britishers. Thus the settlement of Divala was formed and a large proportion of the ranch turned into Potrero without a penny of outlay. The disturbed condition of the country reduced the prices of all property, and Wilson was able to buy the nucleus of his stock at very low figures. The owner of Divala has worked hard and Intelligently for ten years on the improvement of his property. Tbday he has 5.000 acres of as fine land as any In Chiriqui, well stocked and furnished with all the necessary buildings. The ranch is easily worth $50,000. Not a bad result of an enterprise started twelve years ago with S2OO capital.

RECALLS INDIAN ATROCITIES Monument Adorned With Hieroglyphic# Tells Tale of Whites Carried Away Captive. Reading, Vt. —Near the main road leading from Weatherffeld’ to Reading, a passerby may observe two menu ments adorned with Indian hierogly phics. The larger of the, two contains the following inscription: “This is near the spot where the Indians, encamped the night after they took Mr. Johnson and family, Mi. 'Labarree and Farnsworth, August 30; 1754.” The two lipswaofsw ;4* sF Historic Vermont Monument. monuments were erected in 1759 by Mrs. Johnson and her fellow prisoner, Mr. Labarree, to commemorate the dreadful march with the Indians from Charlestown, N. H-, over to the Otter creek, then to Lake Champlain ind Canada. The details of that march ire dramatic. Midway between daybreak and sun rise August 30, 1754, Lieutenant Johnson, wife and four small children, with Ji her prisoners, were captured and forced on the march. Captain Straw pursued the Indians across the Conlecticiit and fought witli them near the General Lewis Morris place in Springfield, but did not release the captives. They were twenty days in reaching St. Francis. Canada, where they remained as captives three years. THE BIRTHPLACE OF JOHNSON This Historic and Crude Old Buitding Is Still Standing in Raleigh, N. C. Raleigh. N. C. —This eld and simple building, erected sometime during the letter part of the eighteenth century, still stands in Raleigh, a historic building, attracting the interest of strangers, and held sacred in the hearts of Americans. Within its rough and crude walls, in 1808, the eyes ot Andrew Johnson first saw the light of day. Looking today upon the simplicity ot this structure, we are reminded of him* whom it once sheltered. Plain, even homely, yet so staunch as to withstand the shocks of storm in summer and winter through all these years, even as he withstood the jibes and sneers of his enemies during the strenuous period in which he held the helm of the ship of state. x Hampered with the illiteracy, common with those of humbler origin -at that time, even unable to sign his name until after ripe manhood: yet, r ' .. !■ 81 wBISSSJI | ) L — Historic Memorial. with the grim determination ot his race, he surmounted all obstacles, till he stood upon the highest point to which the American; politically speaking, pan obtain. GIRL ORDERS BABY SISTER z- 1 ' Little Tot Calls at Doctor’s Office and ' Says It Is to Be Sent Immediately—Tells Mother. Winsted, Conn. —Amy Bull, three-year-old daughter of Mr. and Mis Harry C. Bull of Center street, called at the office of Dr. D. D. Reidy on Elm street and inquired if the doctor was home. She was informed that he was not and asked if there was any word she wanted to leave for the doctor. “1 want to leave an order,” the ehild replied. “Tell the doctor to bring me a baby sister at once. They have got one in the next .house, and [ want one. You won’t forget to tell ‘he doctor, will you?” Assured that the •doctoi* would get ner order, little Miss Bull continued ?on her way to High street to visit friends. Upon her return home Amy ’nformed her mother that she .had stopped at the doctor’s office and sdded: “I left an order for a baby sister.”

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A j"oung ' countryman arose. "I have drew -r! fl' ' ‘ ’ must < told you dere is two, tree different kind of bat. Dere is de bat wori you play de baseball wit. de bat wot fly in de air at night and also de bat where yon take de swim.” —Success Magazine. Mora English Humor. The first night Walter Kelly, known I to vaudeville as the "Virginal Judge,” walked up the Strand he complained : to his English companion that the famous street in London was dark at ; nine o’clock. “Why,” said he. “at. this hour Broadway is as bright ar i day. There is one sign alone, ‘The : Chariot Race,’ in which there are 50,- ; 900 electric lights.” “But I say, old 1 top,” said his English friend, . I “wouldn’t that be rather conspicui ous.” Tramp. Turned Down. “I haven't a place to lay my head.” “Well, you can't leave it here.” Overdoing It. “This is the fourth season I have j met you at ibis watering place. Miss Brown, and every time yoh appear ten 1 years younger!”—Fliegende Blaetter. THE TEA PENALTY. 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