Scent and Its Uses.
POWDER m HER JACKET
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New York furnishes the field in which many earn a living in ways that
are odd. But the oddest of all has been selected by the young woman who
calls herself the perfume girl. Her mission is to make the society woman
smell like a flower garden.
“There is no need of trying (o scent a house all in a day nor is there any
use trying to scent one's robes all in an hour,” she says. “Scent in the
house is like spice in the cake, it takes days and days for it to ripen and it
takes weeks and weeks for it to-mature.
“There are only a few scents that are good in a hurry. Orris is clean
and sweet smelling, ladylike and desirable always. And the ready-made per
fumes are always ready for use. But the woman who is going to carry
around with her a lot of garments, all beautifully and tastefully scented,
must manage in some other manner.
“I remember one case of artistic perfumery which I have always con
Bidered a success. In all her jackets there were pockets and in each pocket j
1 put a sachet bag. The bags were made of Japanese paper and were very I
tough. I had them folded and sewed just to fit the pockets and I filled each |
bag with an oriental perfume as heavy as I could procure. The coats were |
street coats and could stand a great deal of scent. If there were three pock
ets in the coat 1 put in three sachets; if there were four I put in four. Pos
itively each pocket had its own little fitted paper sachet lining.
"Next 1 tackied the dress skirts, which needed the sachet badly enough,
for they smelt cf tapes, braid, lining and all sorts of things. Many of them
had never been worn. As the young woman was slender, I made countless
little bags which I hung from narrow ribbons. These I made up as one would
make a shower bouquet. Some of the ribbons were long and some were short.
But I attached them all at the belt, line and sewed them fast.
‘ Biit the real secret of the perfumed atmosphere lies in one's locks and in
one's lingerie. And also in one's bath.
“There is a girl who takes a bath daily in a tub into which there has
been dropped one scented tablet. There ;s another girl who pours a cup of
home-made perfume in her tub before letting the hot water run into it. When
partly full she adds a handful of pine needles sewn in a bag and she stirs in
some orris powder, it makes a very sweet bath.
“I make a little scented cap for fastidious young women to wear. They
put it ou at night to scent the locks. It makes the hair deliciously sweet.
There should be enough scent in it to make the hair very fragrant. A cap
of this kind is made of taffeta, of the suggestion of the scent that is used.
In this way it is easy to remember the odor.
“1 advise my patrons to use a dozen scents. One is heavy and disagree
able. But where many are used the results are pretty sure to he good It
Is like stepping into a flower garden to enter a boudoir that has been per
fumed with different and harmonizing scents. Each is* faint, yet each is dis
tinct. It is like the Ruskin garden—just sweet enough to smell like a flower."
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Some of th2 Lat.st
Dicta es of Fashion.
Musquash is no mean imitation of
mink and it promises to be deservedly
popular among autumn furs.
For wear with these black and white
stoles are pretty marabou muffs, with
three tails, tipped with white, laid on
the top.
Old-fashioned bottle-green and puce
colored velvets are trimmed w ith mink
or sable for direetoire coats to be
worn with cloth skirts of the same
shade.
A pretty arrangement of the bridal
coiffure is to have a nest of little
curls right on top, encircled by a
wreath of orange blossoms, from
which the veil is draped.
Brown furs look exceptionally well
against brown or blue, although mink
shows off well against certain shades
of pink and soft green, white, cream,
and biscuit tints.
A short coat, much on the pony or
der. in beautiful mink skins, is in the
wardrobe of a bride-to-be. The stripes
jf the fur are so arranged as to form
a regular pattern and to this and also
to the appliques of embroidered vel
vet the jacket owes its novelty.
A very novel button is of black set
In silver and striped in silver bands,
studded with rhinestones. Another
nas a latticework of rhinestones.
These brilliant stones are more used
than ever, and are combined with oxi
dized silver, gilt mother-of-pearl and
amoked pearl in waving stripes, scrolls
and circles.
Muffs Decorated with Tails.
The new muffs that have been In
troduced are as large as the “gran
Frock for ChiltL
Hies” of last winter plus a waterfall
of most lengthy tails, which falls over
the muff from the front.
So long do the tails appear that the
fact that they are joined together is
very apparent, though there is no ob
vious proof of it. A sable mufT lined
with white fur will have brown and
white tails alternately upon it, with
the heads of the sable and the fox
at the top of each fail.
Worn in a carriage or locomobile,
the effect of this extraordinary muff
is striking, while for the promenade
it is not less so, though the weight
the tails add to it is not inconsider
able, and therefore somewhat of a de
terrent to the ease of the pedestrian.
Chapeaux for the Winter.
Just as the taste for picturesque
clothes has certainly been due great
ly to the influence of certain women
of taste of our own country—such as
the Duchess of Portland and Rutland
and Lady Chesterfield and Lady Wind
sor and others—so we are refusing to
obey the dictates of Paris as to the
dressing of our hair, says an Eng
lish fashion journal. The fearful and
wonderful heads ‘Running over with
curls like the lady's in the song are
not to be copied in London, and the
hair should in every case be only
suited to the wearer and the type of
hat most favored. As to the hats
for the winter they will fortunately
be larger and larger; I say fortu
nately, as that invariably' means more
becoming to the English face. Great
plumed beavers in lovely colorings
will be the favorites, the once adored
black hat being entirely in the back
ground.
The Decorative Button.
One of the pretty things of the year
is the wooden button. It comes in
many difTeernt styles of wood and
some are painted and some are na
tural. One debutante wears a gown
trimmed with wooden buttons in the
natural shade of wood, which in this
case is a pale tan. Set into the but
tons are tiny glistening bits of steel.
And this fashion of setting steel into
buttons is observable upon many of
the imported frocks.
Another gown is made of turquoise
blue, and trimmed with pale blue
enamel buttons, rimmed witu silver
and set with steel. These buttons are
very attractive and it can be stated
that they play a very important part
in the trimming cf the dress.
Add Chic Touch to Gown.
If you want a particularly new note
for an evening dress get a wide,
straight band of gold lace, put this on
as a belt, very bigh under the arms.
In back fasten the ends still higher
with two knots of ribbon.
The Bad Boy arid His Dad Arrive in
Cairo—At the Hotel They Meet
Some Egyptian Princesses — Dad
Bides a Camel to the Pyramids and
Meets with Difficulties.
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BY HON. GEORGE W. PECK.
(Ex-Governor of Wisconsin, Former Editor
of-Peck's Sun, Author of- “Pack's
Bad Boy,” etc.)
(Copyright, 1205. by Joseph B. Bowles.)
Cairo, Egypt.-<-My Dear Qld Irish
Vegetable: Gee, but you ought to see dad
and I right now, at a hotel, waiting for
• chance at a room, when a bride and
groom get ready to vacate it, and go
somewhere else. This hotel is full of
married people who look scared when
ever there is a new arrival, and I came
pretty near creating a panic by going
into the parlor of the hotel, where a
dozen couples were sitting around mak
ing goo-goo eyes at each other, and get
ting behind a screen and. in a disguised
voice, shouting, "I know all! Prepare
to defend yourself!”
The women turned pale and some said,
“At last! At last!” while others got
faint In the head, and some fell on the
bosoms of their husbands and said:
“Don't shoot!” You see, most of these
wives had husbands somewhere else,
that might be looking for them. I have
warned dad not to be seen conversing
with a woman, or he may be shot by a
husband who is on her trail, or by the
husband she has with her.
Well. sir. of all the trips we have had
anywhere, the trip from Constantinople j
here was the limit. For two or three j
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IT TAKES NINE BATHS TO GET DOWN
TO AMERICAN EPIDERMIS.
days we were cm dinky steamboats with
Arabs, Turks, negroes and all nationali
ties camping on deck, full of fleas, and
with cholera germs on them big enough
to pick like blueberries, and all of the
passengers were dirty and eat things
that would make a dog in America go
mad. The dog; biscuit that are fed to
American dogs would pass as a delicate
confection on the menu of any steam
boat we struck, and I had rather lie
down in a barn yard with a wet dog for
a pillow and a cast-off blanket from a
smallpox hospital for a bed, than to
occupy the bridal chamber of any steam
boat we struck.
And then the ride across the desert
by rail to reach Cairo was the worst in 1
the world. Passengers in rags, going to
Mecca, or some other place of worship,
eating cheese a thousand years old made
from old goat's milk, and dug from the
Pyramids too late to save it. was what j
surrounded us, and the sand storm blew
through the cars laden with germs of the '
plague, and stuck to us so tight you
couldn t get it off with sandpaper, and
when we got here all we have had to do
is to bathe the dirt off in layers.
It takes nine baths to get down to
American epidermis, and the last bath
has a jackplane to go with it. and a thing
they scale fish with. But we are all
right now. with rooms in the hotel, and
rested, and when w>e go home we are
going to be salted down and given
chloroform and shipped as mummies.
Dad insists that he will never cross a
desert or an ocean again, and I don’t
know what is to become of us. Anyway,
we are going to enjoy ourselves until we
are killed off.
The first two days we just looked
about Cairo, and saw the congress of na
j lions, for there is nothing just like this
town anywhere. There are people from
ill quarters of the globe, the most out
landish and the most up-to-date. This
place is an asylum for fakirs and rob
bers, a place where defaulters, bribers,
murderers, swindlers and elopers
are safe, as there seems to be
no extradition treaty that cannot
be overcome by paying money to the
officials. I found that out the first day,
and told dad we should have no stand
ing in the society of Egypt unless the
people thought he had committed some
gigantic crime and fled his country.
Dad wanted to know how it would
strike me if It was noised about the ho
tel that he had robbed a national bank,
but I told him there would be nothing
uncommon or noticeable about robbing
a bank, as half the tourists were bank
defaulters, so he would have to be ac
cused of something startling, so we de
cided that dad should be charged with
being the principal thing in the Stand
ard Oil company, and that he had under
ground pipe lines running under sev
eral states, gathering oil away from the
people who owned it, and that at the
present time he was worth a billion dol
lars. and his income was $9,900,000
every little while, and, by ginger, you
ought to see the people bow down to him.
Say, common bank robbers and default
ers just fell over themselves to get ac
quainted with dad. and to carry out the
joke, I put some kerosene oil on dad's
handkerchief, and that clinched it, for
everybody loves the smell of a perfume
that represents a billion dollars.
All the women wanted to dance with
dad in the hotel dance, and because they
thought I must be heir to all the oil
billions, they wanted to hold me on
their laps, and stroke my hair, as though
1 was it. I guess we are going to have
everything our own way here, and if
dad does n.ot get eloped with by some
Egyptian princess, I shall be mfstaken.
The Egyptians are pretty near being ne
groes, and wear bangles in their ears,
and earrings on their arms. You take
it in the dark/ and let a princess put
her arm around you, and sort of squeeze
you, and you can’t tell but what she is
white, only there is an odor about them
like “Araby the blessed,” but in the light
The question of in
dustrial education is of
interest equally to the
workman and merchant,
labor unionist and pro
fessional man. Modern
experience has demon
strated that without
highly skilled workmen,
industry cannot progress. Under our present system we are not turning
out such workmen. Take one of our strongest industries, the shoe trade,
as an example. A leading Boston merchant told me a few days since
that over 60 per cent, of the better grades of shoes sold in this city are
manufactured outside of the state. Inquiry among manufacturers shows
that the better grades are not made in Massachusetts because the work
men are not trained up to the task.
It is the same story in every line. We have been satisfied to drift
along, content when the returns showed that we were not going back
ward, and unmindful of the fact that our competitor states are doub
ling and trebling their business in our special lines. Let us take the
experience of Germany as our guide in this matter. A few years age
that nation was in exactly the same position that Massachusetts is to
day. England and the United States were crowding her to the wall,
commercially. To-day the Germans are pushing out for trade in every
part of the world; a formidable competitor in our strongest lines of pro
duction. They have done this by systematized work and by providing
for the working classes a complete, carefully graduated system of in
dustrial education, deliberately organized for the promotion of effi
ciency.
Every ambitious youth has the opportunity to be fortified with the
technical foundation which places a premium on competency and which
means independence to the individual and prosperity to the community.
With this, legislation is adjusted to hold the balance true between strict
and proper protection for the worker and promotion for industry, with
out the unnecessary iron-clad regula
tions which are the handicaps of work- f
man and employers alike, and have j
left our industries where they are j s*«—S
to-day. 1/
they are only negroes, a little bleached,
with red paint on their cheeks. If I was
going to marry an Egyptian woman, i
would take her to Norway, or up to
wards the north pole, where it is night
all day, and you wouldn’t realize that
you were married to a colored woman.
To be around among these Egyptians is
a good deal like having a pass behind
the scenes at the play of Ben Hur in New
York, only here the dark and dangerous
women are the real thing, instead of
being wdiite girls with black paint on.
We have just got back from the pyra
mids, and dad is being treated for spinal
meningitis, on account of riding a camel.
I never tried harder to get dad to go
anywhere on the cars than I did to get
him to go to the pyramids by rail, as a
millionaire should, but he said he was
joing to break a camel to the saddle,
and then buy him and take him home
for a side show. So we went down to
the camel garage, and hired a camel for
dad. and four camels for the arabs and
things he wanted for an escort, and a
jackass for me. There were automobiles
and carriages, and trolleys, and every
thing that we could have hired, and
been comfortable for the ten-mile ride,
but dad was mashed on the camel, and
he got it.
Well, sir. it was not one of these
world's fair camels that lay down for
you to get on. and then got up on the
installment plan, and chuck you for
ward and aft. but a proud Egyptian
camel that stands up straight and
makes you climb up on a stepladder.
Dad got along up the camel’s ribs,
when the stepladder fell, and he grabbed
hold of the hair on the two humps, and
the humps were loose and they lopped
over on the side, and it must have hurt
the camel's feelings to have his humps
pulled down, so he reached around his
head and took a mouthful out of the seat
of dad’s pants, and dad yelled to the
camel to let go. and the Arabs amputat
ed the camel from dad’s trousers, and
pushed dad up on top with a bamboo
pole with a crotch in it, and when dad
got settled between the humps he said,
“Let ’er go.” and we started.
Dad could have had a camel with a
platform on top. and an awning, but he
insisted on taking his camel raw, and
he sat there between those humps, his
trousers worked up towards his knees,
showing his red socks and blue drawers,
and his face got pale from sea sickness*
and the red. white and blue colors made
me think of a fourth of July at home.
We went out ot town like a wild west
show, and dad seemed happy, except
that every time an automobile went
whizzing along, dad’s camel got the
jumps and waltzed sideways, out into
the sandy desert, and chewed at dad’s
socks, so part of the time dad had to
draw up his legs and sit on one hump,
and put his shoes on the other hump.
The Arabs on the other camels would
ride up alongside and steer dad’s camel
back into the road, by sticking sharp
sticks into the camel, and the animal
would yawn and groan and make up
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LIKE A FKOG ON A POND LILY LEAF.
faces at me on my jackass, and finally
dad wanted to change works with me
and ride my jackass, but I told him we
had left the stepladder back at Cairo, so
dad hung to his mountainous steed, but
the dust blew so you couldn’t see, and it
was getting monotonous when the
queerest thing happened.
You have heard that camels can fill up
with water and go for a week without
asking for any more. Well, I guess the
week was up, and it was time to load the
camels with water, for as we came to
the Nile every last camel made a rush
for the river, and they went in like a
yoke of oxen on a stampede, and waded
in clear up to the humps, and began to
drink, and dad yelled for a life preserver
and pulled his feet up on top and sat
there like a frog on a pond lily leaf.
My jackass only stepped his feet in the
edge, and dad wanted me to swim my
jackass out to the camel, and let him
fall off onto the jack, but I knew dad
would sink my jack m a minute, and I
wouldn’t go in the river. Well, the
camels drank about an hour, with dad
sitting there meditating, and then the '■
dragomen got them out, and we started
off for the pyramids, which were in
plain sight like the pictures you have
seen, with paim trees along the Nile, and
Arabs camping on the bank, and it
looked as though everything was going
to be all right, when suddenly dad’s
camel stopped dead stiil and wouldn’t
STARTED ON A STAMPEDE.
move a foot, and all the rest of the cam
els stopped, closed their eyes and went
to sleep, and the Arabs went to sleep,
and dad and the jackass and I were ap
parently the only animals in Egypt that
were awake.
Dad kicked his camel in the ribs, but it
wouldn’t budge. He asked me if I
couldn’t think up some way to start the
procession, and I stopped my jackass
and thought a minute, and told dad I
had it. I had bought some giant fire
crackers and roman candles at Cairo,
with which I was going to fire a salute
on top of the biggest pyramid, to cele
brate for old America, and I told dad
what I had got, and I thought if I got
off my jackass and fired a salute there
in the desert it would wake them up.
Dad said ’’all right, let er go. but do it
sort of easy, at first, so not to overdo it,”
and I got my artillery ready. Say, you
can’t fire off fireworks easy, you got to
touch a match to ’em. and dodge, and
take your chances. Well, I scratched
a match and lit the giant, fire cracker,
and put it under the hind legs of dad’s
cainel, and when it got to fizzing I lit my
roman candle, and as the fire cracker ex
ploded like a 16-inch gun, my roman
candle began to spout balls of fire, and
l aimed one at each camel, and the
whole push started on a stampede lot
the pyramids, the camels groaning, the'
Arabs praying to Allah, dad yelling tc
stop ’er. and my jackass led the bunch
and I was left in the desert to pick uf
the hats.
I guess I will have to tell you the rest
of the tragedy in my next letter.
Yours with plenty of sand,
HENNERY.
CAMPING IN THE ROCKIES.
Delights of the Evening Around the
Fire Described by an
Enthusiast..
About dusk you straggle in with trout
or game. The campkeeper lays aside
his mending or his repairing or his note
book and stirs up the cooking fire. The
smell of broiling and frying and boiling
arises in the air. By the dancing flames
of the campfire you eat your third dinner
for the day—in the mountains all meals
are dinners, and formidable ones at that,
writes S. E. White, in “The Mountains.”
The curtain of blackness draws down
close. Through it shine stars, loom
mountains cold and mistlike in the
moon. You tell stories. You smoke
pipes. After a time the pleasant chill
creeps down from the eternal snows,
gome one throws another handful of
pine cones on the fire. Sleepily you pre
pare for bed. The pine cones flare up,
throwing their light in your eyes. You
turn over and wrap the soft woolen
blanket close about your chin. You
wink drowsily and at once you are
asleep.
Late in the night you awaken to find
your nose as cold as a dog’s. You open
one eye. A few coals mark where the
fire has been. The mist mountains have
drawn nearer, they seem to bend over
you In silent contemplation. The moon
is sailing high in the heavens. With a
sigh you draw the canvas trapauiin over
your head. Instantly it is morning.
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Americans are much Interested In
the struggle of English women for
suffrage, and their strenuous tactics
in attempting to force their demands
have won the admiration, if not the
indorsement, of their sisters across the
water. American women want the
franchise, that is, many do, and have
been for years carrying on an active
campaign to gain their point, but pic
ture the American woman storming,
the capitol building at Washington and
seeking by violence to gain the pres
ence of the members of congress.
But in England things are different
and when the women there want any
thing from parliament they go after
it in a different way from that by
which her American sisters would.
And it really begins to look as though
a few determined British woman suf
fragists are going to make parliament
give them what they want by means of
tactics which, if employed by men,
would have not the remotest chance
of success. The suffragists—Suffra
gettes they call them in England—are
making a deliberate and well-organ
lzed attempt to shame and scare par
liament into granting votes to women.
When the cabled accounts of the re
cent actions of the Suffragettes at the
entrance to the house of commons
reached this country it looked as
though ] arliament and the law courts
had to deal only with a handful of
rather violent cranks, but this view
must now be considerably modified.
According to the latest dispatches
some of the women who created a dis
orderly scene in the purlieus of par
liament and later, on refusing to give
bonds for good behavior, were sent to
Poiloway jail, are still in prison. There
if no occasion, however, for any great
amount of tears on their behalf. The
British government has ordered that
they be treated as “first-class misde
meanants,” which means that they
have ail the comforts of home, and
thatj all they suffer is the loss of lib
erty to go out when they want to.
The women who have been making
what some of the London newspapers
have called “disgraceful scenes” are
by no means mere cranks. Most of
them are of gentle birth, and a num
ber of them have attained prominence
in various avocations. One of the
women sent to jail is Mrs. Cobdeo
Sanderson, wife of the celebrated ar
tist-bookbinder and daughter of the
great Cobden, who, with her sisters, is
well known as a philanthropist. An
other is Mrs. Pethick-Lawrence, who
has done notable work on behalf of
poor girls in the slums of London. A
third is Mrs. How-Martyn, a bachelor
of science of London university, to
gain which degree one must pass an
examination the “stiffness' of which
is proverbial. Mrs. Montefiore, an
other of the women sent to prison, is
well known as a writer, while Miss
Billington is a school teacher, and Mrs.
Baldock is a member -f the board of
guardians and has become celebrated
for her efforts on behalf of the poor.
Mrs. Pankhurst, who, if not the lead
er of the movement, has become per
haps its most prominent exponent,
has served for several years as a mem
ber of the board of guardians of Man
chester. Miss Irene Miller is a daugh- 1
ter of Mrs. Florence Fenwick Miller,
the well-known journalist speaker and j
author. The mention of Mrs. Miller :
serves to recall the fact thatalthough j
the suffragettes are having quite an !
easy time of it in jail, they were not
at first treated as first-class misde
meanants, and the news that they
were being subjected to the same in
dignities as ordinary prisoners drew
forth various bitter protests in let
ters to the London papers. Harrow
ing accounts of what they had to en
dure were printed, and many were the
epithets applied to the government
for its “cruelty” and “heartlessness."
Naturally conservative Englishmen
are horrified at the “exhibition” the
suffragettes have been making of
themselves. The Times was particu
larly severe in its comments. It spoke
of the “unseemly and disgraceful
scene” at the house of commons, of
thev “outrageous conduct” of the wom
en, and of their “pathetic confidence in
the mystical powers of a banner.”
The Times added that the whole affair
was “excessively vulgar and silly,”
and that it offered “a very good object
lesson upon the unfitness of women tc
enter political life.” Hysteria, it add
ed, claimed even these gently born
women for its own just as if they were
of the rudest and most ignorant class.
And then ft spoke of the “essential
disabilities imposed by the feminine
organization” and the "utter debase
ment of political life that would be
involved in yielding to the clamor of
such a mob.”
But the Times got as good as it gave.
Champions of woman suffrage, not
women, but well-known men. appeared
in the lists of its correspondence col
umn and soundly rapped it for its at
tack. George Meredith, writing in the
cryptic Meredith style, was under
stood to say that such scenes as had
been witnessed at the house of com
mons were very dreadful, but that it
was the only way of making the not
very-much-alive John Bull do any
thing.
Among the supporters of the suffra
gettes is W. T. Stead, who at an indig
nation meeting held in Westminster
after the suffragists were sent to jail,
declared that in his opinion the wom
en “were certain of victory and that
“the more miserable the home secre
tary and the government feel the bet
ter.”
Naturally, the humors of the situa
tion appeal to a large proportion of the
British public, especially as the; suf-.
fragettss have unconsciously injected
a large amount of humor in the pro
ceedings, thereby proving again the
truth of the old principle that the more
earnest one is the more likely is one
to commit some absurdity. One wom
an speaker at a suffragists’ meeting
declared that it was time to "put one's)
foot down with a loud voice," while1
another said that there was going to
be “the most terrible and determined
struggle that the world has ever seen."
But, all the same, as even the ene
mies of woman suffrage admit, the
suffragettes have done more in the
last few weeks to obtain victory for
their cause than the old-fashioned suf
fragists succeeded in accomplishing in
many years.
PRESS AGENT AT HIS BEST.
Sample of the Work Which the Mod
ern Boomer Has to Perform.
Lillian Vera Smithereen, in the
chorus of the “Boulevardier Bur
lesquers” at the Magniflque theater,
is the only woman proprietor of a
unicorn farm in the world.
Before Miss Smithereen ever
thought of going before the foo.lights
she had built up a great institution
for the propagation of unicorns, which
is the only institution of its kind ever
organized.
“I was led to invest in this peculiar
enterprise," said Miss Smithereen. in
her dressing room, “through a chance
remark of my old friend and school
mate King Edward. The emperor of
Abyssinia had just presented the king
with a magnificent lion and Edward
remarked in my presence that if he
only had a unicorn to go with it he.
would have a fine living emblem of
the British nation.
“ ‘Let me supply the missing mem
ber of the happy family,’ I said, for I
happened to have a pet unicorn which
I had raised on my estates in Aus
tralia.
“The king readily assented and I.
gave him the unicorn. The two ani
mals made a great hit at Buckingham
palace and there was immediately a
demand among the nobility for pet
unicorns. 1 thereupon turned my es
tates over to the business of breed
ing unicorns and I now produce more
than 1,000 annually. The demand
keeps up because of the fact that the
lion eats the unicorn on an average
of every seventeen days and the uni
corn has to be ‘renewed.’ A unicorn
brings on the market from $2,000 to
$8,000, according to the specimen. So
you see the business is a profitable
one.”
Miss Smithereen has adopted the
stage as a career purely through
choice, the $15 a week which she re
ceives as a chorus girl being a mere
bagatelle, as it were and so to speak.
—Kansas City Times.
First Steam Ferry.
The great ferryboats that now ply
between cities on tidewater rivers
owe their origin to a little vesssel
constructed by John Stevens, the fa
mous engineer and inventor. To the
same man is due the honor of devis
ing and starting the first steam ferry
in the world.
Seeing John Fitch's imperfect steam
boat at New York in 1787, Stevens at
once became interested in the subject
of navigation by steam power, and for
nearly 30 years he conducted experi
ments. Convinced that he had solved
the problem, he petitioned the New
York legislature for the exclusive nav- j
igation of the waters of that state, but
the privilege was refused. In 1807,
with his brother Robert, Stevens built
the paddle-wheel steamboat Phoenix, |
which was put in successftu operation
rnly a few days after Fulton’s Cler- j
mont. The Phoenix was shut out of!
New York waters by the monopoly |
of Fulton and Livingston, but was j
operated for six years on the Dela
ware river, to reach which the Phoe
nix steamed around New York, and i
was thus the first steamship to navi
gate the ocean successfully.
Stevens next turned his attention to
the subject of steam ferries, and on
October 11, 1811, he established the
first steam ferry known to man, the
boat he had constructed for the' pur
pose opening up on that date a regu
lar service between New York city
and Hoboken, N. J.
Where Snow Is Sold.
In some parts of Asia Minor snow is
obtained in the mountains and packed
tightly in a conical pit whicli is cov
ered with straw and leaves. At the
bottom of the pit a well is dug, with a
drain to carry off the water fcrmed by
the melting snow. The snow is deliv
ered to customers in near-by cities at
the price of ten to 25 cents for 100
pounds.
Wily Ruse of Lion.
When hyenas plague lions by stea’
ing pieces of the prey, the lion will
throw chunks of meat toward them
at shorter and shorter distances, until
they get within reach of its paws and
are finished by a blow.