A DAY WITH MRS. ROOSEVELT
, AT HER HOME IN OYSTER BAY
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Oyster Bay.—Perhaps in all the world there is no other woman in so prominent a position of whom so little
Is known of her daily round of life as of Mrs. Theodore Roosevelt, the wife of the president of the United States.
However, Mrs. Roosevelt’s average vacation day at Oyster Bay is a busy one, because she is a good house
wife. She oversees all the food that goes to the dining-room, and therefore she is up and in the kitchen at 6:30
a. m. After breakfast, however, she is out of doors. She never fails to pay a visit to the stable to pet Mollie, her
riding mare. Mrs. Roosevelt has a beautiful garden at Oyster Bay, and an hour is spent working ’midst the
flowers.
A tour of inspection among the house servants follows, and very frequently the first lady of the land goes
to the kitchen to make, with her own hands, a pie or a cake which is a favorite with Mr. Roosevelt or the chil
dren. Mrs. Roosevelt darns the boys' stockings herself. She is charitable, and is often seen of an afternoon car
rying a basket into the house of some poor family. One of her regular afternoon pleasures is a horseback ride
with the president. All the members of the family are expected to be present at dinner, and Mrs. Roosevelt al
ways says grace.
A GIGANTIC IR
Ninety Thousand Acres of Arid Land
in Belle Fourche Valley Will Be
Made to Bear When Work Is
J Completed.
Belle Fourche, S. D.—As the work
of the government irrigation scheme
north of this city progresses people
begin to real.ze the great difference
it will make not only in the character
of the country, but also in the charac
ter of settlers who will be attracted
by these lands.
This Belle Fourche irrigation proj
ect, as it is officially known, will re
claim 90,000 acres of practically arid
land lying north of the Black hills,
and $2,100,000 has been appropriated
by congress for the work. The work
is under direct supervision of the gov
ernment, but eventually will become
the property of the Water Users’ asso
ciation, which will be composed of all
the people holding land under the
project.
The most interesting feature of the
work being done here is the big dam
known as the Owl creek reservoir.
The water taken from the Belle
Fourche by the diverting dam is
brought through a canal 6% miles
long to this reservoir.
It is built in a natural basin and the
earthen dam, 1% miles in length and
115 feet high at the deepest point, is
considering both length and height,
the largest earthen dam in the United
States.
The embankment will contain
1.600.000 cubic yards of earth and will
be 500 feet wide at the widest point
at the bottom, 63 feet wide at the
water service and 20 feet wide at the
top. The entire embankment will be
faced with concrete blocks weighing
3.000 pounds each and the outer sur
face will be arranged in terraces and
seeded down to grass. The greatest
depth of the water will be 100 feet and
fUGATION PLAN.
the average depth from 25 to 30 feet.
As the divtTsion dam and the Inlet
canal are practically completed, the
first water to be used in this scheme
will be the water from the Johnson
lateral leading north from the inlet
canal, where the water will be turned
on some time next spring.
So far, out of the 13 large projects
which have been started the govern
ment has completed one, the Truskee
Carson, in Nevada, where the water
was turned on in June, 1905. The
reclamation act was passed on June
17, 1902, and the work on this scheme
was begun the very next day.
The problem which the government
will have to meet is that of sediment.
It is generally stated that the success
of an irrigation scheme is in inverse
proportion to the amount of sediment
carried by the river or streams from
which the water is taken. It was this
very matter that forced so many pri
vate companies to the wall and finally
made it necessary for the government
itself to take up the matter. It is es
timated that these 13 schemes will re
claim about 1,500,000 acres.
As there is a considerable cost at
tached to the taking up of land under
these projects, a cost varying from
$2.50 to $3 per acre yearly for ten
years, it will be readily seen that nei
ther the very poor nor the very shift
less will be attracted by these possi
bilities.
The immediate effect of irrigation
upon the land values is shown as well
in the Belle Fourche valley as any
place in the world. On the south side
of the river for a short distance a
number of farms are under irrigation
from a private ditch known as th9
Redwater ditch. This land now sells
for $75 an acre. Just across the river
where there is as yet no irrigation,
land of identically the same character
sells from $8 to $12. Peope are rush
ing into the country by the hundreds
to embrace the opportunity of taking
up and along*tbe line of the projected
ditch and the next ten years will see
a wonderful change in this northern
country.
LESS WINE DRUNK IN ENGLAND
Washington.—That alcoholic con
sumption is on the decrease in Great
Britain is shown by statistics con
tained in the report from Frank W.
Mahn, the American consul at Not
tingham, evidencing a remarkable
falling#off in the wine appetite of the
Britishers.
The amount of wine consumed per
capita in Great Britain is now figured
at only three pints a year. The chan
cellor of the exchequer, in his recent
budget speech, said that in the past
six years the consumption of wine had
increased nearly BO per cent. Imports
of wine from the principal sources of
supply—France, Spain and Portugal—
have decreased in 30 years from 16,
000,000 gallons to 9,000,000 in a year.
The decrease from 1900 to 1905 alone
was 4,000,000 gallons.
Australia has been selling wine to
Great Britain growing quantities, but
the total imports of this wine are
small In comparison with the decrease
in the imports of French, Spanish and
Portuguese wines.
Prima Donna Wars on Tights.
Cleveland, O—Miss Olga Orloff,
prima donna of the comic op^ra com
pany, has begun a crusade against
tights. She says they are Insanitary,
and it is only a question of time un
til they will be obsolete. Miss Orloff
ought to know. Her acquaintance
with tights is Intimate and of long
standing.
Dogs Now Have Appendicitis.
Philadelphia.—The quicker your
dog can develop a case of appendicitis
the quicker will your neighbors be to
acknowledge that he belongs to the
fashionable canine set. If he has a
faraway lool* in his eyes, or whines
continually, or refuses to eat, or, most
Important of all, if he limps in his
right hind leg, he has it, all right.
The symptoms mentioned are those
given by a prominent veterinarian,
wn-'wiwii
and if a dog has one of the habits
it is said he may have only a slight
attack of the disease, but if he has all
four, then nothing but the removal of
the offending organ will save his life.
Paratus, the mascot of the torpedo
boat Hopkins, which is now lying at
League island, iB the first dog in this
city to undergo the operation to have
its appendix removed.
The operation on the dog was sug
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gested by one of the surgeons at
League island, who gave the dog a
thorough examination, at the request
of the Jackies, who believed their
pet was dying. He suggested a sur
geon who would take the case, and
with all the care that would be shown
to a human being Paratus was re
moved to the canine hospital. Here
the dog was put through another ex
amination by a man versed on the
diseases of animals, who agreed with
the naval surgeon that Paratus was a
sufferer from appendicitis.
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CMV£ DOLLAR NOW IN GREAT DEMAND.
Brunswick, Me.—A bright new sil
ver dollar with several shipping tags
attached to It by means of a silver
ring has been sent out from the office
of the Brunswick Record on a journey
around the merchants of this town.
The object, as stated on one of the
tags, is to use this dollar In paying
bills by the persons holding it, and
in no case to spend the coin outside
of Brunswick, also to demonstrate
that a dollir spent at home will
eventually return to the original
spender to be spent again.
All persons are enjoined to keep the
dollar circulating and to be careful
not to spend it with anyone who will
be apt to salt it down.
The dollar was paid to Myrick
Gatchell, an employe of the Record
office, with his wages. He spent it at
once at the store of H. J. Given. It
has been used to pay freight and dry
goods, grocery, clothing, milk and all
sorts of bills. Many of the merchants
Are bow advertising to accept It at a
premium. One merchant allows $2
for it on a $10-purcbase, and another
allows $1.50 in part payment of a bill
of $5, and $2 on any purchase amount
ing to $10. The Record allows a
year’s subscription to the paper.
Japanese Navy to Grow.
Victoria. B. C.—The Shinanoa
Maru, which arrived the other day,
brought news of many contemplated
changes in the Japanese navy. A pro
gramme has been framed whereby the
strength of the navy will reach 520.000
tons in 1908, but it is not believed this
will be retained permanently. Twen
ty-three cruisers will be struck from
the effective list this year.
Unrelenting Disapproval.
“Yon must admit that our friend has
the courage of his convictions,” said
one statesman.
“In the case of such opinions as
his,” answered the other, “it isn’t
courage. It’s foolhardiness.”—Wash
ington Star. -
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Champion Divert.
“Larry Donovan,” said a profes
sional swimmer, “made the highest
dive on record. It was 210 feet—a
dive from the Brooklyn bridge. Dono
van also took a dive from Niagara
bridge—a good 200 feet.
“There are no other divers in the
same class with Larry. Jack Burns
made a dive of 150 feet from the top
most yardarm of the Three Brothers,
the largest sailing ship of its time,
and John O’Rourke and Jules Gautier
have done some good diving, too—100
feet, 125 feet, and so on. But it is
doubtful if Donovan's record will ever
be broken.”
Joy Drove Him Mad.
Judge von der Meden of Hamburg,
who recently disappeared while on his
honeymoon at Hanover, and was
found wandering in the streets of
Zurich, has now been declared insane.
Among papers found in him was a let
ter from his wife. On the envelope he
had written: 'T did not know a man
could be so happy. I am so very happy
that I think 1 shall go mad.” 1
The sun was beating hotly down up
on the wide stretch of yellow sand.
Ladies in bright costumes reclined un
der gay parasols and talked Intermit
tently, not of the beauties of the sea,
but of the glories of the towns they
had left behind them.
In one of the shady places under the
rocks a man reclined languidly. He
was not sleeping or reading or watch
ing the gay crowd before him. His
eyes, set In a haggard face, were gaz
ing out towards the sea with a list
less expression.
The morning passed slowly as he lay
there, and the crowd on the sands be
gan to thin.
Just upon the rim of the shadow
within which the man rested lay a
rounded, gray-white stone. Towards1
this a small child, whose feet and legs
were still shining and wet with the
warm sea water, made her way with a
shout of happy glee; and the man
sighed.
He glanced at the small intruder
with some annoyance visible upon his
face, but she was not noticing. She
had seated herself upon the stone, and
all her attention was given to the task
of disentangling a pair of long black
stcckings which were twisted about
her neck. He looked away again and
became once more lost in his own
thoughts. Then came a small, grum
bling voice with the suspicion of a
tremor in it.
“If you weren’t drefful unpolite, you
would help a little girl," it ran. “Only
drefful unpolite people don’t help little
girls."
It was some few seconds before the
man realized that she was talking to
him. Then he turned his head and
HE FASHIONED A BOAT OUT OF
PAPER.
caught a vision or a pair of reproach
ful blue eyes on the point of tears. He
muttered an exclamation and, half
rising, set about the task of disentan
glement. When he had finished he be
gan to cough, and the cough shook
him through and through. He leant
back panting against the rocks.
The owner of the blue eyes paused In
the act of pulling on a black stocking
to look at him doubtfully.
“You coughs very hard. Haven’t
you any candy?” she asked.
He smiled. "No, I’m afraid I
haven’t"
“X haven’t, either now. I eated all
mine, or I’d give you half to make you
better." She put on her shoe and tied
the laces in a one-sided knot. “Well,
you can easily get Some, can’t you, in
the stores?”
“Quite easily.”
“Can’t I make nice bows?” She tied
the laces of her second shoe with hot
and somewhat dirty finders, and eyed
the result with a fond pride.
"Very nice,” said the man absently.
He was not looking at them, but she
did not notice. She did not resent the
absent tone, either, being too absorbed
iu the contemplation of her footgear.
“Tisn’t a bit easy to tie bows, now—
not since I’ve growed so much. I
growed all this much since Christmas.”
She indicated on a sturdy black-stock
inged leg a space of about three
Inches. Her tone held a subtle expec
tation of his astonishment.
The man was coughing again. When
he could find his voice, he said, “Real
ly!” with quite the requisite note of
awe In his voice, and she rippled Into
a gleeful laugh.
Just you wait till I’ve grcwed all
I’ve got In me! Then you’ll be
•’prised.” She laughed again at the
thought of It. “I’m going to be
’mense big. You can, If you’re good,
you know.”
“I shouldn’t wonder,” said he.
“You’re very big!’ she drew 'a long
breath. "I s’pose you’re drefful good.
What makes you all like—bony?
'Cause you growed too fast?”
He laughed a little bitterly. “I sup
pose that must have been It.”
“I’m Bess, and I’m six,” she said
wistfully.
“Indeed!” said he, somewhat amused.
He pressed a hand to his side to stifle
fade from his lips. “I'm Langham, and
I’m very much older than six, Bess,”
he said, after a pause.
Bess clasped her hands In front of
one knee, and her brows puckered.
“When I broked my doll, I was horrid
sorry,” she said. “I s’pose you haven’t
got no doll?”
“No.”
"When I eated all my candy, too, I
cried hard—once. P’r’aps—p’r’aps—
you’ve eated all your candy?”
"You’ve hit It, Bess, this time. That’s
Just It I’ve eated all my candy.”
“There’s more—in the shops.”
Bess went back to her seat A
steamer was passing over the water
to the pier, and her attention was
caught by it “Do steaming-boats go
to bed at night?” she inquired abrupt
ly.
“I don’t know. No, I don’t think they
do. Of course they do not”
“ft would be a drefful big beds I
s'pose the shops hadn’t any big enough,
so they couldn’t have none,” said Bess
thoughtfully. Then her mood changed.
She crushed her wide hat down over
her ears and laughed out at him from
under the improvised bonnet. “When
the sun shines—hard, then I do this,"
she said. “What do you do?”
“Grin and bear it,” said Langham,
carelessly. Then he caught her puzzled
glance and reproached himself. “I
come here, Bess, and lie In the shade,
as you see. It’s the best plan.”
“It’s drefful dull. Don’t you ever
play yourself?” The childish eyes al
most held pain at the thought of his
dullness.
"Oh, yes, of course—what am I
thinking about! You never saw any
one play as I do. Why, I play at heaps
of things!"
“What first?” asked Bess, the Inex
orable.
Langham cudgelled his brains. "Oh,
Curiosity, thy name is Woman!” he
muttered. A struggle to repress the
laughter which he felt would offend the
small Miss Dignity beside him brought
but another fit of coughing. When it
was over, “Well, I make fairy boats, to
begin with,” was his declaration.
The rejoinder was inevitable. “Make
some now,” commanded Bess.
The man’s hand went weakly to his
pocket. He brought out a letter and
shook it out of its envelope. The two
sheets of notepaper were yellow and a
little worn. He looked at them for a
moment. Then he folded a sheet in
two. Bess forsook her seat and crept
over the sand to watch. She dug a
little elbow into his chest to steady
herself, and he bit his lips and then
panted; but he did not ask her to
move it. As best he could, he fash
ioned a boat out of paper, and as he
did so there came a rush of remem
brance of his own childish days, and
his fingers trembled.
“It takes a drefful long time to make
a boat!” complained the small maid,
with a sigh; and “It does,” said the
boat maker, with a sigh not less deep
than hers.
At last it was made and Bess clapped
her hands with delight. The boat had
a charming sail in the middle of it,
aDd looked quite real, and was beauti
fully light. There was a little space
underneath it into which you could
poke your little finger, and so hold the
interesting vessel up to view. Then
there was some writing on one Side
which looked just like the name, Bess
said. Her little form quivered with
glee. She was in raptures. “Now, I’ll
go right down an’ sail it!” she cried,
shrilly. “I can quite easy put my fin
ger underneath and hold it a weeny,
weeny bit. It won’t know.”
Presently another thought came to
her. She patted the tiny craft with a
loving forefinger. “Of course the fair
ies sail in it; I almost forgotted. When
you're asleep—sound—then they come
—heaps—an’ sail, an’ sail, an’ sail—”
“And where do they sail to?” asked
the man.
“I don’t know,” said Bess dreamily.
“Somewheres drefful good, I expec’,”
she said, after a pause, and she took
np the little yellow-white boat and
kissed it.
Then she started to her feet "There’s
nurse now, and she’s looking—that’s
for me. You must take care—heaps—
of the fairy boat till to-morrow-day,
aDd watch. Then you can tell, when
I ve corned, how the fairies sail In it.
’Cause I’m coming to-morrow-day, an’
the next, an’ the next, an’ you must
make heaps of fairy boats. Of course,
you must be drefful careful the fairies
don’t see you watching, you know!”
Langham had recovered his breath
by the time she had stated her inten
tion and instructed him in his duties.
“I’ll be dreadfully careful," he said.
She turned when a few yards away
and kissed her hand to him. "I’ll be
sure and come to-morrow-day,” she
cried; and her eyes said, “Be drefful
careful.”
Langham lay and looked at the little
boat. A fairy vessel it was—and fash
ioned from an old, old love-letter—of
the woman who had married somebody
else. He lay for a long time. Then
he made a little hole in the sand and
buried tbs fairy boat. “The last one.”
he muttered, “and they none of them
sailed.”
Well, perhaps the fairies sailed In
them. He would soon find out.
When at last he rose, it was with an.
effort and with a gray tinge about his
lips. He looked along the yellow
shore. A week since he had been able
to crawl up and down It; to-day he
had with difficulty managed to creep
up slowly, slowly, to the shadow under
the flrst rocks; to-morrow—
He raised ms nanaicercmei in a vain
endeavor to check a cough, and moved
painfully away.
The morrow came to the shore, and
with it Bess with her dancing curls.
She searched every nook and cranny
by the rocks, and then searched them
again; but the fairy-boat-maker was
not there.
(Copyright, 1906, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
That Made a Difference.
“Henry asked me to be his wife last
night," she told her chum.
“Oh, I'm so delighted, Gertrude.
And how did it happen?”
“Yell, he just asked me, and I said
‘Yes,’ and then he stood up and fold
ed his arms.”
“What! He was not more interest
ed than that?”
“Oh, but you see I was in then*
when he folded them.”—Royal Mag
azine.
Unsatisfactory.
“Ah,” sighed the lovesick youth, “if
you would only return my love!”
“That’s just what I intend to do,’r
replied the maid with the cold-stor
age heart. “I haven’t any earthly use
for it.”
And still he wasn’t satisfied.—Chi
cago Daily News.
Fertility of Manchuria.
Manchuria is described by Consul
General Sammons as a good farming
country, to China proper a sort of
American “out west,” and as fertile
in its extensive agricultural areaB
as the garden state of Iowa, support
ing millions of Chinese, who have
come from the overcrowded adjoin
ing provinces.
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The Menace of America's
Rapidly Disappearing Forests
Willful Waste During the Years of Plenty Certain to Bring
Its Years of Retribution.
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If the cutting down of our forests
continues unabated, what are we go
ing to do for lumber 20 years hence?
This is a question now beginning to
assume a serious aspect, and those
who, a few years ago, considered our
forests inexhaustible, are now realiz
ing the danger of the situation.
It is conservatively estimated by
government experts that there now
stand in the United States in the
neighborhood of 1,475,000,000,000 feet
of lumber, but that 45,000,000,000 feet
of it are being cut every year. With
out any attempt being made to replant
the cut down area, it can easily be
seen that our timber is fast disap
pearing. If this continues unchecked
1 it will mean the crippling of one of
the greatest industries in this country.
Recent reports show that Uncle
Sam is easily the greatest lumberman
in the world. The greater part of the
timber that is used in making any
thing from matches to masts is hauled
from the shores of the North Ameri
can continent. Even the tree-clothed
dustry, though It must be said to their
credit that the paper companies use
great discretion in the selection of the
trees, cutting only those that are tea
inches in diameter several feet from
the ground, thus giving the saplings a
chance to grow and develop, making
their forest acreage a source of inex
haustible supply.
Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont.
Massachusetts and northern New
York were 20 years ago covered with
splendid pines of enormous growth,
but these are now mighty scarce, and
abandoned sawmills through Sullivan
county, the Catskills and the Adiron
dacks tell the story to summer resort
visitors these days. We have been
obliged to go further south each year
for pine—-to VirgTnia, then to North
and South Carolina, then to Georgia,
and now the pine lumbering opera
tions are mostly carried on in inac
cessible portions of Florida, Tennes
see, Alabama, Mississippi and Texas.
The famous Georgia pine that does
reach New York now comes from fa
Some of the Big Trees Still Left in WashlngtSn.
islands of far off Australasia depend
upon our forests for their supply of
commercial timber.
The lumber producing territory of
the United States may be divided into
six geographical sections, each of
which is commercially distinct from
the other. The lake region, with its
white pine, of which little remains, in
cludes the states of Michigan, Minne
sota and Wisconsin, and parts of Mis
souri and Illinois. Practically all the
states south of Mason and Dixon’s
line, and as far west as the Rocky
mountains, comprise the section from
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YiLLD OF 1000 TO 2000
FELT PER POPE
YIELD OF 2000 TO 9000
FE£ r P£B ACRE
YIELD OF 9000 TO 6000
FEE T PER A PRF
Map Showing the Present Forest Con
ditions.
which come principally the short ancl
long leaf pine and all the cypresses
Of the various groups, that which fur
nishes the greatest variety of woods
includes the New England and North
Atlantic states. Their forest products
range from the spruce and birch ol!
Maine to the hickery and walnut oil
the middle states. Ohio, Indiana and
part of Illinois form a district whose
contribution to the world's supply of
lumber is practically all hard wood.
Redwood, Douglas fir, cedar and
spruce flourish still In great quantities
in the Pacific states, and the Rocky
mountain states supply pine, aspen,
cottonwood and spruce.
Pine has practically disappeared
from the New England forests alto
gether, and the trees remaining are
principally spruce and hemlock.
Spruce, too, is fast disappearing owing
to the heavy demand of the paper in
I off Oregon and Washington, when*
| there is still an enormous supply. The
! cost of bringing it here, however,
makes it so very expensive that them
! is not a great market for it in the
| east.
It is the old story of willful waste
' in the years of plenty. Not so long
ago there was so much lumber in the
i country that farmers used to burn it
' up, when clearing their land, in order
to get rid of it. Pioneers, as a rule,
never appreciate the value of their
resources; they squander and destroy
without any regard for the future.
This we have been doing in the Unit
ed States, and only now are we be
ginning to realize our folly.
The lumber required to supply rail
road ties alone is enormous, and the
timberland is stripped continually to
meet the demand. It is estimated
that 200,000 acres of forest are cut
annually to supply the railroads with
ties, and that 15,000,000 are required
each year. At the average price of 35
cents each, the amount of money put
into railroad ties yearly amounts to
$5,250,000. Railroad ties don’t last
more than four or five years and have
to be renewed constantly. This of
course is a great expense, and recent
ly some railroads have laid plans to
plant tree3 along their tracks in order
to have their own forests from which
to secure the needed tie3. Several
southern railroads have aiopted this
idea, and it promises to be a success.
One railroad company has thus plant
ed several thousand acres, and hopes
in 20 years hence to have an excellent
growth of pine. This is a good idea
and could well be followed by nearly
all the railroads. Much of the land
beside the tracks is not fit for culti
vation, but is an excellent soil in
which to grow trees. In this way
acres upon acres could be reclaimed
and made to yield fine lumber which
would give an inexhaustible supply of
railroad ties.
Beginning Early.
“What swell dressers those De
Chumleys all are!"
“Yes, it’s in the blood, I guess. I
saw their newest baby trying to put
his teething ring in his eye the other
day. He was under the impression
that it was a monocle.”—Cleveland
Leader.
Hot and Cold.
Little Willie—Say, pa, what Is a
weather prophet?
Pa—A weather prophet, my son, is
the kind the ice dealer makes.—Chica
go Daily News.
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WAR TO GO ON FOREVER.
“There will be need of guns just so
long as there is a man left to covet
the property of another man,” de
clared Hudson Maxim of New York,
inventor of smokeless power, at the
Raleigh last evening.
"We may have peace conferences
and talk of disarming the world, but
there will be battles and strife until
the earth has grown cold and the sun
has gone out. Not until then will the
rivers of blood run dry. Yet the
basis of war has shifted. Battles are
now fought in an area about 20 times
as great as those in ancient times.
For instance, 300,000 were slain when
Attila was submerged in the battle
of the Marne. The slaughter in wai>
fare is not now nearly so great as it
was. War is no longer a question of
concentration of forces and close
fighting, but of wealth, of science
against science. Smokeless powder
wounds more ■ men and strikes more
at long distance. In ancient times
lives were spent in war; now wealth
Is Bpent Then all able-bodied men
went to war; now nine out of ever?
ten must stay at home to make mon
ty for the rest to fight with. Thus
as war becomes more difficult and
men become educated to higher ideals
we have hope that there may be leas
of war and less of the corruption that
war brings."—Washington Post.
Further Irrigation Needed.
Chief Justice Fuller was not long
ago the guest of a southern gentleman
who had a servant named John, fa
mous for his mint julep. Soon after
Judge Fuller’s arrival John appeared
bearing a tray on which was a long,
cool glass, topped with crushed ice
and a small tree of mint. With low
bows and many smiles he presented
it, and watched anxiously while Judge
Fuller appreciatively sipped it. “Thai
touch the right spot, sah?" he quer
led. “It does, John, it does,” the judge
replied. John disappeared, but was
soon recalled by the tinkle of a hand
bell. The glass was now empty. The
judge looked up with a twinkle in his
eye. “I think I’ve got another spot,
John," he said.
