—-S^TLNSOUT
TO.CELLBRATt
-1
HE
HIS LARGEST CRACKER
e ice experieure ui
years is repeated the an
nual celebration of the
signing of the Decla
ration of Independence
this year will cost 200
lives. No more serious
results, as far as casual
ties are concerned, could
be expected from a considerable bat
tle. For though the number of dead
will be relatively small, the list of
wounded will be very large. Probably
20,000 or more will be seriously hurt
in one way or another by explosives.
Of these more than 100 will lose one
or both legs. Nearly 100 boys will
receive injuries in the right hand from
toy pistols, from which they will die
in a lingering and painful manner from
lockjaw.
In the palm of the human hand
there is a plexus, or network of nerves.
When a toy pistol explodes, or shoots
backward, as it is always liable to do.
the wound inflicted is usually in the
palm; there is laceration of the net
work of nerves aforesaid, and lockjaw
Is likely to follow.
The estimate of 20.000 wounded
does not include the slight-hurt, who
will make a much longer list. But
taking the figures given, and leaving
out of consideration all destruction of
property by fire. It would seem that
the nation's bill for its Fourth of July
celebration is a pretty heavy one.
The property loss by fires due to
careless use of explosives, will amount
to at least $500,000. Possibly it may
run up into the millions, but the es
timate here given represents merely
an average Fourth of July. People
will throw firecrackers into places
where they are likely to start confla
gration. and skyrockets, which excite
such enthusiasm when they go up.
have a deplorable way of coming down
upon roofs and making mischief.
Then, too, many of the modern kind
of fireworks, such as the bombs, which
rise 1,000 feet in the air and explode,
liberating beautiful showers of vari
colored stars, contain considerable
quantities of high explosives, and are
proportionately dangerous. Only last
Fourth of July, it will be remembered,
many people were killed and wounded
by the accidental setting off of a quan
tity of such bombs which had been
put in readiness for a fireworks ex
hibition.
Some, probably a dozen, shops that
contain large stocks of fireworks will
be destroyed by the accidental setting
off of the combustibles, incidentally
endangering much property in their
neighborhood. Few finer and more
striking exhibitions in the fireworks
line are given on the glorious Fourth
than are furnished by such impromptu
displays, but they cost a great deal
of money.
If grown people are satisfied to risk
life and limb in playing with the high
explosives contained in many kinds of
fireworks, it is nobody’s business but
theirs. Unfortunately, some of the in
struments of celebration placed in the
hands of children are loaded with small
quantities of similar deadly materials.
Naturally, the little ones like best the
torpedoes which make the loudest
noise, and those are the ones that con
tain fulminate of mercury (an exceed
ingly dangerous substance) and some
times even dynamite.
Just why the police do not take the
necessary pains to suppress the sale of
such torpedoes nobody can say. To of
fer them for sale is against the law,
but ordinarily the regulation is not en
forced, and little Bobby or Johnny
walks innocently about the streets on
the Fourth of July with enough dyna
mite in his jacket pocket to injure him
seriously, or possibly kill him, if a mis
chance should set off bis package of
torpedoes all at once.
Parents are not acquainted sufficient
ly with the danger that lurks in some
kinds of torpedoes. If they were at all
aware of it. accidents of the kind
would be less frequent, and public
opinion would bring about the proper
enforcement of the law which forbids
the sale of these bombs—for bombs
they are, though only small ones. Of
_ ArrtR the explosion
j*#.
course, most torpedoes are entirely
harmless; but some of the small ones,
round and very hard, about the size of
a marble, which go off with a report
j like a pistol-shot, are in the deadly
! class, containing as they do fulminate
of mercury.
Years ago, as most people will be
able to recall, there was a dreadful
Fourth of July accident in Philadel
phia. A large quantity of torpedoes,
of a kind whose sale had been ex
pressly prohibited by local ordinance,
was exposed on a street stand, kept by
an Italian, on one of the busiest down
town thoroughfares. Exactly what
1 caused it nobody ever knew, but appar
| ently a stone thrown by a boy struck
; the torpedoes, and all of them went ofT
together. They were loaded with dyna
mite, and the explosion was tremend
' ous. Seven children were killed, while
a number of others were more or less
seriously hurt.
A great many of the Fourth of July
accidents are caused by children's mis
chief. A boy will throw a firecracker
at a girl, for example, burning her
1 seriously. Then there is the deadly
! cracker that has failed to explode, and
J which must be examined and relighted.
I the consequence being an unexpected
i report and possibly the loss of an eye.
The large crackers, some of which are
' a foot or more in length, are really
dangerous bombs, and should not be
put in childish hands. No prudent fa
ther would allow his bo7 to use a toy
| cannon, with loose gunpowder, which
! is likely to become ignited with dis
astrous results. Indeed, the list of
killed and wounded would be enor
mously diminished if parents would
take the necessary pains to keep toy
pistols, raw gunpowder, and giant fire
crackers out of the hands of their chil
dren, reserving to themselves also the
business of setting ofT the fireworks
in the evening.
If we must have a Fourth of July
celebration, let us try to be more sen
sible about it, and so cut down the
number of slain and injured, as well
as the serious property loss of bygone
Fourths.
Guns and pistols are not suitable
playthings for children.
The little boy who picks up his toy
gun and playfully says, “I'll shoot you,’’
should be taught that even in play he
must not point a weapon at another,
for it is in just such ways that respect
for life is lessened and involuntary
manslaughter is the result.
Thoughtful parents will not give chil
dren such toys. It has been the cus
tom for many years to celebrate the
Fourth of July with noise and fire
works.
Children did not originate the prac
tice. It is the method shown by their
parents, and so each year we have a
slaughter of th<» innocents equal in
number to the loss in a great battle,
and, as in the days of old, when hu
man sacrifices were laid on the altar,
we sacrifice to the nation's glory hun
dreds of its embryo citizens.
The man who takes his life in his
hands and goes to battle for his coun
try's protection gives his life to a
worthy cause, but the children whose
lives are sacrificed to celebrate the na
tion’s birth have given their lives to
little purpose.
Is it not time that parents should
think of thi6 subject, and see if they
cannot devise other methods of cele
brating our national holiday that will
not entail such sacrifices of life and
property? Is it not time that in an age
when peace and arbitration are in the
air. and when the great nations of the
earth are steadily advancing toward
the day when disputes and differences
will be settled by arbitration, that we
should begin to teach the children
higher ideals of patriotism than noise
and shooting?
STILL AMONG THE LIVE ONES
: Woman’s Fear That Husband Had De
parted This Life Proved Altogether
Unfounded.
“I beg your padon. If I disturb you,
} sir,” she said to the keeper of the
morgue, ‘‘but my husband has been
I gone two days, and I fear that he
may have been killed on the street and
brought here.”
"Husband missing, eh?" queried the
official. "We may have him in her.
: What sort of a looking man was he?”
“A short, thick-set man, sir, with
' side whiskers and two front teeth
gone.”
"Um. Side whiskers, eh? Two
front teeth gone? Was he a man
likely to 'get in front of a cable
car?”
"He was, sir. If he thought the car
meant to bluff him, he’d stand
. on the track until he was run over."
"How was he on dodging hacks?”
“He never dodged one in his life.
He used to carry half a dozen rocks
tied up in a handkerchief, and the
backman who tried to run him down
got his head knocked off.”
"Been gone two days, eh?”
"Two days and a night, sir, and
you don’t know how worried I am.”
"Yes, 1 suppose so,” absently re
| plied the man. “I wish I could say
he was here, and thus relieve your
anxiety.”
"Then he isn’t here?”
“No’m—not unless he shaved off
1 those side whiskers and went to a
dentist before he was brought in. I'm
sorry to disappoint you. but we are
just out of short, thick-set men with
side whiskers. One may be brought
in any hoar, however.”
“If not here then, he is still alive?”
suggested the woman, as the look of
anxiety left her face.
"I should so infer, ma'am—should
so infer. In fact, ma’am, I am quite
sure your husband is alive and well.”
“Thanks, sir—thanks! You haven’t
seen him?”
"I have, ma’am. Less than half an
hour ago he asked me to drink with
him in that saloon over there, and
from this window you can now see
him standing up to the bar, side whis
kers and all.”
“Thank heaven, and I will go
over and take him by the neck, and—
and—’’
“Glad to be of service to you,
ma'am. If I had a short, thick-set
man with side whiskers and two front
teeth out on a slab inside, I would
admit you with pleasure, but as I
haven’t, you’ll have to take, up with
the live one over there, and make
the best of it. Good day, ma'am. Call
again if you happen this way, and I
may be in better luck.”—Philadelphia
Record.
Not That Way.
“I heard my husband say the other
day there are laws against barkers.”
“So there are. The practice is near
ly stopped.”
“Is it? Just listen to those dogs!”
JUDGED OTHERS BY HIMSELF
Small, Persistent Jibber Imagined Col
ored Man Had B^en Punished
In the Customary Way.
There are no negro settlers In the
portion of the Ozark Mountains of
Arkansas traversed by the St. Paul
branch of the St. Louis & San Fran
cisco railroad. Accordingly many
children grow to the age when they
attend high school before they see a
colored man.
Little Johnny had been a resident I
of Combs, Ark., all his life. He was
an adept at fibbing and to break him
of the habit his mother painted a little
spot on his hand with ink every time
she caught him fibbing. The result
was that some days he would have
several black spots on hiB hands.
A new railroad is building from
Combs south, and some of the grad
ing contractors imported negroes to
drive teams. One day Johnnie ran to
his mother very excitedly, and ex- j
claimed:
“Mamma, I have seen the biggest
liar in the world. His mother must
have used a whole bottle of ink on
him: Come and see him!"
The mother went to the door and
Johnny pointed to a negro driving by
with a team of supplies.—Kansas City
Star.
Call Me Early.
"Why do you call that drummer
the Queen of May?”
"Because he leaves such early
calls,” explained the hotel clerk.
Thinking of Himself.
Two IriBh soldiers stationed in the
■West Indies were accustomed to bathe
daily in a little bay which was gen
erally supposed to be free from sharks.
Though on good terms with each oth
er, they were not what might be call
ed fast friends.
One day as they were swimming
about 100 yards from the shore, Pat
observed Mike making for the land
as hard as he could without saying
a word. Wondering what was the
matter, Pat struck out vigorously aft-,
er him, and landed at his compan
ion's heels.
"Is there anything wrong wid ye!"
inquired Pat. feelingly.
"Nothing—nothing at all," replied 1
the other.
“Thin what did ye make sich a sud- 1
dint retrate for an’ lave me?" con
tinued Pat.
“Bedad,’ answered Mike, coolly, “I
spied the fin of a big shark about 20
feet ahead, an' I thought while he
was playin' wid you it wud give me
time to rache the shore!"
Suffering Impressions.
“If inanimate objects could feel,
photography would be a cruel busi
ness”.
“Why so r
“Just think of some of the faces re
corded on sensitive plates.”
Their Habit.
“Women can get along very well
with a comprehensive ballot.”
“Why*"
"Because they are used to folding
things of a blanket type.”
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TnEMTTLE
lJ
DLLIKIXS Dear: So you
want to know how I spent
the Glorious Fourth? Was
I sane and sedate, comport
ing myself in a manner be
fitting a brand-new college
graduate, or did I run ofT
and romp with Brother
Tom's kiddies, as usual,
forgetting all my recently
acquired dignity? Alas, my
dear: I must confess that
my Fourth was far, far from sane, and
that instead of recoverng my sanity
I’ve—But there, my studies in prose
style should teach me better than to
jump at the conclusion of my story
like that! I'll begin at the beginning.
It was Independence day. The sun
was shining in newly awakened splen
dor, when the casual observer might
have discerned a solitary female form
gracefully scaling the stone wall be
tween the luxuriant back gardens of
the F^endersons and the ditto ditto of
the Bartletts—Tom and his family are
staying with her mother, you know,
next door.
This feat accomplished, our heroine
(that’s me!) proceeded up the Bart
lett lawn, collecting dewdrops on her
trailing cheesecloth draperies and, in
cidentally, getting her new white
shoes deplorably damp. FFer slender
form was draped also tn a large
American flag, and her raven curls
were surmounted by a fillet of silver
stars. This Goddess of Liberty effect
was the result of a promise to "dress
up” for the two adoring and adorable
nephews, Bert and Bob. Arrived be
neath the window of the room usu
ally occupied by the nephews, the
Goddess of Liberty proceeds to the
time-honored ceremony of saluting
them; this she does by setting off ten
packs of small firecrackers, followed ’
by a "spck dolager” of a big one. No
joyful acclamations follow. Aunt
Peggy is frankly puzzled; clearly, the
boys are oversleeping, and she bursts
into song, rendering the “Star-span
gled Banner" with dramatic effect,
marred only by a breathless squeak
Gracefully Scaling the Stone Wall.
on the final “Land of the free." Still
no Bob and Bert. Our heroine shies
a bit of turf at the window, with a
command, “Wake up, lazybones!" and
as the window sash begins to creak
responsively she begins to carol
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom ”J
at the top of her very healthy lungs,
for Aunt Peggy has no foolish dig
nity when it’s a question of amusing
the kiddies. At last the window opens
wide and, looking up, she sees—
Polly, what do you think? Instead of
two little white nighties and two
tousled.curly heads, there was a man!
A strange young man, my dear;
blonde, blue-eyed, immaculate in a
beautiful duck suit and gazing at me
with what seemed to be mild horror,
mixed with amusement, as though I
were an escaped lunatic. I felt like
one, I assure you, all the more so be
cause he was awfully good-looking and
well groomed and correct; and I
couldn’t Imagine who he could be.
However, it seemed to be up to me to
do something, so 1 drew myself to my
commanding height of five feet four
inches and begged his pardon for dis
turbing him, explaining that my little
nephews usually occupied that room,
and that they were expecting me over
to celebrate the Fourth with them—
but it all sounded like perfect non
sense. Just then, to my mingled relief
and annoyance, Tom appeared at the
window, too, with a fiendish grin, as
he sized up the situation and my cos
tume.
“Been serenading you, has she,
Archie?" he asked affably, while 1
boiled with helpless rage. “You mustn't
mind It, old man; it's the day we cele
brate, you know, and our patriotism
still runs so high that even the girls
seek out peaceable English visitors
and taunt them with our independence.
Quite the usual thing.” Then, as
“Archie" and I preserved a helpless
silence, Tom sobered down and intro
duced us in proper style, and as soon
as I heard the name I remembered
that Archie Vane was Tom's chum in
London, when he was over there set
ting up some machinery. He had just
landed and Tom, running across him
iff New York the night before, had in
sisted on his coming home with him
to spend the Fourth—all natural
enough when Tom explained it. So
there Fd been bearding the British lion
in his den with militant American
noises on the anniversary of a day ig
nored by all good Englishmen; and
here was the British lion looking at
me with his ingenuous blue eyes as if
he was trying to decide whether I'd
bite or not.
“I warn you,” Tom added, in his
tactful little way, "that Peggy is a
rabidly patriotic person, so I wouldn't
advise you to start any discussions on
international issues. This Columbia
getup is quite in character, so be
ware!” Alice and the boys came out
on the porch just then and wanted me
to stay to breakfast; but of course I
declined with dignity and went home—
via the front gate, however, instead of
the garden wall. When I turned to
latch it that Englishman was still look
ing at me in a dazed sort of way.
The plot thickens. After breakfast
my beloved kiddies rushed over to beg
me to go with them on the usual fam
ily picnic to the pine grove, and I
hadn't the heart to disappoint them. I
wore my most sensible clothes, and I
tried hard to be haughty and distant
to Mr. Vane; but he kept developing
such nice qualities that somehow I
couldn’t keep it up, especially as he ig
nored my crazy performance of the
morning so successfully. He was a
Tom Appeared at the Window, Too.
positive genius when it came to chas
ing cows, fixing hammocks, unpacking
luncheon and all the regular picnic
stunts. The boys adored him, and he
was simply angelic to the old folks;
and by the time we went home I
couldn’t scare up a resentful feeling.
Yes, Polly. I know; you needn't re
mind me of all the hateful things I've
said about Englishmen and the times
I’ve vowed I couldn’t, and wouldn't
care for one, not if he asked me on his
bended knees. Yes, and I've demon
strated often that no one but an
American man was a fit companion for
an American girl. I've said heapB of
perfectly ferocious things, and I sup
pose I meant every one of them. But
that was before Archie— Polly, dear,
do you know, he says It was all over
with him from the first moment he saw
me—and in that circus-parade rig!
Isn’t it absurd—and lovely? And, just
think, it’s only a week since we met.
though we both agree that it seems
like years. And you should see my
ring—a quaint, old. old one, that be
longed to his great-great-grandmother!
And his people live in a lovely old
Elizabethan house, in a regular Cran
ford town; and his mother's a dear
little old-fashioned soul with side curls,
and idolizes him. Please don't remind
me of anything I ever said about effete
tradition, will you, Polly? I'm not
going to England yet awhile, though,
for Archie’s here indefinitely, to learn
American business methods, in Tom's
line of work. I really have a little
spark of American pride, I guess, for I
am glad he’s only a younger son, with
no title within reach, though I don’t
suppose I’d mind that, or anything else.
Because, Polly dear. I'm not shouting
the battle cry of freedom nowadays.
Somehow it gets all mixed up with
“Rule Britannia.” Do come up with
me soon and discuss the new Anglo
Saxon alliance with your bewildered
but blissful PEGGY.
Fashions in Journalese.
Fashions in the newspaper use of
language rise and fall, and are often
indefensible. It has come to be a
common practice to say that some
thing has been ‘‘forecasted,” when
“forecast," the long-time form, is
much more to be desired. Now we
are frequently told that a bill has
been “reported out" by the committee
of some legislative body, when the old
“reported” covered the case much
better. The list might be multiplied,
but these examples will serve to make
the point. Directness and simplicity
are always to be aimed at. Even edi
torials are not always free from the
offenses complained of.
Patriotism.
“My father was wounded in the
Spanish-American war and my grand
father lost an arm'at Gettysburg."
“How did you get that scar on your
chin?”
“Trying to tie a bunch of firecrack
ers to the tall of a bulldog.”
Often the Case.
"Every happy married couple wants
something to call ‘baby.’ ”
“Yes; sometimes it’s a canary and
sometimes it's a bulldog."
Hopeless.
“Is Bligglns a man of his word?"
“Yes. That's the worst of it. He
really means all the unreasonable
things he says."
ROADS
COUNTRY ROAD IS ACCURSED
Automobilist and Farmer Take Turns
in Swearing at Poor Construction
of Thoroughfares.
Everybody takes a whack at the
country road. The automobilists that
trundle their machines over it curse
its makers. The farmer that hauls
his load to market over it swears a
blue streak over its bumps and chuck
holes and wonders why somebody
doee not know enough to fix it so it
will stay fixed. The legislator lounges
in the leather chairs in the state
capitol and delivers profound dis
courses on it and its uses and abuses,
and the best way to fix it and keep it
fixed. The board of supervisors meet
and look wise and talk their heads
off about the way it should be taken
care of, and how the care-taking ex
penses should be met. And still the
county road slumbers on and never
gets much above the mud except in
dry summers or very cold winters,
j when the traffic can skat along on the_
ice, says the Northwestern Stockman
and farmer. The country road is an or
phan and usually a friendless orphan.
Like the Arkansas house, it can't be
fixed while it is raining, and when it
doesn’t rain there is no need for fix
ing it. It is a public domain where
poll taxes may be worked at leisure,
and with the least possible efforts by
the party that is segregating himself
from so much of his valuable time
for the good of the commonwealth.
Its surface is marred here by a hole
dug by an unruly plow, there by seven
scraperfuls of dirt dumped in the mid
dle of it just prior to quitting time.
There are useless trees bordering it |
that shut out the sunlight and keep
off the wind so that its surface shall ;
remain the consistency of putty the
longest possible time. It is a bone of
contention for neighborhood rows over
who shall be "joad-boss" and how the
poll taxes shall be “worked." I am
not trying to solve the country road '
problem, but I am endeavoring to call
attention to it
The country road problem Is too
deep and complicated for one man to j
solve. It will require the best and
most conservative brains in the state
to settle upon some plan that will
make the country road what it was^
intended for—a highway for traffic
with the least possible resistence.
Agitate good roads brethem. Keep
the matter before the public. Don’t
let up until something definite and j
proper is done to give the state of
Montana good permanent highways at
a minimum cost.
! FIELD DRAG IS VERY USEFUL
—
Aside From Leveling Ground Imple
ment Can Be Used for Transport*
ing Stones and Stumps.
I find a field drag a useful tool. As
ide from leveling the ground it can be
used for carrying stumps and stones,
writes C. C. Marshall of Bethel
Springs, Tenn., in the Missouri Valley
Construction of Drag.
Farmer. In winter It can be utilized
to shelter potatoes or other vegeta
bles that have been hauled up. and j
when set up slanting it forms a pro
tection for the bed of a brood sow
To make the drag take a section oi
log 5 or 6 feet long and split until the
sections are 2 or 2% inches wide
Lay these sections side by side and
on top of either end nail a 2 by 6
inch runner.
Construct Market Roads.
Ohio is about to embark on the con
struction of what it calls a system of
market roads which is to cover the
entire state. It figures that by the ex
penditure of $3,000,000 to $3,500,000
a year for ten years it will be able to
bring the system to completion. If it
does so, it will have to be luckier or
wiser than New York state has been.
General Road Work.
The state statute on roads reads
that all- general road work should be
done between the first of April and the
firet of October.
Weeds Interfere.
The split-log dra* will never make
good roads while overgrown with
weeds in the fence corner.
Problem Solved.
The earth road will doubtless be
jsed in rural communities for many
years, because of i»s low first cost.
The ever-recurring pioblem of upkeep
?n such a road can Se solved very
largely by the use «f the split-log
drag.
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Early Marketing.
When mutton can he produced at
the same or less cost per pound than
beef, the fleece is clear additional
profit; as with all food animals, the
greatest profit is in early maturity
, and early marketing.
Unprofitable Business.
The dairyman who keeps a cow sim
ply because she gives a large quantity
of thin milk regardless of what it
costs him to feed her is engaged in
an unprofitable business.
How Herman Quit.
The painful duty was thrust upon
me recently to select an office boy. The
line was well formed, and upon look
ing them over a young voice piped up:
"Don’t forget me, mister!"
A little later this lad was before me
and I said to him:
"What is your name?” He replied,
"Herman Mallowitz.”
I then asked him where he worked
last, and fter he told me I said:
“Herman, were you fired?”
He hesitated a moment and then
spoke up:
"Veil, I didn't exactly get fired. I
just told ’em to go to h—1!"—Ex
change.
“A Dig Hit”
There is nothing makes a bigger
hit with a hungry person than to
know the digestion is working
properly and that your meals
are going to benefit you. If you
are not in this class take
HOSTETTER’S
STOMACH BITTERS
It is an excellent medicine for
all Stomach, Liver and Bowel
Ills; also Malaria. Try it now.
When a man gets all the thinks he
needs he has a large surplus.
Mrs.Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children
teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma
tion.sUsys pain,cures wind colic,25c a bottle-M>
Suitable Retreat.
“Where do you suppose the dove of
peace goes when it is frightened
away?”
“I suppose, to some pigeon hole.”
Water in bluing is adulteration. Glass and
water makes liquid blue costly. Buy Red
Cross Ball Blue, makes clothes whiter than
snow. Adv.
Modern Art
“This is a picture of a straw stack
in a tornado, isn't it?”
“Sir, that is a painting of 'Jacob
Wrestling With the Angel,’ by a distin
guished Cubist.
Wouldn’t Take Chances.
A Chicago lawyer found a new sort
of therapeutic treatment His in
structor told him that if he retired
into the silence, breathed rhythmic
ally, and said certain words he would
be able to cast off all his bodily ail
ments. He tried it and it worked.
Then his three-year-old child got
measles and he worked it on him. He
was all puffed up. Later his prize set
ter contracted the mange. He sum
moned a veterinary. Then a friend
expostulated. “Your system worked
with yourself and It worked with youf
child,” he said; “why don't you try it
on the dog?” "That dog cost me $100
when he was a mere pup,” was the an
swer, “and I can’t afford to take any
chances.”
Great Defense.
The great advocate—let ns call him
Mr. McSweeney—was defending a
man in a murder case. The case
looked hopeless, and McSweeney sub
mitted no evidence for the defense.
So the public prosecutor, believing
that conviction was assured, ended
with just a few perfunctory re
marks.
Then, in a quiet, conversational
tone, the famous McSweeney began to
talk to the jury. He made no men
tion of the murder. He just described
in vivid colors a pretty country cot
tage rung with honeysuckle,-a young
wife preparing supper, and the rosy
youngsters waiting at the gate to
greet their father on his return home
for the evening meal. Suddenly Mc
Sweeney stopped. He drew himself
up to his full height. Then, striking
the table with his fist, he cried in a
voice that thrilled every bosom:
“Gentlemen, you must send him
back home to them!”
A red-faced juror choked and blurt
ed out: "By George, sir, we’ll do it."
—London Opinion.
, BANISHED
Coffee Finally Had to Go.
The way some persons cling to cof
fee, even after they know It is doing
them harm, is a puzzler. But it iB an
easy matter to give it up for good,
when Postum is properly made and
used instead. A girl writes:
"Motheh had been suffering with
nervous headaches for seven weary
years, but kept on drinking coffee.
"One day I asked her why she did
not give up coffee, as a cousin of mine
had done who had taken to Postum.
But Mother was such a slave to coffee
she thought it would be terrible to
give it up.
"Finally, one day, she made the
change to Postum, and quickly her
headaches disappeared. One morning
while she was drinking Postum so
freely and with such relish, I asked
for a taste.
“That started me on Postum and I
now drink it more freely than I did
coffee, which never comes into our
house now.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Write for booklet. “The
Road to Wellville
Postum comes in two forms.
Regular Postum (must be boiled.)
Instant Postum doesn't require boil
ing, but is prepared instantly by stir
ring a level teaspoonful in an ordinary
cup of hot water, which makes it right
for most persons.
A big cup requires more and some
people who like strong things put in a
heaping spoonful and temper it with a
large supply of cream.
Experiment until you know the
amount that pleases your palate and
have it served that way in the future^
‘There's a Reason" for Postum.
