The Syracuse Journal, Volume 20, Number 21, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 22 September 1927 — Page 2

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HE other day a crowd of more than five thousand persons gathered at a woodland spring under the shadow of the towering hillside near the little town of Cuba, N. Y„ for the unveiling of a marker. As the American Sjara and Stripes and French Tri- | color which had draped the marker were drawn aside, there was revealed

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a huge bowlder and on it a bronze tablet bearing these words: lA37—MC.'VKCA OIL SPWIWG—I»»7 Its history forms the first chapter in the development of the petroleum Industry in the United States —a gisantic world enterprise transforming modern life. ~' Hit—Oil oh American continent first recorded in this region by the Franciocao friar, Joseph de la Roche d’Alllon. I(s<—Spring mentioned by the Jesuit father, Paul Le Jeune. 17JX—Prior to this year, spring vielted by Jonealrv. the elder. 1787—0 H from this spring sent to Sir William Johnson as a cure for his wounda 1797—Spring permanently reserved by Indians in treaty of Big Tree. ISJ3—Description of spring by Prof. Benjamin ■Hitman of Yale university. Erected as a tercentenary memorial on July IS. 19!?, by the University of the State of New York and the New York State Oil Producers association.

Thus was perpetuated In bronae and stone the beginning' of that gigantic industry which after three hundred years is second only to agriculture as a wealth-producing Industry. Today n.-arly 2,500.000 barrels of petroleum are required every day to satisfy the needs of the nation, and It Is estimated that annually Americans use about 750.000.000 barrels of petroleum for their motor cars, trucks, busses. Artificial gas plants and the Innumerable by-products from petroleum. Approximately 70 per cent of the world’s petroleum Industry is In the United States. Ten billions of capital Is invested In it—half the valuation of th# national railroad system. It employs nearly one mlilidn people and Its pipe-line system, which eriss-crosses the country, totals about elghty-five thousand miles. In the crowd which gathered at the tercentenary celebration in New York were representatives of the Seneca Indians, who still hold possession of this land, of the Franciscan monks who have a monastery a few miles away and of the petroleum Industry from all parts of the United States, and their presence there recalled the whole romantic history of the discovery of oil on the North American continent. It was some unknown member of the great Iroquois confederation who first looked upon thia oil spring, but how far back that Was knows. Arthur C.; Parker, director of the Rochester (N. Y.) Municipal museum, who Is compiling a book of Iroquois legends, which Is to be published next year, made public at the time of the celebration the legend of the oil spring which la to be the opening chapter of his “More fikunny Wundy Stories." The tale follows: A Tillage was stricken by strange fevers and many of the people died slow, lingering deaths. In which they were convulsed by chilis and then burned by fever. Gone Goose, the medicine man, •ould effect no cure, nor eould he determine what •aused the disease. It was then that Skunny Wundy. a youth, untvbk. to sleep, crept out upon the roof of the bark house and watched the near-by pond. To his amasement he saw the hummueka of grass rise up. pushed by long wisps of vapor grey ghosts, these queer beings danced upon the turface of the poad and as they opened their mouths a shrill singing sound was heard. Skunny Wundy looked and saw swarms of mosquitoes coming from the . foggy throats of the ghosts These attacked him, driving him back to his bed and under the protection es a buffalo skin. Then be fell to dreaming. He saw la a strange spring whose guardian spirit was a hunch-backed dwarf with a peaked red cap. Near-by he saw an enormously fat she-bear sporting about. A dream guide told Skunny Wundy to find the spring and talk to the dwarf, for In that manner his tribe would be freed from sickness and given a great treasure. The next day the boy sought out the spring. At •rat ho was afraid of the fat bear, but when she talked to him he loot fear and asked her about the dwarf. She laughed and told him to watch her. Poising upon a fallen tree she dove Into the pool and splashed about, becoming very thin. Her fat dissolved and floated upon the water. When she same out the dwarf popped up and sprang to ths bank. He greeted Skunny Wundy and asked him what he wanted. “I want to master 'the gray witches that dance tn the base of the oo»e,“ came the answer. "I dreamed that you would tell me how." “Then take the oil and pour It upon your pond." said the dwarf. "Run with It as fast as you can: when you get tired rub It on your joints and it will make you run faster. It le good medicine and you must give It to the world." Skunny Wundy took a pot of the oU back to

Modem Prodigal Son Not Always Wastrel

The Prodigal Son. modem style, Is meh more useful than bls- Biblical forerunner. There may be grave doubts of the tradition whereby it was once Mid there are bat three generations between shirtsleeves and shirtsleeves. In the ancient days when gIOO.OOO was a fortune, that fortune broke down soon after the man wbo Made it died, for It had to be split Bree ways or thereabouts among the

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his village and poured some on the waters of tbe pond, at which the gray witches shrieked and sank Into the ooke. becoming “hummocks of sedge." Then ha rubbed it upon the bodies of the sick people and made them well. To bls uncle. Rumbling Wings. Skunny Wundy told the story of his discovery. “The dwarf says it will make people run faster," concluded the boy. “Aye," answered Rumbling Wings. “Verily I do believe that you have found the great medicine that will make the whole world run faster." Although the Seneca oil spring was known to the people of the Long House (Iroquois) for many years, the first white tnan to look upon it was Joseph dv la Roche d’Allion, a Franciscan monk, who was making his way through the wilderness of western New York in the summer of 1627. An Indian friend told him of a sacred spot in the neighborhood which he should see, and on July 18 the Indian led hhn to tbe place where the monk saw oil bobbling up through the crust of the earth. This experience he describes in a letter from Huronla to a friend in Angiers, France. In which he gives a careful description of the land, its people and its products. Among the latter he mentions “a touronton.” a mineral oil, which he saw In an oil spring in that region. Without a doubt this was the famous Seneca oil spring nyar Cuba and so to Father d’Allion goes the honor of being the “discoverer of oil in America." From that time on this spring is repeatedly mentioned by the early chroniclers. In the "Jesuit Relations” for 1656 there is a reference to a spring where “one finds heavy and t dck water which Ignites like brandy and boils up In bubbles of flame when fire Is applied to It. It Is moreover ao oily that all our savages use it to anoint and grease their heads and bodies." Tn Galinee’s map. published in 1670, one of the first maps of the Great lakes region, there is marked a “Foo* taine de Bitume" which is the Seneca oil spring, and It la by this name that it was known by most of the early historians. Pierre Francois Xavier de Charlevoix, a Jesuit, one of the most talented and scholarly of the French missionary pioneers /nd also one of the most prolific writers, to among thnae who wrote about the Fontaine de Bitume. and in 1721 he was directed to the spring by Joncaire. a French explorer, and from Fort Niagara he wrote of “the water that looked like OH and tasted like iron." The Seneca Indians, who from historic timefl have owned tbe land around the spring, placed such a high valuation upon its medical worth that they refused to relinquish title to it. Wh<m the treaty of Big Tree was signed in 1797, giving most of western New York to the white man. the Senecas Insisted that the spring should be reserved in a tract of land of one square mile. Later • land company took possession of the surrounding property and sold it In 1856 Philenus Pattison bought the tract, cleared and fenced eighty acres and commenced to farm tbe land. So the Indians went into court to regain their favorite spring and offered In testimony an old map. showing tbe Indian reservation outlined tn red with tbe oil spring within it It was this map which enabled them to retain title. Although the present Seneca reservation, where most of the tribe lives, is some distance away, one Indian family is at all times located at the oil spring to preserve the tribe's title to it. However, the Saflecas, recognizing the importance of the tercentenary celebration held there irecently. granted tbe committee in charge a right of way for a road to the spring and also tbe land for 75 feet around it. This road connects the spring with a state highway near by so that this historic place to

surviving sons and daughters. Btft today a fortune reaches far into the millions. It is so enormous that It can stand division and Mill survive. Th fact, it is often so enormous that the most industrious prodigal can't squander it ] Ant what is happening, A tradition of publie service is developing among the best type of rich young Americans; and out of this we may

expect some such results as European society produced—this being. In the Evans view, just ground for rejoicing. —Montgomery Evans, tn the Forum. * ■ The finicky customer at the seed store had pawed over all the envelopes and still was undecided. *T just can't make up my mind,** be «aid at fast “My garden must be cheerful and lively this year.” "Then why not plant tumble weeds and Mexican jumping beans F* sug-

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now more easily accessible than it ever has bee® before. The unveiling of this monument is not the first, however, to be erected to “Black Gold,” for years ago a monument was erected near Titusville. Pa., on the spot where the first oil well was drilled. Thia well was known as the Drake well, and it came into being because in 1859 capitalists in New York and New Haven organized a company to [procure, manufacture and tejl petroleum for illuminating purposes. They sent “Col” Edwin L. Drake, a conductor on the New Haven railroad, to western Pennsylvania to discover oIL Drake was Instructed to drill for oil as if for artesian water and for this purpose he engaged the services of William Smith, a salt well digger, and his sons, William Smith. Jr., and James Smith. In this connection it is interesting to note that there la still living in Titusville a man, who as a boy of sixteen, had a part in drilling the first oil well. He is Sam Smith, son of the William Smith, mentioned above. In describing the his- j torlc achievement. Sam Smith tells that the spot ; for locating the original well was selected because : at that point a pool of surface petroleum had collected for years. The Indians had been accustomed to scoop oil from the puddles to mix the , paint with which they adorned themselves and 1 later the white men had dipped it to lubricate the I machinery in saw mills nearby. However, the . amount obtained thus was only a few gallons a day. After weeks of hard work and many disappointmeats, at last on August 27. 1850, at a depth of 69H feet. Drake struck oil which rose to within j a few feet of the surface. A pump and tank were Installed and every day except Sunday from 20 to 30 barrels of crude petroleum were pumped from the well. From the beginning Drake had j been looked upon as something of a foob but his success made him a hero. Immediately there was a rush to tbe region around Titusville, and Oil i Creek valley, which until this time had been a remote lumbering region with only a few scat- | tered farms, became the goal of an excited multitude which make Its fortune from the “black gold" which Drake had brought to tbe surface. The story of this boom camp is the story of many others. Cities sprang up between days. Pit hole, a few miles from Titusville, being the most famous. When the first flowing well came In, there was such a rush started that within three months the town had 10,000 people, then 20.000, and. it Is said, at one time a permanent population of 30,000. Including transients it Is even asserted that the number reached 50,000. The first pipe line was from Pithole to the railroad, four miles away. Three railroad lines were later graded into Pithole and trains ran on one of them. Big hotels were built, an oil exchange established and the post office business was exceeded only in Philadelphia and Pittsburgh among the Pennsylvania cities. Petroleum sold up to sl6 a barrel and even higher, but at other times it was as low as 10 cents a barret The first excitement soon died down to the humdrum activity of every-day Industry, and after the oil resources of that region ran dry the mushroom towns that had sprung up soon passed out of existence. Drake himself had made a fortune, but be soon lost it, and he and bls family , were reduced to poverty. They were faring starvation when the state of Pennsylvania granted him an annuity of $1,500 a year. This pension and the monument erected to bls memory near l Titusville were all that Edwin Drake received for bls gift of “black gold” to the world.

gested the weary clerk.—American Legion Monthly. Camouflage “Can you recite The Star-Spangled Banner*?* “Not all of it.” admitted Senator Sorghum; “nor can I repeat all of the Declaration of Independence. But I always send up fireworks on the Fourth of July and am comforted to know that any oratorical efforts on my part to interrupt them would not be appreciated.”—Washington Star.

HIS WIFE, THE BETTER MANAGER

••- - - - ■ ■■■■■ '— (© by D. J. WaUh.) MRS. WHIPPLE read the document carefully, ignoring the outstretched penholder in her husband’s hand. “Mortgage on the farm,” she said, as her eyes reached the bottom, “and you want me to sign It?” “Naturally, as I’m standing here holding out a pen to you.” She dropped the paper on the table and turned to him. “It’s for the automobile you’re been talking about,/1 suppose?” she asked. “Do you remember it took ten years to pay off the mortgage that was on the place when I married you? And do you realize that though Mary’s expenses at the seminary and Tom's at college are all paid for the present year, sl,tiOO will be needed for the next? We have some S3OO in the bank, I think, and you’ve rented the farm we might have counted on for some income. See your way?” •There you go,” said Whipple Irritably; “always and forever trying to throw cold water on whatever I bring up. Os course, I remember, and. of course, I realize. The mgney’ll come round all right when it’s needed. It always does. But you to forget the farm’s naturally mine. You didn’t have a cent when I married you.” Mrs. Whipple flattened the paper on the table, took the pen from his hand and signed her name, quietly. “I can’t answer that argument, William,” she said coldly. “You flung It at me when you rented the farm. It is ap unfortunate fact that I did not bring you any money.” “Oh, come, now. Mary,” apologized her husband as he picked up the paper and slipped It into his pocket “you know I didn’t quite mean that. I’m always making fool statements Fm sorry for afterward. Os course, r don’t really own the farm. There was the $3,000 mortgage, and you helped pay that off. “I’m awfully glad you’ve come around to see the automobile buying same as I do,” he mumbled. “It’s time we had one. Olem Anderson and Sam Potter, and—” “I understand,” she interrupted. “Mrs. Anderson was talking with me the other day. They mortgaged tjrteir farm to buy a car. Mr. Potter got his father to indorse a note for him at a bank. The Smiths have considerable surplus money, I believe, so it was all right for them, I understand all right Y’ou had automobile on the brain three months ago, when you first hinted about renting the farm.” “There, that proves you don’t understand!” he exclaimed triumphantly. “You think it’s just extravagance. It isn’t The agent says there’s no trouble at all in selling automobiles. It’s fair time now, and he’s going round to the big ones and says he’d like a man along to help.” “Just what day does the renter take possession?” “Next Monday. But he’ll come Into the house today with his family. That will make it pleasanter for you, me being away, so you won't be lonesome. They take only the back part of the bouse, so there needn’t be any more mixing than you like.” “I shall go away myself tomorrow," she said calmly. “No use my staying on here.” “You—go away! But you mustn’t, Mary. It wouldn’t be right Then, there’s nobody but your sister, and you wouldn't want to live there. Her husband—” “Not there, of course. Pm thinking of the SI,OOO. I shall be doing what I can to—” “Mary!” qdick wrath mingling with the expostulation. “You surely don't mean going back to your old work of demonstrating family flour to the public, baking biscuit and waffles with it, and having your girls pass ’em round with cups of coffee to gaping listeners while you talk? Going back to work would make it seem like—like I was hard up.” x Mary Whipple looked at him with a half smile, tenderness In her eyes, but resolution on her lips. She was still the striking figure that had demonstrated flour to the public twenty years before, a little older, a little stouter, but with the same friendly eyes and clear, persuasive voice. “Will Whipple,” she smiled, “you’re a dear, good man, with a warm, loving heart as big as your body. Your face is still the same handsome, cieansouied one that I once singled out from the crowd looking up at me. But for all that, you’re only a big irresponsible, headstrong boy, as you always have been and always will be. }ust now you've taken the bit in your mouth in spite of reason and my wishes. Ihdeed. you didn’t even ask my advice, knowing you were contemplating a foolish move. But welt let all that pass. Now you want to lock me up while you’re' racing with

Lives in History as the World’s Ideal Knight

Chevalier Bayard was the final consummate glory of the age of chivalry. The French still call him their "knight without fear and without reproach,” yet this soldier of spotless fame, who has grown into proverbial identification with all that is pure and noble tn manhood. was born in a degenerate age and lived in days of widespread depravity, wbep the order of chivalry, which had been the redeeming feature of fallen Into decay. The date of his birth is not certain, but probably was around 1478. In early youth he entered the service of the duke of Savoy as a page and his skill as a horseman at the hunt soon won him the notice of the king, who took him into his household. From 1494 on he followed the career of a soldier and is said to have combined the merits of an excellent tactician with the magnanimity, loyalty and romantic heroism of an ideal knight Military nien of his time said Chevalier Bayard assaulted like a greyhound. defended himself like a Uob

a lot of future trouble. It can’t b« Jone. Will, really and truly it can’t Fve got to try to head you off li some way, get between you and the stone wall, and arrange as best I can for that $1,600. To tell the whole ' ruth, Mary and Tom are more in, my thoughts just now than you.” After dinner Whipple left, with profuse but unsaid apologies in his eyes and hesitating voice. The next morning the new tenant arrived with his family, slipping quietly into the back part of the house. Toward noon there was a whirr and honking outside that drew Mrs. Whipple to a window. She supposed it was her husband, returned unexpectedly. But, no, it was a strange car, much handsomer and more substantial looking than her husband’s. She already had packed and dressed for departure and had been about to call the tenant’s boy to harness a horse when the honking came. She went to see what was wanted. “Mr. Whipple at home?” “No, and likely to be gone several weeks.” The man seemed much disappointed. “Too bad!” he exclaimed, “and here I’ve made a run of twenty miles to see him. We heard he was thinking of buying a car and we've got the best for the money that’s on the market. You see, I happened to be, in this section starting a new agent and, fearing be might not be experienced enough yet to show off the car property. I came up myself. I’m the traveling manager of the firm and must leave tomorrow.” “Wait a few minuted, please.” said Mrs. Whipple, as she stepped outside. Td like to look at the car and have a little talk with you.” They looked over the automobile together. he explaining and listening to what she said. His first Impatience soon gave place to a forgetfulness that be was in a hurry. At the end of twenty minutes he was nodding and smiling. “We've never tried a woman before.” he said; “but with your previous experience and manner I realty believe It’s going to be great. And your grasp of things is nothing less than intuition. In a few days you’ll know as much about the car as I do. Now you say you were all ready to start. Have your suitcase brought out and put into the car and I’ll take you right through. It will be quicker than a train, and I will want to introduce you to the general manager myself. You'll be just the person to reach the higher class of woman.” At the end of six weeks Whipple came home. He was not a good correspondent, and in all the six weeks he had not written a line home. He approached the house apologetically. But all he found was a brief note from his wife, giving her address In care of a well-known automobile firm. He looked at the name perplexedly. “Demonstrating flour,” he muttered, “and to be addressed here. What—oh, I see. Using one of their cars, of course.” For a week he stayed at the farm, not knowing what to do with himself. Then he took his car out on a selling trip through the neighborhood without success. One man really wanted a car and he looked over Whipple’s very carefully tfnd then went up to the city and purchased one just like it When Whipple heard of it he scowled. “1 primed him up for the purchase,” he thought, dismally, “but he feit a plain farmer’s opinion on automobiles couldn't be depended on. so he went and bought of some dapper city salesman. Ho-hum! Wish I hadn’t rented. Wish Mary’d coipe home.” But it was six months before Whipple saw a handsome machine cross the yard swiftly and curve to a graceful stop directly in front of the door. He was admiring the skill of it while hurrying forward to find out what was wanted. Then he stopped short, staring, when he saw that his wife was the driver and only occupant. “I didn't know you could run a machine, Mary.” he stammered. “Been running this one nearly six months,” she answered, as she dropped lightly to the ground and offered her face for a kiss. “How are things?” “Rotten,” be groaned. “I’ve paid out half the rent money In repairing my car, and now I guess it’s nothing but a junk pile, for I can't make It stir any more. Wish- we*could go back to where we were before we rented. But that’s a dandy car you've got Where did you hire it?” “Bought IL Will,” she answered. “Or rather, the firm gave it to me as a bonus on sales. I've bad fine success, and the $1,600 is already banked. Os course, we can’t come back to the farm till the two years are up, so I’ll keep on machine selling till then, Will, for I have a sale pending at Milltown this evening. I sold one this morning fifty miles the other way, and came by here in hope of finding you at leisure. I need a man to help me in my sales. Will you do IL Will?” And Whipple, to his glory be It said, answered: “Yes. glad to Mary. You’re the leader.”

and retreated like a writ, face always | toward his enemies. He was tall, slender, had black eyes and aquiline j nose. He died in battle in April, 1524. i —Kansas City Star. J Machine Measures Love How one reacts tp love, alcohol, cigarettes, coffee, fear or surprise may be determined with scientific accuracy by a new “vitality meter," which records graphically the rate and nature of pulses. The sensitive detector is attached to the wrist and transmits to a recording paper drum every j heart action and vibration of the nervous system. “Cowartf’ From Animate The word “coward” Is derived from the habit of animals of dropping their tails between their legs when frightened, according to Liberty. The English word comes from the old French “co,” meaning tail, derived from the T.Hn •‘Tt.ndis."

EES • THE • PiKITCHEN® sea

by Western Newspaper Union.) The farm has produced many of the great teachers, thinkers, poets, and preachers or the world. There must be a reason for IL SOMETHING ABOUT SAUCES The French have attained a mark near perfection in the preparation of

sauces. A perfect sauce is a thing of surprising delicacy and only he who has the most sensitive taste can ever achieve such perfection. There is always in the kitchen of a '

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good cook the pot of stock made from the liquor from the cans of mushrooms, or their trimmings, bits of fowl that are trimmed in the dressing, vegetables and other meats as welt This soup pot is the basis for hundreds of sauces. Crushed bones of veal, lamb, beef, ham bones, are all good material for sauces. The basic sauces are the white and brown, the latter called espagnole. Espagnole.—Take chopped calves’ feet and veal bones, crush with the trimmings from uncooked ham, cut into small pieces, chopped carrots, leeks, onions, celery, parsley roots, salt, pepper cloves, bay leaves and thyme, all put into a roasting pan, spread with sweet fat to prevent burning and roast in a hot oven until a golden brown. Stir until all are browned, then sprinkle with flour and brown lightly. Remove to a saucepan, cover with cold water and simmer for six hours on the back of the stove. Strain and reduce by simmering three more hours, skimming during the cooking. Place’ this rich sauce essence in the ice box to be used as required. Suck a sauce has flavor and character which can be found in none.. minutes and seasoned with bottled flavors. The French, in making white sauce, use half chicken fat and half butter; this gives that delightful flavor so well liked. When the fat is bubbling the flour is added, then btehded with the milk, hot. Cook for 15 minutes over water after It has been cooked until thick. J Sauees are thickened fluids, flavored with vegetables, savored with the stock of meat bones and seasoned with condiments and herbs. The fluid may be stock milk, vegetable juices such as strained tomato or mushroom liquor, and thickening such as flour, starch, arrowroot, egg yolks or, in cold sauces, oil and gelatin are used for thickening. Favorite Dishes. Our Welsh friends are very fond of the following very tasty soup: „

Buttermilk Soup. —Heat two quarts of buttermilk to the boiling point. Mix three tablespoonfuls of flour with three well beaten eggs; when smooth, add a little of the hot but-

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ternrilk and stir it gradually into the hot soup. Cook at simmering point until the flour is cooked, then let boll up once; add gutter and serve with a bit of sugar. Court Bouillon.—Take four quarts of water, one onion, one slice of car- , rot, two cloves, two tablespoonfuls of salt, one teaspoonful of pepper, one tablespoonful of vinegar, the juice of half a lerfion and bouquet of herbs. Tie the onion, carrot and herbs in a piece of muslin and put into the water with the other ingredients. Cover and simmer for one hour. Now add any fish to be boiled, tied in a thin cheesecloth to keep it from breaking. This gives a fine flavor to boile’d fish. Serve with any desired fish sauce such as: Hot Sauce Tartare. —To one-half cupful of white sauce add one-third of a cupful of mayonnaise, one-half tablespoonful each of chopped capers, pickles, olives and parsley; add one- • half shallot chopped and one-half teaspoonful of vinegar. ’ Stir until the mixture is thoroughly heated but do not cook to the boiling point. Serve hot. Hot Chicken Salad.—Mix one pint of cooked chicken cut Into cubes, one cupful of peas cooked, one-half teaspoonful of onion juice, one pimento cut into small squares, one teaspoonful of lemon juice; blend well and set aside for an hour or two. Make • sauce of one-fourth cupful each of , flour and butter, one-half teaspoonful of salt and a cupful each of chicken stock and cream. Add the seasoned ingredients and let stand over hot water until well heated through. Serve from a chaffing dish or on hot buttered toast. Baked Tongue.—Put a fresh tqngue in a kettle, cover with boiling water salted, and let cook slowly for two : hours or until tender enough to pee! I off the skin. Slice a small onion and brown in a tablespoonful of butter, j add one-half cupful carrot and celery cut into bits, stir until | well mixed, then turn into the roasting pan, lay in the tongue and pour I over five cupfuls of the liquor in I which the tongue was cooked. Season .1 with salt and pepper, cover and bake | for two hours in a moderate oven. Mercury Production The chief sources of the world production of mercury are Italy and Spain. Os a total annual production of about metric tons, Italy provides about 1,600 tons and Spain 1,000 tons. The production of the United States during the past six years baa been about 300 metric tons per year. Advertise Their Folly Fools, to talking ever prone, are sure to make their follies known.—-• John Gay.-