The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 37, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 9 January 1913 — Page 7

<swcr_ 5*4 -Ji j W Wm SAwd® GOOD CAUSE FOR REJOICING Young Baseball Player Disliked Theatrical Plays Where He Was Expected to Applaud. It is the custom among some of the New York theatrical managers occasionally to entertain the members of the local ball teams at their theaters. A young recruit from the high grass joined the Giants one day. and that night went with his new teammates to a play as guests of the management. The piece did not appeal to the men, though, and they failed to applaud with any degree of heartiness. After the curtain fell McGraw scolded them for this lack of warmth. “Here, you fellows, come in here free and have the best seats the house affords, and then you sit stock still like a row of dummies,” he said. “I hope this doesn’t happen again.” The. very next afternoon one of the veterans hailed the youngster at practice on the Polo grounds. “Well, kid,” he said, “more big (loin’s tonight! Mc’s going to take us io Bill Brady’s theater.” “What’s 'the ■show?” asked the green hand. “The show,” said the veteran, “is 'Bought and Paid For.’ ” “Thank the Lord for that!” said the youngster fervently. “If it’s rotten we won’t have to applaud.”—Saturday Evening Post. Thoughtful Woman. A physician tells a story of a philanthropic doctor in a Pennsylvania coal mining town who presented each household with a nice new thermometer and told the people the necessity of maintaining proper temperature. When making his rounds one day he observed his thermometer hanging in the rbom. He Inquired of the woman of the house if she had remembered his instructions. “Indeed, sir, I do,” was the response. “I hang the things right up there and I watch it carefully to see tt does not get too high ” “Good!” exclaimed the doctor. “And what do you.do when the temperature rises above 70 degrees?” “Why, sir,” answered woman with the air of one faithful trust, “when it gets too high I take it down and put it outside until it cools off.” The Wrong Location. Wiseman—l s.ee that a Baltimore police justice has arranged mirrors in his courtroom so that drunken persons may see themselves as others see thorn. Irohicus—Well, he may have done that to justifj r the sentences imposed. But it reminds me of the barn door and horse fable. They should put more mirrors in saloons.” —Judge. PASSED AROUND. ~~ “I marked a coin and put it Into circulation. I got it back in about a •week.” “It works that way sometimes. Just happened to me with a box of Christmas cigars.” Bedridden. “Yes, ma’am,” said Harry the Hebo, “I know I look like a strong man, but out of my 50 years of life I’ve spent over 16 years in bed.’/ “Why, my poor man,” replied the lady, sympathetically, handing him a quarter. “What has been the trou- ’ ble—“No. ma’am,” said Harry, “jest a reg’lar habit of sleepin’ eight hours a day. ma’am.” —Harper’s Weekly. *A Modest Bard. “I like to start my Thanksgiving ' poetry early,” remarked the newspaper poet who thinks pretty well of his poetry. “Why?” inquired the other half of the ’sketch, at the proper place. “So as to give the other papers a chance to clip it before Thanksgiving arrives-” Charming. “I’ve just been introduced to Prof. Smythe; such*a charming man to talk to. He doesn’t make one feel a fool, I in spite of his cleverness.” “Ah, my dear, but that’s because of; his cleverness.” —Punch. Color Effect. Hubby —This blueberry pie looks queer, dear. Wifey—Oh, honey, maybe, I put too much blueing in the dough. <

HER HUSBAND A CHATTERBOX To Cure Spouse of Spending Too Much Time in Sermonizing Woman Feeds Him Much Fish. A Missouri lady is trying an experiment Her husband is a brilliant -man, but loquacious. Realizing his shortcomings, the wife is feeding him on fish. Three or four times a week she prepares fish in some delectable way. He is showing some unbasiness and has a marked predilection for water, but being innocent of his wife’s motive. continued to eat the dishes set before him. To her pastor the wife recently confided: “You, see,” soberly, “John is a very remarkable man, but he wastes tom much time. sermonizing when qg should be thinking. He talks alty gether too much. To counteract this* I am feeding him fish. During the last two months I have served him with 17 different varieties of fish cooked in 47 different ways.” “Why fish?” asked the pastor, greatly interested. “Because,” replied the wife, “fish is good for thought.” “I see,” said the reverend gentleman, “but have you noticed any marked change?” The wife's face grew sad. , “Do you know, Mr. Jones, that bus band of mine is such a chatterbox that I do’ believe he could eat the whale that swallowed Jonah and never lose a syllable!”—Woman’s World. Wanted Particulars. “Your husband does not appreciate you,” declared the fortune-teller, with impressive solemnity, “and something tells me that he dislikes your deal mother. I see, too, that he sometimes stays out late at nigh and comes home the worse for wear. He growls like a hyena when you ask him for money And although he is brusque in his manner toward you he is courteous and considerate in his attitude toward other women. He —” “Pish!” interrupted the seeker aftei information. “Also tush! Pray de not tell me about all the married met in the known world; tell me some thing specific about my own hus band.” KNEW HIS RECORD. r |r if ir —- g -Ji? 1 gyij ' Mr. Divorsay—Ah! Julia, dearest, my heart is in your keeping. Julia Wise —Tush! I’m not running a storage warehouse for damaged, goods Rea! Curiosity. “Why are all those people flocking down to Hiram Hardapple’s barn?” > asked the old farmer on the hay wagon. “Hi’s got a curiosity down thar,” chuckled the village constable. “That so? What kind of a curiosity is it?” “Why, Hi’s old red and white Jersey cow. The other night the old critter had the colic and Hi went went down with his lantern to give her a dose of cow medicine. Blamed if he didn’t make a mistake and give her a pint of gasoline.” “Do tell! Didn’t kill her, did it? - ' “No, but by heck, it had a funny effect. Now’, instead of going ‘Moomoo!’ like any other sensible cow, she goes ‘Honk-honk!’ like one of them thar blamed automobiles.”—National Monthly. Featuring Her Clothes. “Why these sad looks?” “I am getting old,” said the actress. “Uh!” said the impresario. “My face shall go upon the billboards no more." “Well, your gowns are new,” said the resourceful manager. "Suppose w’e paste up artistic illustrations of them.” A Good Name. “Have you noticed how many playa have business titles?” "I have.” - “There’s a play called ‘Paid For and Delivered,’ another entitled ‘Receipt ed in Full,’ and so on.” “Yes, indeed. I am looking dailj for a play entitled ‘lf You Don’t Like It, Money Back.’ ” Not Likely. "George, now that we are engaged won’t you please tell me what salary you,are earning?” “Yes, dear. Just now I am getting S2O a week, but I think they’ll soon raise that to $25. “George.” “Yes, dear?” “Do you think any one will accuse I me of marrying you for your money?’ Fashion Note. “This fashion journal says that there will be no change in coats this winter,” said Mrs. Nagg. “And something tells me that there will be no change in trousers,” snapped Mr. Nagg, as he sadly surveyed his frayed trousers. Mostly Fiction. Customer —What have you in the way of summer fiction? Newsdealer —We have the platforms of all the parties and the candidates I speeches.—Life. 1 — Excess Baggage. “When I go on a trip I never know what 1 ought to take with me.” “Oh, I do; it’s quite simple. I take all my dresses and leave behind my husband.” —La Vie Parislenne.

BATTLEOFPEACHES Note in Jar of Preserves Brings Lover, of Old Back to Sweetheart. By H. M. EGBERT. (Copyright 1912. by W. G. Chapman.) People said that old Rogers was a miser, but that statement was incorrect. Rogers had been a miser. He had scraped and hoarded during thirty years of labor, so that now, though he was barely fifty years of age, he looked older. But Rogers had retired ijthree months before, thanks to some (Wisely made investments, and now, with fifteen thousand dollars at his > disposal, he was still living on in his | little two-room flat on the East Side lof New York, and trying to stretch ■ his cramped imagination and plan his i life anew. Bitterly he regretted that he was an old bachelor without a friend or wife, sweetheart or child. His few acquaintances were men whom he had known casually in business, and the district tradesmen and sundry old fellows whom he met twice a week at his chess club over the delicatessen store on Thirteenth street. But Rogers had lived his life exactly as he had planned it, and that is an incredible misfortune which deserves the utmost sympathy. When Rogers was twenty, a young man newly arrived in the city from the little up-country village, where he had been born, he had made his resolution. “I shall save every penny I can put by,” he said to himself. “I shall save for seven years. And then I shall go home and marry some sweet girl.” But the seven years crept by and found Rogers with the fixed habit of his own creation, which he could not shake off. And long before the seven years were ended Rogers had made a second resolution. “I shall work seven years longer,” he said. “Then I shall go home to Egan. I shall be thirty-four then. That- will not be too old to marry Until I ain rich I will not tie any woman down to the hardships of married life on a tiny salary.” The second seven years lengthened into fifteen, twenty, then thirty. And long before they were ended Roger? had forgotten his-dream. But of late, with his fifteen thousand dollars safely stored away In the bank, the dreams had revived. And then something happened—a little, insignificant thing—which brought color and new interest into his life. Rogers had gone to the delicatessen store of his acquaintance, Holzapfel,, to buy something for supper. He cooked his own supper upon a tiny stove in his apartment “I think,” he said, after he had made his purchases, “that I’ll take some preserved fruit." “Why, Rogers, you're becoming a spendthrift, a regular spendthrift,” said Holzapfel jestingly. Rogers patronized the old German - | from long habit Holzapfel had fallen as sadly behind the times as he. His trade had dwindled and dwindled, his stock was incredibly old. Holzapfel nodded for hours in his store -while not a single customer .entered the dingy little place. “Well, I’ve got some.,. preserved peaches,” said the old fellow. “But I they wasn’t put up yesterday. Rogers I can’t say how fresh they was. I’ll let you have them for a dime. They’re home-grown, and they're worth twen-ty-five—if they was fresh.” Rogers took the peaches and walked out of the store. The utensil was one of those glass jars with a ring round the stopper, such as are used by countryw’omen in preserving. They are not seen so much in large cities in these days of canning factories. The peaches were bad. But that fact had nothing to do with the case. For inside the jar was a little folded square of oiled paper. And in this, perfectly good, was a folded piece of paper, on which was written: “Lucy Morrell. Egan, N. Y.” That compensated old Rogers for the loss of the peaches. It was one of those little harmless pranks played by country girls who put their names into bottles of fruit preserved by them and destined to go long distances and fall into strangers’ hands. Often they had led to correspondence and sometimes to romance. Old Rogers racked his brains. He could not remember anyone in Egan named Morrell. But then he had not known everyone even in Egan. But that evening the loneliness of his flat, the squalor of his surroundings, to which he had been oblivious before, oppressed his spirit; and the very word Egan, written out on the paper, made him homesick for the little town. In the end he sat down and wrote: “Lucy Morrell: I found your note in the peaches.” Days passed; old Rogers resumed the tenor of his life. He had not found the courage to break loose from his surroundings. But about a week later the postman left a letter in his box. It was the first he had received for months, except bank notices and bills. It was addressed to him in a delicate, feminine writing, and inside he read: “Dear Friend: I got your letter, but you didn’t say how you liked the peaches.” That was the beginning of a correspondence, and it brought a new happihess into old Rogers’ heart. He began to realize what he had missed in the manner merely of human intimacy during all those years. He became confidential, and Lucy answered, nim in the same spirit. He told her of his life, his plans, his dreams. And promptly with the post came Lucy’s answer. But one thing old Rogers had not found courage to tell. He had not told her that he was fifty. For he knew that the romance would be shattered. People thought a man of fifty could not love—the fools! He had asked for her photograph, but she had not sent it, nor alluded to the matter again. And then old* Rogers dared to hope that she might be homely—perhaps she was scarred or maimed, so that he ought after all

take her and shield her from the world and its cruelty. Slowly, very slowly, old Rogers ham- ! mered out his purpose. He was resolved to put all selfish thoughts aside. He would let her go, let the correspondence cease. But when he came to die the girl in Egan would find that she had fallen heir to all his money. And he would work like a madman all his days to accumulate a fortune for her. So he ceased to answer her. She wrote less often. But one day came a despairing note in which she confessed something perilously like : love. And then old Rogers knew j that he had no alternative! So he . wrote back, a wild letter such as he would not have been capable of a year before, in which he told her. He told her that he was an elderly man, that he loved her with all his heart, but had not courage to ask her to be his wife. And so their correspondence must cease, and because he had been a fool and a coward he would • suffer in remembering her all the rest of his days. Then a week passed, and then her answer came. It was a little note, the shortest that she had ever written him except the first time, and it said simply: “Come up to Egan. The third house from the depot LUCY." On that same afternoon old Rogers drew his money from the bank, paid the rent and gave to his landlord; to the utter astonishment and dismay of that gentleman, who had left old Rogers’s apartment to molder into decay untouched and unpainted during, the past decade. Then he turned his back upon Thirteenth street forever and set forth for Egan. He reached the little place at five on an autumn afternoon. It had not changed as he had expected. A few houses had sprung up along the railroad, but otherwise it was just as it had been during the past 20 years. He descended at the depot and walked slowly toward the ■ cottage. There was no mistaking it, that little, old-fashioned building with its clinging ivy and Virginia creeper and the carefully tended lawn and garden. It was just such a place as he would have imagined for an abode for Lucy. So he passed through the latched gate and knocked at the door. A pleasant, gentle-looking lady of about forty years opened to him. “I am James Rogers,” said the visitor simply. “I have come to see your daughter ” He said the last word with a tone of Interrogation. Yet he felt sure that this was Lucy’s mother. This was just such a mother as he would have expected Lucy to have. And yet it was strange that she had never 1 mentioned her In her letters. “Come in, Mr. Rogers," said the other. “Sit down in the parlor until I light the lamp.” She showed him into a quaint, oldfashioned parlor and then began trimming the wick. But she could not finish. She set the shears down hastily and came up to him. Old Rogers rose. “I am Lucy Morrell,” she said, trembling. ' Old Rogers looked at her incredulously, and then—— it was all so different from what he had expected. But he saw her eyes filled with tears and her head bowed in shame —and then, quite clumsily, for old Rogers had had no such experience during his fifty years —or during the last thirftr of them, at any rate-Mie took her in his arms and kissed her. He knew then that he loved her the more truly because she brought to him a mind ripened by experience and a love whose strength was only the deeper the passing of the years. And she had feared as he had feared, when the correspondence, begun in jest,, had ended in earnest And then his letter had come! “But there’s one thing I can’t understand, dearest,” he said that evening, as they sat before the fire. “Why did you write your name on the paper and put it in the bottle of peaches? I could imagine that of you as a young girl, but not now.” “My dear,” she answered, smiling. “I bottled these peaches 20 years ago." “Heaven bless old Holtzapfel!” was Rogers’s remarkable ejaculation. Lace Made by Irish Workers. Irish linen has long been famed for its good wearing qualities, and when the household linen cupboard needs replenishing the most fastidious taste can be satisfied with the hemstitched, hand-embroidered and lace-trimmed linen which can be found in Dublin, writes a contributor. There are several kinds of genuine hand-made lace made by Irish workers. Needle point, raised rose-point, Carricmacross applique, Limerick needle-r-in, are some of them, as well as the well-known Irish crochet. Some of these designs are beautiful, and there is always something about genuine hand-made lace which can not be approached by the best ma-chine-made varieties, however carefully made. Distinguished Finnish Woman. Dr. Tekla Hdltin, member of parliament in Finland, is one of the most distinguished women of her countiy. She was elected to parliament in 1908, and has helped to carry through various bills, one of which resulted in the construqticn cf a railroad. She has served on many committees which draft bills for the consideration of the house, and is at present a member of three, including finance and law. She was the first Finnish woman to gain the degree of doctor of phi.osophy, and for a number of years has held an important post under '■overnment in the bureau of statistics. Forehanded. Sportsman—-What do you want? Villager—l’m the man you wounded at your last' shot. Sportsman—Ah, I remember! But I gave you compensation at the time. Villager—Yes, as I heard you were going cut again today, I thought I would ask you for a little in advance. —Pele Mele. Got the Goods. “We’ve had some fine weather thia fall." “Well pay for it later on.” ■ '■ “Well, we can’t kick if we do. Wc had delivery in advance.”

L The Fourth Dimension By E. O. SELLERS, Director cf Evening Depattmnl. Moody Bible Institute. Oiicaga TEXT—AbIe to comprehend with all the saints what Is the breadth and length and depth and height: and to know the love of Christ that -passeth knowledge.—Eph, »:18. 19.

We can readily u n d e r s t and how a given point in an equilateral triangle is equally distant from three given points, or how in a tetradhedron, a point can be equally distant from four given points. But thus far in our consciousness of matter we 'have not been able to demonstrate a fourth dimension. As far

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back as Plato’s day the idea was suggested, and recently a twelve-year-old boy attempted mathematically to demonstrate it before the professors of Harvard university. When, however, we pass from the realm of the physical to the spiritual, we find this idea clearly expressed in our text The humble bowing of ths Apostle’s knees at the beginning of this matchless prayer, and the Umtless heights of “glory” transcend our human capacity of comptehenslon. In the center of this stands the text, as though Paul, pausing as sonys vantage point, would look to the right and the left, backward and upward, and exclaim, “Oh, that you might comprehend the breadth, the length, the depth and height of the love of Christ." Let us apply these four measurements to our lives. I. Breadth. We pride ourselves upon breaking from provincialism and narrowness, and that the world is laid upon our breakfast table each morning; but unless our activities are also quickened of what benefit is our world-wide vision? Our big cities are provincial. Many a New Yorker thinks the world begins at the Battery and ends at Yonkers. There are scores in Chicago as absolutely ignorant of the resources, need or people of China, Japan or even Europe as they are of the planet Mars, yet they say “take care of the home field before you do anything for foreign missions.” We need not only a world vision, but more breadth of vision of the problems of labor, social and civic life. 11. Length. stick-to-lt-Iveness. A gentleman was asked why so few great clergymen in America, and his reply was, “America is in too great a hurry.” Os course perspective lends to a wrong estimate of greatness, but certainly we need ifiore ministers who are “forth-tellers” of God’s message to lost men. When clergy and laity learn to think through to a conclusion these questions of ethics, reform, world needs and, most impor-. tant of all, the needs of the human soul, and will apply themselves to these problems with persistence and abandon, we shall haye clergy and laity whose leadership will never be called in question. 111. Depth. Americans are fond of a “good front,” but have we corresponding depth? Study our cheap front architecture, music, business and waste. Are we right on fundamentals? Our thinking must stand upon a better foundation than the shifting sands of philosophy. Our statements of life be based upon more enduring ground than the nebulous unstable assertions of false science. Our commercial fabric must be built upon a more stable basis than that of expediency. Our moral code must be less concerned with pleasure seeking externals and consist more of rectified, purified, redeemed lives of honesty and integrity. Not dollars, culture, nor club life should dominate our ideals, and our religious life must be based upon the "impregnable rock of ages”—the holy word. When we get on the God side of these problems and see them In his clear light we shall be building upon the rock and be Immune against assault. Faith in the authority of the inspired word is what gives a nation strength and to the individual a message that will heal, enthuse and encourage. IV. But Paul had a fourth dimension, “the heights of glory”—the God side of life. We all respond to the suggestion of a world vision because of our business relations. We spell success with a dollar mark. Material success does demand a world vision and a concentration that is sapping the vigor of our manhood. But we do urge upon all to measure his life by his fourth dimension, the love of God that passeth knowledge. Who ran span the extent of breadth? Who can find the ultimate end of length or plumb the lowest bottom of all depth or measure the uttermost limits of the heights of God’s love for us in Christ Jesus? A love that was wisting to empty himself and to become obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. : “When I survey the wondrous Cross 'On which t<he Prince of glory died; My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.” Let us lift our eyes from the material to the spiritual. This vision ,1s the* transforming vision that led forth the prophets of old and that moved Martin Luther and every other great reformer. This vision was the power giving vision of Dw'ight L. Moody, Frances Willard and all of the rest. This was the peace giving, healing vision of Florence Nightingale and that has comforted the hearts of the saints throughout the ages amidst all the vicissitudes of life. Measure your life by this and you will indeed “be filled unto all the fuF ness of God.” / Right of Way. Pride goeth before a fall, and an. automobii <F .ecedeth the ambulance.' .-Washington Post I -- - ’ - l

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