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If the Dirty
HOUSE FLY
Was as BIG
As a DOG
WHAT THE HUGE Three-Foot MODEL of Our Summer Pest TEACHES US
By Professor W. PEABODY BARTLETT
THE remarkable model of the Musca domestlca, or
common housefly, which, as everyono knows,
should be called the "typhoid fly," that has re
cently been placed on exhibition In the American Mu
seum of Natural History In New York, has led a number
of people to make the inquiry, "What would happen If
tie housefly -was as big as a dog?" n
' This model is as large as a Boston terrier and startles
early everyone who studios it It is the work of Ignaz
Matauflch, a preparator vat the museum. He was more
than a year working on this, but when it is understood
that this model is sixty-four thousand times as big as
the housefly and that he has reproduced every ono of
tho nine hundred hairs to be found on the fly, putting
each hair In its proper position and giving each its
(proper coloring, something of the immensity of the task
Bay bo understood.
Not only this, but the preparator. has carefully fol
lowed nature and given the model twelve hundred ocelli,
or tiny oyes for the eyes of the fly are compound and
are made up of that number.
Everyono knows by this time what a menace to public
health the common housefly has become; everyone, or
nearly overyono, knows how easily the fly breeds, how
one fly will lay 120 eggs and lu ten days theso eggs have
in turn' become fully de
veloped files. This enables
every female fly to bo a
grandmother plus 12 that
is, there are generally 13
generations springing from
the fly who deposits her
120 eggs in tho Spring.
That theso flies carry
all sorts of germs, and
especially dangerous dis
ease germs, Is well
known. Typhoid germs
are almost always to be
files. It was this Immense
model that set a number
of people to asking what
would happen if all our
flies were as large as that
model.
No plague in history
could comparo with what
would happen If this wero
true. jTho world's popu
lation would bo killed off In a season,
for theso fllos aro found all over tho
world except in tho Arctic regions.
It would bo impossible) to go into de
tail regarding all tho filthy germs
tho common housofllos bring Into tho
homes, but the doadly typhoid germs
will mako an example.
Upon ono of the claws or "toes" of Mr. Matausch's
model, shows Figure 2, which Is magnified 1,500 diam
eters, may bo soon some llttlo whlto spots. Thoso aro
typhoid bacilli. Mr. Matausch studied thousands of fllos
in making his model, and ho found Uio average number
on tho tiny tip of each claw to bo twonty-throo. Just how
many aro on tho sUcky pad of tho foot It Is difficult to
estimate. But, taking tho model as an average (soo A,
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Fig. 1. Modol of Housefly. Fig. 2 Half of a fly'. Foot, Showing at A, Typhoid Bacilli. Fig. 3. A Fly's Foot and Lag. From
Photograph from the American Museum of Natural History, New York
TAKE OFF FAT or Put It On in YOUR BATH-TUB
ROFESSOR FRANZ NAGELSCHMIDT, of Berlin,
Germany, after pointing out the poisons that
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tor nearly two years employed an electric battery for
the reduction of superfluous flesh. This olectrlc battery
produces a "foradlo" current which sets tho llttlo fibres
and strands of your muscles in rhythmic, regular, har
monic vibrations. These muscular movements are at
tuned to tho normal rhythm of a resting muscle in such
way that the muscular motions occur without fatigue
to the hulk of huge flesh.
Briefly, "with this new kind of electricity, Professor
Nagelschmldt is able to exercise the muscles hidden
away by clumps of fat In such a manner that even the -laziest
theatregoer, baseball fan or lobster-palace diner '
- falls to feel tired. Furthermore, the circumambient flesh
eases to dangle as an obstruction to the blood supply,
the heart or the other vital tissues.
With this novel treatment for obesity the breathing
Is undisturbed, the pulse remains normal, and all the
bodily activities remain unaffected. Even a fraction
of the same muscular gymnastics under the old methods
for growing thin, such as rolling, crawling, punching
tho bag and walking, influence the heart action and tho
pulse unfavorably. This latest plan prevents all of this,
does away with "that tired feeling" and eliminates the
oleoginous excess.
Fat, then, according to this "Nagelschmldt electrlo
current" can be turned off and on at will. You may
take on adipose or eliminate as much as you please.
The only, question seems to be one of submitting to
the battery. V .
Another method, of reducing fat to a minimum, avail
able for many who cannot be placed in touch with this
hew electricity, is to artificially produce a current of
electricity la your bath tubs. Although It in not so
reasonable nor yet absolutely oxplalnablo upon our
knowledge of tho impenetrability of tho human skin,
yot it Is a well-proved fact that if Epsom salts or sul
phate of magnesium Is added to tho water of your full
bath, In the course of a few months from fifteen to
thirty poundB will bo eliminated.
Whether this is a mysterious eloctrolytlo action that
lfl set up between your skin and water, or morely
a powerful assault of the salt upon tho usually imper
vious skin has not heen positively determined. Tho
(act, however, remains that Epsom salts In tho bath tub
aids materially in reducing your avolrdupolB.
It is evident from these two procedures that corpulont
persons need not expend all sorts of money upon ovory
published anti-fat remedy. It is far better to apply
these certainly harmless, cleanly and non-fatlgulng
methods dlscovorod by medical men of acknowledged
training than to pick up every catchpenny panacea
with no other support than tho emblazoned words of
AO advertising writer,
flguro 2), it would make forty-six Typhoid germs ah eftc
foot on tho tips of tho claws or toes alone, and with si
feet, which tho fly possesses, thoro would bo a total o:
276 germs on tho tips of the claws. On tho padded feet,
which are sticky (soo 11, Fig .2), thoro would bo 600 of
theso doadly germs, or 30,000 on all the feet This means
thnt ovory housefly as big as a dog would bring Into your
homo, or bring whorovor ho alighted, 192,000,000 typhoid
germs.
Boforo man could kill oft all such fllos ho would din
of typhoid, as with bo many germs about ho could not
hopo to escape Tho hungry fly would leave every book
and papor and dish and bit of food and floor and wall
nnd everything cIbo, Btreots and fences and sidewalks
absolutely covered with typhoid germs within a week.
Evoryono should visit tho museum and study this
model. It furnishes tho boBt Idea of Just how the house
fly brings dirt nnd dlscaso Into tho home.
Flguro 1 Is from n photograph of tho model. Figure 2
shows ono claw from tho Up of tho foot, A Indicating
position of gorms In this claw B showing the sticky pad
which Is covorod with gorms and which the fly drags
nnd wipes over everything ho comes In contact with,
whether it bo your lips or your food or the rubber nipple
of your baby's nursing bottlo. And this pad, being
sticky, enables tho fly to walk upside down. t -also
leaves somo of tho gorms and dirt behind ovory time ho
puts any of his six feet down.
Tho hpusofly cannot blto. But its proboscis, carries
germs, lko Its foot, and tho gorms are In Its digestive
apparatus; bo that flies, dead or nllvo, are a great
dangor and oven tho dirt thoy leave behind them con
tains doadly gorms.
Making Beads Out of June Roses
BEFORE tho roso season closos tho girl
with a fondness for fragranco should
mako several strings of roso boads.
Theso boads retain their porfumo and are
beautiful.
Collect fresh roso petals, run them through
a grindor several times until thoy aro pulpy.
Catch the Julco and mix it back each tlmo.
After thoroughly grinding tho potals tako
two Iron pans; spread tho pulp ovonly ovor
the bottoms of tho pans and sot thorn away
In a cool place for twonty-four hours, until
tho pulp Is black on the ono side. Then turn
It ovor and let It stay on that side until It
Is also black. Do not lot it stay too long in
hot weathor as It might sour a llttlo.
Put it through a grindor again and then
it si ready to form beads. Mako the boads
twice as largo as you want them an they
shrink. Fill a thlmblo full of pulp, then takn
this nndroll around In tho palm of tho hand
or spoon until It Is as round ns you can mako
It.
Repeat this until you have beads formod.
Thon have somo ono hold n hatpin, point up,
nnd string tho boads on tho hat pin. Tako
Bniall plocos of paper about an Inch square.
Put tho bead on tho pinpoint and thon tako
hold of tho comers of tho poper and force
tho boads down tho pin with tho papor, leav
ing each bead on tho pin. This avoids flatten
ing tho onds of tho boads. Fill oach pin full,
not lotting tho beads touch.
It takes about throo days to dry thoroughly.
When thoy aro perfectly hard and Arm, slip
them from tho pin nnd shako and rub them
Kontly in a cloth bag. This polishes thbm.
A llttlo soaking in ollvo oil Improvos the pol
ish. Now wipo dry nnd string orf hoavy
thread or dontal floss with llttlo gold, glass
or coral boads botwoen oach rose bead. It
takes about fifty bonds for a small string.
trf A Strictly Parisian Creation
P.
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The Chic , I
Paruienno
Is Showing
a Great
Fondness for
the Model
Pictured Here.
At the Races .,
and in the
Smartest Cafes
of the
Boulevards
One Sees
Many Black
Milan Hats
Turned
Sharply
Up at the Left
This Chapeau
Is Almost
Universally
Becoming,
But It
Takes Clever
Fingers
to Produce
the Simple
Elegance
with Which
the Black
Satin Folds
Drape the
Crown
and to
Arrange the
Magnificent
Full Plume
at the
Most
Graceful
Angb.
The Field Marshal's Poetry Book
Herman von Edelwald, Prince of
Ilanz, commander in chief of tho
army of the Emperor, was burled
with his own regiment of Lancors
as military escort. Behind tho coffin
came the late warrior's chargor with
empty saddle. He was laid Into the
coffin In his uniform, which might
have been covered with decorations,
but as he would never wear any but
the plain cross, thlB was tho only
one that followed him to his grave.
Jn his hands he held a llttlo blue
poetry book, for this had been tho
last thing ho had asked for. Whon
his last hour approached his Em
peror, who afterward followed be
hind his coffin as principal mournei,
bent ovor him and asked:
"Is thero anything I may do for
you, Prince? The dying man looked
at the table standing near the bed
and whispered: "The casket."
"Do you want me to open It?"
Tho dying general nodded. It was
a small but very costly golden
casket of wonderful beauty, the only
article of luxury in tho plainly fur
nished room.
The Emperor opened it and found
Inside a poetry book.
"Will Your Majesty please lay It
into my hands when I am in my
coffin?" said Prince Ilanz. "I have
neither wife nor child, neither
brother nor sister, but If my Em
peror will do this for me I shall die
happy."
Nobody knew what the little book
contained, except an old white-haired
lady.
Once, many years ago, a young
man spent a whole Summer at Ilanz,
then a fashionable mountain resort
He was an officer on furlough be
cause of a wound in his left arm.
Being an artist, be painted many pic
tures with his right hand whllo rest
ing the left.
Soon after a brother came to Ilanz
with his two young slaters. The
young officer knew them by sight
as they came froia his own home.
He was the Count of Eulensteln
and bis sisters, Augusta and Mar
garet. The Eulcnstelns were very
poor, but could trace their ancestors
back to the time of Charlemagne.
The Count was tall and dark and his
poverty made him appear cold Tind
stiff. His sister Augusta resembled
him in appearance and carried her
self with the dignity of a queen.
Margaret, the younger sister, was
ten years younger. Her face was as
nrJe zs a lily, with a faint touch of
color In tho cheeks. Hor oyos wore
dark blue with long, silky lashes.
The young officer was charmed by
hor beauty. Horman von Edelwald
was a soldier, but In the. prcsonce
of womon he lacked his uaual cour
age He wont to his work as usual
tho next day and all tho following
days, but ho kept his oyo on tho
gate of tho hotol to see when the
Count and his sisters went out for
a walk.
Tho lieutenant sat opposite them
at tho table, and occasionally ho
throw a stolen glance nt Margaret,
but onco his eyes met the Count's,
Which were hard and cold like steel.
Next day Margaret , had changed
her seat. The Count sat opposite
him now and between the two sis
ters was an empty chair, which was
soon taken by a young officer whom
Edelwald know. His name was Gels
mar and he was tho son of an enor
mously wealthy official. It was not
very long before Edelwald dlscovorod
that he was tho favored suitor for
Margarot's hand. Margaret, though,
did not address a single word to her
neighbor.
Tho lieutenant rose from the table
and took a long walk, but he felt as
It tho whole world had suddenly
grown dark.
After that day Margaret grew
paler and more tired, and very often
she did not appear in tho dining
room, but had her meals brought to
her room.
One evening In September Gels
mar dined with some friends from
the recent campaign. Edelwald was
also among the guests. Wine flowed
and Qelsmar, who was usually ex
ceedingly reserved, grow quite elo
quent. The others teased him be
cause ho stayed so long in Ilanz
and. he made no secret of tho fact
that It was because his father had
taken It Into his head that he must
marry the youngest Countess Eulen
steln, though personally bo did not
want to marry a delicate and sickly
girl and had quite made up his
mind to fight her brother rather
than marry a " ," the French
word he used was not a pretty one.
The words had barely left his lips
when Hermann von Edelwald stood
up and struck him In the face. The
next morning thoy fought, Edelwald
ran his sword through Qelsmar's
shoulder, and could havo killed him
had he wanted to. As soon as the
wound had been bandaged, Edelwald
walked up to bun and said: "You
must not eond tho letter to your
fathor you spoko of. I forbid you
to break off with Countess Eulon
stoln." i
"And who are you that you try to
command me, may I nsk."
"You will oboy or I swear that I
will kill you like a dog. If you
caiiBe Margaret von Eulonstoln a
slnglo moment's pain I will kill you
on tho spot."
Despite tho wonderful mountain
air,, and all the doctors could do, and
In spite of Qelsmar's sudden tender
ness, the young girl grew rapidly
worse. Everybody oxcopt tho Count
and Augusta suw that she was dying,
but theso two hnd no other thought
than to havo the engagement made
public.
Ono o'arly morning. Margaret died
and her cheeks woro no paler In
death than they had boon during hor
lost days. Tho Count and Augusta
were In despair, thoy had nover
doubted that tholr sister would ro
cover and with her death all their
plans vanished.
Late In tho afternoon a visitor
was announced. On tho card stood
"Llputonant Hermann, Count von
Edolwald."
"It Is the young painter," said
Augusta, "I wondor what he wants."
"A visit of condolence, I suppose,"
said her brother, "but I never knew
he was a Count"
Tho young Ueutonant entered and
expressed his sympathy In simple
words, that went straight to their
hearts.
"I am an artist as well as a sol
dier and it would give mo great
pleasure If you would let mo paint
your sister's portrait and give It to
you In momeory of hor."
The Count was about to rofuse but
Augusta stopped him.
"Nothing could make me more
happy," she said, "for we have no
portrait of Margaret since she was
a child."
The Count's brow darkened and
he said impatiently. "And how do
you know that this gentleman Is
able to paint her portrait?''
"His face tells me so," said
Augusta, who had a 'Woman's Intui
tion. As the lieutenant was about to
start ho received a letter ordering
him to Join his regiment He figured
out that he had only six hours In
which to carry out his promise, but
as Augusta removed the whle cloth
which covered the dead girl's faco
ho know that ho could do It
Ho began working "slowly, careful
ly studying tho features ho lovedTao
until thoy enmo back to life In Tils
mind. His brush workod more and
more swiftly xand It was no longer
nocossary to look nt tho dead.
Tho church bollB wero rlnglngtha
Angelus nnd tho carrlago he had
ordorcd was at tho door as he put
the last touches to the picture.
Augusta stood up and looked p.t
it with tho slncerest admiration.
"It Is wondorful," she exclaimed.
"It Ik our dear Margarot Just as
she looked whon sho left schooliBut
how have you boon ablo to jpalnt
this? You have nevor seen her look
llko that. It is a miracle." '
"I loved her," said tho lieutenant
quietly, salutod nnd left, nnd Augus
ta was alono with the portrait of a
charming, smiling young girl, a per
fect Image of her sister whose eyes
woro closed forovor.
As she went back to cover the face
of the body Bhe saw a smile on the
Hps which had not been thoro before.
It wbb llko a reflection of the hap
piness -In tho face of the girl -Hermann
bad painted, "because he loved
her."
The day after tho funeral Augusta
found the llttlo bluo poetry book
among bor sister's things. She
opened It and found copies of. the
poems the young girl had love4 but
on tho last pages Bhe had written the
story of her untold love. Or the
last page, which had not been fin
ished, Augusta read:
"To-day I stood near him for a
short moment ns he returned with
his brushes and sketch book.. His
arm touched mine. I know It was
quite accidental, but If Augusta had
not caught my arm I should- havo
fainted. Oh, how I wish I mlght-Jlve
a llttlo longer, now that I know" how
I lovo him "
ThlB had been written the day be
fore Margaret died.
The Count came In just then and
Augusta hid tho book In her pqeket
"This is intended for no mart's
eyes for nobody's eyes but for
mine.'' She went back Into the
death chamber and while Bhe stood
there looking at the picture which
was now almost dry, she seemed to
seo a new light In the eyes Edel
wald had painted.
"Yes, for one other's eyes," she
whispered, as Bhe wrapped up ihe
book and addressed It tn Eflclwftfd'sj
regiment.
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