DR. PRICE’S
Cream
BAKING POWDER
IS ABSOLUTELY HEALTHFUL
Its active principle solely
grape acid ana baking
soda. It makes the food
more delicious and whole
some.
The low priced, low grade
powders put alum or lime
phosphates in the food.
Ask Your Doctor About That
When you are offered anything free
look for the string.
If your digestion is n little oft color s
•ourse of Gardeld Tea will do you good.
The wagon's tongue goes without
laying.
When a man Is down and out his
friends are soon up and away.
’Twas a Pretty Thing.
The young man produced a small,
•Quare box from his pocket.
"I have a present for you,” he began.
“I don’t know whether it will fit your
linger or not, but—”
"Oh, George!” she broke In, “this Is
>o sudden! Why, I never dreamed—”
But Just then George produced the
gift—a silver thimble—and It got sud
denly cooler In the room—Ladles’
Home Journal.
The Moon’s Offspring,
Looking out of the window one eve
ning. little Marie saw the bright, full
Boon In the eastern sky, and, appar
ently, only a few Inches from it, the
beautiful Jupiter, shining almost as
brightly as the moon Itself. Marie
faced Intently at the spectacle for a
Boment, and then turning to her
Bother exclaimed;
“Oh, mother, look! The moon has
laid an egg!”
Making Cheese It, Olden Days.
Cheese was made by the old-time
farmers In the summer on the co-op
erative plan by which four cattle own
•ra owning say 14 milch cows, received
all the milk night and morning, ac
cording to the daily yield of their
little herd. Thus given two families
having five cows each, one with three
and one with one, supposing that the
average yield per cow was the Bame,
Jn two weeks, two owners would make
five cheeses each; one would press
three, and one only one cheese, but
this one would he as good and as large
as any of the rest.—“Nobility of the
Trades—The Farmer,” Charles Wins
low Hall, in National Magazine.
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A Question of Names.
I In some of the country districts of
hwland it ie not an uncommon thing
.to see carts with the owners' names
Chalked on to save the expense of
balnting. Practical Jokers delight in
{rubbing out these signs to annoy the
Wwners.
j A constabulary sergeant one day ac
costed a countryman whose name had
•oen thus wiped out unknown to
him.
\ "Is this your cart, my good man?”
U“Of course it is!" was the reply. “Do
u see anything the matter wid it?"
“I observe,” said the pompous po
jlleeman, "that your name is o-blither
Wted.”
* j 'Then ye're wrong," quoth the coun
tryrnan, who had never come across
!the long word before, “for me name’s
O’Flaherty, and I don't care who
knows it.”—Youth’s Companion.
Shock for a Brother.
“John,” said an eminent physician,
wearily, entering his home after a
hard day’s work, "John, if anyone
calls excuse me.”
“Yes, suh,” agreed John, the old
I family darkey.
j “Just say,” explained the doctor,
{“that the masseur la with me.”
1 A little later the doctor’s brother
sailed—called and received the shock
•f his life.
I "I want to see the doctor at once,”
said he.
“Yuh can’t do it, sur," solemnly an
aounccd tho old darkey, turning up
his eyes till the whites alone showed
“Yuh can’t do it, suh. The doctor,
suh, am wid de Messiah.”—New York
Evening Sun.
I'"'
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Seemed Like More.
The Professor—In 140 wasps’ nests
there are an average of 26,000 insects.
The Student—Why, professor, I dis
turbed Just one nest one day, and I'll
bet there were more than 25,000 in
that one!"
Lest you forget when next In need of a
laxative remember the name “Gartlekl Tea.”
A trial will convince you of Its merits.
Getting Rid of It.
Tyres—I tell you the man who
takes care of his own motor car has
a good deal on his hands.
Byres—Well, soap is cheap.
A better thing than tooth powder to
cleanse and whiten the teeth, remove
tartar and prevent decay Is a prepara
tion called Paxtine Antiseptic. At
druggists, 25c a box or sent postpaid
on receipt of price by The Paxton
Toilet Co.. Boston, Mass.
Nothin’ In It
Teacher of Infant geography class—
John Mace may tell us what a strait
Is.
John Mace—It’s Jus' th’ plain stuff,
'thout nothin’ In it.—Judge.
The Usual Way.
"Yes; he committed political sui
cide."
"How can a man commit political
suicide?"
"By shooting off Mb mouth.”
True to His Trust.
“Father," asked the beautiful girl,
“did you bring home that material
for my new skirt?”
"Yes.”
"Where is it?”
“Let me see? Wait now. Don't be
impatient! I didn't forget it. I'm
sure I’ve got it in one of my pockets,
somewhere."
The Helriuom.
A Pittsburg drummer in a small
town dropped into a place to get a bite
to eat. The place looked familiar, but
he didn’t know the proprietor.
“Been running this place long?” in
quired the drummer.
"No; I Just inherited it from my fa
ther.”
“Ah. yes. I knew him. I recognize
this old cheese sandwich on the coun
ter.”
Good Balt.
Aunt Sarah, cook in a Richmond
family, took home a dish of macaroni
from her mistress’ table for the edi
fication of her own family. When her
children had been assured that it
was good they proceeded to eat with
great gusto. The next morning Aunt
Sarah discovered two of her off
spring in the yard turning over stones
and soil and scratching vigorously in
the earth.
“Hear, yo’ chillun!” called out Aunt
Sarah, “what yo’ all doin’?”
“We’s a-huntin’ ” was the reply, "to'
some mo’ of dem macaroni worms."
She Was a Duster.
Mrs. Sutton advertised for a woman
to do general housework, and in an
swer a colored girl called, announcing
that she had come for the position.
“Are you a good cook?” asked Mrs.
Sutton.
“No, Indeed, I don’t cook," was the
reply.
“Are you a good laundress?”
“I wouldn't do washin' and ironin’;
it's too hard on the hands.
"Can you sweep?" asked Mrs. Sut
ton.
“No," was the positive answer. I’m
not strong enough."
“Well," said the lady of the house,
quite exasperated, “may I ask what
you can do?”
“I dusts," came the placid reply.—
Everybody’s.
“He bit the hand that fed him” said Teddy of Big Bill,
And didn’t tell us if the bite had made the biter ill.
Now had Toasties been the subject of Bill’s voracious bite
He’d have come back for another with a keener appetite.
Written by WILLIAM T. HINCKS,
807 Stats St., Bridgeport, Goan.
One of the 50 Jingles for which the Postum Go.,
j Battle Creek, Mich., paid 91000.00 la May.
OLD EMERALD ISLE
STRUCK BY REVIVAL
New Spirit Pervades Ireland
and Nation Is Finding
Itself Through Memory.
IRISH LOVE RINGS TRUE
From Every Corner of the World Sons
of Erin Are Drawn Back to
Childhood Scenes — States
Send Many.
BY MARY SYNON.
Queenstown, Ireland. Special: An
old man, who had stood at the bow
of the great Atlantic liner ever since
the flock of seagulls had heralded the
nearness of the Irish coast, sighted the
low gray line of hills rising from the
sea almost before the lookout In the
crow’s nest gave the signal. The dusk
was drifting seaward, and for a long
time the old man gazed tensely across
the whipping waves of the Atlantic,
straining his vision toward the dim,
misted coast. Then he turned to a
group of his fellow-travelers, a cosmo
politan eddy of men and women, an
Australian actress, a Greek broker, an
Englishman who had been game hunt
ing in the Canadian Northwest, a Turk
ish consul, an American physician and
two American girls, three generations
removed from their Irish ancestry.
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there were tears In his voice as he went
on, "I left her 42 years ago, and I’ve
always said that I’d never come home
till Ireland was a nation once more.
But I’m coming back," his tone rose
from Its sorrow like the sun rising over
mist, "to watch her become a nation
again.”
It was the Greek who broke the
silence that followed the old man’s out
burst. “You mean the Irish revival?”
he asked. "Tell me, how can a purely
literary movement like the revitalizing
of a half-dead language make over a
nation ?’’
All Know of Revival.
"If you hadn’t kept your own down
there In your corner of Europe, whom
do you think would be ruling your
country now?" the old man demanded.
The Greek smiled slyly at the rotund
Turkish consul. "You’d probably be
viceroy to him,” he said.
The American physician frowned
over a problem he had to present. “I
know that there is an Irish revival,” he
said “and I know It has been produc
tive of a new romantic movement in
English literature, but what is it doing
for Ireland itself?”
"You’ve seen but the shadow,” said
the Irishman. “That’s nil I’ve seen,
too, perhaps. But I’ve known those
who’ve seen the sun arising, and they
tell me of an Ireland where the children
speak Gaelic, where the boys and girls
arc looking forward to living at home,
not emigrating; where the old music
and the old dancing and the old stories
are heard, and where a nation Is find
ing her future by remembering her
past. That’s what I'm coming to see.
My father, and his father, and his
father’s father died for Ireland. ’Tis
another age now, and ’tis not likely to
be coming to me,” he smiled whimsical
ly. “but ’tis Irish of the Irish I’ll be
this day fortnight, when I find myself
in an Irish Ireland.”
Poetry of Memories. »
Then he was silent again, for the
coastline rose more grimly. And the
others near him were silent, too, as all
the beauty, the poetry, the memories
of that land flashed with the Fastnet
light. Far over them came with th£
mist some Idea of the groat movement
that is swinging Ireland again before
the limelight of the panorama of na
tions. To all of them the Irish re
vival was a word, at least, of intellec
tual Interest. To a few of them it
meant more, for the sense of race is
strong. One of the American girls
voiced it as a white-trousered, blue
coated young Englishman passed her
on the deck. "Will you tell me,” she
asked the Greek, "how a nation ttiat
has made me feel its call tonight
through three forgotten generations,
let itself be overpowered by a nation
that is represented by him?" She nod
ded derisively after the retreating
figure.
The Greek laughed. "There’s always
a balance,” he said, “but it Is strange
how you Irish hear the call. In the li
brary Just now the dignified president
of the Hudson River transportation
lines rebuked a young woman who
sneered at Ireland. He’s taking his
family to see the place where he was
born. And he’s talked for hours of his
hope of finding Ireland nationalized by
this language restoration.”
All about the ship as she swung from
the Fastnet to the Bull’s Head light
there was talk of Ireland, past, present
and future. The thrill or it, of the
misted hills In the violet twilight, of
the low lights on the shores, of the
brighter stars, recalled to me two
scenes out of New York Just before my
sailing.
Love For Native Heath.
One of them, set in the dining room
of an old house overlooking Gramercy
park, under the blaze of the Metropli
tan tower, was as far from Ireland in
setting as it was near in thought. For
there in the candlelight among the
company, sympathetic and under
standing, a man and woman had talked
of their native Ireland. The man is a
great electrical engineer, famous on
two continents. The woman is a New
York surgeon, as famed for her real
philanthropy as for her wonderful
skill, both of them have world-wide in
terests. Both of them are in the fore
ground of Important movements. Both
of them have spoken with authority on
topics more apparent in general Inter
est to those who were there. But their
talk fell upon Ireland and they spoke
from the heart, not of the Ireland ot
yesterday, but of the Ireland of to
day. In their crowded lives they had
found time to keep in touch with all
the tides of Irish life. They knew
Douglas Hyde, who is president of the
Gaelic league, that moving power be
hind tile revival, and Father Michael
O'Flanagan, who, as American envoy
of the league, has acquainted the
United States with Irish industries;
they knew Dr. Slgerson, and Prof
lvuno Meyer, and de Joubalnville. and
the other continental European schol
ars who had aided in the restoration
ot Gaelic; they knew the twists and
turns of Irish politics as well as they
knew New York; they knew all th<
hopes of the Dublin revivalists; anc
knowing all these, they made their tali
so vivid that no one of those wh<
listened to them remembered New Yori
until they called attention to how thi
Gaelic revival was spreading Its in
iluence to the United States, not onlj
through the orators of the Gaelh
league, but also through the Imports
tion of Irish art and goods of Irlsl
manufacture. They mentioned the win
dow of Celtic crosses at Louis Tiffany'
up on Madison avenue and the Irlsl
poplins at Walpole's; they called at
tention to the waxing popularity of th
beautiful Donegal rugs: and they toll
of what this meant to the workers i
Ireland, "the chance to stay home,"
growing wistful as they spoke of it;
and yet they were two people who
had attained extraordinary success in
the land they had come to. So real
was their Ireland that the spell of
their speech came all the way across
the ocean with one who heard them.
Where T. R. Breaks In.
The other scene was one of Intense
activity, the private office of Theodore
Roosevelt in the rooms of the Outlook
Magazine. The screws of tension were
tightening as every quarter-hour
brought telegrams, delegations, new
problems of political .warfare. Messen
gers, secretaries, campaign managers,
rubbed against each other in scurrying
haste. And in the midst of it all
Roosevelt, the directing force, sat
calmly talking of the Gaelic revival,
praising the spirit of its renaissance,
quoting from some of the songs whose
beauty was lost to the world until
the Gaelic league found them, urging
that an effort be made for the pur
pose of raising funds to endow chairs
In American universities for the study
of Celtic literature, and planning a
course for the Gaelic Literature asso
ciation, an institution of American
statesmen, scholars and publicists, of
which he is to be the honorary presi
dent.
The realization of the sweeping power
of the Irish revival came with that
hour, for Theodore Roosevelt and the
men with him spoke of the movement,
not as if their speech of it were an
excursion from the immediate business
of their work, but as if they had ap
preciated Its value as one of the vital
izing influences of the world today.
And the memory of its estimated value
there returned to me with the knowl
edge that the liner was bearing back
to Ireland more than two hundred men
and women returning from the States,
drawn back by the news that has gone
around the globe that the island that
buffers the Atlantic is once more com
ing to her old glories.
In the second cabin one of the home
comers was planning his return. "I’m
going on to Meath,” he was saying,
“to the singing, and the dancing, and
the piping, and the fairs, and the talk
ing.”
"Faith 'tis talking in Irish you’ll
have to be, Mr. Sullivan, if vou’ll wish
to make yourself understood," a
woman said.
“Thank God for that,” said Mr. Sulli
van
lie and the others were thanking God
for it as the tender slid through the
dawn up between "the holy hills” to
the Queenstown quay. For right there,
under the lights of a gray, grim battle
ship of England, rang out to them the
cry, "Cead Mile Fallte," followed by
other welcoming words in the tongue
so long suppressed that even there its
renewal seems miraculous.
Surrender of the Suffraget.
A suffraget was fair Lucctte
With eyes that won her votes galore.
Anil smiles and hair that seemed to get
The politicians by the score.
They sought her voice and heart and
hand
For woman’s rights to win the day,
Fur every time she took the stand
The ballots always came her way.
But brief, though sweet was her eareer
In semi-ultra public life;
She could not vote herself, 'twas clear,
And so she soon gave up the strife.
She could not vote? Ah let me see;
Yes, I remember now, perforce;
She voted once—it was for me!
"The term?" you ask. For life, of
course!
—Uttell McClung, in Norman E, Mack’s
National Monthly.
Could Not Cure Her Husband.
From Tit-Bits.
A woman consulted an oculist about
her husband’s eyesight, saying she
wanted a very strong pair of glasses
for him.
"I fear I cannot recommend glasses
without first seeing your husband,” the
oculist said.
"He won’t come at any price,” was
the reply.
"Then tell me something about him.
Can he Bee objects at a distance, or
does he experience difficulty when
reading? For instance, could he see
that pigeon which is flying up above
us?”
"Rather!” the woman said. “He’d
spot a pigeon on t' wing quicker than
he’s see an aeroplane, especially if
he'd got a bet on it. What I wants
yer to cure is short sightedness when
he'd see an aeroplane, especially if
for a Job for 10 years, and never seen
one to suit his fastidious eyesight yet!”
The oculist regretted that he couldn’t
deal with the case.
Puzzling.
When Harry and his father were walk
ing down the lane they saw a board
which said on it:
“Lost, half Persian cat; finder reward
ed.”
Harry (to his father)—I say, dad, it
does not say which half we are to look
for.
Enigmatic.
Exeaange.
“I say, how is that new baby over to
your house?”
"It’s a howling success.”
In tho current issue of Farm and Flre
Blde, a contributor tells how intensive
farming is being more and more practised
in iowa, where land already threatens to
pass the *200 an acre mark. Pleasant Val
ley township, in Scott county, is an inter
esting example. Following Is an extract:
'• ’The pioneer In tlio onion-raising in
dustry at Pleasant Valley was H. Schuet
ter, now retired from active farming life.
From 1875 to ISM he devoted from 14 to
19 acres to onions every year and kept an
accurate account of the results obtained.
When he retired, his sou, F. F. Schuetter,
succeeded him, and he has also kept a
close record of cost and production.
” ‘The 19-year record of the father
shows that the average yield under his
management was 325 bushels per acre, and
the average price received, 43 cents. The
figures of the son, kept from 1895 up to
the present time, show that during these
last years the average yield has been 490
bushels, and the average price, 45 cents.
The cost of production for the same period
amounted to about *70 an acre a year,
leaving a profit of *150 to the acre. By
reason of his success in onion-raising, Mr.
Schuetter has not only been privileged to
turn down an offer of *1,000 an acre for
his land, but to set an examplo which
many of the fanners of his vicinity have
emulated with great profit to themselves.
" ‘Best scientific methods are being used
by ail the growers. The fields are kept
perfectly clean, as tha onion smothers
easily. By using the same soil for the
crop year after year the land has become
so free of weeds that it now kept clean
with little difficulty. Once each summer
the fanners flood their fields with a for
maldehyde solution to prevent blight.
Every season a small portion of the land
Is set aside by each grower for the raising
of his own seed, and on this part of his
field lie plants the best bulbs selected
from the crop of the season before. Care
ful selection of the bulb for seed is one
of the chief reasons for th" size and qual
ity of the Pleasant \ alley onions.
” ’When harvest-time comes, all of the
unemployed men and boys in the town
1 ship are put to work in the fields pulling.
' cleaning, drying and preparing the onions
1 for shipment Slost of the crop is shipped
1 out of the valley through the County Fruit
■ Growers' association, to which most of
. tlie onion-farmers belong. Two hundred
1 and seventy-five cars were sent east last
zjyeac.' “
| This Good Old Cherry Season, j
While the succulent cherry Is in evi
Sence, it is well to know all the ways
It can be prepared for the table. Here
are a few:
Frozen Cherries.
The cherries must be good and ripe.
The dark red, sweet cherry or the black
cherries are the best.
1 quart cherries, pitted.
1 quart water.
2 cups granulated sugar.
1 tablespoon lemon juice.
Ice and salt.
Put the water and sugar into sauce
pan, put over fire and boil 5 minutes;
set aside to cool. Crush three cups of
the cherries and strain through coarse
strainer, and add to the sugar, water
and lemon juice. If not sweet enough,
add more sugar. Put into freezer;
pack with ice and salt alternately;
churn 8 or 10 minutes; do not freeze
too hard. Pack with Ice and salt, cover
with piece of burlap until ready to use.
Serve in Ice cream glasses or sherbet
cups. To the one cup of pltter cherries
add % cup sugar; set in cold place,
and when ready to serve the frozen
cherries put three or four of the su
gared cherries over the top.
Cherry Salad.
Cherry salad is very nice when you
use oxheart and black Spanish cher
ries.
1 cup oxheart cherries, pitted.
1 cup black Spanish cherries, pitted.
% cup marshmallows.
% cup whipped cream.
% cup mayonnaise.
The inside leaves of head of lettuce.
Wash and stem the cherries, and
with pointed knife remove the pits and
Insert a small piece of marshmallow.
Put the cherries on plate in cold place
until ready to use. uue bowl with
lettuce and lay the cherries on, first the
black and then the oxheart; cover with
the mayonnaise and then the whipped
cream; garnish with four or six whole
cherries. You can leave off the lettuce
and mayonnaise; sugar the cherries,
cover with the cream, and you have a
very nice dessert.
Canning Cheries.
The important point in canning
cherries is to have them perfect, no de
cay snots. It is always best to plan
to make marmalade when canning;
then, when picking over the cherries,
those that are not perfect can be put
into another saucepan for the marma
lade; when pitting, if there are spots,
remove them. Sour cherries are the
best for canning and marmalade.
Put the cherries in a large pan of
cold water, rinse well, put Into colander
to drain, then stem and pit (they need
not be pitted for canning if you do
not have the time). To each cup of
sugar add 1 cup of water; bofl 3 min
utes. Put the rubber on jar. then fill
jar with cherries and add the boiling
water and sugar; put on the top and
screw tight. Place jar in boiler of hot
water (have grate or perforated tin in
bottom of boiler so the water is under
and around the jar). The cherries must
come to a boil slowly and boil 10 min
utes. Remove the jars and be sure
they are screwed tight. Do not set the
jars on a window sill or in a draft,
for they are apt to crack.
The amount is not given, but it take9
about 2 pounds of perfect cherries to 1
cup sugar and 1 cup water, making 2
pint jars. Here is where economy comes
in. If you make 1 or 2 tumblers of
marmalade, then not a drop of Juice or
one tablespoon of the fruit is wasted.
Cherry Marmalade.
2 cups flour.
2 teaspoons baking powder.
% teaspoon salt.
2 teaspoons shortening.
1 teaspoon butter.
V* cup sugar.
% cup milk.
2 cups pitted cherries.
Sift the flour, baking powder and
salt into bowl, add the shortening and
rub in very lightly with the tips of the
fingers; then add milk enough to hold
together; form into loaf, place on
floured bakeboard; roll out % inch
thick; cut into 8 pieces and on each
piece place a large tablespoon of the
cherries and a tablespoon sugar. Brush
the edges with cold water, bring the
dough around the cherries, press to
gether; place in bakedish which has
been brushed with a little melted but
ter; sprinkle top with sugar and cover
with the remaining milk, dot with the
butter; cover and place in hot oven
20 minutes; then remove the cover, re
duce the heat of oven and bake 2tt
minutes, or until nice and brown.
If there are a few cherries left, you
can put them between the dumplings
in pan.
Steamed Cherry Pudding^
1 cup flour.
1 teaspoon baking powder.
M teaspoon salt.
% cup milk.
1 egg.
1 cup pitted cherries.
1 cup sugar.
1 teaspoon buter.
Sift the flour, salt and baking pow
der into a bowl; add the milk and well
beaten egg; mix all well together.
Brush small mold or pall with butter,
put In the pudding and steam 2% hours.
Serve with any sauce desired, or with
a sauce made as follows:
Sauce—Chop 1 cup pitted cherries
very fine, add 1 cup sugar and boil 10
minutes; serve with the steamed pud
ding.
OLD MAID SUFFRAGET
IS SPIRITUAL MOTHER
OF MUCH BETTER RACE
Poor Males, Overburdened,
Cannot Develop Intellect
ually, Says Vida Sutton.
WILL NOT WED INFERIORS
New York. Special: Before sailing
for Europe to make a year’s study of
its women, MiS3 Vida Sutton, Chicago
university graduate, lecturer and lead
er of suffrage among college women,
yesterday explained the “great social
scare,” as she has put it, "Why suffra
gists don’t marry.”
Miss Sutton is a most attractive type
of the intellectual younger advocates
of suffrage.
“Just now there is a great social
scare over the query, ‘Why women,
particularly suffragists, don’t marry.’
It is true that a vast number of fine,
healthy, intelligent young women, who
would make ideal wives and mothers,
are not taking husbands.
Situation Hopeful.
“But the situation is a hopeful one;
not one over which to be frightened,”
she explained with enthusiasm. "How
ever, the suffrage movement is not to
be charged up %vith the reason for
young women not marrying today.
“Suffrage influence is only one of the
many factors that enter into this in
teresting period of transition for wom
ankind. Suffrage, social work, a de
sire to help humanity and clean up and
improve society generally, is the driv
ing spirit back of this great army of
unmarried women.
"Last century the unmarried woman
was society’s outcast: today she radi
ates brilliantly in the foreground of
affairs."
Then Miss Sutton made this sweep
ing ’statement: “The great army of
fine, intelligent, unselfish, hard working
unmarried women today is the splen
did advance guard of a civilization, the
highest and best of which the world
has ever known.
Talks of Spiritual Motherhood.
“Physical motherhood may not mean
anything at all if the children are in
ferior; spiritual motherhood is the real
motherhood. The unmarried women are
in a sense the spiritual mothers; they
mother the race, a very high service to
humanity. Jane Addams is one of
these.
"The ideal motherhood is a combi
nation of the physical and spiritual.
"The intellectual woman today, be
she the suffragist or non-suffragist, de
mands the best sort of marriage or
none at all. Once having formed our
ideals on anything, we are not satis
fied wdth something cheap. Such wom
en have achieved their economic inde
pendence is the most tremendous thing
of this age."
The Mayor of Toledo Praises the
Mayor of Cincinnati.
In the July American Magazine, Mayor
Brand Whitlock, of Toledo, Ohio, writes
an Interesting sketch of Mayor Henry T.
Hunt, of Cincinnati. Mr. Hunt, who Is
just past 34 years of age, Is a young col
lege man who started out to whip Boss
Cox’s machine in Cincinnati and who, as
prosecuting attorney, cleaned his city and
by indicting Boss Cox delivered the blow
that finally broke the machine. The fol
lowing is an extract from Mayor Whit
lock’s article:
"It took nerve to fight the regime in
Cincinnati; it took an. unusual quality of
nerve, but Henry T. Hunt has Just that
quality. He was born in Cincinnati, April
23, 1878, the son of Samuel T. Hunt. He
graduated from Yale in 1900, and he was
admitted to the bar in 1903. It was In 1905
that he was elected to the legislature on
the democratic ticket and in 1908 he was
elected prosecuting attorney of Hamilton
county on the democratic ticket by a
plurality of 3,200; and he was re-elected
prosecuting attorney In 1910 by a plurality
of 6.800. During his first term in the prose
cuting attorney's office he had shown
again his qualities. He spent months of
time and J1.30O of his own money in an
unpopular effort to rid the city of public
gambling. He compelled the removal of
slot machines from the county. He killed
the bucket shop business in Cincinnati. He
had drawn, while in the legislature, and
tried to have passed, a number of bills
covering serious defects In the election
laws: now he tried to use the machinery
of the prosecuting attorney’s office to do
what the legislature had failed to do. But
this was only the beginning. He fought
a long battle against the machine through
the courts it controlled. He finally had
Cox himself indicted, and though the in
dictment was not sustained ultimately by
the courts, that process broke Cox’s powei
in the Cincinnati he had so long controlled
”lt looked as if Cincinnati had found
Its man, as if the leader had appeared
and last fall Henry T. Hunt was electee
mayor of Cincinnati by a plurality of 4,000
He believes In the new and free Cincin
nati, and that, of course, is the real Cin
clnnatl. He had made a splendid tight
against desperate odds: and while he it
not radical, as radicalism expresses itsel
in these days, he is liberal and progres
slve, and that is radical for Cincinnati."
The Simple Life in the Woods.
From the Christian Herald.
Camping days arc here again and every
body should be up to date in campini
methods. The first thing to know is hov
to make the camp fire. There are man;
ways to do it, but only a few best ways
The advantages of a stone enclosure fo
camp uooking are easily recognized. Us*
flat stones from the brookslde for th*
foundation: fill the chinks with mois
earth. Leave a doorway or draught hoi
on two sides, and always make use of th
bole to the windward when you build you
fire. Stones will hold heat for a loni
while. Soup, coffee, flapjacks and fls!
can be cooked In the pot or the spider o
top, while corn and potatoes are roastln
in the uneven places on the outside of tho
stove.
For the plates, knives, forks, spoons, and
other odds and ends of your camping out
fit a nest of pockets like a two-story
shoe-bag is the very neatest and best
thing ever, and can be easily made from
a yard and a half of denim bound round
with braid. Brown or green are best col
ors. The pockets accommodate the many
little and Important things that get so
easily misplaced or broken. It can be
tied up and folded over In such a way as
to take up very little space, and once you
try it you will learn Its value. Experi
enced campers use a camp pocket even
when they go to the woods for a single
day's picnic.
Sound Dramatic Sense.
Among the stories told by Arnold
Bennett during his American tour was
one about a young actress.
"Two men. Just before her debut,
were discussing this young actress’ fu
ture," Mr. Bennett said. “The first maa
remarked thoughfully:
“ ‘I believe her stage career will bo
extraordinary. She has a most remark
able dramatic sense.’
" ’Yes.’ s£dd the other man, ‘and how
does this dramatic sense display it
self?’
" ‘Well,’ replied the other, ’it dis
plays itself best, perhaps, in the series
of dinners, at ?4 a plate, that she haa
been giving week by week to all tho
dramatic critics and' theatrical corre
spondents'."
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