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    EXPERIENCE IN A SAND BLIZZARD
TERRIBLE DRIVE OF A TRAV
ELER IN NEW MEXICO.
faces storm entire night
Horse Flounders Through Big Drifts,
Unable to See Road—Goes Eleven
Miles Out of Course Before
Haven Is Reached.
Denver.—“A snow blizzard is bad,
I’ve no doubt, but it can’t be any
worse than a sand blizzard, that’s a
cinch.”
Henry T. Borden, of New York, w-ho
looks after ranch mortgages for a big
eastern company, thus commenced at
> the Brown hotel an account of a re
cent experience which, be says, is re
sponsible for a large majority of the
gray hairs that poke out from under
his hat.
"I had three ranches, two in Texas
and cne in the extreme southeastern
\y ^
vy
“ON AND ON WE PLOWED WITH NO
ROAD TO GUIDE US.”
portion of New Mexico," he contin
ued, “and I wound up my work at
the ranch of Jerry Gardner, about 30
miles southeast of CarlsDad, N. M. I
had driven across country and now
Carlsbad was my nearest railroad
point and, having a good horse and
being told that the road was plain
and practically straight. I had no
hesitancy in starting out.
“Well, the day was fine and during
the forenoon the sun shone actually
hot upon me and I jogged along con
tentedly enough. About one o’clock
I struck the sand hills that stretch
clear on from that point to the brakes
of the Pecos river. I knew that my
journey led across the famous staked
plains.
“Well, sir, if you’ve never run
against a sandstorm you can’t pos
sibly get an idea of what I was up
against. Though it was early in the
afternoon, things began to get dark
er and darker and when the sand be
gan to move, coming in great cutting
gusts against my face, I couldn’t see
a thing but my finish and the poor
horse tucked his head and snorted
and yet heaved ahead the best he
! could.
j “After a little I found that we were
not in any road at all. The sand had
blown over it, like snow, and nobody
could have found it with a telescope.
I learned afterward that a new trail
has to be made after each storm. We
went on and on, however, but our gait
was slow now. The buggy wheels
dragged fully a foot deep in the sand
and the cold wind was dead against
my good old torse.
“However, we managed to keep our
course in between the high sand
dunes and plowed on. I was so wor
ried that I forgot to eat until early
night overtook us.
“Shivering, wearied and badly rat
tled I finally put up the buggy cover,
turned square around with the buggy
backed against the wind and sand for
shelter, got out and fed the horse and
then back into the vehicle to eat my
lunch and drink my beer. I had a lap
robe with me and I snuggled down
under it and, though chilled through,
dozed off awhile. But I couldn’t sleep
much and after perhaps three hours
of this I determined to push on.
“I will never forget the experience
I got after that. The horse at first
refused to turn round and *face the
storm, but I kicked and cuffed and
pulled the poor devil the way I want
ed him to go and we started. On and
on we plowed and now we couldn’t
see. I could only steer straight into
the wind and the horse floundered on,
sometimes taking me straight up the
long slope of a sand dune and then
the buggy would go over the top like
a boat over the crest ot a wave.
"To shorten the story, though, we
suffered thus all through the nighl
and morning found us still facing
that awful sand blizzard. I was shiv
ering all over and my teeth rattled
against each other. The horse was
half dead with fatigue, but he was
game. At nine o'clock Sunday a glad
sight greeted me. We struck a
break and looked down upon the Pe
cos valley. It was easy enough tc
find a draw by which to descend and
at last we struck hard earth and a
real road.
“At a ranch near where we struck
the Pecos we stopped and had break
fast and got warmed up again. We
found we were eleven miles northed
Carlsbad. The wind had shifted evi
dently during the night and we had
gone that far out of our course.”
BOLD MOUSE BREAKS
UP WOMAN’S MEETING
Stops Club’s Excursion Through Spain
i in Ohio Town and Reveals
Hosiery Styles.
Coshocton, O. — The Coshocton
Woman's club had just been called to
order in the lecture-room of the Car
negie library and the two score mem
bers were listening intently to the
story of “A Little Journey Through
Spain,” as told by a woman who had
never in her life been further away
from home than Columbus. That is
; to say, the members were listening as
intently as they could while they were
taking mental notes of their fellow
members' duds and hats to see if they
could tell when the frocks had been
turned and the hats reset.
,^The member with the redyed bird
in her top piece, who was making the
linguistic journey through old Spain,
had just left Madrid mounted on a
burro and headed for Y Spaghetti Es
paniole, when something happened.
The member in the blue frock which
had been brown at the last meeting
.in January let out a screech that
made "goose pimples" epidemic at
the meeting. At the same time she
mounted the seat and gathered up her
skirts. She did look scared.
The member with the last ’ year’s
bonnet that had been recalked fol
lowed suit, and as she reached the
safety of the high seat sne broke up
the meeting and stopped the “Little
Journey Through Spain,” .her burro
express by shrieking in high soprano:
“It’s a mouse!”
i At that the burro bucked and
threw the figurative rider plump upon
the seat of her chair, and in about
three-fifths of a second the whole
club was mounted on chairs. That
broke up the excursion entirely and
all hands hurried back from Spain to
Coshocton. One of the more courage
ous members shook her petticoats
menacingly, and cried:
“Shoo!”
That brought the mouse to a full
stop and he decided to give up his
"IT'S A MOUSE!"
“little journey through the woman’s
club.” He retired to the library and
gave himself up to the study of Ib
sen.
The prevailing style of hosiery In
CosHocton this winter is black with
cute little pink or blue “clocks.”
, TOOK POISON, THEN SMOKED.
banta Kosa, Cal.—W hile being
brought back to this city from Camp
Meeker by a constable, William Mar
tin, who had just arrived here from
Goldfield, Nev., drew a phial of strych
nine from his pocket and took a dose,
which resulted in his death half an
hour later.
Martin formerly lived in this county
and leaves a widow and son at Camp
Meeker, where it is believed he went
with the intention of stealing the
child from his wife.
Martin applied at the Fashion liv
ery stable here for a team to drive tc
Camp Meeker. His failure to returr
caused McGregor, one of the proprie
tors to notify the constable to lookup
the team and arrest the driver of it
As the constable with Martin reached
the city limits the latter deliberate]}
took the dose of strychnine, telling th<
driver he was a drug fiend. Just be
fore reaching the stable Martin showec
the bottle and told the constable “h<
was done for.”
There was some delay in getting i
physician, and Martin, sitting in i
chair at the stable, told those abou
him that it was useless to call a doc
tor, as his end was near. Addressin;
Constable Gilliam. Martin said:
‘‘Sam. roll me a cigarette. I wan
£ last smoke.”
The cigarette was rolled and givei
to the man, and he began smoking
puffing it unconcernedly. A few me
! ments later he began to stiffen, and
soon the last spark of life had left his
body.
A Quick Quitter.
Mr. Wholesale—Your former em
ployer tells me you were the quickest
bookkeeper in the place.
Young Applicant (dubiously)—Does
he?
Mr. Wholesale—Yes. He says you
could throw the books in the safe,
lock up and get ready to go home
in just one minute and ten seconds.—
Tit-Bits.
Booking After Insects.
Bacon—Why co they put all those
dead insects, in the museum, in glass
cases?
Egbert—They consider that is the
place for them.
“I think it would be better for the
public if they put ’em in glass cases be
fore they died.”—Yonkers' Statesman.
i _
Heading It Off.
"Sam! old man,” began Borem
r “you'd better take something for that
cold. Now—”
t “Oh! please,” interrupted Coffin
“don’t offer me any more. I've hac
t too much already.”
, . "Too much wliat?”
"Advice.”—Philadelphia Press. |
CHEAP COAL IN AUSTRALIA
So Abundant in New South Wales It
Sells for Fifty Cents
a Ton.
Fifty cents a ton is the price they
pay for coal in New South Wales.
Coal is so Abundant and cheap in New
South Wales that it can hardly be
said, in places, to add to the value of
the surface. It is drawn out by ponies.
Beside it are an inexhaustible field of
limestone and permanent water, both
on a railway line. Rates of haulage
m minerals are extremely low. There
are enormous deposits of iron ore of
richness varying from 60 to 90 per
cent.
The chemical composition has been
found satisfactory to experts in
Europe, and these deposits usually are
alongside deep water, thus facilitating
transport. At Burnie, in Tasmania,
the deposit from water level up is es
timated as 20,000,000 tons. In New
South Wales the deposits within sight
are 60,000,000 tons. The deposits
known as the Iron Knob and Iron
HE CERTAINLY WAS MEaN.
Made His Brag So Strong He Em
barrassed 'the Credulous
Operator.
There Is an exceedingly gullible
young girl working in a Denver
branch telegraph office, says the Post
of that city. She is new at the busi
ness, having telegraphed less than a
month. The other day a young man
approached her desk and expressed a
desire to know how the instruments
worked. With a noticeable air of su
perior knowledge the girl explained in
detail. Then she sent a message.
When she had finished the young man
handed her a paper bearing something
he had written.
‘‘What will it cost to send that mes
sage?” he asked.
She looked at it and blushed. It was
a reproduction of the message she bad
just sent He had copied it from the
instruments.
“So you are an operator, too, eh?”
she said.
"My dear little girl,” replied the
BRILLIANT YOUNG OFFICER KILLED ON KEARSARGE.
Among those killed in the explosion on the battleship Kearsarge was
Lieut. Hudgins. He was the officer in charge of the turret in which the ex
plosion occurred. Lieut. Hudgins was considered one of the most expert
in wireless telegraphy in the navy. The portrait here reproduced was taken
several years ago.
'* IJ iJcl
Monarch in South Australia are stated
to contain 20,000,000 tons.
The first great demand of Australia
has been stated as the comprehensive
production of iron and steel from her
own ores. These basic articles wilt
then be available at half their present
imported cost, just as Australia now
supplies herself with the purest of all
salt, another basic article, at less than
half the price she formerly paid for
her importations.
GOVERNMENT PUBLICATIONS
Number of Pages Printed Increases
Largely with the Pass
ing Years.
At the beginning of the last cen
tury the printing ordered by con
gress in the conduct of legislative
business was practically ail that was
required by the government, writes
W. S. Rossiter, in Atlantic. Congres
sional printing, moreover, was limited
to bills, reports, claims and journals.
No exact comparison, therefore, is pos
sible between that period and our own,
since modern conditions bear no re
semblance to those of a century ago.
A computation however, for different
years through the century, of aggre
gate pages issued, at least roughly il
lustrates the rapid expansion of offi
cial requirement. The total number
of printed pages of all classes pub
lished by the federal government in
1880 was 4,582; in 1820, 6,518; in 1840,
19,331; in 1860, 42,007; in 1S80, 72,
171. After 1880 the use of printed mat
ter of all classes increased at a pro
digious rate, and, according to the re
port of the public printer, the total
number of pages of all classes of print
ing in 1900 amounted to 312,634.
He Didn’t Understand.
“Where did Columbus first land?”
asked the teacher.
“I don’t know, mum,” was the re
sponse of little Johnny Lefthook. “I
didn’t read de accounts of de mill.”—
Detroit Free Press.
Probably Needed It.
Bibbs—Who was the man you gave
half a crown to at the hotel this
morning?
Gibbs—An old literary friend of
mine; author of “How to Get Rich.”—
Royal Magazine.
youth without cracking a smile, “I am
Mr. Morse, the man who invented teleg
raphy.” Then he left.
“Oh, he embarrassed me ■so,” said
the girl, telling of it later. “Just
think, there I was explaining teleg
raphy to the man who invented it.”
MAN WAS NOT NEEDED.
Feminine Distress That Called for
the Offices of a Member
of the Sex.
Just at the corner of Nassau and
Spruce streets, "where the wind
blows,” two pretty girls of the
stenographer type were making their
way at nightfall toward the bridge
through the drizzling rain, holding
onto their hats and the single umbrel
la between them with all the
strength they were capable of. Sud
denly, relates the New York Press,
one of the girls uttered an exclama
tion of dismay and above the roar of
the wind almost shouted to her com
panion a sentence the last word of
which was “broken.”
The two girls took refuge in the lee
of the Tract Society building and held
a consultation. A stream of people
was passing along Nassau street, and
the nature of the mishap seemed to
call for delicate treatment. Then,
while the girl who had shouted held
the umbrella turned toward the rush
ing throng, the other girl knelt down
on the wet sidewalk and began fum
bling with her companion’s skirt.
A dapper young man stepped out of
the passing throng. “Pardon me,
Miss, but can I be of any assistance?”
he asked, raising his hat.
The feminine repair department
came to an abrupt halt. “No, thank
you,” came in chorus from both girls.
“But, really, you should not kneel In
the rain like that,” pursued the young
man. "Do let me fix the shoelace.”
“Please, please go ’way,” implored
the kneeling one. “It isn’t her shoe
lace—”
And the young man lost himself in
the crowd.
Smallest British Possession.
Gibraltar is the smallest British
possession. It measures less than
two square miles. Canada is the big
gest, with 3,746,000 square miles.
NOTABLE ADDITION TO SWISS NAVY--A TORPEDO-BOAT
BOBSLEIGH.
This strange craft has caused much amusement in the neighborhood of
Leysin, where it has been cruising on the anowhnimd roads.
THE NEW HAIR STYLES.
How to Hake the New Vienna “Bun”
with Its Chou — About Hair
Dressing Generally.
The Vienna bun is a low coiffure
with a big chou at each side of it, re
ports Mme. Julie D'Arey. You take
your hair and part it, or pompadour it,
or twist it over the ears, just as is
most becoming to you. Then you bring
it up to the crown of the head and tie
it, after which you twist it and turn
it until you have a big low coil far
down at the back of the neck. It is
immensely becoming to nearly all
faces. But the finishing touch is what
is needed. And this is afforded by the
big soft chiffon choux which are a part
of the coiffure.
To make the choux for the Vienna
bun you take enough tulle or chiffon
to make two big rosettes which shall
stand out full and free from the head.
Then you take these rosettes and pin
them to the hair, one back of each ear,
pressing the choux into the hair. You
can use white or shell pink or cloud
blue, just according to your style. And
GRACEFUL LOW COIFFURE.
you may be sure it will be becoming
to you.
In lecturing upon the coiffure I al
ways take particular note as to the
color of the hair. There are certain
colors that look well in certain ways.
Take red hair as an example. No one
ever saw red hair tuat looked well
drawn straight back. Red hair and all
hair upon the reddish shade looks best
waived and dressed very full around
the face, the fuller the better. If I
had red hair I would wave it well and
fluff it around my face like an aureole.
It is the prettiest way to dress hair of
that color.
Now, when it comes to black hair,
the situation is reversed. Choose
something simpler and plainer. Don’t
wave it, but try to build a picture coif
fure of it without making it kinky. I
often take black hair and part it,
rolling it back upon the side, in 1860
fashion. Do you recall the picture of
1860, those wartime styles, and do you
remember how very becoming they
were to the black-eyed beauties of
those days? tVell, I am dressing hair in
wartime style and doing it with much
success.
I treat blonde hair in a still dif
ferent manner. When hair is very
light it can be treated with seeming
carelessness. It looks well flying. I
took a very blonde head the other day
and waved it from tip to root. Then I
turned it back in something like
pompadour fashion, pulling out the
stray ringlets. I even added a ringlet
or two around the ears to hide them in
artistic fashion. The back I twisted
high, setting a wide comb below the
topknots. The effort was particularly
girlish and good.
WATERWORKS OF ATHENS.
Means of Supply of the Ancient
Acropolis Have Lately Been
Unearthed.
Grecian water works as well as
Grecian poetry have survived to serve
the present age. Prof. Dorpfield,
while pursuing archaeological re
searches in Athens, with the purpose
of unearthing the fountain of Pisis
tratus, discovered a number of small
water galleries in the vicinity of the
acropolis. More especially beneath the
road leading from the market place
in Athens, and serving as the route
for the processions of the Panathenea,
fie recognized a series of conduits com
posed of a pair of pipes of pottery
placed one over the other. From the
same point, the azora, other similar
pipes of a square section, covered with
slabs of baked earth, radiated in the
direction of the smaller streets.
The antiquity of this system of
canalization is beyond doubt, insomuch
as the character of the works in con
nection with it is as old as the Roman
and Byzantine epochs. Much knowl
edge also was obtained respecting the
supply of water to the inhabitants of
the capital from the many experi
mental cuttings and trenches.
The aqueduct of Pisistratus, sur
named the Tyrant, was found to pass
the Theater of Bacchus and then ter
minate in a basin where nine conduits
discharged their contents, contiguous
to the fountain of Kallirrhoe, situ
ated at the Puyx. This fountain in
cluded a couple of pools, one above
ground, wherefrom water could be
drawn directly, and a second below,
acting as a reservoir, and also as an
overflow, allowing its surplus water
to pass through a pipe into the city
for the use of the public. In the aque
duct of Pisistratus the water was
transported in round pipes of pot
tery, with joints carefully fitted. If
this acqueduct should fail to be of fur
ther service, that of Hadrian serves
at the present time for a supply to
the Athenian inhabitants.
A New Style.
Artificial and ribbon flowers will
now have to take a back seat in favor
of a new style that has made its ap
pearance in the New York shops. The
new ones are made from Japanese
palm fibre, and are so natural in ap
pearance that it is quite impossible to
tell them from the real article. This
Is particularly the case with carna
tions and American Beauty roses, far
a further resemblance to nature is
added by their being perfumed like
their natural prototypes. So far as the
expense goes, they cost but little more
than the natural flowers.
BECOMINGLY DRESSED.
No Hatter How Old, a Woman Should
Be Careful of Personal Clean
liness and Dress.
To be well and becomingly dresser
does not necessarily mean a large out
lay of either time or money; neither
does it call for the latest "creation"
of style or material. Often, the sim
plest and most inexpensive materials
made up with regard to the suitable
ness of style, color and fabric, adap
tation to the figure and to the age
are the most becoming and effective
A simple five-cent calico or lawn can
be made into a very dressy and be
coming garment, while a bit of lace
or linen about the neck, and a touch
of color at the throat, combined with
dainty personal cleanliness, will make
the plainest of women attractive. Dc
not be in too big a hurry to “dress
according to your age,” for one "will
grow old fast enough, and it is just
as well to hang on to a remnant of
youth as long as one can, even if one
has to resort to simple artificial means
to accomplish it. Personal cleanli
ness is an adjunct to good looks above
everything else, and a woman should
give proper attention to this feature.
It is all nonsense for a woman to
claim that she is Vtoo old,” or too
poor, or too overworked to care for
her personaf appearance. She should
resolve not to grow old; not to be
too poor to use soap and water and
a wash rag, or an emollient for the
cleansing of the face, neck and hands,
or for the proper dressing of her hair.
She should take, as her right, a few
minutes every day in which to prop
erly attend to her toilet, and learn to
regard a pleasing personal appear
ance as much of a necessity as the
getting up of the family meals. This
duty she owes to herself.
It is not so much what “others say”
about us that should influence us; we
should approve of ourselves. Deny it
as one may, a becomingly dressed
woman irresistibly compels our atten
tion and commands our respect, be
she young or old, and neatness of
person and apparel is a passport into
refined society. We instinctively pay
homage to a woman who respects
herself. Moreover, “looks" have a
moral and spiritual effect upon one,
and the woman who knows she is
pleasant to look at feels pleasant, and
is pleasant, because in attracting ap
proving attention from others, she
feels respect for herself which noth
ing but the assurance that she "looks
well” can ever give her.—The Com
moner.
A NEAT EMPIRE JACKET.
This Model Has the Fashionable El
bow Sleeves and Fashionable
Silk Frills.
This is a new variety of the popular
Empire jacket; it is suitable to be
made in fine face cloth to wear with
any dress, or may be made of the
same material as the skirt to com
plete a costume.
The short bodice is slightly curved
at the lower edge, and turns back with
A MODISH WRAP.
revere. The lower part of jacket Is
tucked where it joins the bodice; the
fronts are fastened by large bone but
tons. The elbow sleeves are finished
with turn-up cuffs and a ruffle of
pleated silk.
Materials required for the jacket;
Two and three-quarters yards 48
inches wide.
A RAILROAD COMPLEXION.
Practice of Biding Back and Forth
with Face Unprotected Damag
ing to Good Looks.
“Mercy, no; I never bother with a
veil,” she said. As she said it, she
rubbed her handkerchief briskly over
her face with the tip of one finger.
And the kerchief came off black! Now,
she thought, when she thoroughly
scrubbed that face she would get all
the dust and grime out of the pores.
But why get it in, in the first place?
There is no practice more damaging
to good looks that the habit of riding
back and forth on railway trains or
through dusty city streets with the
delicate skin of the face exposed to all
the soot and grime in the air, says
the Philadelphia Bulletin. Careful
women never do it. They always
wear, when traveling, a plain chiffon
veil—not one of fancy or lace or mesh,
mind you, but a close-woven veil for
real protection. This is tied over the
hat, drawn snugly under the chin and
fastened firmly to the back of the hat.
It has a certain trim air, but the
most important thing is the service
it renders in saving the face from ac
quiring an unnecessary and appalling
amount of dirt.
The complexion so protected will
stay fresh and clean many more years.
Particularly should the business wom
an who rides back and forth into the
city daily adopt this precaution, lest
she find herself the unhappy possessor
of "the road complexion ”
TWO SKELETONS
IN A HOUSEHOLD.
According to the popular saying,
every family has a skeleton; but the
Lawrence family, on the upper West
side, has two. The first skeleton
made its appearance a couple of years
ago, when the elder Lawrence boy
took up the study of art. With the
enthusiasm of a student he decided
to purchase a skeleton for the proper
study of anatomy; but knowing the
nervous dispositions of his mother
and sister, be kept the grewsome arti
cle hidden in a chest under his bed.
In the night hours, when the fam
ily had retired, the skeleton was
taken from its resting place, suspend
ed from a convenient cord, and the
young student would proceed to in
crease the Lawrence gas bills.
One night, after working harder
than usual, the student determined to
take a little walk along Riverside
drive before retiring. Contrary to bis
usual custom, he left the skeleton
hanging and turned the light low.
He had been gone but a few minutes
when his mother, suddenly awaken
ing, recalled something she had for
gotten to tell her son. Slipping soft
ly up to his room, she pushed the
door open. There in the fitful light
of the turned-down gas she saw the
bony apparition, gave a shriek and
fainted. It was nearly two months
before she left her bed, brain fever
having set in.
The younger son of the Lawrence
family, now nine years old, is consti
tutionally timid. To him darkness is
filled wdth terrors. Repeated efforts
have been made to cure him of the
affliction, but to no purpose. The
memory of the skeleton, too, which
had so frightened his mother was still
with him. although the bones of that
artistic guest had long since been dis
posed of.
The other night the little Lawrence
t>oy was asked by his sister to get
something from the closet of her room
on the second floor. To go up to a
dark room was bad enough for the
boy, but the thought of entering a
dark closet in addition, chilled his
blood. He wriggled and invented ex
cuse after excuse, but his father, dis
gusted with his cowardice, peremptori
ly ordered him to go at once. The
boy crawled up stairs most unwill
ingly, seeing goblins and skeletons on
every side. Tremblingly he found his
way to the closet, opened the door
and listened. There was no sound
from the cavernous depths. Cautious
ly he extended his hands, feeling
about for the box, which his sister
bad assured him was “right on the!
floor near the door." He groped his
way along, reaching out to the right
and left, then—
There was a succession of ear-pierc
ing screams. Mr. Lawrence, Sr.,
dropped his newspaper, snatched up a
heavy cane and sprang for the stairs.
Half way down the boy had fallen in
a state of utter collapse. His shrieks
had died awrny to moans.
“What is it?” shouted his father,
bending over him.
“A—a—skeleton—in the closet!” he
gasped. “I—touched—it—Oh!” and
his moans were renewed.
His father gave an ejaculation of
intense anger. “Another one of those
fool art studies! ” he shouted.
“Didn’t one cause us enough trouble?
I’ll smash the accursed thing!”
Bounding up the stairs, he dashed
into, the room, flung open the closet
door and lunged fiercely with hiB cane.
It struck with a rattling noise. In
his anger he did not wait to light the
gas. but struck out blindly, savagely,
again and again as well as the limit
ed space of the closet would permit,
and noted with satisfaction that his
blcrVvs were having a telling effect.
His daughter, who had lingered to
minister to the frightened youngster,
entered at this juncture and lighted
the gas. She gave one glance into the
closet as her perspiring father backed
out, and gave a scream of dismay.
The patent dress form, for which she
had paid $4.98 that day, was ruined.—
N. T. Press.
HENS THAT HATCH FISH.
Chinese Fill Egg Shells with Fish
Eggs and Place Them
Under- the Fowls.
The talk was ol queer eggs—East
er eggs and the like.
“The Chinese are ahead of us in
some phases of fish culture,” said the
biologist of the marine laboratory, ac
cording to the Minneapolis Journal.
"They, for instance, can make hens
hatch out fish.
“This is the way they do it:
“They take a hen’s egg. withdraw
its contents through a tiny hole, and
substitute fish eggs. The opening in
the shell is then closed and the egg is
placed under a setting hen
"The hen suspects nothing, wel
comes the doctored egg, and in a few
days the fish ova are so far advanced
that the Chinese operator has only to
break the shell in warm water and the
little fish come to life at once.
“Some hens kick, hatching ducks, to
see them take to the water. Wiiut
must be the emotions of a Chinese
hen when she hatches a lot of cold,
wet fish?”
Too Lazy.
I keeps my eyes wide open,
I isn' gwlnter doze;
I’s satisfied to stay awake
In comfort and repose.
I feels so drefful lazy.
As I'm sitting by the stream,
It ain’ no use to Whet my eyes—
Too lazy foh to dream:
1 isn' discontented.
Although my earthly lot
Is principally noted
For what l.hasn' got. „
Ah' when I goes a-fishln'
(Not ketehln’ any fish),
I leaves my cares tjellin' me,
Too lazy foh to wish.
—Washington Star.
Lost One Day in 34 Years.
That she missed only one day of
school work In the 34 years she was en
gaged as a teacher here was a record of
which Mrs. Adelaide Moon, who died in
Muskegon, Mich., a few days ago, was
proud. Mrs. Moon was the dean of the
teachers in the Muskegon public schools
and principal of the HacSley school.
Death came after an illness of less than
two weeks. She was 32 years of age.
She was one of the most prominent ed
ucators in western Michigan.