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Mr. Crane was recently elected to succeed himself as United States sen
ator from the state of Massachusetts. He stands high in the councils of his
party and is often called upon by the president as adviser in matters of state.
A MODEL CHILD VILLAGE.
PROVIDED FOR BY WILL OF AN
ECCENTRIC MILLIONAIRE.
Aim of Seybert Institution Will Be to
Train Poor Young and Develop
Them—Is First of Kind in
the World.
Philadelphia.—The Seybert institu
tion for poor children, with a $1,500,
000 fund just available under the will
of Henry Seybert, who died in 1883,
will go into the business of relieving
poor children at the rate of 1,000 a
year, first by an arrangement with the
Children's Aid society to open a chil
dren’s bureau at 1506 Arch street on
February 15; next by creating a model
village, unlike anything on earth, on
a 300-acre farm at Meadowbrook, with
cottages for 300 poor children and
school-training facilities; next by set
ting up a training school for child
savers.
Other branches of child-saving work
will be developed in the future as need
arises under the Seybert institution,
created by the bachelor benefactor in
honor of his father and mother, Adam
and Maria Sarah Seybert. The full
text of the announcements has been
handed out by the trustees of the Sey
bert institution, all well-known citi
zens of Philadelphia.
The children’s bureau, a clearing
house in its way, begins business
February 15 by going to the relief of
the juvenile court. It offered by a let
ter to Judge Bregy to “provide for
destitute and neglected children and
those whose delinquencies, if any, are
not sufficiently serious to require com
mitment to the house of refuge.”
The Children's Aid society, now hav
ing 1,100 children under its care, is to
work side by side in the same office
building and all the agencies are to
be invited to participate in harmon
izing and developing the work of child
saving and child training, child em
ployment and child legislation.
The Seybert institution offers for
poor girls the nearest approach to
what Girard college is for orphan
boys.
Its model village for 300 will be the
first of its kind in the world. The aim
is that the life of the children shall be
as near as possible like that of a nor
mal child in a family home in a small
community. Engineers s.nd architects
are at work on the plans for Meadow
brook farm on the Reading railroad 13
miles north of Philadelphia to create
there the model child city, a little New
Jerusalem for the boys and girls res
cued from slums.
Sevbert was a chemist and a son
of a distinguished chemist, led a sin
gle. romantic, eccentric life, studied
and traveled abroad, lived three years
in Paris, left a bequest, to the uni
versity for investigation of spiritual
ism and gave the city the bell and
clock which rings and marks the
hours in the belfry of Independence
hall.
Bible in New Language.
London.—A polyglot printing house
here which published the Lord’s pray
er in 400 languages has been asked
by a missionary in central Africa to
print the grammar of a new language
he has discovered. The missionary
had to draw and send sketches of the
letters. The grammar is on the Oden
dorf system and the missionary in
tends to teach the natives of the jun
gle to read and write.
Briar Wood Pipe Material.
Increasing American Purchases of the
Italian Supply.
Washington.—Complying with the
request of a Kentucky firm as to the
manner of getting out briar wood
blocks iu ftaly. Consul James A. Smith,
of Leghorn, submits the following in- |
formation:
“The larger part of the Italian briar
wood is found aiong the Mediterrane
an coast, extending from Savona on
the north to Calabria on the south;
the Ligurian Riviera. Tuscany, Um
bria, the Roman provinces, the three
provinces of Calabria, as well as the
islands of Corsica and Sardinia fur
nishing an abundant supply. The work
of excavating the root of the briar
wood tree is carried on from October
, until the end of May. A kind of grub
bing spade with one sharp edge for
cutting away the large billet or heart
of the root (the valuable part) from
the surrounding small roots is used in
this work. The billet is known as the
ciocco. After being thoroughly cleaned
and trimmed, it is brought to the mill
and by means of circular saws cut in
to small blocks corresponding rough
ly to the shape of a pipe bowl and
stem. These blocks are of various
sizes, depending upon the dimension
and shape of the ciocco. Afterward
they are immersed iu boiling water for
a period of about 12 hours and then
thoroughly dried.
“This process completed, they are
sorted, (the imperfect pieces being
thrown aside), placed In large jute
bags, and are then ready for ship
ment. The waste pieces unsuitable for
pipes are sold for firewood, being an
excellent material for this purpose.
Exportations of briar wood from this
district to the United States have
shown a decided increase during the
past few years. In 1905, 11,904 bales
were shipped, with a value of over
$100,000, while during the first nine
months of 1906 nearly 16,000 bales,
with a value of over $125,000, were ex
ported from Leghorn.
Always in Season.
“There is something wonderful
about the prune,” remarked the thin
boarder.
“And that is?” said the lady at
the head of the etable.
“It seems to be always seasonable!”
—Yonkers Statesman.
To Chloroform Bachelors.
Boston. — Unmarried women of
Wakefield, Mass., have petitioned the
legislature asking for a law taxing all
bachelors up to 40 years old and an
application of chloroform after that
age.
Gen. Fred Grant's Aid In Want.
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Charles Miller, an Old Indian Scout,
Robbed of Last Cent.
Lawton, Okla.—One of the most in
timate .frlc'ds in the United States
army that Gen. Henry Lawton ever
had and one of the most trusted men
on detail that Gen. Frederick Grant
was ever associated with is practically
a beggar to-day, being a laborer on a
railroad Job at odd times. His name
ig Charles Miller, and toe was knocked
down on a street of this city the other
day by a ruffian and robbed of $2.40,
the last money he had on earth.
More than 30 years ago Miller en
listed in the United States cavalry
back in Massachusetts. He was sent
west with the Fourth cavalry, in
which Henry Lawton and Frederick
Grant were first lieutenants. Lawton
was quartermaster in the garrison of
a western post to which they went
. and Grant was lieutenant in Miller’s
company. The three fought together
in many ft skirmish and in a few bat
ties with the Sioux Indians on the Big
Horn.
Miller came back here recently just
to see how Fort Sill looked since the
Indians have become civilized and
white people have populated the coun
try. Here he sees many objects to re
mind him of associations with illus
trious men and here, amid such mem
ories. he hopes to spend his declining
years.
Blindness Among Arabs.
At a meeting of the Academy of
Medicine, held on December 4, 1906,
M. Chauvel read a paper communicat
ed by M. Bolgey dealing with the sub
ject of blindness among Arabs. The
observations therein described showed
that the principal causes of blindness
among Arabs were, in order of their
importance, uncleanHuess, flies, dif
fused clare of the sun, dust containing
sandy particles and the excessive use
of koheul (sulphide of antimony).
LOCATE IOWA METEOR
LONG LOST ROCK FINALLY
FOUND IN VIENNA.
Fell Near Esterville in 1875 and Has
Been Sought by George Barber
for Years — Brought High
Price from Purchasers.
Esterville, la.—After a lapse of 32
years, the famous “Barber” meteor,
for which George Barber, of this place,
had searched for years, has been
found in a Vienna museum, carefully
labeled that all visitors may know
that it is one of Iowa’s products and
fell near Esterville in June, 1875.
Fearing the Barber brothers, who
dug up the great meteor, would be
able to recover the largest "piece of
the precious rock, it was quickly
passed from one person to another,
as soon as it was shipped east, until
its whereabouts soon became a mat
ter of mystery.
Inspired with a desire to secure the
meteor for the Iowa Historical so
ciety or for the state university, many
have attempted to locate the- missing
rock, but search for it has been fruit
less. George Barber has followed the
meteor almost around the world, and
Iowans have searched the museums
of England and of Rome, expecting to
see it among the spoils of time, but
it has been left to Thomas R. Wallace,
a former Iowan, to discover the rock
which put Esterville on the map in
one of the great museums of Vienna.
Thomas R. Wallace, who has noti
fied George Barber of finding the me
teor in Vienna, is one of the men who
saw it fall, on the farm of the Seven
Lee farm, two miles north of here,
about one o’clock in the afternoon
of June 28, 1875. Charles and George
Barber dug it out of the ground some
14 feet deep. The largest piece, which
is now in Vienna, weighed 132 pounds.
The smaller pieces weighed together
400 pounds, making a total weight of
532 pounds.
At tne time ot me great pnenome
non the land on which the rock fell
bad been sold to a Mr. Lee, and only
a small amount paid down. The Bar
ber boys were given permission by
him to dig out the meteor, but the
former owners brought suit against
the Barbers and the Emmet county
clerk refused to accept signers to a
$500 bond offered by the Barber boys
under replevin proceedings, after the
land owners had secured possession
of the rock.
While the boys were trying to re
gain possession of the meteor, the par
ties loaded it into a wagon and hauled
it overland to Keokuk, where it was
sold to eastern parties, and resold to
other parties for $58,000. It was sold
a year or two later to an English com
pany for $100,000. Small pieces
which the Barber boys secured have
been sold for $500 each, but Iowans
have always wanted to secure posses
sion of the big piece, which now rests
among the marble and bronze statues
of Vienna.
Within a short time the scientific
world learned of the meteor. The
Barber brothers were offered $50,000
for the big piece, and. believing that
it could be secured, efforts have been
made from time to time to get it back
on Hawkeye soil. The Barbers lost
$10,000 because the county clerk re
fused to accept a man worth $25,000
on a bond for $500.
HEART-SHAPED BRIDAL COACH.
Gorgeous Equipage Designed to Boom
Wedding Business.
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Pittston, Pa.—A bridal coach, de
signed to boom matrimony and do
away with the custom of decorating
ordinary hacks with white ribbons,
has just been completed here at a
cost of $1,800. The coach, which is
designed In the shape of a heart, is
painted maroon and black with gold
trimmings, the lines arranged to form
hearts everywhere possible. There
are 20 hearts in all on the vehicle, in
cluding eight heart-shaped windows.
Two large hearts join to form the
dashboard and two more crop out at
the rear springs.
The lamps, which have electric
lights inside, are each surmounted by
a Cupid, with his bow and arrow, clad
in the happiest smiles. The coach is
upholstered in cream-colored velour
and old gold trimming, with two sets
of watered silk curtains overhead and
a cluster of calla lilies in the hearts
of which are concealed red, white and
blue electric lights.
The carriage equipment likewise in
cludes a speaking tube and electric
bell to connect with the driver. The
carriage took seven months to build.
It is to be hauled by four cream-col
ored horses.
Sues Railroad 2,140 Times.
Appleton, Wls.—Henry Miller, a
farmer, has begun 2,140 suits against
the Chicago & Northwestern Railway
company for $21,400, or ten dollars foi*
each locomotive that has crossed his
farm since he advised the railroad
company to construct a culvert and
crossing. The complaints in these
cases fill about GOO type-written pages
Reserve Force.
Every life has its secret well of
hidden strength—a mother’s benedic
tion. some consecration of early youtli,
some habit, some attachment, some
form of words which may sound weak
and trifling to others, but are an an
chor to higher living. These should be
treasured in the heart as a safeguard
against the temptations which press
on every side, and, if allowed to tri
umph, will rob the life of its deepest
and truest meaning.
Deaths Under Chloroform.
An English physician points out
that doctors are sometimes blamed for
the death of patients under chloro<
form, when the catastrophe is due en
tirely to the parents or friends, who
ignore the strict orders not- to give
any food before the operaton, and by
administering milk, eggs, an orange,
or chocolates, to “fortify him for the
operation,” bring on fatal complica
tions.
Italy’s State Lottery.
Rome.—Italy’s state lottery took in
$17,000,000 in a year and gave back
in prizes $9,000,000. Much of the
money came from the poorest people
I SUGAR ON HER SOUL j
j By GRACE SALINGER j
(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
Aggie May had committed a terrible
crime, and now she was reaping the
harvest. She knew it, because her
mother had told her so, and whoever
heard of a mother telling a lie? If
only Aunt Mag had said it she thought
there might have been a mistake, but
her mother—never!
And how she had said it! Aggie
May’s sobs gained new force as she
recalled her mother's cold face when
she had said: "Aggie May, what have
you been doing?"
And Aggie May could feel again the
sickening horror of detection. She
surreptitiously put forth a small red
tongue, which swiftly made the cir
cle about two rosy lips to gather in
all telltale crumbs. And then, secure
in her belief that she had well cov
ered her tracks, she had answered,
unblushingly: “Nothing.”
Aggie May's tongue was short, and
sugar had such an unpleasant way
of sticking to fat baby hands and fat
baby faces.
Aggie May's mamma's face grew
harder still as she uttered these
awful words: “Aggie May, you will
never go to heaven. You are no
child of mine. You have violated
every one of the Lord’s command
ments. He has told you not to
steal, yet you have done it; he has
said you must not lie. yet you are
doing it. Do you think he is going
to forgive you? No! He has pun
ished you already. Come here."
In fear and trembling awe Aggie
May stepped to her mother's side.
Mrs. Sangster deliberately traced the
outline of a word on the child's
brow.
“Listen,” she said, “this is w’hat is
written there. S-u-g-a-r. That spells
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Where Was She?
‘sugar.’ Aggie May, you have been
stealing sugar.”
Then her mother’s voice continued:
“All your life you will have that
word written on your forehead. And
as you grow older it will probably
deepen,” she added, sadly. Certainly
Aggie May’s mother realized the fear
ful extent of the calamity. Then she
turned and cruelly left the room.
Aggie May stood in a dazed stupor
for a moment, then she hastily climb
ed on a chair to look into the glass.
It was at this juncture that Aunt
Mag came in, and unconsciously set
tled everything. She found Aggie May
with a very sugary mouth and tearful
eyes before the mirror. In a minute
her own keen eyes had grasped the sit
uation.
"Aunt Mag,” said Aggie May. “what
do you see on. my forehead?”
Aunt Mag looked straight at Aggie
May’s mouth, and then she said:
"Sugar.”
Aggie May’s ^yes grew dark with
horror. “Is it written in very big and
black letters?” she asked.
“Very big and black,” answered her
aunt.
“Don’t you fink it will ever come
off?” queried Aggie May, anxiously.
“I should say not,” answered her
aunt, “it’s so black.”
“Oh, Aunt Mag,” she pleaded, tear
fully, “the dirt on my finger corned off
when I washed it yesterday. Don't
you reckon I can wash this oif?”
“I don't know,” said Aunt Mag,
thoughtfully. “This is not your finger,
you know; it’s your soul.”
“But you said it was my forehead,”
said Aggie May, with a gleam of
hope.
“it shines through, answered her
Aunt Mag. “If you want to rub it
off you’ll have to wash your soul.”
Aggie May turned her small face to
ward the open door. Here was a
problem. She must think. Where was
her soul ?
Beneath the apple tree Aggie May
gave way to the full horror of her mis
ery and despair. How could she reach
her soul? Her hands moved restless
ly over her chubby body. Where was
her soul? She had certainly heard it
mentioned before, but no one had ever
located it exactly. It couldn’t be in
her stomach, she knew that, because
hadn’t Aunt Mag said the blackness
shone through on her forehead? Cer
tainly! Of course! How stupid she
was! It was in her head, underneath
her hair. But how was she to get
at it?
Again the complication of circum
stances appalled her. Clearly the first
thing to do, however, was to cut off
her hair. After that she might
scratch a little hole right back of the
forehead and get it out. The opera
tion sounded painful, and at heart Ag
gie May was a coward. She decided
that to crop the golden treBses might
be efficacious. After that she would
go down and hold her head in the
brook all day. Maybe the water would
soak in. She started back to the
house. Obviously the first thing to do
was to get a pair of scissors and some
soap.
Aggie May crept softly into her
mother’s room. It wa3 empty, with
her work-basket lying just within Ag
gie May’s reach. She turned back
to the orchard triumphantly. By night
her soul should be clean.
, Through the orchard, over the
meadow, into the cool darkness of the
woods, Aggie May sped. The brook
was deep In the heart of the forest,
and she had never been there alone
before, but she knew’ the way. Un
der the dim aisles of quiet trees the
child ran swiftly, now one direc
tion, now another, until in a maze of
bark and trunk she stood, a great fear
arising in her heart. Where was
she? But she w'ent on determinedly.
The brook must be found.
Mrs. Sangster stood at the door,
shading her eyes with her hand. “What
can make the child so late?" she said.
Her sister glanced up from her
work. “Perhaps she has gone to meet
her father," she suggested.
But the mother caught sight of a
figure moving across the meadow.
“No,” she said; "there comes Abe
alone. Mag, something has happened
to Aggie May.”
She started down the path, and her
sister rose, and reluctantly followed.
“I last saw’ her under the apple tree
about three, I should say,” answered
Mag.
The three hurried to the spot, half
expecting to find her at play. It was
Aggie May’s favorite spot to play, to
think or to pout. All the great crises
of her life had been enacted here:
But her swing hung limp and motion
less.
Mr. Sangster turned to go, but his
wife suddenly called him back w'ith a
piercing cry.
“Look!” she said. At her feet lay
a heap of golden curls, and beside
them, thrown upon the ground, lay a
pair of scissors—her scissors.
"Indians,” gasped Mag, turning
white.
“Gipsies," ventured the mother. “Oh,
Aggie May, Aggie May, where are
you?” she called, wildly.
Mr. Sangster said nothing. He
stooped and gathered up the handful
of golden hair, and crammed it in his
pocket.
Then he crossed the meadow. In the
open space it was still broad daylight
but in the forest beyond the shadows
were alw’ays black.
Meanwhile Aggie May’s little feet’
sped fast and faster. The shadows
thickened. How thickly they fell
amid the dense growth of the forest.
Ghosts and goblins loomed fantas
tically behind each tree. A sharp
crackling sound overhead made her
crouch and hold her breath in terror.
It was a dead branch falling at her
feet. With a nameless fear that
choVed her. she hastened on.
Suddenly the trees became less
dense, and the light grew brighter, as
she neared the open space. She stood
in wonder. It was not the fairies
after all. She had reached the brook.
She knelt down beside it. She took
from her pocket the soap, and rubbed
it carefully on the spot just behind
her forehead. Her mamma would be
glad to see her without that black
word on her brow. The little shorn
head bent low over the swiftly mov
ing stream, and she caught the reflec
tion of earth and sky in its dancing
ripples. Suddenly she reeled, the
earth slipped away, she felt the cold
water grip her, and then with a cry
she plunged head foremost into the
current. ,
home instinct or motherhood guided
Mrs. Sangster’s footsteps. The sound
of Aggie May's voice reached her faint
ly at first, then louder, until it re
sounded through the stillness in fran
tic echoes. Following the sound, she
plunged ahead, and arrived just in
time to see a small hand flung out
wildly from the middle of the brook,
then sped onward.
It was not a heroic task to step in
and rescue the fallen child. Mr.
Sangster waded to the middle of the
stream, and in a moment Aggie May
was in her mother’s arms.
Behind them, in the forest, lights
were gleaming like fireflies, and the
arched dome of the forest rang with
shouts of Aggie May’s name. She lay
very white and scared, while the
water trickled down in little rivulets
from her limp arms and legs. Aggie
May flung a dripping arm about her
mother’s neck. “It was very cold,”
she said, nestling closed in the pro
tecting arms, “and the water getted
in my froat, but I fink it must have
corned off. They ain't no sugar on my
soul now, is they, mamma?”
And Mrs. Sangster, with choking
voice, answered: “No, dear; your soul
is very white now.”
Aggie May clapped her hands joy
ously. “I knowed It,” she said. Then
a quick shadow passed over her face.
“It must ’a’ been the soap, though,"
she said, “ ’cause I wasn’t in the brook
very long.”
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Engaged.
“I have here,” began the applicant,
"a letter of recommendation from my
minister.”
“Sorry,” interrupted the merchant,
“but I’m afraid—”
“Pardon me,” put in the applicant,
hastily, “but the minister writes that
I am so worldly he utterly disap
proves—”
' ‘‘Hang up your hat and coat.”
Handicapped.
“Have the Eskimos adopted any of
the ways of civilization yet?” asked
the young man with the plastered
hair.
“Exceedingly few,” said the arctic
explorer. "Think how costly it would
be, for instance, to put on a full dress
suit up there and wear it to tatters in
one evening.”—Chicago Tribune.
Might as Well Be.
Greening—What! You don’t mean
to say that Cubebs is an advertising
doctor?
Browning—Well, he doesn’t adver
tise in the papers, but he is always
telling how he cured people after all
the other doctors had given them up
—Chicago Daily News.
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LEADER OF ENGLISH “SUFFRAGETTES”
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Mrs. B. Borrmann Wells, most prominent of the women of England who
are demanding equal electoral rights with men, is at present visiting in New
York.
SWALLOW’S FLIGHT IS RAPID. '
Speed of 128 Miles An Hour Determin
ed in an Experiment.
The French scientific weekly, Cie! et
Terre, prints an interesting article
about the speed of several birds, as ob
served by August Vershcurin of Ant- i
werp. The rapidity of flight credited
to the swallow (290 feet a second)
seemed exaggerated to him and he un
dertook some experiments on his own
hook.
He sent several baskets of pigeons
to C’ompeigne, France, and in a sepa
rate cage a swallow which had its
nest under the gable roof of the rail
road station at Antwerp. On Novem
ber 7, at 7:30 in the morning, all the
birds were liberated at Compeigne;
the swallow took a northern direction
as quick as lightning, while the pig
eons made several spirals in the air
before they started in the same direc
tion. The swallow arrived at its nest
in Antwerp at 8:23, a number of wit
nesses being present at its arrival. i
The first pigeons only arrived at ,
their destination at 11:30 of the same j
morning. The swallow had, therefore, |
covered the entire distance of 146)4 |
miles in one hour and IS minutes, j
TONIC IN A SUN BATH.
In Most Cases Better Than Any Medi
cine Taken Internally.
Some one called the sun God’3 anti
septic and sterilizer, and certain it is
that not half the people on the earth
realize how large a part sunshine can
play in cleansing, purifying and mak
ing whole.
No one can overestimate the value
of a sun bath, and each year you see
an increased number of children,
wrapped up from the cold and com
fortably tucked into the perambula
tors, on the sunny end of the piazza,
getting the benefit of this greatest of
nature’s tonics.
Sun baths that are taken as a rem
edy for rheumatism, or to ward
against sleeplessness, have better ef
fect if they are followed by a wrarm
sponge. If they are taken for any
skin disease (and in such troubles
they are exceedingly valuable), they
should be followed by a warm bath.
Even when there is no special dis
ease to fight, but jnst a sense of lan
guor and fatigue, and a run-down ner
rous system, the sun bath will do good
work—better than medicine.—Boston
Herald.
DISTRIBUTION OF RECENT EARTHQUAKES
Stars on map show location of earthquakes which have done such ter
rible damage within the last few weeks.
which is equal to a speed of 128 Vt
miles an hour, or about 189 feet a sec- I
and, which is about double the speed
of an express train.
The pigeons only reached a speed of
35 miles an hour, or 48 feet a second.
It may be gathered from these figures
how rapidly the migrations of the
swallows take place, as with the speed
given above it would require only half
a day to fly from Belgium or Central
Germany to northern Africa.
Revival of the Stock.
The early Victorian dandy has re
appeared in Piccadilly, London, herald
ing a revival of the stock as the fash
ionable neckwear for men.
Walking down the classic avenue,
a rising young author, tall and of dis
tinguished appearance, attracted at
tention by wearing a faithful repro
duction of the stock of the 1830 period.
He was otherwise faultlessly dressed
in the style of 1906-7.
To be a strict devotee of the new
cult the modern dandy must wear a
stock of black English silk, wrapped
round the front of the throat, fastened
at the back and tied under the chin
in a large bow. The correct collar to
be worn with the stock is a new style,
cut low at the back and showing
rounded points ia front a quarter of
an inch above the stock.
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Business Women of a Maine Town.
If Norway ever should have a mayor
the chances are ten to one a woman
would hold the office. This Oxford
county village of 1,500 inhabitants has
more than a score of women managing
progressive lines of business. The
town physician is a woman. A woman
is justice of the peace. A woman
manages a dry goods store. Another
is photographer, a fifth is bank cash
ier, a sixth is an undertaker, and still
a seventh is an insurance agent. Un
til her recent resignation Rev. Caro
NEW IDEA FOR INVENTORS.
Something the World Needs and
Would Pay Well For.
“Inventors would get untold gobs os
free advertising if they would give t(
their inventions names rymping with
some one or other of our 5,000 rhyme
less words,” an editor said.
“Take the word ‘silver.’ It has ac
rhyme. It is a stumbling block to ev
ery poet. The poet uses it at a line’s
end and then has to destroy the line
because there is no rhyme for it. Sup
pose, as he sought frantically, an in
vention called the ‘dilver’ appeared.
Then, in order not to lose his line,
the poet would drag in the new inven
tion, thus giving it an ‘ad’ worth $5 to
$10, an ad like this:
“ ‘The moonlit sea, a sea of silver.
As perfect as a perfect dilver.’
“Do you catch the idea? Yet our in
ventors exercise their best talent, call
a new aeroplane a ‘woif to rhyme
with ’coif,’ a.new soundless typewriter
a ‘gorange' to rhyme with ‘orange,” a
home ice-making machine a ‘kulf’ to
rhyme with gulf,' and so on.”
True Chivalry.
Knicker^-Does he carry things for
his wife?
Bocker—Everything but the point.
^“Trmnnnnnnnnnnnoonnnni luu
line E. Angell was, for 18 years, pas
tor of the Univeisalist Church of Nor
way. Mrs. P. W. Sanborn i3 responsi
ble for the appearance of the Norway
Advertiser, the local weekly. This by
no means completes the list of the
successful business women of Norway.
—Lewiston Journal.
He’s Dead.
“What has become of the man who
used to write plausible articles on
‘How to Live on Thirty Cents a Day?’ “
asks an exchange. Dead, most likely.
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