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loop City Northwestern
J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher.
LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA.
May no one strew tack* in the path
cf the happy couple who were marked
in an automobile.
On raising the lid off the Panama
• teapot so tempest worth me%,',)ning
has been disclosed.
Young couples who are married in
automobiles are always exposed to the
danger of an early falling out
Portugal has a new cabinet, but Por
tugal is too orderly to have any rignt
to expect to attract public attention.
The woman who has posed as the
late Jay Gould's widow continues to
die frequently, and the mourners are
few.
Reginald Vanderbilt paid $650 for a
box at the Chicago horse show. He
could have got a pretty good horse for
that.
As a discourager of the boll weevil
the Guatemalan ant is acknowledged
to be one of the worst failures of the
season.
. Old-fashioned marriages were made
in heaven. A marriage ceremony re
cently was performed over the tele
phone. Hello!
It appears that most of the nations
are willing to have another Hague
peace conference if it is possible not
to interfere in their affairs.
A Chicago park visitor gave a mon
key several drinks of whisky. The
monkey should resist this foul at
tempt to make a man of him.
Now that Boston has set the seal of
critical appro\ral on “Parsifal,” the
late Dr. Wagner has indeed good rea
son to feel spiritually encouraged.
Some scientist will happen along
presently to tell us that the Japa
nese are so healthy because the kiss as
a form of salutation is unknown in
Japan.
The women at the St. Paul party
who allowed their hostess's husband
to examine their stockings in search
for missing money were not blue
stockings.
The governor of Guam announces
that his people need school books.
Owing to the mildness of the climate
they will continue to get along with
out trousers.
Emperor William 6ays art is partly
a devious road that leads far away
from the true ideal of beauty. He
must have been looking over some
horse show posters.
A scientist of Sicily announces that
breathing coal dust will cure consump
tion. "Why didn’t he discover a cure
that would be within reach of the pa
tient of moderate means?
In accordance • with his previously
expressed wish, no women were al
lowed at the funeral of Col. Boyd at
Norristown. We wonder if any wom
an regrets that he is dead.
A wild rumor has gained credence
to the effect that Oom Paul Kruger
buried a lot of gold somewhere in
Africa before his banishment. No
doubt the Boers will bore for It.
Jealousy caused a Nyack, N. Y.,
boy 2% years of age to murder a lit
tle girl. Still some people don't be
lieve there Is anything in the claim
that a man is old and worn out at 35.
A man tells us that no great suc
# cess is ever achieved in this world
by kicking. If he will accompany us
to the football field in a few weeks
we will compel him to change his
tune.
Bandit Raisuli has caused it to be
known that he would like to cap
ture another foreigner. He will hard
ly have a chance. The brevity of
Perdiearl’s fame shows that it
doesn’t pay.
Our grandfathers used to claim that
If whisky were a poison it was a very
slow one. But nowadays when the
chief ingredient of whisky appears to
be wood alcohol the action is some
what accelerated.
Jacques Marie Joseph Maurice des
Rosiers de Balaine took out natural
ization papers in New York the other
day. He’d better cut a lot of it out if
he expects to keep up with the pro
cession over here.
The clergymen of the country have
been asked to preach on the subject
of peace, and many of them are com
plying. The sermons may not stop the
war, but they ought to have a goon
effect on the choirs.
Just as it is well that all men don’t
want the name woman for a wife, so
it is fortuntte that the man who is
crazy abo:it baseball doesn't take the
same vivid interest in football, too.
Otherwise the work of the world never
would be done.
The London Times reports that
there is “a serious overproduction of
Scotch whisky, with a consequent de
pression of prices.” This does not,
however, prevent the general sale
of counterfeit Scotch whisky at the
usual prices over here.
In announcing that a Toronto girl
has received a proposal of marriage
from a Bedouin sheik she met in her
travels, a dispatch to that city says:
“Needless to say that, though the of
fer was accompanied by a beautiful
orient il gift, it will not be accepted.”
Whicl ?
The Pennsylvania railroad, capital
stock $400,000,000, had a man arrest
f-Tj- »otlnir • and a cracker that. Mila
King of the World.
In the acorn is wrapped the forest.
In tte little brook, the sea:
The twig that will sway with the sparrow
to-day
Is to-morrow’s sturdy tree.
There is hope in a mother’s Joy,
Like a peach in its blossom furled,
And a noble boy, a gentle boy.
A manly boy is king of the world.
The power that will never fail us
Is the soul of simple truth;
The oak that defies the stormiest skies
Was upright in its youth.
The beauty no time can destroy
In the pure young heart is furled:
And a worthy boy, a tender boy,
A faithful boy is king of the world.
The cub of the royal lion
Is regal in his play;
The eaglet's pride is as fiery-eyed
As the old bird's, bald and grey.
The nerve that heroes employ
In the child’s young arm is furled;
And a gallant bojr, a truthful boy,
A brave, pure boy is king of the world.
—London Answers.
A Pumpkin Fountain. %
The pumpkin season is here, and
all the country boys and some of the
girls are making jack o’ lanterns and
those terrible pumpkin-stalk whistles
that make a noise like the “honk” of
an automobile horn, only worse.
Here is another way of extracting
amusement out of a pumpkin vine,
but without scaring people or setting
their nerves on edge:
Having procured a big round pump
kin or squash, cut it in two horizon
tally, a little above the middle, and
#coop out the pulp and seeds. In thiJ
way you make a large bowl out of the
lower part of the pumpkin and a large
saucer out of the upper part. The
“eye” of the pumpkin, that is, the de
pression opposite the stalk, is in the
center of the bottom of the bowl. At
this point bore a hole and fit to it
one of the hollow leaf stalks which
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The Pumpkin Fountain,
you must insert from above, small end
first, and pull through, until the joint
is tight
Now put your pumpkin bowl in the
fork of a tree six or eight feet from
the ground, and fasten it securely.
Slip the large end of another leaf
stalk over the small end of the stalk
you have attached to the bowl, the
large end of a third stalk over the
small end of the second, and so on
until you have made a tube long
enough to reach the ground and run
over the ground some distance like a
growing pumpkin vine. You may make
most of the tube out of the main stalk
of the pumpkin vine instead cf leaf
stalks, and by using a number of vines
you can make the tube as long as you
please.
The end of the tube should be a
leaf stalk. Turn this upward and fit
it to a hole in the top of the pumpkin,
the “saucer.” Fasten the tube to the
ground with pegs, cover it with earth
or leaves if you want to m'.ke the
thing look more mysterious, fill the
pumpkin bowl with water r.nd sum
mon your friends to see the pumpkin
fountain play.
The jet will not rise as high as the
level of the water in the bowl be
cause of the friction of the long tube
and of the air, but it will rise a good
deal more than half as high and fall
back in drops into the saucer, making
a very pretty little fountain.
The tip of the tube should rise an
inch or two above the saucer, and
if the bore of the tip is not very fine
it should be plugged with a bit of
cork, wood or pumpkin in which a
small hole has been bored. A fine
jet is prettier than a large one, and
It does not need so much water.
“Rooster and Hens."
As many girls and boys as wish
catch hold of each other’s coat tails
and skirts. The foremost one is the
rooster and the rest are hens. One
player stands about fifteen feet away
and makes motions with his leg like
a rooster scratching. The one who is
playing rooster says:
“What are you doing, strange crea
ture?”
“Scratching a hole,” replies the
rtrange creature.
“What will you do with the hole?”
"Find a stone in it.”
“What will you do with the stone?”
“Sharpen a knife with it.”
“What will you do with the knife?”
“Slaughter a hen,” shouts the
“strange creature,” and makes a dash
at the rooster and hens. Now all the
“hens” must try to escape, but they
must not let go of the rooster or of
each other. The consequence is that
there is great opportunity for agility
and cleverness in dodging, and the
game is full of fun. Of course, the
“strange creature” can catch hen
after hen in the end. When none is
left the rooster selects a new rooster
and becomes the “strange creature”
himself.
Little Bravo.
Years ago some Indians lived on the
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gossip they held their little babies in
their arms or strapped upon their
backs One young mother never took
her eyes from the cradle in which her
handsome boy slept. When he waken
ed, she sang to him and called him
“Little Bravo,” with such love and
tenderness in her voice that the
other women all stopped to listen.
Years passed merrily until Little
Bravo was ten years old. He could
hunt and fish, and his mother was
happy dreaming of the time when he
should be a young man. All her spare
mcmer.ts were spent In embroidering
clothes for Little Bravo and his
father, with the result that they out
shone all others of theijr tribe. Little
Bravo always wore moccasins of yel
low buckskin trimed with beads and
porcupine quills. He was a noble,
warm-hearted and sunny-tempered
lad. The Great Spirit, however, saw
that the foolish, doting love of his par
ents was ruining the gift he had given
him.
One summer night the heat hung
heavy over the land.
"There will be a storm,” said the
father. “Where is Little Bravo?”
"Down on the river bank asleep,”
replied the mother. “I sat by him a
long time brushing away the insects
that bothered him. He had taken off
his moccasins and his feet were bare.
He is very beautiful, our Little Bravo.
I w’ill carry him in when the storm
comes without awakening him.”
The storm soon broke with great
violence. The mother hastened to the
river and just as she was about to
lift her boy a vivid flash of .ightning
revealed the two hands of the spirit
who lives in the water. They reached
up and drew Little Bravo into the
w’aves. All the mother saw was the
print of his body on the shore and
his two yellow moccasins. A scream
brought the father to the spot. They
both dived into the water, though the
storm raged. What cared they for
that? Their Little Bravo had disap
peared beneath the surface, f inally,
in heart-broken accents they pleaded:
“Oh, spirit of the river! Give him
back to us!”
By and by the father arose, and,
looking into the sky, said: “It is the
will of the Great Spirit. He hr.s taken
him away, but will save him for us.”
Turning, he disappeared into the for
est. The mother sat by the river for
many days, without food or sleep, kiss
ing and caressing the little yellow
moccasins.
One night, on raising her eyes to
the sky, she beheld the pathway made
of star dust which leads to the spirit
land. Longing to follow it, she felt
the pressure of a small hand upon her
shoulder. Turning, sne met the smil
ing gaze of her son.
“Oh, Great Spirit. I thank thee!
The dead is alive!”
“Come, mother,” said the boy. “We
are to follow yonder path to-night. I
have come for thee, because thy weep
ing grieves the happy ones.'
The mother placed her hand in the
small clasp, but said:
“Here are thy moccasins. Thou wilt
need them, the way may be rough.”
The boy laughed, and held up his
foot, upon which flashed and gleamed
moccasins of shining gold. “Lay down
my old moccasins,” he said, “and
thou shalt see how a mothers love
shall be remembered.”
She placed the little yellow mocca
sins on the ground, and a plant imme
diately sprang up. It grew rapidly,
and on the highest branch the mocca
sins were fastened. They shrank in
size and changed into flowers, keep
ing their original shape and color.
Little Bravo said, “See, mother, these
flowers 6hall bloom on forever by this
shining river. Long after the red man
has gone they shall bloom.”
Wondering, but happy, the mother
followed Little Bravo along the star
strewn path to spirit land. Not many
moons later, from the midst oi battle,
the father Joined them.
All this was long ago. The Indians
have left the banks of that river, but
the yellow flowers bloom on by its
waters. The white children gather
and call them “orchids” or “lady’s
slippers,” but the Indians always give
them their real name of “Indian moc
casins.”
Dolls of Long Ago.
The fond little mamma of to-day
may be interested to know that thou
sands of years ago little girls were
just as fond of dollies as they are
to-day. In searching through the
ruins of the old Egyptian cities some
dolls were discovered that are actu
ally known to be 4,000 years old. That
is, just a thousand times as old as a
little girl four years old.
Think of it!
These queer old relics are, some of
them, doll bakers and doll butchers;
others are made of string and resem
ble the rag-babies of to-day, except
that their hair is made of threaded
beads.
Catching Fiah With Telephone*.
A Norwegian has invented a queer
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way of finding out where the fish are.
A microphone, which is an instrument
that will catch and transmit the least
little bit of sound, is lowered into the
water from a fishing smack, and a
wire from it leads to a telephone
aboard the boat. Now, as the herring,
codfish and mackerel schools number
thousands and tens of thousands of
fish, their passage through the wrater
naturally causes a rushing sound,
which can be heard by the fishermen
at the telephone, and thus they are
enabled to lower their nets at the
right time and in the right place.
Toboggan Travels Fast.
There is a spot in the Swiss Alps
where a sled or a toboggan runs a
mile in seventy seconds. The winter
sportsmen of Europe take great pleas
ure in the Cresta run, as it is called,
at St. Moritz. The toboggan season
there begins about the middle of No
vember and the slide is made smooth
and safe by a committee appointei
for that purpose. The Swiss tobog
gans are raised on runners shod with
iron or steel. The rider lies flat
upon the toboggan, head first, both
hands grasping the framework at the
sides, steering with both feet, just as
boys do on sleds in this country. Iron
spikes are fastened to the toes of the
boots, and by trailing one foot or the
other along the ground the big sled Is
guided.
Pindertoy.
Scissors and a pin only needed. This
Fancy Dancer, if cut out and fastened
together with a pin, will make a very
attractive toy. If you push the pin
firmly into the cork or the end of a
stick, and paste the pieces on an old
visiting card before the pieces are cut
out, this Pindertoy will last longer.
Take Care.
Take Care is a game played by any
number of persons in several ways.
In one of the most common, flour is
packed tightly into a bowl, which is
then turned over and removed, leaving
the flour in a mound. On top of this
is placed a small coin. The players
in turn then remove each a part of
the flour with a knife, and whoever
lets the coin fall must pick it from the
flour with his teeth. Sometimes each
one says “take care’’ as he cuts off his
portion of the flour, and the game thus
receives its name.
There are mafly substitutes for the
flour and coin. One of the best is a
cardhouse of two cards on a pile made
of the rest of the pack loosely thrown
together. Each player removes one
card, and he who allows the cardhouse
to fall must pay a forfeit. The game
may be played out of doors with a Lt
tle flag stuck in a pail of sand, from
which each player removes a little
on the end of a stick.
Route of the Bobolink.
The amount of traveling done by
some of our birds is astonishing. Dr.
Cook says that the common night
hawk spends the summer in Alaska
and the winter in Pategonia.
The bobolink, which is the reed
bird of the middle states and the rice
bird in the South, winters on the
waving pampss of southern Brazil. It
covers 700 miles from Cuba to the
South American coast in a single
flight, following a track not popular
with other birds, which might be call
ed the bobolink route.—Saturday
Evening Post.
Origin of Two-Headed Eagle.
The two-headed eagle, which is the
emblem of Russia, has an ancient ori
gin in symbolism, if not in natural his
tory. It is traceable to primitive
Babylonia, and is found on Hittite
monuments of Cappadocia; it wap
adopted by Turkoman princes, and
also brought to Europe by crusaders
in the fourteenth century. Apparently
the German emperors got it from the
crusaders and passed it on to Russia
and Austria.
A CHILDREN’S REGATTA.
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A Wise Hen.
Rooster—Don’t you know you’re
Bitting on a litter of glass eggs?
Hen—Sh! Don’t mention it. As
long as the hired man takes me for a
fool he’ll bring me my meals and I
won’t have to grub for a living.—Ex
change.
He Failed to Score.
Him—Will you share my lot?
Her—Not me; I don't like the crop
you will gather from it.
Him—Crop of what?
Her—Wild oats.
Wanted His Assistance.
Young Man—"I have called, sir, to
request your daughter’s hand in mar
riage.”
Stern Parent—"Huh! Has my
daughter consented to marry you?”
Young Man—“Of course not. If she
had I wouldn’t be wasting any time
on you.”
Between Acts.
She—The program says it is
“taken from the German.”
He—Humph! I guess they were
glad enough to get rid of it.
TOO BAD.
Mrs. Dixon—She transferred all her property to her husband so that
her relatives couldn’t get it.
Mrs. Hixon—Yes, and now she and her relatives are in the same ax.
Probably Saw It.
An animcl had escaped from a me
nagerie, and the keeper was in search
of it.
“Have you seen a stray giraffe?" he
asked of the group on the platform
at the suburban railway station.
“Now, that you mention It,” said
the red-nosed loafer sitting on the
baggage truck, “I saw a tall step-lad
der walkin’ up the road past my house
last night, but I didn’t pay no ’tention
to it. I thought I had ’em again.”
All Right for Nettie,
Jane—I wonder how Nettie got Fred
to propose to her? She certainly isn’t
a bit attractive.
Gertrude—No, but she has such
tact, you know. He asked her to
lunch a little while ago; it was only
out of politeness, you understand. But
in giving the orders she managed to
order just the things that Fred liked
best. Naturally, he fell in love with
her on the spot.
Fooling Him.
Mrs. Ascum—Have you bought
your husband’s birthday present yet?
Mrs. Newliwed—Yes, and I think it
was real clever of me too. I bought
a big cigar for 10 cents.
Mrs. Ascum—That locks rather
cheap.
Mrs. Newliwed—Yes, but wait, I
found a pricetag marked 12.50 and I
pasted that on it.—Philadelphia
Press.
The Quantity He Wanted.
An Irishman, meeting another one
holiday, invited him to the nearest sa
loon to have a drink.
“What’ll ye have, Jim?” said the
tost
"I don’t know. WThat are you going
to take?”
“I think I’ll take a pale ale.”
“All right,” said the other, “give
me a pail, too.”—Lippincott's.
Really a Captivating Title.
Senior Partner—What title shall
we give our new beauty book?
Junior partner—How would “How
to Become Beautiful” do?
Senior partner—Don’t believe that
would make a hit with most women.
Junior partner—Then we’ll call It
“How to Continue Beautiful.”
Senior partner—Ah, that’s the
stuff!
One Thing Needful.
Green—Mixerly, the chemist, claims
to have discovered an elixir that will
make old men young.
Brown—He is on the wrong track.
Green—How’s that?
Brown—He should proceed to earn
the everlasting gratitude of a long
suffering public by discovering an
elixir that will make some young men
older.
The Handicap of Marriage.
Wife—You’ll miss half the fun of
your life if you don’t take me with
you.
Husband (preparing for a little trip
to Paris)—Perhaps, but I’ll miss the
other half if I do.—London Tattler
8ex in Question*.
"There is a sex in questions.'
"How so?”
“Why, ‘Will she have him?’ is es
sentially masculine, while ‘Can she
get him?’ is the feminine of it.”
One Man's Theory.
Kerwin—There must be some mis
take about death loving a shining
mark.
Parker—Because why?
Kerwin—Otherwise there would be
fewer bootblacks in business.
Comprehensive ideal.
"Contentment is better than riches.”
said the philosopher.
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His Little Joke.
Jokeley—Of course you are inter
ested in the cat show that is to be
held next month?
Rimer (the poet)—I? Why should
I be?
Jokeley—Why, it’s got up expressly
for people who cultivate the mews.
’Twould Never Do.
The Rev. Mr. Pondrous has flopped
over and come out for your party.
Why don t you get him to speak at
your rally?”
‘He might forget himself and
preach a sermon. We want the peo
ple to keep awake at our rally.”
Unacquainted.
Muggins—I understand your wife
is financially interested in your busi
ness.
Gabbleton—Yes.
Muggins—Silent partner, eh?
Gabbleton—Huh! You evidently
don’t know’ my wife.
Those Dear Girls.
Grace—So Tom is engaged to Ethel,
is he?
Dora—Yes, poor fellow! I suppose
he’ll never know it now.
Grace—Never know’ w’hat?
Dora—That he could have had you 1
for the asking. i
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Looked Suspicious.
Is it so, pop, that there is so much
water down in Wail street?" asked the
broker's little boy.
"Why no, my son," said the man o!
stocks and bonds, laughingly; "that A
only a newspaper joke."
“Well, pop, why do you turn up
your trousers at the bottom every
morning when you go down there?"
Lots to Do.
The youngster had heard a face’iom
reference to the foolkiller and he wa»
curious.
“Does the foolkiller have to work
awful hard?” he asked.
“No; he doesn’t have to my son,
hut.he ought to,” was the reply. ' He',
have no time for sleep if he dido t
shirk his duty most shamefully. *
Two of a Kind.
First Invalid—What's the matter
with you?
Second Invalid.— Ague. What s
your trouble?
First Invalid—Same thing.
Second Invalid—Good! I • *’.« go
over to that saloon on the corner and
shcke for the drinks.
Against Odds.
“Why didn't you send for me
sooner?" asked the doctor of a patient
who was almost due at the jumping
off place.
"Well, d-doctor.” gasped the invalid,
“it t-took me a 1-long time to make up
my m-mind to do anything d-desptJ^
ate.”
Got back at Him.
“What!” exclaimed Grouctaerlv
“You want a new bonnet? Why? t
think the one you have is very becom
ing.”
“Yes,” replied Mrs. Groucherly. “an
so do all the neighbors; they think it
becoming very ancient and decrepit. *
Beginning of It.
“What was your first step in crime
that led up to this daring forger) ?”
asked the judge.
“I began by changing the dates ot
my wife’s letters oefore l finally
mailed them.” answered the victim of
his own wiles.
Little Too Slow.
Tom—“Old Biffkins caught me in
the act of kissing his daughter la«f
night.”
Jack — “Serves you right. You
ought to go slow about such things
Tom—"I did. That's why I got
caught.”
One on the Parson.
New Minister—“Deacon. I under
stand that you do not believe men are
sufficiently punished here on earth
for their, misdeeds.”
The Deacon—“Well, parson. I didn't
believe it until after 1 heard you
preach.”
In the Book Store.
Miss Kremey—Haven't you Moore's
poems?
Clerk—Yes, Miss; I’ II get 'em for
you. By the way. here's a splendid
story called "Just One Kiss."
Miss Kremley (coldly)—4 want
Moore.
THE REASON.
Mrs. Jones—Your cousin didn’t stay long.
Mrs. Smith—No. She asked us to treat her like one of the family and
when we did, she got angry and left.
Just a Way They Have.
Say, conductor,” asked the inquis
itive passenger, “in speaking of the
time which is proper, ‘a quarter to
six’ or a ‘quarter of six.’ ”
“Neither,” replied the railroad
man. “I always say ‘flve-forty-flve.’ ”
Satisfactory in Every Way.
Nell—You seem perfectly satisfied
with your new gown.
Belle—Yes; it has been approved
by the man I like best and con
demned by the woman I hate most.
Just So.
"An honest man,” remarked the
party with the quotation habit, “is the
noblest work of God.”
“If that’s a fact,” rejoined the cheer
ful idiot, “it might be policy to keep
an eye on the self-made man.”
Making Slow Progress.
“Don’t you think that the world
is getting better?”
ttv»« ■» onoworpH the jTniaantbrope.
What He Used.
It was a case of assault and battery.
“During the altercation. queried
the police magistrate, "did the ac
cused use an expletive?”
“No, your honor,” replied the prose
cuting witness, “he only used his flat.’*
Two of a Kind. <
“I don’t believe I ever could learn
to love a man,” said the giddy girl.
“Our ideas seem to shoot the same
chute,” rejoined the sarcastic youth,
“I am positive I couldn’t, either.”
Just Like a Woman.
Wife (at supper)—What a disagree- J
able old gossip Mrs. Naggsty is.'” *
Husband So? Have you seen her
lately? (
Wife—Yes; I spent the entire af
ternoon at her house.
A Frank Tribute.
“She is beautiful,” said the studious
girl, “but she is not accomplished.”
“Mv dear.” answered Miss Cavern)*
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