NATIONAL
Warning Issued Against False Weather Prophets
WASHINGTON—The department of agriculture of the United States has
issued a warning to the public against credence in so-called new systems,
astrological and otherwise, of forecasting weather conditions. Belief in these
BEWARE OF
FALSE WEAWF'
PROPHETS
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systems, the notice asserts, oitej
proves disastrous to farmers and
other folk whose enterprises are af
fected by atmospheric or other weath
er conditions. The warning against
these fallacies says:
“The latest misrepresentation ol
this character now being presented tc
the people of the country is an al
leged new system of long-range weath
er forecasting said to be based on the
rifts and spottedness of the sun and
its shafts of solar radiation. When
the disk of the sun is minutely examined with powerful telescopes, or when
photographed with the aid of the modern spectroheliograph the surface
presents a characteristic spotted appearance which undergoes slight changes
from day to day, and greater changes with longer intervals of time, depending
upon the well-known rotation of the sun upon its axis and the periodic recuri
rence of the sunspot maxima and minima.
“These and certain well-known related phenomena are represented to be
the basis of the so-called discovery.
“During the past several years the weather bureau has received, in the
form of letters, circulars, diagrams and blue prints, full specifications concern
ing all essential details of this alleged new system of forecasting. The so
called discovery is fully known to the weather bureau and has received fail
and impartial study and examination by its scientific staff. Moreover, other
scientists of international reputation now connected with the strongest institu
tions in the world engaged in astronomical research and conducting investiga
tions in solar and terrestrial physics have also passed upon these new theories
“These authorities are in accord that the deductions and conclusions
drawn from the solar conditions on which the new system is based are un
warranted. Solar phenomena of the kind described do not have any direct
influence upon the weather at any particular time and plaae, and. therefore,
cannot be made the basis of weather forecasting.
"Spacious references to the moon, to the planets and to the spottedness
of the sun and its shafts of radiation alleged to dominate terrestrial weather
are but picturesque frameworks upon which to display weather forecasts for
sale.”
Bill to Regulate Podiatry Stumped Colonel Hail
« 4 BILL to regulate the practice of podiatry in the District of Columbia.”
A Col. L. J. Hall, the chief bill clerk of the house of representatives,
scratched his head. This has been the habit of men perplexed since Adam
became worried about the insidious
activities of the first serpent
During the years that be has been
connected with the billroom of the
house, Colonel Hall has handled bills
and resolutions covering almost every
topic under the sun.
But here was a bill, introduced by
Congressman Maher of New' York, to
curb the practice of podiatry, and pro
posing. furthermore, "to protect the
people from empiricism in relation
thereto.” The new man in the bill
L
Clerk s office averred he didn’t know such a thing existed in the District of
Columbia, although he’d always had his suspicions. The evils of a city, he
complained, pass all understanding.
And then it dawned upon'Colonel Hall and the bill clerks!
“Podiatry? Why. that’s corn doctoring. You know the corn doctors of
cur boyhood days?”
Why, of course.
It is but a commentary on the passing of the old order of things. Podiatry,
it seems (although few ever knew it was that), must go the way of sassafras
tea, bluemass and calomel, fresh-drawn herb juice and the odoriferous asa
fetida bag that hung warningly about one’s neck.
Just now it is impossible to say why Congressman Maher has gone on the
warpath against that American institution—the corn doctor. Perhaps Mr.
Maher hasn't a corn; perhaps he has one aui it won't come off, or somebody
has stepped upon it.
Mrs. Wilson and Flowers of the White House
AS FAR back as one can remember White House chatelaines have been de
voted to flowers and have taken great pride in having the hit of ground just
back of the right wing planted with the flowers each has liked best. Mrs.
Roosevelt chose to have it fitted with
so-called old-fashioned flowers, while
Mrs. Taft preferred only roses.
The flower associated with Mrs.
Wilson is the iarge orchid, the cultiva
tion of which in this particular garden
would be out of the question. Mrs.
Wilson has worn the orchid at all so
ciety affairs, and, indeed, all times
since her engagement to the president
. was announced. Before that time sho
i was usually seen with great bunches
of violets as a corsage bouquet, or
me pure wmte gardenia fastened somewhere to the left of her throat.
The most beautiful foliage as a background for orchids is the maiden-hair
fern, which, .when separated from the root, wilts so quickly that it must
constantly be replenished. It would seem that this has been arranged for in
Mrs. Wilson’s case by the quantity of potted ferns placed in every available
spot throughout the White House. These are sent from the White House
conservatories, where they are raised to perfection. There are several varie
ties of the maiden-hair, each one of which seems to be more beautiful than the
others.
The great lawn which stretches from the portico of the White House to
ward the Potomac is pretty well inclosed in shrubbery and dotted vWh fine
trees of every species. Surrounding the whole place is an iron fence, directly
inside of which is a hedge of privet, planted during the administration of
President Taft. So rapidly does this favorite hedge shrub grow that it already
has become a formidable barrier for those who enjoy seeing the president’s
grounds, even if they cannot walk upon them. It will not be many more years
before the White House inclosure will be as much walled in as are the grounds
around Buckingham palace and the other homes of Europe’s monarchs.
Woodlawn Mansion May Be Summer White House
WOODLAWN MANSION, the home of Nellie Curtis Lewis, in the historic
Mount Vernon district of Fairfax county, Virginia, will be the “summer
capital,” unless rumor has run aw.-y. President Wilson and his wife have made
several trips to the Woodlawn neigh
borhood in the past few weeks.
Woodlawn is located about sixteen
miles south of Washington and there
are splendid roads for motoring be
tween the two joints.
The Mexican situation and neces
sity for frequent conferences with his
advisers over European war problems
that confront him give color to the
gossip that the president may find it
advisable to spend the summer nearer
Washington than the summer home
recently selected in new jersej, and it is possioie tuat Virginia may wrest
that distinction from the Northern state.
Woodlawn mansion was erected in 1805 by Maj. Lawrence Lewis and his
wife, Nellie Curtis Lewis, and is considered the stateliest of all of the manor
bouses of the upper Potomac.
The property is now owned by Miss E. M. Sharpe, who spends much of her
time with relatives In Pennsylvania. A former owner is Paul Kester, the play
wright, who now owns and occupies Belmont, a line old mansion, on the hills
overlooking the Potomac a short distance north of Alexandria. Both Mr.
Kester and Miss Sharpe n said to have spent large sums in improvements
at Woodlawn. V _
CANDLE DRIP BETRAYS THIEF.
Tallow drops on the floor of the vault of the S. Morgan Smith company,
manufacturers of water wheels, led to discovery of a theft of drawings and
r holographs valued at more than $10,000. Albert H. Myers, a trusted drafts
man has been arrested, admits the crime and has been committed to jail in
default of $4,000 bail.
M t 0f th8 blue prints and photographs have been recovered by De
r-harles S. White. It is believed Myers intended to sell them to a
rivii Mncera.-York (Pa.) Dispatch Philadelphia Record.
GERMAN FLEET WAITING FOR A CHANCE TO SLIP OUT
First photograph to arrive in this country showing a portion of the German fleet. It is believed the photograph
was taken at Wilhelmshaven, but the exact location was withheld by the censor.
PENS PICTURE OF
VERDUN BATTLE
Correspondent Gets a Glimpse
of the Great Struggle in
France.
TELLS A TALE OF HORROR
French Artillery Batters Down Dikes
of the Meuse* Flooding Field of
Fallen Germans—Grim Fight
for Life.
In the Village,Northwest of Verdun.
—Yesterday I witnessed a great battle,
the climax of the Verdun struggle,
writes a special correspondent of the
New' York Times and the Chicago Her
ald. What a fury of charge and coun
ter-charge of tw'o nations at grips on
the blood-stained slopes among the
shell-torn trenches these words could
convey! In reality it is very different.
Imagine yourself in the dark cabin
of a ship, the whole fabric of which
shudders in the tumult of her mighty
engines as you peer through a narrow
slit at a quick-changing cinema on a
distant screen. For that was the
Verdun battle as I saw- it. save that
those rapid glimpses revealed horrors
no producer would dare feature.
Captain A. had led me through a ,
maze of trenches to an observation
post buried deep in a, hillside due
south of Cumieres village.
Two officers and some soldiers are
at work regulating the fire of a bat
tery two miles in the rear upon the
German trenches down to our right,
near the river, where the enemy is
massing for an assault. At the same
time they directed a searchlight whose
rays illuminates their field of vision.
“Follow the searchlight and you will
soon pick out the German trenches
and see the effects of pur fire,” says
my guide. It is a patch of field,
streaked diagonally by a dark line,
which is the German trench. Clouds
of smoke obscure it at intervals,
stabbed by swift flashes.
I watch interminably. Nothing
changes. Then the observer throws
another order into the telephone and
a second ray doubles the field of view.
He turns toward his companion at
the table and reels off figures in a
POPULAR IN ARMY SET
Miss Helen Hotter, daughter of Jay
E. Hoffer, U. S. A., is one of the most
popular of the socially active army
contingent in Washington.
Jailed for a Laugh.
New York.—Because he laughed
when Magistrate Groehl imposed a
one-dollar line, John Oste, charged
with disorderly conduct, was sent to
jail for three days.
Duck Makes Record.
Veronr. N. J.—“Peggy,” a duck, has
laid 325 eggs in 343 days, and is said
to hold the record.
level, unhurried tone. The latter
transmits more figures to the soldier,
who has resumed his telephoning.
Suddenly the field patch is covered
with scurrying dots, like a mass of
excited ants, rushing forward across
the light, out of the picture into
the darkness. It is the enemy charg
ing at last.
Then a dense thunder-cloud covers
everything. The searchlight's rays
beat vainly against its yellowish
wails. The glass trembles in my
hand.
Like a nightmare vision, conjured
by magic amid the smoke, a horrible
scene is revealed; first dimly, then
clearer and finally very distinct, in
the sharp white light.
The ileid. the dark line and the rush
ing ants have disappeared. In their
place a ragged hollow, wherein blocks
of earth like huge tree trunks roll and
quiver.
Among them the tiny dark things
are writhing like fallen leaves flut
tered by the breeze. Those shapeless
objects are German soldiers.
As the smoke cleared 1 distinguished
arms raised in agony or supplication.
Some try to crawl upward; they form
heaps, sliding back together as one
mounts another and drags him down.
Meanwhile from the right of the
scene what seems to be an immense
blacksnake creeps forward. In the
ray of the light it glimmers, and the
observer beside me muttered: "My
God!"
It reaches the lip cf the hollow and
the mass of crawling men quiver with
a new agitation. It is the water of the
Meuse overwhelming the Germans by
ttie same concentration of melinite
that ruptured the river’s dikes. With
frantic gestures the Germans fight up
ward. There comes a flash and an
other cloud-patch, half veiling the
chaos of earth and water and drown
ing men.
Then the shells begin to fall rap
idly and the searchlight abandons
the struggle against the smoke,
swinging higher along the bare hill
side. A few moments later it returns.
I see a placid pool glimmering be
neath the ray, save where a glimmer
ing spot of blackness is floating mo
tionless.
I look at my watch. Three hours
have passed since we entered the
post. That is what I saw of the great
est battle for Verdun.
LONG JOURNEY OF AN EGG
—
Consumer Paid Twenty Cents a Dozen
More Than Producer in
Kansas Got.
Russell, Kan.—A. J. Olson, a Russell
county farmer who sells hundreds of
dozens of eggs annually, on February
9 wrote on an egg a request for the
consumer to w'rite him and inform
him where the egg was purchased at
retail and what the cost was.
Olson sold his product to a Rus
sell dealer for 25 cents a dozen. The
eggs were then shipped to Ellsworth,
from where they were shipped to Pen
dleton, Ore., by express.
The Oregon retail merchant paid
34 cents a dozen, and they were re
tailed at 45 cents, that being the price
paid by the woman in Oregon who
broke the egg bearing Olson’s letter.
Olson received a letter from her re
cently, and she gave the details of
the egg’s career and end in the far
Northwest.
E-7’S EXPLOITS IN
SEA OF MARMORA
British Submarine in 24 Days
Sank 23 Ships and De
stroyed Two Trains.
ALSO FOUGHT A GUNBOAT
Returned Safely Through Traps and
Mines Set to Catch Her in the
Dardanelles—Receives Great
Reception.
New York.—The story of how the
British submarine E-7 entered the Sea
of Marmora and operating for 24 days
sank 23 ships, shelled two railway
trains, and did other damage, is told
in a letter received in New York. The
letter was written by a young officer
who was on the E-7. The Cochrane
who is referred to as “absolutely
splendid" is the commander of the E-7.
He says:
“We returned safely after 24 days up
the Dardanelles in the Sea of Mar
mora. It is hopeless to try to give a
detailed account in a letter, but you
can take it from me it was a line show.
We broke all previous records. Coch
rane was absolutely splendid. The
tale of our doings is the sort of thing
one reads of in the old days. We went
around the Sea of Marmora, leaving a
trail of sunk and burning ships. We
fairly shook things to the core.
“We are the first submarine in his
tory to bombard a place on shore un
der fire. I think we were under fire
about three times a day on an average,
and penetrated into all sorts of places
and destroyed shipping. We evr.n
shelled a railway and destroyed two
troop trains. We shelled the embank
ment and blocked the line and then
caught the trains as they came along.
It was the funniest thing you can imag
ine to see the trains try to hide behind
trees, but we caught them and smashed
them all to blazes. The ammunition
all blew up with a terrible explosion.
The soldiers, of course, got out and
took cover and fired tons of ammuni
tion at us. but we were out of range.
“Altogether we sunk one gunboat,
five steamers (one of 3,000 tons), and
17 large sailing ships, and hit two
trains, one railway embankment, and
a few villagers who fired on us and
got it in the neck for doing so. We
also dived up to Constantinople and
fired a torpedo at the wharf at the ar
senal. where there were a lot of am
munition lighters, and there was a
most terrific explosion, which shook
the boat although we were one and
one-quarter miles away. What hap
pened I don’t know, but something
must have got it in the neck, judging
by the bang. We had a small duel
with a small gunboat one day on the
surface and drove her off, although she
fired 200 rounds from her two guns.
After that we were left alone and
everything ran like blazes when we
got anywhere near.
“The only drawback was that we all
had dysentery, and Halifax, the second
officer, and a seaman got badly burned
setting fire to a steamer, so Cochrane
and I had to keep watch all the time,
and by the time 24 days were gone
we were absolutely done up. What
Halifax went through with his burned
feet for three weeks be*Iow 1 don’t
know.
“We had no trouble in diving in the
Sea of Marmora, but when we came
down we had an awful time, as the
Turks had rigged up air sorts of nets
ar.d things to catch us, and we got
mixed up in them and also were fouled
by mines three times.
"The reception we got in the harbor
was great. The whole fleet and every
thing manned the rails and cheered us
madly. Just imagine us—all dirty and
unshaven, and the flag with bullet
holes all over it. and conning tower all
dents from bullets and rusty—steam
ing through the lines and thousands ol
men cheering like mad. Battleships
cruisers, torpedo boats, transports and
the captains leading the cheers. It
was great! I have heard cheers be
fore. but this was the real thing. Poor
old Cochrane's eyes were full of tears
as he saluted to the cries of ‘Are we
down-hearted?’ and ‘Well done, E-7!‘
“At present I am resting on land and
basking in the light of popular favor
It is very nice to be a hero among
one’s own cloth, yon know, because
they really mean it, and they really
unde: stand.”
<.-LLS THREE BIG WOLVES
Lives of 525 Deer Estimated to Have
Eean Saved by Work of Ore
eon Hunter.
Portland, Ore.—Three gray wolves
killed by Jake Dumont of Tiller, Ore.,
will net him $75. The state pays a
bount of $20 each and the county pays
$5 additional.
The pelts were received at the office
of the state fish and game commission
and showed the wolves to have been
of unusual size. One was fully seven
feet from tip of nose to tail and the
two others were not more than six
inches shorter.
Carl D. Shoemaker, state game war
den. estimates that the death of the
wolves saved 525 deer. He says that
one wolf would kill an average of 175
deer a year.
IS RESTORED BY PRAYER
Confined to Invalid Chair for 16 Years
Man Is Able to Walk After
Service.
Greensburg, Pa.—A remarkable ex
perience took place in the life of Wal
ter McClickie, seventy years old, of
Youngwood, following a congregational
prayer service recently at his home,
which was conducted by Rev. John
Watson of the United Brethren church
of Youngwood.
For sixteen years McClickie has
been confined to a wheel chair because
of an injury to his head when he fell
down a mine shaft near Unionlown.
Following the injury a silver plate
was inserted in his skull and he suf
fered from dizziness. During the last
sixteen years he was unabie to stand.
Recently he requested that the pray
er services be held at his home, and
the other night the members of his
church held the weekly sendee there.
During the services he got out of his
wheel chair and sang a hymn. After
the service he found he was able to
walk about the house. The next morn
ing he went to the coal shed and car
ried in a bucket of coal for his daugh
ter, Mrs. Ralph Ross, without experi
encing any dizziness.
Coughing Change* His Voice.
New York.—By repeatedly coughing
and clearing the throat a person with
a falsetto voice may change it to bary
tone, if he persist* in the treatment,
declares Er. Frank M. Hallock of Cor
nell university medical school
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NOISES
By KIN HUBBARD.
“In th’ Cafe th’ Low Necked Cabaret Nightingale Sings ‘You Made Me Love
You’ as She Wabbles Aimlessly Among th’ Tables Scatterin’ Talcum Duct
Over th’ Steaks an’ Caviar Sandwiches.’’
Oh, fer th’ ole restful noiseless days
Vhen nothin’ disturbed th’ peace an’
^uiet o’ th’ community but th’ milk
man’s bell, or an occasional grind
organ! Oh, fer th’ joy o’ livin’ agin
through that blissful period precedin’
th’ advent o’ th' raspin’ phonergraph!
When it comes t’ din th’ blatant
notes o’ a minstrel pe-rade are as soft
an’ soothin' as a summer zephyr com
pared t’ th' turmoil an' clatter o’ th’
march o' progress, with its player pl
anners, typewriters, automobiles, add
in’ machines, belchin’ motorcycles,
nickel tlie-ater hawkers, flat wheeled
street cars, hospital ambulances, chau
tauquas, well dressed promoters, rum
biin’ interurbans an’ other noise pro
ducers. With th’ possible exception o’
th’ rubber heel all o’ our modern in
ventions an' innovations are accompa
nied by some nerve rackin’ noise.
Wherever we turn we run int’ some
brand new kind of a noise. The quiet
Sunday at home passed out with th’
cornin’ o’ th’ player pianner. Th’ wrhiz
zin' graphophone has drowned out th'
ole enjoyable conversations around th’
cheerful grate, while th’ impatient
ring o' the telephone bell destroys one
silent meditation after another. If we
seek th’ lonesome seclusion o’ th’
country lane we’re startled out o’ our
boots by th’ coarse notes o' th’ tourin’
car fog horn, or th’ shrill whistle o’
th’ thunderin’ interurban special. In
th’ cafe th' low necked cabaret night
ingale sings “You Made Me Love You"
as she wabbles aimlessly among th’
tables scatterin’ talcum dust o’er th'
steaks an’ caviar sandwiches. Ever’
where is noise. In ever’ town that’s
fiourishin’ enough t' support a “Pearl '
laundry or a “Weekly Banner” we find
th’ fussy little gasoline engine puffin’
an’ snortin’ like an enraged wart hog
brought t’ bay. Ever’where thro’ Au
gust an’ September th’ oratorical erup
tions o’ th’ Chautauqua stage drive our
feathered songsters from th' sylvan,
grove on th’ edge o’ town t’ remote an’
distant thickets. Thro’ th’ turmoil an’
bustle o’ traffic we cross th’ downtown
street with our life in one band an’ a
cane or a mackerel or somethin’ in th’
other. In th’ evenin’ when we git
ready t’ retire some kind neighbor de
cides t’ try out a new grand opery rec
ord on th’ Victroly, or th’ blushin’ de
butante next door grows tired o’ boldin’
hands an’ oonciudes t’ do a little foot
work on th’ player pianner. At inter
vals thro’ th’ night we’re aroused by
th’ milkman as he whistles his way
t’ th’ window sill t’ keep up his cour
age, or by th’ rough voice o’ th’ street
sweeper as he curses his mules. How
glad we are when th’ wide open muf
fler o’ some early riser proclaims th’
breakin’ day. Once back in th’ city
streets we hear th’ constant rumble o’
heavy trucks an’ th’ terrific explosions
o’ countless tires an’ our thoughts re
vert t’ th’ siege o’ Vicksburg. We are
surrounded by th’ artillery o’ traffic.
Nothin’ seems t’ succeed these days
without a noise. Th’ prosperity o’ our
towns an’ cities is measured by ther
noise producin' facilities. Even a fel
ler’s prominence in every walk in life
is reckoned by th’ -.oise he makes.
If a feller quietly buys a nickel se
gar these days th’ bang o' th’ cash
register destroys his whole line o*
thought.
Is The World Getting Better?
With th’ possible exception o' Pro
fessor Tansey’s lecture, “Th’ Poets o’
Korea,” delivered some months ago,
th' debate last night, at ’Possum Run
school, No. 3, wuz th’ intellectual event
o' th’ season. Th' question up fer de
bate wuz, “Is th’ World Gittin' Bet
ter?” Miss Pop Angel took th’ negative
side while Miss Pearline Moots ap
peared fer th’ world, an’ led off in th’
discussion by sayin’:
“It requires but a peep int' th' ole
family album o' a generation ago t’
convince th' most sallow pessimist that
th’ world has made wonderful strides.
T'day th' white lawn tie an’ frock coat
no longer deceive us. T’day th’ sinis
ter motive kin no longer lurk behind
opery length whiskers with impunity.
Th' shams an’ illusions o’ th' past have
been pushed int’ th’ open an’ the
drudgery an’ privation o’ th' dark ages
have been relieved bj- progress an’ en
lightenment. Who would return t' th’
ole days o' th’ monthly bath when
| newspapers are devotin' whole pages
11’ th’ art o’ pencilin’ th' eyebrows one '
must be dull indeed not t’ feel that we
are borderin’ on th’ brink o’ degen
• eracy.
"Is ther any improvement in th’ civ
ilization o’ t’day over th’ ole Mayflower
brand? I answer ‘No!’ When we open
th’ heavy clasp o’ th’ ole fashioned al
bum an’ look at grandfather’s whisk
ers an’ grandmother’s poor tired,
round shoulders, er Uncle Henry’s war
cravat, we are apt t’ allow our amaze
ment t’ blind us t’ th’ part those
whiskers played in th’ development o’
th’ country, t’ th’ many hard winters
th’ snow slid off those perpendicular
shoulders, t’ th’ brave, honest Adam's
apple that throbbed behind that cum
bersome cravat.
“In these Babylonian days o’ dress
an’ diversion when a quart measure is
so small it bruises th’ currants an’ our
women dress ten pounds lighter than
a straw hat it is not possible t’ find.
“Aside From Coon Huntin’ th’ Church Had no Other Opposition.’’
mother made soap with one hand an'
raised nine children with th’ other—th’
days when father made his own plug
terbaeker an’ plowed with a cow?
Those were th' days when th’ magic
lantern an' th’ huskin’ bee furnished
th' sole diversion o’ our half civilized
an' ague stricken ancestors. Aside
from coon huntin' th’ church had no
other opposition. Tday our people mix
pleasure with religion an’ while some
o’ us are goin’ along at a high rate of
speed, ther’s cuns an’ dogmas fer all,
an’ in our lucid intervals we thank th’
Supreme Bein' fer our auto larks an’
cafe seances jist th' same as we do fer
our bountiful crops. T’day we see
more clearly—we know more. Th’
world haint gittin’ worse. It's gittin’
broader an’ more liberal, an’ underly
in’ our escapades an’ seemin’ indiffer
ence i' th’ fundamentals may be found
th’ same ole fashioned respect an' rev
erence fer th' better things o’ life
ready fer any emergency.”
Mountin’ th' rostrum. Miss Ellie
Pine opened up with a witherin’ broad
side which brought th’ audience t’ its
feet, after which she experienced little
difficulty in keepin’ it there. She
said:
“In these days when th' Sunday
with all our boasted civilization, th
counterparts o’ those sturdy God fear
in' patriots an’ home makers cvhose
faded likenesses repose between th' ^
clumsy covers o' th' ole musty album I
in th' garret. '
“We may bathe oftener an’ dress
thinner an’ git more alimony, but we
should not allow our enthusiasm t
make us fergitful o' the fact that we
are payin' a good fancy price fer th
comforts an’ conveniences o' th' age
that while we're in th' swim t'day v, e
may be subpoenaed t’ntorrovv.”
(Protected by Adams New.-p per .S. rvii-ej
Queer Thing About July.
How we came to pronounce July as
we do now, with the accent on the
second syllable, is one of the unsolved
mysteries of speech. Named, of course,
after Julius Caesar, it should really
be pronounced to rhyme with "duly,”
and so our forefathers actually did
pronounce it. Spenser, for instance,
has the line, “Then came hot July
boiling like to fire,” and even so late
as Johnson's time the accent was 9till
on the "Ju.” It is one of many words
which would startle those ancestors
of ours, spoken as we speak them
now.
Getting Warm in a Cold Bed.
Many people have to sleep in cold
rooms in winter, and some, not being
able to warm up readily after entering
the bed, lie awake a long time. Jo
warm up quickly in ft cold bed, lie!
upon the back, with the bedclothes
well tucked in about the neck and
shoulders, draw up and extend one
foot, then the other, alternately, draw
ing the foot up as far as possible. Keep
this up for a few moments; and if
done with vigor, by the time one has
drawn up each leg and straightened it(
out, say, 100 times, one will be in a
glow, and will usually feel sleepy, the
blood having been drawn away from
the brain to the muscles and skin,
Feeble patients can do a few strokes,
and rest a moment or so, and then be
gin again. ^
Variable. \
"How much is that movie star’s an- \
nual income?’’
"It depends,” replied the manager,
"on whether we’re talking to a press
agent or an income-tax official.”
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