Loup City Northwestern
J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher.
LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA.
Bachelors will tell you that matri
mony also is among the doubtful
states.
Dr. Hirsch tells us that marriage is
fto picnic. The doctor’s text is older
than the Pentateuch.
France produced 9,000 novels last
year—percentage adapted for perusal
by The Young Girl not stated.
There is a cat in London worth $5,
000—just as there are postage stamps
that are “worth” $7,000 or so apiece.
The Baldwin flying machine lighted
in a tree. The only genuine and orig
inal flying machines also light in
trees.
A minister says Manhattan island is
named in the Bible. Certainly—that
island is heaven on earth—if you are
not bankrupt.
A St. Louis woman has left her
comparatively new’ husband because
he is too good natured. It surely is
hard to suit ’em.
A Chicago newspaper says that John
D. Rockefeller is "rich beyond the
dreams of avarice.” Rot! Avarice
never closes an eye.
Prof. Langley may retort to Prof.
Baldwin that anyway he wouldn’t
give much for an airship that won’t
stand when hitched.
No, King Edward, you are not pow
erful enough to set up the fashion of
bracelets for men, and they are al
ready worn by dudes.
They say parting the masculine
head of hair in the middle has really
gone out. The side part’s the thing.
Besides, it’s more masculine.
Uncle Sam must be something of a
farmer when the statistics show that
the railroads received more than $463,«
000,000 for simply moving his 1904
crop.
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Really, the correspondents in St.
Petersburg aren’t doing their full duty
to the world. Are there any indications
yet that the new baby is going to have
a tooth?
Young Mr. Thaw’s pretty little cho
rus girl offers to give him up for $250,
000. But what can a pretty little cho
rus girl be expected to know about ad
valorem?
Now that her husband is the King
of Saxony, Louise, who ran away with
Giron, seeks to join His Majesty in
the exercise of the divine right ot
kingship.
The fifty Italians who plotted tc
burn the Norfolk, Va., navy yards are
to be shipped cut of the state. The
Virginians think this is worse than
capital punishment.
King Edward has just celebrated
his sixty-third birthday, but he hopes
that he is in no immediate danger of
losing his job so that a place may be
made for a younger man.
So Mr. Schwab has “made’’ $8,600,
000 and Mr. Gates $6,000,000 in the
merry game of manipulating stocks.
Our sincere condolences to the bleat
ing lambs who lost their money.
There is some hope for the plain
people. A Georgia judge has sen
tenced a chauffeur to a long term ot
imprisonment for running down a
farm wagon and injuring its occu
pants.
The vice president of Mexico attend
ed the Gans-Britt prize fight at San
Francisco recently. He says it was
worse than bull fighting. What would
he have thought if they had really
fought?
In view of the riot in the Spanish
chamber of deputies, Premier Maura
is going to suspend the sittings and
ask for a vote of confidence. He seems
to need one badly, among the flying
inkstands.
Doubtless the criminal who suggests
novelties in the way of home-made
Christmas presents for the male mem
bers of the household is responsible
for the report that knitting is coming
back into style.
John D. Rockefeller recited a poem
to his Sunday school class in Cleve
land when he bade it good-by for the
winter a few weeks ago. If John D.
develops a liking for it poetry may
pick up a bit, after all.
The London Times is printing ex
tracts from its columns of even date
100 years ago, but, interesting as they
are. they aren’t nearly as much so as
extracts from its columns of even date
100 years hence would be.
Treasury officials report that while
some people have expressed a desire
for the coinage of a new two-and-a-half
cent piece, the real demand for such
coin is small. Some fear its chief use
would be to put in the contribution
box.
The New York papers are still
pointing with singular pride to the
pew in a fashionable church over
there that has just fetched $1,550.
That is Just about 2 per cent of the
latest selling price of a single seat in
the stock exchange.
Being asked her occupation, a wit
ness in a New York court cheerfully
replied: “My occupation? I am a
widow'. T don’t do anything.” Being
asked her age she answered: “I will
admit that I am over 21.” And yet
some people think that lawyers seek
ing information lead an easy life.
All good Kentuckians are noting
with considerable satisfaction that
chemist Wiley isn’t saying anything
disparaging about whisky, but confin
ing his crusade to the harmful sub
stances that people put into it.
Song for the Swimmer
A MEMORY OF BOYHOOD
Suggested by rending that prince of
polished proze, Lafcadlo Hearn's master
piece—“Chita: A Memory of Last Island”
-A story worthy of \ ictor Hugo's Ti
:anesque imagination.
When the haughty sun is burning,
Whirling through thin, arid air,
*nd his chariot wheels are turning,
And he sheds a sultry stare.
Like some haughty tryrant crashing,
Spilling all his furious fire.
Dr some panting leopard dashing.
Throbbing with a fierce desire.
When the copper sky gleams cruel*
Like some big 'hot brassy shield,
Scorching like some treacherous jewel,
Parching all the shimmering field.
When the blistering breeze is biting
And seems to sift into your soul.
\nd your heart knows scant delighting
And you lose your self control.
■tweet to seek the river flowing.
And dive into the bubbling stream
Prattling on its way. and going
Where dark, cool green mosses gleam;
3weet to feel the water round you
Cooling all your feverish brain.
Babbling blithe, as glad it found you,
Cold and crystal as the rain!
Plunge into the water brimming,
Stretch your body in the stream,
Satiate your soul with swimming.
Cool life’s hot, tumultuous dream.
The bubbling billows all around you
Seem to wash your cares away.
Starry spray will soft surround you,
Tingling for life's lusty fray.
Sweet to steep your soul in slumber,
Drifting down dim. shoreless sea,
Dropping all the cares that cumber,
Floating, tranced in ecstasy.
Lulled by breezes soft and tender,
Snugly curled in downy nest.
Ivory dreams of radiant splendor
Soothe your deep and wholesome rest.
The brave embraces of the ocean
Are softer than your girl’s caress,
, When throbbing with a wife's devotion
She folds you from life's storms and
stress.
The salt of the sea will sting and thrill
you.
And nerve you for life's strenuous fray.
The feathery spray will foam and fill you
With rapture of the youth at play.
Sweet is sleep to those that labor,
Sweet is rest to those that toil.
Sweet the grasp of girl or neighbor,
Sweet the smelling of the soil.
All these things are for the giving.
Fresh as dew or rippling rain,
But the supreme joy of living—
Grappling with gray, shaggy main!
JAMHS E. KINSELLA.
Registry Division. Chicago Postofliee.
Explodes an Old Belief
The bloodhound is a much-adver
tised and greatly overrated dog, ac
cording to the Washington Star. If
he had a press agent and should to?e
| his diamonds he could not get more
notoriety than comes to him in the
daily papers. An item of news some
; thing like this is printed almost daily:
i “Robbers came to Squeedunk last
| night. They broke into the black
smith shop and took tools, with which
j they broke open the postoffice safe.
They then escaped on a handcar. A
posse with bloodhounds is in pursuit.”
After every railroad “hold-up” the
report comes that a sheriff’s posse
with bloodhounds has started on the
trail.
There are few bloodhounds in the
United States outside the kennels of
some dog fanciers and “Uncle Tom’s
Cabin.” The “bloodhound” of the
south and southwest, the “blood
hound” that does all this trailing in
! the newspapers and trots along with
: every sheriff’s posse is not a blood
| hound at all. He is usually a hound
i and has blood in him. but that is as
I near to being a bloodhound as th>s
(dog gets. Often he is a toxhoune.
Some of these hounds are trained
from puppyhood to follow the scent
of a man, just as some are trained to
follow the scent of a dere, rabbit or
other four-footed game. Every man
has a scent peculiar to himself, though
most men do not like to admit it. No
dog completely recognizes his master
without a few sniffs by way of inves
tigation.
Sometimes these “bloodhounds” are
clever in trailing a man if the scent,
which hangs close to the ground, has
not been dissipated or confused with
other scents. In most cases, though,
these dogs are vastly overestimated.
The owner of a pack naturally thinks
his dogs the greatest ever and insists
on the marvels and mysteries they can
smell out. A great chance is taken
when a man is convicted on the testi
mony of a hound's nose.
In the matter of ferocity, these
“bloodhounds'’ are about as harmless
as kittens after their claws have been
manicured. These dogs would not
bite a defenseless tramp. They would
rather run two days than fight half
a minute. A bulldog could whip a
yardful of these “bloodhounds” if he
could catch them.
Old Coinage of England
The occupants of the ancient sees
; of Canterbury and York, during the
Anglo-Saxon period, enjoyed the priv
ilege of issuing their own coinage—a
coinage rich in archaeological, artis
tic and historical interest, says the
( Brooklyn Eagle. No record exists of
the conditions and circumstances un
der which the right of coinage was
granted to the archbishops of Canter
bury, beyond the intrinsic evidence of
the coins themselves. Only one type
of coin appears to have been issued—
the silver penny. It is presumed, from
the appearance of the earliest coins,
the appearance on the earliest coins
of the name of Offa, King of Mercia—
one of the three chief kingdoms of
; early England—that that king first
; granted the privilege of an indepen
dent ecclesiastical coinage.
The first archbishop to issue this
money was Jaenberht, who occupied
I the see from A. D. 766 to 790. All his
i coins bear Offa's name, while some
; bear his own. This prelate is noted
in English history for his vigorous,
though unsuccessful, attempt to resist
King Offa's plan for destroying the
power of the primatial see of Canter
bury and transferring the primacy to
a Mercian metropolitan. A synod was
held in 787 at Chelsea, now a part ol
London, and the archbishop was
forced to give up a large portion of
his province to Higbert, bishop ol
Lichtteld, who was raised to the rank
of an archbislrop. Jaenberht's succes
sor, Aethelheard (A. D. 793-805),
though elected in 791, did not receive
the pallium till 793. During this in
terval he appears to have struck coins
with the title of Pontifex instead of
Archiepiscopus. His early coins bear
the name of Offa, while those struck
after 706 bear that cf Coenwulf, who
succeeded Offa as King of Mercia.
Aethelheard’s earlier pennies have,
in addition to the name of Offa, a
star, a cross, the Christian monogram,
etc. This prelate was also bishop of
Winchester—the ancient capital of
Ergland.
Wolfhound a Noble Dog
Beyond any question, the aristocrat
of the canine family is the Russian
wolfhound, otherwise the borzoi or
barzoi, which is the Russian nraie
for coursing dog. There is a refill'd
elegance coupled with the indication
of speed and strength about the Rus
sian wolfhound which no other breed
possesses.
In western Europe he is merely the
ornamental companion that he is in
eastern America. In the coyote sec
tion of our continent he can be made
as useful as he is in Russia, and to
assist in clearing off that scourge of
the cattle ranches. When the borzoi
was first brought to this country he
was hailed as a natural born wolf de
stroyer, and we started business un
der the impression that all one had
to do was to let a borzoi see a coyote
and the latter’s death warrant was as
?ood as executed. The result was a
natural failure, because, like a bird
dog, the wolfhound must be trained
to the work. American purchasers
have no occasion to worry about that,
however, for as the dog's high cour
age is the result of education and en
couragement, without it they are do
ciie and obedient and fit companions
for the ladies of the house, a role
which they are pre-eminently fitted to
fill by reason of their handsome and
unique appearance—Country Life.
Cost of English Living
Most of the houses on and near the
Leas are larger than the wont of
i American houses, and the arrange
ment much more agreeable and sensi
ble than that of our average houses;
the hallway opens from a handsome
vestibule, and the stairs ascend from
the rear ot the hall, and turn squarely,
as they mount half way up. But let
not the intending exile suppose that
their rents are low; with the rates
and taxes, which the tenant always
pays in England, the rents are fully
up to those in towns of corresponding
size with us. Provisions are even
higher than in our subordinate cities,
especially to the westward, and 1
doubt if people live as cheaply in
Folkestone as, say, in Springfield,
Mass., or in Buffalo.
For the same money, though, they
can live more handsomely, for domes
tic service in England is cheap and
abundant and well ordered. Yet, on
the other hand, they cannot live so
comfortably, nor, taking the preva
lence of rheumatism into account, so
wholesomely. There are no furnaces
in these very personable houses:
steam heat is undreamt of, and the
grates, which are in every room, and
are not of ignoble size, scarce suffice
to keep the mercury above the early
j ’GOs of the thermometer’s degrees. II
you would have warm hands and feet,
you must go out of doors and wain
them warm. It is not a bad plan, and
if you can happen on a little sunshine
out of doors it is far better than to
i sit cowering over the grate, which has
j enough to do in keeping itself warm.—
Harper’s Magazine.
Elephant Not Over Wise
The process of elephant catching in
India, as well as in Siam, tends to
rather undermine one’s settled no
tions of elephant sagacity, and to cre
ate instead the feeling that a lot of
sentimental tommyrot and mislead
ing, ignorantly-conceived animal sto
ries have been put forth aoout My
Lord the elephant. The literal truth
is that the elephant, for all its reputed
intelligence, is driven into places that
no other wild animal could possible be
induced to enter, is in its native jun
gle held captive within a circle
through which it could pass without
an effort, and bullied into uncomplain
ing obedience by a force the smallest
• raction of its own numb* Part of
this is, no doubt, due to its exceed
ingly suspicious nature; the other
part to its »«tck of originality, to which
latter defect, however, its notable
amenability to discipline is attribut
able. Apropos of smenabijitv. F-irid^r
son records mounting and taking out
of the keddah, unaccompanied oy a
tame elephant, a female on the sixth
day after her capture; and I saw on
the lower coast of Siam an elephant
that had been captured in a pitfall
by natives three weeks previously,
rowed out on two lashed sampans to
a small coasting steamer and suc
cessfully made to kneel that it might
get through the port door between
decks.—Caspar Whitney, in Outing.
SELLING OLD “DUDS.'’
GIRL EASY VICTIM OF WILES OF
OLD CLOTHES MAN.
According to Fair New Yorker He Had
the Art of Disparagement Down
Fine—Made Her Ashamed of Her
Lack of Taste.
“If you want to realize how really
cheap and mean you are, and what an
awful figure you cut in the clothes
you wear, and what bad taste you
have, and a few other things that it is
good for you to know,” said a New
York woman, “just try to dispose of
some of your old clothes to a profes
sional old clothes man.”
“Oh, I never could,” said the girl
from Jersey.
“I’d like to know why you couldn’t,”
remarked the other scathingly. "Do
you fancy you are too good or too re
spectable? Why, Mrs. Astor does it!
Mrs. Vanderbilt and the old clothes
man are hand in glove. He told me
so himself. He showed me a cotton
velveteen dress that she sold him only
last week. Yes, indeed; and you’ve
no idea how scornful and how gorge
ous he is.
“I had a lot of last year’s garments
that I had outgrown—not that I’m get
ting fat, my dear, so don't look at me
with pity in your eyes; 16U is not fat.
Well, I had been seeing all sorts of
advertisements in the papers about
‘highest prices’ given for cast-off
clothing. They all seemed so anxious
to pay out their money that I decided
to get rid of my clothes in a lump. I
couldn’t select among them, all were
so full of golden offers. So I just shut
my eyes and put my finger on one,
and I sent that one a postal card tell
ing him to call.
“He came early the next morning—
and really, my dear, he was so gorge
ous and smart and beautiful in his silk
hat and Prince Albert coat that I want
ed to run when he caught me in my
kimono, with my bangs done up in
wiggers.
"Alas! my dear. Do you remember
that mink jacket I felt so proud of last
winter?"
“The one with the frogs and the cut
steel buttons?" asked the girl from
Jersey.
“Yes. Well, would you believe it?
Though I gave a ccol hundred for it,
that fur wasn't real; and it must have
been moth-eaten when I got it; and,
although I thought it very smart, I
assure you it was quite out of date—
at least, it was beside Mrs. Vander
bilt's cotton velveteen gow n, so the old
clothes man assured me; and. if you
had ever seen him, you couldn’t have
doubted his word.
“And my $40 foulard was a mere
rag, scarcely worth fixing over.
“And that French hat I paid $28 for
was a complete bit of bunco-steering
on the part of the milliner. Why, the
ostrich feathers on it weren't even off
an ostrich, but just made of cotton.
"And you should have seen the fine
scorn with which he glanced over all
my silk petticoats and my last win
ter's suit and relegated them to the
rags.
“And then what do you suppose he
offered me? Five dollars for the lot!”
“And what did you do?” asked the
sympathetic girl from Jersey.
“Well, I was so ashamed of those
disgraceful garments, and so imuress
ed with the idea of my own frightful
bad taste that I accepted it to get rid
of them, and went out and bought a
collarette."
“You silly girl!”
“And, ch, I forgot to tell you, the
old clothes man suggested that 1 come
right down to his shop and spend
that $5. He felt sure I shqjuld be
charmed with Mrs. Vanderbilt s cot
ton velveteen gown.”—New York
Press.
O Love of God.
O Love of God, how strong and true!
Eternal, and yet ever anew;
I'nromprehended and unbought.
Beyond all knowledge and all thought!
O heavenly Love, how precious still!
In days of weariness and ill.
In nights of pain and helplessness.
To heal, to comfort and to bless.
O wide-embracing, wondrous Love,
We read thee in the sky above;
We read thee in the earth below.
In seas that swell and streams that flow.
We read thee best in Him that came
To bear for us the cross of shame,
Sent by the Father from on high,
Our life to live, our death to die.
OLove of God. our shield and stay
Through all the perils of our way;
Eternal Love, in thee we rest.
Forever safe, forever blest.
—Horatius Bonar.
Capturing Wild Horses.
The work of capturing wild horses
in the vicinity of Fox mountain and
Madeline plains has begun and sever
al animals have been taken.
This country is practically a wild
unbroken stretch of mountains in
western Nevada and eastern Califor
nia that is too rough for any purpose
except grazing and over which several
thousand head of wild horses roam.
The captured animals are invariably
small but well proportioned and prove
to be hardy, serviceable and obedient
after being broken.—Cedarville Corre
spondence Sacramento Bee.
Refuses to Abide by Raffle.
A. H. Liese, of Fresno county. Cal.,
put up his ranch for raffle. He sold
tickets to the amount of $7,500. W.
C. Wilkinson held the winning num
ber, but Liese refused to surrender the
ranch, saying that Wilkinson had no
rights in law, as raffling is gambling.
But Wilkinson has found an old stat
ute which provides for the confisca
tion of such property to toe State.
Japanese War Play.
The Japanese in San Francisco gave
a war drama for the benefit of the
widows and orphans of the Japanese
army. The audience was Japanese,
large and enthusiastic. A newspaper
report of the play says the handling
of the “Russians” in it was “fierce.”
One Cossack received a three-inch cut
on his arm from a Jap’s sword.
Makes the Kaiser Liberal.
The kaiser was so pleased over
shooting a fine stag at Rominten that
he gave $6,000 for the orphans and
widows of the foresters and had his
two beaters to dinner with them, plac
ing one on each side of him.
BURIAL CUSTOMS OF OLD.
Warriors Laid to Rest With All Their
Battle Trappings.
A cemetery belonging to a garrison
of Longobards has been found *ear
Ascoli on the Tronto at a pass across
the Apennines in Italy. The site of
the fort is the top of an island of
rock now occupied by a little hamlet
called Castel Trosino. All the war
riors were laid with their faces to the
east. Near the head was found a
comb made of horn or bone and a
round shield with iron boss. On the
right lay a long, straight iron sword
in a scabbard of hide. Against the
right shoulder was laid a long wooden
spear and on the left a dagger in a
highly ornamented sheath, decorated
with gold, as well as a bow and arrows
in a quiver.
Generally there was present the
buckle of a broad belt, often deco
rated applique for belt and scabbard,
fashioned of gold, silver or bronze.
Small gold plates seem to have been
sewed to the coat in the shape of a
cross. One grave contained a heavy
cuirass of plates bound together with
iron wire. The horsemen had big
shears for clipping manes and a large
bronze feed trough with two movable
handles; often bits, saddles and har
ness were laid beside the dead.
By the women were worn gold hair
pins, with rounded flat heads, go'd
earrings of different shapes, finger
rings and gold plates. One ring has
the names Gerontius and Regina en
graved on it. Crosses and necklaces
of gold and beads of glass, silver
bracelets, pottery vases and plates of
glass, cups, combs and other articles
of the toilet accompany the remains
of women.
In Kansas After the War.
After the civil war a Boston man
was stopping at the Planters’ hon?e,
the principal hotel of Leavenworth.
Kan., and coming down to breakfast
!ate ore morning he partook of that
meal with the landlord.
“Well, Mr.-,” said the landlord,
“how do you like our western coun
try?”
“I like it very well,” said the Bos
ton man, “or would if society here
were in a more settled state.”
“Nonsense,” said the landlord, “our
society is as settled as that of Bos
ton.”
Just then a man named Anthony
burst into the dining room and out of
a back door, with a man named Jen
nison pumring lead at him at eve«-y
jump, and following him out into the
outbuilding in the rear of the hotel.
“How about society being as settled
here as in Boston?” said the Boston
man as he and the landlord crawled
out from under opposite sides of the
table.
“I had forgotten about that Anthony.
Jenrison matter,” said the landlom;
“but if Doc Jennison has caught up
with Anthony that is settled by this
time."—Boston Herald.
All Fair in Politics.
Gen. Rockwood Hoar relates an
amusing instance of the humors of a
political campaign. It appears that a
year ago during the campaign for the
re-election of Gov. Bates and Lieut.
Gov. Guild, portraits of those candi
dates, as wrell as those of the opposite
party were to be seen posted all
through the state of Massachusetts.
The rival bill posters must have
been in great haste each to outdo the
other, for it would seem that they
were not always careful where they
put their pictures.
While passing through Haverhill
one day the candidates were greatly
disconcerted to observe their portraits
pasted on one billboard over a litho
graphic announcement of a theatrical
attraction. Under the counterfeit pre
sentments of the candidates were the
words: “Vote for Bates and Guild.”
The portion of the theatrical litho
graph not covered by the political por
traits bore the legend: “The Greatest
Vaudeville Team on Earth.”
Students of Political Economy.
One of the most interesting young
Englishwomen in America in many
a year is Lady Dorothy Legge, daugh
ter of the earl of Dartmouth, who trav
eled from Boston to Hanover, N. H.,
with her parents to see her father lay
the corner stone of a new building for
the college bearing his name. Lady
Dorothy is a deep student of political
economy, and, like her brother. Vis
count Lewisham, is a warm admirer
of the younger nations. The viscount
and his sister long have watched the
development of two wonderful peoples
—the Americans and the Japanese.
Both believe the world’s progress
hinges in large measure on the men
tal trend of the Yankees of the West
and East.
New Sect in Ireland.
A new sect known as John the Bap
tist Pilgrims is conducting a mission
in the North of Ireland, and gaining
fresh adherents daily. The members
believe in baptism by immersion, in
having "no certain dwelling place and
in depending upon God for the neces
saries of life.” They have all things
in common and address one another
by their Christian names.
Forbids Use of Cocaine.
The Southern Pacific Company has
forbidden its men to bring cocaine
into its yards or shops. It has been
customary for the men to use it when
they get acinder in an eye, but it has
been used for other purposes; and,
besides, the doctors say its unskilled
use in the eye is dangerous. The men
have the use of a well-equipped emer
gency hospital.
Sons Have Distinguished Names.
A Paris cabinetmaker has named his
thirteen sons, respectively; William
II., Victor Emmanuel III., Henry IV.,
Philip V., Charles VI., Edward VII.,
Charles VIII., Charles IX., Louis X.,
Louis XI., Louis XII., Alfonso XIII.,
and Louis XIV. He did this in order
to be able to distinguish one from the
other according to their ages.
Chinese Empress to See Circus.
A certain prince, says the South
China Post, has engaged a foreign cir
cus to perform for the delectation of
the empress dowager and her retinue.
The troupe has been engaged for ton
days at a cost of $14,000.
*NNi
Scotch Whisky a Fraud
It is our present purpose to dispute
and confute the declaration that the
Scotch high ball is the national drink.
It is true that there is a drink, beloved
of many, called the Scotch high ball,
but it is only a popular delusion that
the tall glass contains in its depths,
in the midst of ingredients of a chunk
of ice of geometrical squareness, a
piece of lemon peel carved with pre
cision into an elliptical form, and the
general covering of effervescent water
—anything that approximates what
the epicures consider Scotch whisky
with its smoky aroma, its boggy after
taste, its bitingly smooth suggestion of
thistles and heather.
In proof of the assertion we desire
to quote no less an authority than Dr.
H. B. Wiley, chief cf the bureau of
chemistry of the department of agri
culture. Dr. W'iley may not know
whisky, but he knows chemistry, and
the principles of that exact science he
has applied rigorously with a view to
ascertaining the purity of the foods—
which include the drinks—that are
imported into this country. Presently
he will enlarge the field of his opera
tions, but now it is enough to know
that in his investigations into the
quality of the eatables and drinkables
sent us from the old world he has
discovered, and says boldly, that there
is not a barrel of Scotch whisky in
the United States; that the importa
tions of this article are all concoctions
and should be labeled “compound.”
This may be news to the public,
thirsty and unthirsty, but it is borne
out by the story of the London house
that was accustomed to send to fa
vored correspondents in this country
three bottles of Scotch w hisky ev< ry
Christmas as a reminder of the pleas
ant feeling entertained by the hon,*
concern of the efforts of its American
agents. Back in 1887 Christ »;.av
brought, instead of the three it /.,)
bottles of Scotch, an apologetic com
municatiori stating that the custom <f
long standing had necessarily .
abandoned because there was i.,
longer any Scotch whisky. ln tm 1l •
of this statement we may concha
that Dr. Wiley’s disclosure is belated
but true.—Detroit Free Press.
Take Time for Leisure
Not only on account of his home,
but also on his own account, a man
should not keep business in mind all
the time. A bow that is always bent
loses its elasticity, so that it will not
send the arrow home with force when
there is need. A man who is thinking
day and night about his business
weakens his faculties and loses his
buoyancy and “snap” by never allow
ing them a chance to become fresh
ened, strengthened and rejuvenated.
He becomes narrow and selfish; his
sympathies and affections become
atrophied or petrified. Home reaction
broadens a man, enlarges his sympa
thies, and exercises man> faculties
that necessarily lie dormant during
the stress of business hours.
If he will make a practice, in his
leisure hours, of giving himself up
completely to recreation, to having a
grand, good romp with the children,
or a social game with the who*e fam
ily, making up his mind that he will
have a good time during the evening,
no matter what may happen on the
morrow, he will find himself in much
better condition the next day to <nti -
the business or professional arena. He
will be much fresher and strong*"
will have more elasticity and y< nt.
neity. and will do his work mm h ea
sier and with less friction than it h*
thinks, thinks, thinks of business ail
the time he is at home.
No matter if his business affair- ar*
not going just as he likes, he is only
wasting the energy and mental pow* r
which would enable him to overcome
these unfortunate conditions by drag
ging business into the home, and wor
rying a;. I fretting the family about
things that they cannot help.
If he would form the habit of lock
ing all his cross-grained, crabbed, ugly
critical, ragging and worrying in the
store or office at night, and resolve
that, whither his business or profu
sion i3 a success or a failure, his home
shall be a success—the happiest,
sweetest and cleanest place on earth
—he would find it a greater invc.t
ment than any ever made in a busi
ness way.—Montreal Herald.
Lang on Table-Tipping
I was once laying my hands, alone,
on a little table which spun about the
rcom, writes Andrew Lang in Har
per’s Magazine. No doubt I moved it,
but I did so ‘•automatically.’' I did
not, consciously, exert any force. I
said: “Ask the table a question.” and
a lady remarked, “Where are the
watches?” The table then tilted; the
others used the alphabet in the ordi
nary way. I did not know what was
tilted out, but they told me that the
message was, “The watches are in
Frank’s pocket in the children's
room.” I asked: “'What watches?” and
the lady said, “I gave two to Frank
to take to the watch maker, and he
does not know wThat became of them.”
“No more do I/’ I said; and thought
no more about it. Frank was a boy, a
nephew of the lady. I scarcely knew
him by sight. Two months later,
when I was in France, Frank's father,
who had been present at the table
tilting, wrote to tell me that I “was
the devil”! The watches had just
been found in an old greatcoat of
Frank’s, in a drawer in the children's
room—which was not a room in the
i house where the table was so well in
j spired. Nothing else of the sort ever
happened to me. It was an “automa
tism.” I did not know what the Za
ble “said” till I was told, and erf the
watches I knew nothing at all. I sim
ply do not understand the case; but
“spirits” did not even pretend to be
mixed up in it. The least inconceiv
able psychic explanation is that
Frank, who was at school, “wired” on
to me, without knowing it, a fact
which he had forgotten, and that I,
without knowing it, made the table
tilt out the answer.
Frank at that time was a queer, vit*-,
ionarv boy, a “sensitive”; but to do all
this was rather out of his line. The
skeptical theory Would be that Frank,
having heard the story, and acicdent
ally come upon the lost watches, put
them in the place where the table
said they were, “and the same with in
tent to deceive.” But I did not even
know that there was a room in his
father’s house called “the children's
room.”
Danger
in Health Fads
A medical writer of eminence said
lately that he “never knew a strict
dietarian who did not after a time
become a confirmed dyspeptic.”
Shackles never produce strength in
the wearer. The body shackled by
constant conformity to rules loses its
natural vigor, just as the tied-up limb
loses its muscular power.
People who are afraid to open their
windows lest a draught should give
them neuralgia, who are afraid to go
out if there is a little rain, or a little
wind, or a little cold, because they
are “so delicate,” infallibly become
more so, and in time make themselves
as sensitive as hothouse plants, which
can only exist in one particular spot
in the overheated conservatory.
There are, of course, certain general
rules of health which every one
should understand and comply with,
if they wish to avoid illness, such as
the danger of breathing impure air
or drinking impure water, contract
ing chills, eating and drinking too
much, and so forth. This knowledge,
however, need not turn the care of
the health into a bugbear. One can
make a “fad" of health as cf any
other useful thing, says the London
Queen. One can grow monomaniacal
on the value of fresh air or woolen
underclothing, and the mischief of our
mania is not the harm we do ourselves
so much as the damage we do others
in turning them against the object of
our fad. Take the wearing of wool,
for instance. Have not many people
bec-n resolutely set against it by those
faddists who persist in wearing their
flannel shirts ostentatiously, and who
maintain that their hygienic value is
destroyed if their hideousness is soft
ened by wearing linen collars and
cuifs with them?
Truth as
to Athletics
Athletics may be for good or evil
and in the same manner as a two
edged sword.
1. The prime object in athletics is
improvement of the general health.
One writer has said that health, liKe
happiness, does not exist. He said
the body consists of a number of
mechanisms which have the closest
and most exact relations, and as they
approximate to harmony there is
health, but when disordered there is
ill health.
2. To obtain good health muscle
building is not a necessity. One can
not judge of a person's health by the
size and hardness of the muscles.
The converse may be true.
3. To obtain health one must not
be in a perfectly trained condition, ow
ing to the effects of severe training on
the nervous system.
4. There is no evidence to prove
that athletics and muscle building im
prove the constitution.
5. One should always keep in min.!
the fact that built up or hypertrophied
muscle has a tendency to degenerate.
The heart being a muscular organ
shares in this tendency.
6. In regard to the moral side of
the question it remains to be proven
that athletics per se corrupt the
morals. Dr. F. R. Sturgis is confident
that athletics improve the morals of
a community.
7. Although the evidence for and
against athletics is contradictory, the
whole subject may be summed up by
stating that athletics are beneficial
when properly and judiciously applied
and very injurious when the precau
tions above mentioned are ignored or
carelessly regarded.—Medical Record.
And After Midnight, Morn!
The years come and the years go.
And the leaves of life keep falling:
And across the sunless river’s flow.
With accents soft and whispers low.
The friends long lost are calling:
While Autumn his red glory wears.
And clouds oppress the sky like cares—
But the old griefs die and new joys
are born.
And after the midnight cameth morn.
The years wake and the years sleep.
And the past is full of sorrow:
The thoughtless laughs and the thought
less weeps,
And each of the fruit of his follies reaps.
For to-day is the fate of to-morrow ;
But new loves tempt us to forget
The old and old friends love us yet—
ffn the old griefs die and the new
joys are born.
And after the midnight cometh morn.
The years laugh, and the years sigh.
But the flowers for you are blowing.
As girlhood's days go dancing by.
And womanhood's blithe May is nigh.
With hopes and fancies glowing:
While Love his nets for you prepares.
And lurks to catch you unawares—
And the old griefs die and new joys
are born.
And after the midnight cometh mom.
The years live and the years die.
And all they touch they sadden;
But still the heart can time defy,
Hope still with purple flush our sky.
And sober friendship gladden.
And well as we have loved before,
In autum we can love once more—
For the old griefs die and new joys
are born.
And after the midnight cometh morn.
—Albert Pika.
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