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OPINIONS OF GREAT PAPERS ON IMPORTANT SUBJECTS
Magnitude of Panama
TnE practical phases of the work
Panama Canal are Impressive In
I operation are fairly under way.
1 laborers will be employed. Under
ernment. or the contractors, can draw
part of the carta, but It U erpected
aad American negroes will be brought In at the outset. If
they cannot be secured in sufficient numbers Japanese, or
veu Chinese, labor may be used. The ordinary laborer's
wages will not be over 50 cents a day. In case negroes are
employed, accommodations for their
Tided, as It Is established by experience
will not go far from home without their
The task of maintaining a high grade
ucb people In a tropical climate will
must be successfully performed If epidemics are to be kept
away from the Isthmus. A sinall army of physicians, me
chanics, machinists, electricians, engineers, both stationary
and locomotive, firemen, masons, foremen, bosses, Inspect
ors and bo on will be required, and these positions will go
almost exclusively to white men from this country. The
feeding of the whole force will require a commissariat
qual to that of a large army In the tield, and the bulk of
the food supplies will go from the Tolled States to the
Isthmus, ns will Indeed a large amount of machinery, ce
ment and lumber. For the transportation of all this mate
rial to the Isthmus the Government will have a steamship
line between New York and Colon, which will be acquired
with the other property of the French company, ami the
Panama railroad, while, of course, New Orleans will be
come a great feeder through Its private steamship com
panies. In effect, the United States Government will super
intend an enterprise equivalent to maintaining an army
In active operations In a foreign country; although the Gov
ernment's Irect work would be greatly minimized If it
should make a contract with a syndicate or private con
struction company to do the Job. Springfield Republican.
Why Be Good?
THE announcement to the effect that the Inmates of
the county Jail are to be provided with facilities for
physical culture brings the reader again to that para
dox of modern civilization by which a young man of
exemplary character gets fewer advantages and opportuni
ties than the young man who perseveres In a disregard for
law.
Take two boys in an urban tenement district as lllus
crnCous. One Iniy is good. He attends school rogunrly. Ho
U In a room In which there are twice as many boys as
there ought to be and In which the courses of Instruction
may have practically nothing to do with the Industrial life
to which he Is destined. After a few years of perfunctory
tudy lie reaches his industrial majoriiy-14-aud he begins
to work. He has learned no trade. His "general culture"
Is not exactly efflorescent. His chances of becoming any
thing better than an unskilled employe are slight.
How much Ix-lier would It have been for lilm If he had
been bad! First, he would have beeu sent to a school for
'truants. There he would have got much better food than
at home and. In general, much better physical conditions.
Also, he would have had Instruction much more adapted
to his wants, because he would have been given a large
amount of inuuual training.
After he was released from the school for truants, If he
only had sense enough to keep on being bad, he would
escape going to work and he would be sentenced to a
school for delinquents where his education would be con
tinued. More games! More discipline: More manual train
ing! All supervised by experts In the sciences of pedagogy
and criminology.
Having become too old forthe Rchool for delinquents,
our boy now proceed to a reformatory. The good boy,
w,lom e look leave of some time ago, Is expiating his
The Fountain Pen: I
It Taught a Lesson.
"When yu get to be my age, Hurls,
you'll prefer to use your head more
4i in your legs less," said the cashier,
dryly, us be (dipped Into his pocket the
fountain pen which the young clerk
liad Just handed him: "If you had
thought at nil. you would have known
that 1 couldn't need this pen till to
morrow, mill you would have saved
yourself tho four blocks "
'i didn't think It nil," Interrupted
the iKiy, with a dhow of Irritation,
"When I've fald I'll do a thing. I've
done with thinking about it. I Just do
it."
"Then, Davis, you are a great moral
Knlux.'' retorted the other, with a
laugh. "I'll have to congratulate the
'hlcf that we have secured your ser-
VlCiS."
The buy felt that be was being ridi
culed, and his fresh young face red
d. iMd more deeply. He surveyed the
older wan with open defiance.
".lust (o show you, sir, thut I haven't
brought this pen back to make a show
of being goody-goody and getting Into
your favwr. I'll get myself thoroughly
out of, your favor and earn a discharge
by telling you who I I think of your
manners!" he burst forth, hotly, ami
his blue eyes moistened with anger.
"I think, sir, Hint they are"
He wavered on the brink of an tin
Bceustoinisl expletive.
"See here, Onvls, I apologize," said
the cashier, In n friendly tone. "I had
Ho huHlmnN speaking M I did. Hold
on n minute!" The young clerk had
laid his hit nd on the door knob. "I
iu really lnlireted, Davis, In your
views on borrowing and returning,"
the cashier font limed, In a light lone,
pliijlng with sonic papers on his d-k.
"I've been philosophising about It my.
If n I It II."
The boy nni plainly anxious to be
gi;iK Along with tho other clerk of
tin- (dire, bp bed this sharp-iongued,
smiling mil n In dislike. '
' "Von wnlk buck four blocks to fulfil
proiuUe to which bo on was bold
Inn . and )'" proved to n
Hint you didn't do It to forward your
If In our good graces," Hid the
enablrr.
"i tiiMt certainly 414 not!" retorted
Canal.
of constructing the
magnitude. When
from 20.000 to 40,000
the law the kv-
this labor from any
that West Indian
families must be pro
that these laborers
wives and children.
of sanitation among
prove difficult, but It
my moral principles concern you, sir,
until they become a matter of dollars
null cents to you. If 1 were In your
pi.sillon, with a chance to embezzle
funds "
The cashier's hands dropped upon
the desk, hlid off loosely by the weight
of his dragging arms, and fell limply
to his side.
" my views on borrowing and lend
ing would concern the firm," continued
the boy. "As It Is, you need not In
quire Into my motives "
"Oh, come, Davis, don't be so seri
ous!" urged the cashier, In n kindly
tone. A slight glow had come Into his
face. "Tell mo what makes you so
particular. It's Just habit, Isn't it?
You've been brought up to be nicely
scrupulous Y"
"It's Just my dislike for making ex
cusm, I think," answered Havls, slow
ly. "I'd always rather walk four
blocks than have to excuse myself to
any one for something I've done or
haven't done." -
"Well, I can understand that, Havls,"
said the cashier. "That sort of thing
is disagreeable, very. Now If you hud
borrowed this pen from my desk with
out tn.v knowing anything about It,
and hud returned It the same way,
there wouldn't have been that dNagrcc
nble explanation to go through."
"I don't see the gain." said the boy,
with a look of disgust on his face.
"Then you'd have the most disagree
able thing of all to do you'd have to
make excuses to yourself. There's
never any end to that sort of lliliig."
With that lie went out of the room.
"Hello, Havls!" called the cashier
after him, and when the Isiy stuck his
head In (it the door, "I meant to thank
you."
"Vim didn't seem particularly oblig
ed, sir," retorted tho boy, with a good
natured laugh, for a softened look In
the cashier's face had quite njipensed
li.iu.
"Indeed, I sm obliged to you!" said
the oilier, with a sort of fervor. The
Ixiy did not remnrk his tone. He bad
already dosed tho office Hoor.
The cashier transferred several pack
Hal's from his Inner pocket to the cash
drawer, humming a little tune
Youth's Companion,
The larger the town, the older the
women are before they quit dancing.
Tell n of a town In which the women
qntt at 40, and we can tell yon bow
piety In a prlntl jg establishment In which he Is trying to
develop bis faculties by menus of shoving several thousand
pamphlets a day through the throat of a stapler. Our bad
boy, shrewdly sticking to his reformatory, gets lots of
physical exercise, plenty of reading in the library, and a
final fitting for bis trade la the elaborately fitted reform
atory tool shop. He steps out Into the world at the age f
20 a trained American workman, uninjured by excessive
toll as a boy, and prepared to use bis skill in some trade
In which skill means large wages,
Viciousness brings Its own reward. Chicago Tribune.
Strikes and Settlements.
A STRIKE has spectacular features. It Is a declara
tion of war, and war always catches the public eye.
Rut a settlement of a labor trouble, either before or
after a strike, Is a humdrum business affair which
few outside of those Immediately concerned can understand.
The encouraging fact In the situation Is that the com
promises by which strikes are averted are, in a larger per
centage of the labor troubles than ever before. Roth sides
to the labor problem are evidently more amenable to reason
than In the past and more reidy to listen to argument.
Capital was never so willing to shaiv earnings with labor
as now. Labor was never so well paid. Its demands were
never listened to so patiently. Its outlook was never so
bright. Strikes will continue to occur, but the large per
centage of peaceful compromises shows that a Just and
equitable basis for the settlement of the labor problem Is
being gradually reached. Philadelphia Press.
The War on Consumption.
CONSUMPTION Is not only a curable and preventable
disease; but It is a plague which can be wholly ex
tirpated by the universal exercise of simple precau
tions. There Is no need of It spreading from one
member of a family to the others; and there Is even less
need of it being permitted to descend from generation to
generation. A consumptive in a house Is not a center of
contagion, unless by culpable neglect the rest of the house
hold make him so. There Is only one way of communi
cating the disease and that Is by permitting the sputum to
dry and be carried into the air again; and it la the simplest
thing In the world to absolutely prevent this from occurring.
The fact that consumptive sanitariums are about the
safest places for people with weak lungs to live demon
strates this theory. Some statistics were published a few
years ago going to prove that certain Swiss towns, in which
large consumptive hospitals had been established, Bhowed
an actual reduction In the percentage of tuberculosis cases
among their people after the opening of these hospitals
which collected sufferers from all over Europe. If con
sumptives, when looked after In the cleanly manner ad
vised by modern science, still spread the disease, these
towns should have shown a marked Increase. As It was,
the example set by these Institutions really brought about
a decrease. Montreal Star.
Cheerfulness Brings Happiness.
TO be cheerful when the world Is going well with you
Is no great virtue. The thing is to be cheerful under
disadvantageous circumstances. If one has lost mon
ey, If business prospects fall, if enemies appear tri
umphant, if there Is sickness of self or those dear to one,
then Is It, Indeed, a virtue to be cheerful- When poverty
pinches day after day, month after month or through the
years as they pass, and one has ever to deny self of every
little longed-for luxury, and the puzzle of how to make one
dollar do the work of two has to be solved, then the man
who can will be cheerful Is a hero. He is a greater hero
than the soldier who faces the cannon's mouth. Such cheer
fulness Is the kind that we need to cultivate. Milwaukee
Journal.
STAR OF BETHLEHEM.
Another Kffort Made to Kxplain A.
tronnmicut I'licnomeuon.
A fresh attempt has been made to
explain the Impressive astronomical
phenomenon which, according to the
Scriptures, accompanied the birth of
the founder of the Christian religion,
says the New York Tribune. Inasmuch
as it was of short duration and excep
tional brilliancy, It has often been sug
gested that It was a temporary star,
like that which blazed out suddenly In
the constellation of Perseus over two
years ago. Indeed, a belief for which
there never was any substantial foun
dation was once entertained that the
Star of Bethlehem may have been
Identified Willi the star which Tycho
observed In 157J.
To accept this latter theory It was
necessary to assume that the object In
question was In the habit of reappear
ing: regularly at Intervals of about .'il l
years. A few credulous people actual
ly looked for its reappearance In l.swi,
although uo reputable' astronomer en
couraged the expectation. It did not
com:', mid nobody now takes any stock
In the Idea of Identity with Tycho's
star.
The latest suggestion, offered by
Iinvics 1'orbes, an Englishman, Is that
the Star of Rethlehem was not only a
comet, but was the same one which
bears Halley's inline. This comet has
had u peculiar Interest for astrono
mers, iM'cause It Is the first whose re
turn was ever predicted. After Its
visit to tin.' vicinity of the sun from
outer space hi 1fK. Halley found rec
ords of the paths followed by similar
bodies In' li07 and These con
formed so closely to the orbit Just
computed that he felt Justified In de
claring that the dates represented
three sc-piirate appearances of one com
et, mid that a fourth might be confi
dently expected In IKI.'i.
Though Halley did not live to see It,
the comet came back exactly on time,
and appeared Jn precisely the right
place. If nothing happens to It, there
fore. If ought to btt observed once more
In Hill, or eight years hence. Mr.
Forbes tries also to Identify Halley's
comet with one mentioned by Josephus
as appearing at thu time of tho de
struction of Jerusalem, 75 A. I)., and
another wblcb he says signalised Pom
pey'i dofett of afithridatoa aowly U0
OLD-
I FAVORITES
f H I' I I I I ! 4- ! 1 I -t-
John Barns of Gett jsbnrg-.
Have you heard the story that gossips
tell
Of Burns of Gettysburg? No? Ah,
' well;
Brief is the glory that hero earns.
Briefer in the story of poor John Burns;
He was the fellow who won renown
The only man who didn't hack down
When the rebels rode through his native
tuwii;
But held his own in the fight next day.
When all his townsfolk ran away.
That was in July, sixty-three,
The very day tlmt General Iee,
Flower of Southern chivalry,
Bullied and beaten, backward reeled
From a stubborn Meade and a barren
tield.
I might tell you how, but the day before,
John Burns stood at his cottage door,
Looking down the village street,
Where, in the shade of his peaceful vine.
He heard the low of his gathered kine,
And felt their breath with incense sweet;
Or I might say, when the sunset burned
The old farm gable, he thought it turned
The milk, that fell in n babbling Hood
Into the milk pail, red as blood,
Or how he fancied the hum of bees
Were bullets buzzing among the trees,
But all such fanciful thoughts us these
Were strange to a practical man like
Burns,
Who minded only his own concerns.
Troubled no more hy fancies linn
Thau one of his culm-eyed, long-tailed
kine
Quite old fafhioned nnd matter-of-fact,
Klow to argue, but quick to act.
That was the reason, as some folks say,
lie fought so well on that terrible day.
And it was terrible. On the right
Haged for hours the heady fight,
Thundered the battery's double bass
Iiittlciilt music for men to face;
While on the left where now the graves
Undulate like the living waves
That all that day unceasing swept
Up to the pits the rebels kept
Uound-sliot plowed the upland glades,
Sown with bullets, reaped with blades;
Shattered fences here ami there
Tossed tiieir splinters in the air;
The very trees were stripped and bare;
The burns that once held yellow grain
Were heaped with harvest of the slain;
The cattle bellowed on the plain,
The turkeys screamed with might and
main,
And brooding barn-fowl left their rest
With strange shells bursting in each nest.
Just where the tide of battle turns,
Erect and lonely stood old John Burns.
How do you think the man was dressed?
He wore nn ancient long buff vest,
Yellow as saffron but his best;
And, buttoned over his manly breast,
Was a bright-blue coat, with a roiling
collar,
And large gilt buttons size of a dollar
With tails that the country-folk called
"swaller."
lie wore a broad brimmed, bell-crowned
hat,
White as the locks on which it sat.
Never hud such a sight beeu seen
For forty years on the village green,
Since old John Burns was a country
beau,
And went to the "quiltings" long ago.
Close at his elbows all that day
Veterans of the Peninsula,
Sunburnt and bearded, charged away;
And striplings, downy of lip and chin
Clerks that the Home Guard mustered
in
Glanced, ns they passed, at the hat he
wore,
Then at the rille his right hand bore;
And hailed him, from out their youthful
lore,
With scraps of a slangy repertoire:
"How are you, White Hat?" "Put her
through."
"Your head's level," and "Bully for
you!"
Called him "Daddy"; begged he'd dis
, ci(-e
The name of the tailor who made his
clothes.
And what wns the value he set on those;
While Burns, unmindful of jeer and scoff,
Stood there picking the rebels off
With his long brown rille, and hell crown
lint,
And the swallow tails they were laugh
ing nr.
'Twits but for a moment, for that re
spect Which clothes all courage their voices
checked,
And something the wildest could under
stand Spake in the old man's strong right hand;
And his corded throat, mid the lurking
frown
Of his eyebrows under his old lieU-erown;
Until, us they gazed, there crept an swe
Through the ranks in whispers, and some
men saw
In the antique vestments and long white
hair
The Past of the Nation in buttle there;
And some nf the soldiers sinco declare
Thnt the gleam of his old white hat afar.
Like the crested plume of the brave Na
varre, Thnt day was the orlllaninie of wsr.
So raged the battle. Yon know the
rect:
How the rebels, beaten and backward
pressed.
Broke at the finnl chnrge and ran.
At which John Burns a practical man
Shouldered his rille, unbent his brows.
And then went back to his bees ami cows.
This is the story of old John Burns.
This is t lie moral the render learns:
In fighting the buttle, the question's
whether
You'll show a hnt Mint's white, or a
fentherl
Bret Hnrte.
TOBOGGANING INTO A BEAR.
PntiKcre of licar lliuitlnii on an Icy
Northern lalaml.
A member of t lie Wellmnn polar ex
pedition of 1KI8-0, Pinil Boervl, Is
described hy Mr. Walter ulliunii, in
"A Tragedy of the Far North," as a
man of superior courage, of unexam
pled fortitude ttiul of Inspiring char
acter. If there wns a bit of danger
ous work to do, he wan sure to he
the first to plunge In. lie snug and
laughed at his work. If he went down
Into a "porridge," half Ice and half
alt r"ri ndaspiilld PHt
balr, be came up with a Joke about
the Ice-cream freezer.
One day three men were out bear-
hunting on an Island. Two of them
had riflek the other had none. The
last was iijoervlg. They found a bear,
wounded blm, and chased blm to the
top of a glacier. There bruin stood
at bay. One 'of the hunters went to
the left, another to the right. Bjoervig
laboriously mounted the lce-pilo to
.eca re. the beast -down where the others
might get a shot. But one of the
hunters became Impatient, and started
to climb up also. On the way he lost
bis footing, fell, and slid forty or fifty
feet Into a pocket of soft snow.
At that moment, unfortunately,
Bjoervig frightened the bear. Leavlii;
the summit of the Ice-heap, the beast
slipped and slid straight toward the
helpless man, w ho was floundering up
to his armpits below. Apparently the
man's life was not worth a half-kroner.
In a few seconds the bear would be
upon him, and would tear him to
pieces. The brute was wounded, furi
ous, desperate.
Bjoervig saw what he had to do.
He did not hesitate. He followed the
bear. From his perch at the summit he
threw himself down the precipitous
slope. He rolled, fell, slipped straight
down toward the big white bear. He
had no weapon but an oaken skee
staff, a mere cane; nevertheless he made
straight for the bear.
Down t lie hillock slope he came,
bumping and leaping, and yelling at.
the top of his voice. His cries, the
commotion which be raised, the vision
the bear saw of a man flying dowrj
at him, frightened the beast half out
of his wits; diverted his attention front
the imperiled hunter to the bold pur
suer. This wns what Bjoervig was working
for. The bear dug his mighty claws
Into the ice nnd stopped and looked a
Bjoervig, but Bjoervig could not stop.
The slope was too steep, his momentum
too great. Ho dug his hands Into thfl
crust of the snow; be tried to thrust
his skee-stuff deep Into the surface,
It was in vain. Now he was almosl
upon the bear; the beast crouched tq
Rpring at him. Another second and
it would all be over. Crack! the rifl
spoke. The man down below had baj
time to recover his equilibrium. An
other shot and the buttle was over,
Bjoervig and the bear rolled down to-
gellier.
"You saved my life," said the mnr,
with the gun, when Bjoervig had picket'
himself up,
"No, no," responded Bjoervig, whip.
plug the snow out of his hair, you
saved mine."
Money in Railroading.
A New York boulevard car va
going north one day recently when,
with a sudden jar, the current wai
thrown off and the passengers were
bumped rudely together. The car came
to a standstill. The motormnn, Bays
the New York Times, threw open th
front door and rnn back to the con
ductor on the rear platform.
They exchanged a few words, then
both ran through the cat to the fronl
platform. Kvery passenger sat mute
with surprise. Suddenly the car start
cd and then backed. Then It stnrteij
iiguln, and once more backed. Then
It stopped. Off jumped motormnn amj
conductor, and ns the astonished pas
seiigers looked out of the windows
they saw the two men down on theli
hands nnd knees trying to crawl un
der the car. Presently, with nn exela
illation of delight, the motormnn, cov
cred with mud and grime, slowlj
emerged. Filtering the ear nnd hold
ing up for Inspection a ten-dollar bill,
be said:
"Kxcttso me, passengers, for jarriu
you and keeping you waiting, but I
came near running over this ten-dollai
bill, and I hated to do It and leave It
for the motortnan on the car behind
me.'
Changed His Mind.
It Is a wise father who knows Jus
which story to tell In regard to his
own child. Jackson, like other men
has n horror of Infant prodigies as ex.
plolted by their proud papas. The New
York Times tells of his meeting his
friend Wllklns, who greeted him wlthi
"Hello, Jackson! What do you think
my little girl said this morning? Sbe's
the brightest four-yen r-old in town
She said-"
"Fxcuse me, old man!" exclaimed
Jackson. "I'm on my way to keep an
engagement. Some oilier time"
"She said, 'Pupa, that Mr. Jackson.
is the handsomest man I know!' Haw!
haw! How's that for precocity, eh?"
And Jackson replied, "WIlkliiH, I'm
n little early for my engagement. That
youngster certainly Is a brlglrt one
Come Into this toy store and help me
select a few tilings that will please fl
girl of her taste, nnd I'll send them to
her, If you don't mind."
The Aulolut on Horseback.
Automoblllst 1 wish til's confouiidef
tiling would run out of gasoline.
A Mean Man,
"He's (lie menncst mnu In (own."
"What has he done?"
"Why, he permits his wife to aceep'
alimony from two of ber former hut
bands. Ht. Louis Post-Dispatch.
No woman should laog b at i "Joka
HOW FORT 8AN CARLOS FCL4W
Geratan Gnnien Leaded Bhella wltkl
Llmbnrier Cheese.
In Fort San Carlos the Venezuelan
garrison was pluckily withstanding the
steady fire from tbe German warships.
Shell after shell had exploded around
them, men wounded or dead lay here
and there, yet manfully they stuck to
their guns and knew no fear, accord
ing to s writer In the New Yorlr Times.
"Do you worst!" cried Gen. Bello,
hoarsely, shaking his powder-stained
fist at the flame-belching ships riding
beyond the bar.
And, though the brave Venezuelan
knew It not, tbe worst was already
coming his way.
From the smoke-clouded gun deck
of tbe German flagship "Brave Bill".
Pllsener, gunner's mate, bad climbed
to the bridge, where the squadron com
mander, In vexation, was pacing back
and forth.
"I beg to report, sir," he began, salut
ing and speaking with the peculiar
Williamsburg accent, "that I have a
scheme to put them Venezuelans outer
commission."
"Veil, vass iss?" returned the com
mander, impatiently.
"Why," explained the gunner's mate,
with a cruel, devilish light In bis eyes,
"we've got sixteen cases of limburger
cheese and nine barrels of sauerkraut
left in the hold, nnd I would suggest
thnt we load some of our shells with
the stuff."
The German commander recoiled at
first from so diabolical and uncivilized
a method of warfare, but he was bent
on victory, and in the end he yielded to
the Idea.
Behind the defiantly thundering walls
of the fort brave Gen. Bcllo was mak
ing an encouraging speech to his men.
"Remember the customs receipts,"
be concluded, in a burst of patriotism,
and a cheer went up from the powder
coated throats of his men.
Just then the first of the limburger
ami sauerkraut charged shells from the
flagship's main battery exploded over
the fort.' As the thick, dense odor
settled down around them the patriots,
panic-stricken, drew their cutlasses and
cutting their way through it fb'd fran
tically from the fort to the clear ozone
of the hills beyond.
FORTUNES FOR PHOTOGRAPHERS
More than ?1,500,(X)0 is expended for
photographs every year in New York
city. Upward of 400 photographers
(roup this harvest, ranging from the
Bowery tintype man to tbe ultra-fashionable
artist with a studio on Fifth
avenue.
Be it raining or shining, in war or
(in the piping times of peace, thous
ands seek the skylight galleries every
day with the fell Intention of being
;"took." The present era of prosperity
!is entirely favorable to the natural
ivanity which prompts the average man
'and woman to face tbe camera.
Photographers who maintain expen
sive establishments and eater to the
swell set share largely In the advant
ages of the good times, but their clien
tele, the wealthy folk, who spend from
$1,000 to $2,000 a year regularly for
photographs, do not vary much In
their orders whether the times be good
or bad. It Is the average business man
and wage-earner, and more especially
their families, who swell the photo
graph man's wallet these days, aud
thousands of such families spend from
$50 to $100 a year.
Next to theatrical people, society
folk get their pictures taken oftenest.
Actors and actresses, so photographers
say, are by no means the best of their
patrons, and some of the studios de
cline their trade altogether, tbe prin
cipal reason being that they are bad
pay. A member of one prominent firm
said It was found Inexpedient to deal
with theatrical people and their regu
lar patrons; It was like trying to mix
oil with water, since tbe requirements
of the theatrical photograph In acces
sories nnd back-ground differ widely
from ordinary phases of the art. Not
a few fashionable women, however,
like their pictures In the style and
similitude of actresses.
He (after tho proposal) But suppose
your father objects?
She Just Inform blm that I have de
cided to marry you, that will settle it.
-Illustrated Bits.
A Mot Time.
"I got a cold my per when went
homo to night, and you bit I kicked
about It."
'Did thnt do any good?"
"Will, my wife roado It warm 'or
me."-Philadelphia Press.
Fver notice a boy when lie Ion;
around home In the evening? He
sleeps a while In hla cbalr, and then
curls up on tbe looni, bat be won't
go to bed.
When tefcy t.J,
t
Eft.
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