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- ' ■ -- "* Syracuse Journal W. G. CONNOLLY, Publisher. SYRACUSE INDIANA X JEWS ARE LONGEST LIVED Their ’Average Age Is Nearly Twelve Years Greater Than That of Christians. Superficial scrutiny of the vital statistics yields the Jew a prominent position in the sanitary world, if longevity serves as any index of hygienic living. With the average length of life for all Christian people placed at thirty-six years eleven months (1900) the Jew may hope to reach forty-eight years nine months. Neufville (1855), inquiring into th® comparative duration of life and causes of deaths of Jews anil, Christians in Frankfort, learned thav one-fourth of the Jewish population was living be* yond seventy-one years, while only ■one-fourth of their neighbors were living beyond the age of fifty-nine years ten months. Abbott claims that they l(L e., Jews) are much less frequently the subjects of tubercular and acute epidemic diseases than any other race of mankind.” Why should this seeming vital superiority exist? According to Richardson, ‘‘the causes are simply summed up in the term ‘soberness of life.’ The Jew drinks less than his ‘even Christian;’ he takes, as a rule, better food; he marries earlier; he rears the children he has brought into the world with g»?ater personal care; he tends the aged more thoughtfully; he takes better care of his poor and he takes better care of himself. To this might have been added that through religious customs hygienic tendencies became an Inheritance. Dietetic and Hygienic Gazette. Would Be There for Lilfe. An old negro was brought to trial in a southern town for stealing a chicken. “’Rastus,” said the juddge, before pronouncing sentence, ‘‘l am about to give you two months In the workhouse. Have you anything to say for yourself?” “Good Gawd, boss!” exclaimed the old man. “Two months! For stealing ■—one hen!” “Have you anything to say?” repeated the judge sternly. “All I got to say is, boss,” declared the negro, “ ’tain no use to sen’ me to no jail for two months for stealin’ one chicken, ’cause es I spent two months In jail set ev’y chicken I done stole I mought as well done been bawn iff jail.”—Human Life. ‘ When Mrs. Served Wine It will be remembered that Mrs. Hayes was one of the most influential members of the Women’s Christian Temperance Union; and contrary to all precedents, she was determined that wines and other alcoholic beverages should not be served at the White House, while she was there. The only time this rule was broken, as Is well known, occurred when two grand dukes of Russia —Alexis and Gonstantine—were officially entertained there. This was the first and last time, I believe, that such a thing happened while President Hayes was in the White House—W. H. Crook in “Memories of the White House.” Brooms With Bamboo Handles. The broom long familiar is made Uth a handle of turned wood, but now there are made also brooms with handles of bamboo. The bamboo handled broom is a little more ornamental, its joints may perhaps give a little better grip, and it is a little lighter, and it costs a little more than the broom with a handle of turned wood; it has sometimes been called the lady’s broom. It Is made in medium sizes, designed for household use. Peculiarity of Twining Plants. One of the peculiarities to be noticed in connection with the twining of plants is the fact that with very few exceptions all the individuals of one species always twine in the same . direction. Most plants twine in the opposite course to the movement of the sun or the hands of a watch. Such twiners are the morning glory, wisteria, wax plant, trumpet creeper wd many others. Among those which twine in the opposite direction the hop and wild bindweed, or climbing polygonum, are familiar examples.—Har-per’s-Weekly. An Orchard In Boston. Whem Augustus L. Thorndike of Brewster supped recently at the Hotel Thorndike his friends learned for ‘.he first time that the hotel was named after his family, and that the famous old Thorndike orchard once occupied the site of the hotel. “It may be surprising to consider it now,” said Mr. Thorndike, “but a private orchard with many fine fruit trees occupied considerable space in almost the heart of the city 25 years ago.”—Boston Post. Not Always True. Platitudinous Papa—My son, you should always look before you leap. Little Horace—l dunno. When you are in the middle of the road an* an anto horn toots right in your ear, you’d better leap without stoppin’ to take a look.—Chicago News. The Old Lady Again. “I simply detest that Miss Gabble,’* remarked Mrs. Blunderby to her oiler. “She is nothing but a scandal mongrel, and I’m sure, my dear, you

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supposition that within the nfext 15 years the supply of the evergreen trees with which we deck our living ■ooms anrually at the feast of St. Nicholas will be so small that folk in the ordinary walks of life will not t»e able to afford a tree. Year after year the forests have oeen denuded. New England, a generation ago, was thought to have an almost inexhaustible supply. Today Ser hills are bare. Nearly all her immense forests of spruce and fir have been sacrificed to the sentiment of Yuletide. The middle states have been ransacked for their treasures. The farmer, although he receives but two cents apiece for the trees, is afraid to look the future in the face and wait until the tree is full grown. Neither does he show any discretion in cutting, but “very year he rushes to the woods and cuts everything that he can lay bis hands on 4n order that some one

no uuuus uu 111 uruei luai some one may have a night’s pleasure by defacing nature's work with cheap tinsel and candles. After that, what would have been the forest of the future is iiscarded/ forever, beyond the power of man to restore ahd the work of nature for years to replace. The bulk of the trees now come from Canada. More than 300,000 are used annually in Philadelphia alone. New York, Chicago, Baltimore and a hundred towns between them use three times that number every year. In the wild hills of the Canadian provinces the trees are still plentiful. But it is only a question of a few years' time, with the increased demand for them, wheif their price will soar. No attempt is made, apparently, to rejuvenate the forests. In a few scattered places throughout the country, it is true, one or two men have started nurseries in Christmas trees. Intelligent planting and cutting within three generations may make them useful patches from which to glean hardy trees. But elsewhere, in spite of the talk of conservation which we hear so much about nowadays, the trees are stripped ruthlessly from the hills and valleys and no attempt is made by the greedy marketer to replace them. This has resulted in the present dearth of the much-desired spruce trees. Vermont already charges an additional stumpage of five cents, upon trees; which are shipped out of the state. Let us consider the Christmas tree situation in Philadelphia. Each year more than 1,000 flat freight cars, loaded with the trees, which are piled in double tiers, reach the city. The capacity us the flat car averages 300 trees. Therefore, approximately 300.000 trees are used m Philadelphia annually. Sentimentality apart, this is an enormous waste of material, when it Is recalled that the trees serve no economic purpose, and the majority of them furnish fuel for bonfires on vacant lots two weeks after the holiday. It is an expensive proposition considered in any light. First comes the cost of sending men into regions where the trees grow. They are experts. They are able to size up the marketable value of a patch of woods after a day’s tramp through them. Then comes the cost of cutting, stumpage, hauling and shipping to destination. After that, it is mainly a matter for the retail dealers, who buy trees either as they stand in the forests, or at the freight yards in the cities to which they are consigned. The small dealer must make his profit. He tacks on an extra price which the consumer must pay. Then comes the expense of decorating the greenwood with tinsel and glistening ornaments. This costs a little fortune in itself. Finally, it is usual to pay the ashman to cart the tree away, after the holidays are over. It has been estimated that from first to last, from

the time that the seedling is planted in the soft, friable soil, to the moment it returns to its primal element, the dust, as a handful of embers on the city lot, a Christmas tree represents a money valuation of $25. This is a total expenditure of $7,500,000 annually. Os course, this figure is purely imaginary. The trees do not actually cause that amount of money to change hands in a simple buying and selling transaction. But there is actually that much loss to the regions -which supply trees. If all the trees in an average loaded flat car were to be stood upon their butts, in the natural way in which they would grow, they would cover a ten-acre lot. Multiply this by 1,000 and the amount of timber stripped/annually from the hills will become apparent at once. Just ht this time of the year the Christmas tree industry is in its most flourishing condition. All of the trees for this year’s market have) been cut. Many of them are in transit, but some of them are even now/standing in.the freight yards of the railroads, waiting for the retail dealers to purchase them. Dealers are gradually awakening to the fact- that it is better to ship their trees early, sell them all at a low price, and save the trouble and expense of remaining a long-time in the city bartering their wares. The dealers in Christmas trees are types. They are all queer characters. You cannot pick out one that has not some peculiarity. As in all trades, there are tricks to the business of buying and selling Christmas trees. You would think that the disposal ,of a car load of railroad ties, with a layer of trees piled on top, to an unwary customer, would, bw the deal-

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ers from coming again to the spot where they had practiced such deception. Yet it never does. Year alter year they practice the most dishonest tricks upon their patrons. One man last year got a high price for 20 of the finest trees ever seen in Philadelphia. He told the buyer that the rest of the car on which the -0 w’ere loaded was Just like them, but when they were unloaded and placed for sale, they proved to be small and scrubby,

many of them being utterly unfit for use. Dealers such as these are rare, it is true; the majority of them are hoi.esL To the dealers, whom the railroads designate as the consignees, come the little fellows, the, traders. These also represent almost every phase of hu J man character. Many save up a few hundred dollars and visit the freight yards with their teams, buying the trees in less than carload lots. In this way they can see just what they are getting. Most of them are shrewd fellows, and drive a hard bargain. Your upcountryman is ofttimes as * shrewd, however, as the “piker” dealer, and many amusing hours may be spent frequenting the freight yards in the railroads where the trees are stacked or exhibited for sale. Each year there are many new additions to the company of dealers. The lure of the adven- x ture, the chance to realize money upon an investment that is practically certain to bring a 50 per cent, return, attracts many to the business. Trees can be purchased in half carload lots, or even in hundred lots for about 60 cents apiece. If they can be sold for a dollar, or perhaps more, the chance to make money quickly is irresistible to many investors. Not always does the investor succeed. His fingers are sometimes pretty badly burned. The market may be glutted, he may have a rival on the next corner, or perhaps his trees are not sufficiently attractive to cause the public to patronize him. Perhaps he has held off, waiting for better prices, till the last moment, and finds himself with half a hundred spruce on his hands, which he must dispose of as best he may. Usually, however, the business is lucrative. The wise dealer buys trees in hundred lots, peddles them out quickly, and comes back for more. He does not wait for high prices, but sells his trees for what he can get.

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KJhJ orw "*.M r_\ 1 Heap on more wood! —the wind is chill. But let it whistle as it will. We’ll keep our Christmas merry stilL 1 Each age has deem’d the newborn year l The fittest time for festal cheer; . j [ And well our Christian sires of old Loved when the year its course had roll’d 1 And brought blithe Christmas back again. With all his hospitable train. > Domestic apd religious rite Gave honor to the holy night; ‘ On Christmas eve the bells were rung; • On Christmas eve the mass was sung: , That only night in all the year • Saw the stoled priest the chalic rear. The damsel donn’d her kirtle sheen. The hall was dress’d with holly green: I Forth to the wood did merry mt>» go k To gather In the mistletoe. Then open’d wide the baron’s halt To vassal, tenant, serf and all. Powar laid Ills rod of rule aside

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And Ceremony doff’d his pride. The heir, with roses in his shoes. That night might village partnei- choose; The lord, underogating, share The vulgar game of “post and pair.* All hail’d, with uncontroll’d delight i And general voice, the happy night, / That to the cottage as the crown Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied. Went roaring up the chimney wide; The huge hall table’s oaken face, Scrubb’d till it shone, the day to grace. Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn By old blue-coated serving man; Then the grim boar’s head grown’d on high, Crested with bays and rosemary. W’ell can the green-garb’d ranger tell How. when and where the monster fell. What dogs before his death he tore And all the baiting of the boar. The wassail round, In good brown bowls Garnish’d with ribbons, blitherly trowls. There the huge sirloin reek’d; hard by Plum porridge stood and Christmas pie; Nor fail’d old Scotland to produce At such high tide her savory goose. Then came the merry maskers in. And carols roar’d with blithesome din; If unmelodious was the song. It was a hearty note and strong. Who lists may In their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery. White shirts supplied the masquerade And smutted cheeks the visors made: But. O! what maskers, richly dlght. Can boast of bosoms half so light! England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again. ■Twjw Christmas broach’d the .mightiest t ale; ’Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer Tiie poor man’s heart through half the year —Sir Walter Scott.

As you pass some windy corner one of these blustery nights before Christmas Eve and see the long rows of evergreens laid against the wall, or ignobly lying prone upon the ground, bethink you of the place in which ffiey first saw the light. The kindly hills, snow-covered engirdling valleys fragrant with spicy odor; picture them bare, littered, with the waste of cuttings, and the unsightly stumps of trees. .Picture the brooding of those trees as they grew. It took them 20 years to reach an age and size where they might prove marketable. No more will the wind moan and sough through their branches. The hills are bare. The snow will melt in the spring, and the soil will not absorb it. Water will run into the streams and the streams become floods, and the floods breed The trees, noble fellows all of them, will have their tops hacked off to accommodate them to the stuffiness of our little box-like homes. As the heat of our rooms dries up their sap, their lives will go out, slowly, day by day. They will end on the bonfire. Yes, buy a tree. Buy one and take it home to your children. When it is bravely decked out in all its gala finery, gather your family about its spreading branches, which are exhaling their last breaths for you, and tell them the story of the life and death of the tree. THE SPIRIT OF THE DAY. Have you time for a little sermon? It will take but a few minutes, and today, if ever, bur thoughts should be turned toward inward to the heart of things. To you, whose hands rock the cradles of humanity and indirectly rule the world, let us ask a question: Are you forgetting the real spirit of the day? Gift giving on this anni-

versary of the Nativity is in danger, of losing its loving purpose. It has degenerated in many cases to a mercenary exchange—a gift for a gift The spirit is frequently absent. This should not be. Women represent the greater number of giftgivers. Let us then revert to the underlying love and reverence that prompted the Wise Men io lay their offerings at the feet of the Holy Baby. Let us give a little of our hearts with each present, and if we cannot give a tangible expression of our love. Jet us give a heart’s wish instead. In your hands lies great power for good or for evil. A woman influences thought and action. It is your duty, then, to discountenance the heartless offer and to smile your approval of the spirit of the day. Then, indeed, Christmas will mean all that he w’ould approve. The guiding star of love and good will that shone so clearly in the blue night long ago should never be lost in our minds, and the love to which it pointed should epitomize our efforts to honor this great day. A SURPRISE BOX. Something which would delight any little invalid is a “surprise box.” This may be planned to last a week or any length of time one wishes and should contain a package for each day, with the date on which it is to be opened written plainly on each one. Dolls, toys, books and many other things dear to the child- * ish heart may b 4 put in these packages and the little one will surely rejoice to have his “Merry Christmas” last so many days.

SONS OFTHE SINDS Cruel and Implacable Tuaregs of Tripoli. Native Desert Tribes Who Would Aid , Turks to Resist Italian Conquest Believed Descendants of Crusaders. Tripoli.—Should Italy seriously attempt the conquest of the interior of i Tripoli an interesting situation will arise in the event, as appears probable, of the native Tuareg tribes coming to the assistance of the Turks. ■ They are believed to be descendants ' of the Crusaders, and although Moslems, their favorite ornament is the | cross, while many of their customs i and some words of their language, , such as angelus for angel and mesi for God, are undoubtedly of Christian ' origin. Many are of the opinion, how--1 ever, that they belong to the Berber tribes, once inhabiting the whole coast line of North Africa, and that they [ took posession of the desert regions in the hinterland of Tripoli when the main body of this people were driven ; back to the Atlas mountains by the Immigrating Arabs, who swarmed over the whole of North Africa in the : eleventh century. The Berbers are of Semitic origin and formerly professed the Christian ■ religion, but since the Arab conquest ; they have retrograded in every way. i and are now among the most bigoted adherents of Mohammedanism. It is not improbable that many of the Crusaders may have remained in Africa and made common cause with the Christian tribes against the invading Arab, as some of the expeditions against the Moslems of Palestine landed in Africa, St. Louis, the leader of the seventh and eighth crusades, dying at Tunis; but, be that as it may. the Tuaregs are now stanch supporters of the religion of Mohammed. The shape of the head and features favor z /Z I' - • M:Tuareg Warriors. the European rather than the Oriental type. The hair is dark and the beard small. The eyes are dark and piercing. The Tuaregs are cruel, suspicious and implacable, are usually at war either w-ith their neighbors or among themselves, and are superb guerilla fighters. It is evident that, an alliance between these tribes of the desert and the undoubtedly courageous soldiers of Turkey will make the Italian occupation of the interior an undertaking of considerable difficulty. The native population in the hinterland of Tripoli numbers about 300,000. LOSES HAIR AS SHE SLEEPS Pretty Ohio Girl Is Victim of Peculiar Sneak, Who Clips Off Her T resses. Lima, O—Pretty eighteen-year-old Jennie Williams jawoke one morning recently to find that while she slept her thick tresses of long brown hair had been shorn from her head. The hair was found lying upon the top of a dresser with the heavy shears that had been used in committing the deed upon it. A silver mirror was upon the foot of the bed. Police are at a loss to ascertain a motive for the deed, although they are looking for a former boarder at the Williams home, who, it is said, attempted to force his attentions upon the young lady. The victim is the daughter of the late John Wllliaihs, at one time proprietor of the largest hotel in the city. 650-Pound Man Dies From Heft. Jersey City, N. J. —The burden of carrying around 650 pounds of his own flesh and bone caused the death of George Shober, at the, age of fifty.. Shober, so far as is known here, was: the heaviest man in the United States. His obesity brought on an illness which began a year ago. His coffin was three feet three inches wide, and it took 12 pallbearers to carry It. One Way to Get a Crowd. Seattle, Wash.—Rev. James Axtell of Centralia caused a sensation in that city when he was carried through the streets in a coffin as if dead, was “resurrected” at the most prominent corner in the city and preached a sermon on “A Voice From Hell” to a boisterous crowd. After his sei mon he waa “pallbearered” back to bis home in his coffin.

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