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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: SEPTEMBER 80; 1917.
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HOW JHE TINY ANT
HOLDSSUPREM AGY
Under Microscope Ha Shows
Traits of Strength Not
Visible to Observer's
Naked Eye.
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
While the two ant-lions lay side by
side, bufied up to the neck in sand
the bottom of their conical den,
and with the six eyes on each side
of their heads greedily watching, the
elder said to his companion:
"Now keep yoifr jaws wide
stretched, and an ant may come
tumbling down at any moment and
you must seize him at once before he
recovers his wits. Get him by the
neck, and bang his head against the
sand. Look out for his niopers, for an
ant, if he gets a hold, will hang on
even after his head is off. I'll give
you the first chance, and will help
you if you need me."
If you had looked down into that
pif with a powerful reading glass you
would have shuddered at the sight of
those four terrible, curved mandibles,
mysteriously rising out of the sand,
motionless as the jaws - fa steel trap,
while the battery of twelve eyes
glittered like needle points. Half an
hour may have elapsed before any
thing occurred.
Black Ant Runs Out.
Then a , black ant ran out of a
nearby thicket of dry, dusty, grass,
and zig-zagged swiftly about the
sandy plain until he came upon the
verge of the excavation. There he
abruptly stopped, and his restless an
tennae nervously investigated the
steep slope of sand. In an instant he
had set a little avalanche in motion,
his footing gave way, and wildly
struggling to get grip on the treach
erous slope, down he went!
"Now! Now!" said the older lion,
"Grab him!"
The pupil made an awkward at
tempt to Seize the ant as it tumbled
against him, but, distracted by the
rattling sand, he failed to get a grip, ,
and quick as lightning the ant was J
half way up the yielding slope, Strug- j
gling with the fury of desperation,:
and actually making head against the :
constantly renewed downpour of loos-
ehed sand.
"Stupid!" exclaimed the old lion.1
"Out of my way, quick!"
Disengaging himself, he instantly
shoveled a load 'of sand on his broad
head, and shot it, like s discharge of
grape from a gun at the escaping in
sect. The cha.ge struck above the
quarry, and the ant, aHough half
buried by descending sand, got a hold
with one leg on a projecting pebble
that was solidly embedded in the wall,
and for the moment saved itself.
Persistence is What Wins.
In less than a second another;
charge of sand was hurled upon it,'
and the ant rolled upon its back,
but with outstretched leg, it still
maintained its hold. Painfully pull
ing itself up as the Sand slipped
away, it succeeded in fastening a
second leg upon the anchored
pebble. The young ant-lion was
thrilled with excitement, and ut
tered gleeful exclamations in a pho
netic pitch beyond the range of the
human ear. "Bring him dovynl
Bring him down I" he cried.
He was as happy as a boy watch
ing the stoning of a squirrel. The
old lion ' orked with the steadiness
and- remorselessness of the operator
of a machine "gun. Load after load
of sand he jerked ror.i his capacious
head, his aim improving with prac
tice, until at last the battered ant
released its grasp and rolled quick-'
ly down into the merciless jaws
awaiting it :
When the two comrades in the,
pit had finished their fiast the elder
plated the remains n his head aUd
phot them over the top of the wall.
Then, in the sam. manner, he
hurled out the sand that had accu
mulated at the bottom of the cone,
and removed the pebble, half way
up the slope, that had so nearly
proved the salvation. of the unfortu
nate ant.
Advice of the Wise Ant.
"You must always keep your
slopes even and slippery," he said,
"and whatever is too big and heavy
to be shot out must be buried at
the bottom. Keep the pit clean
"The Youth of the Great Republic," in Ak-Sar-Ben Parade
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that chance and the courage and
strength of his comrade had pro
vided, and perhaps he was ignomi
niously driven away, I really do not
know hw it came out.
Japan Seeking the
Match Trade of the World
There was a time when Japan made
matches for the entire eastern world
and many countries in the west. Lack
of standardization and export of
goods of inferior quality by some of
the makers has greatly injured the
match trade in recent years. A con
ference was recently held in Tokio
at which the min ster of commerce
was present. Practically every sec
tion of Japan where matches are
made was represented.
Mr. Oka, director of the commer
cial and industrial bureau, recom
mended a definite scheme for stand
ardization of matches for export. His
plans were' adopted, and all Japanese
matches made by the Federation of
Japanese Match Manufacturers will
he examined hereafter at Kobe and
Osaka before exportation. A high
standard will be restored and the
United States may expect to see
Japanese matches take the 'ace of
the Swedish article, now almost gone
from the market. East and West
1 News.
and neat; that is the first require
ment of decency as well as of effi
ciency. I detest a dirty, cluttered pit.
No honest-minded .nt-lion would
stay in such a place. When the walls
becqme too much furrowed' by s'ides
you must either enlarge your pit or
abandon it and dig another.
"With care, good luck, good weath
er arid godd judgment in selecting
your location, you may make a pit
last as long as you need it, and have
plenty of juicy game. Upon the
whole I like ants best, although they
have got a poisonous bite and are
dreadfully quick. When you catch
them on first descent they are too
much .confounded1 to make trouble
You were disgracefully awkward
with that fellow 1 When they get
away and try to climb up the slope
you must act quickly.
"Bombard them as fast as you can.
and when they come down remem
ber to get them by the neck instant
ly. I hate beetles, but flies are excel
lent, although it is rare indeed that
one can be caught.- Spiders are good,
too, if they are not too big and ac
tive; but bees are terrors. They
carry an awful weapon, and it's
lucky that they very seldom get into
a pit."
Combat to the Death.
Just at this moment there was a
commotion at the top of the pit and
a buzzing, angry bee, one of whose
wings had been injured, came slid
ing down with a rush of sand.
"Hang the beast" cried the old lion.
"Now look out for yourself 1"
The struggling bee, with its sting
er darting out like a impier, fought
madly. The younger ant-lion, seized
with terror, laboriously climbed to the
top and carefully watched the battle
from a safe place. But the old fel
low was no coward. Slow though he
was on his legs, he was quick enough
with his jaws. The bee jabbed him
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once or twice, but did not reach his
vitals.
.The terrible buzzing and the flying
sand filled the fascinated watcher with
consternation. Round and round and
over and under in the pit whirled and
fought the desperate combatants. At
last the lion got his stout antago
nist by the body and lifting him clear
dashed his head again and again
against the packed sand at the bot
tom until the bee's one uninjured
wing ceased to buzi.his useless sting
hung motionless like the sword of a
broken armed champion, a shiver ran
through his stiffening legs and then
a new shade entered the ghost world
of the insects.
The almost exhausted victor said
something like "phcwl" and remained
motionless for a time, recovering him
self, while the fugitive lescended the
wall to rejoin him. Perhaps the young
lion " as forgiven for hu flight ana
permitted to share the rare banquet
Arthur Brisbane Gives
Lesson in Advertising
Mr. Arthur Brisbane, the famous
journalist, who has recently bought
Ihe Washington Times from Mr. Mun
sey, is, as is well known, also one
of the best essayists on advertising.
His ideas on this subject are illus
trated in the following story once
told by him:
"I recall when the United Cigar
stores were first started by Mr.
Whelan. He told me he had been
advertising, but without any results.
I said to him:
" 'You advertise as my cat walks
into the room. If I don't see her by
accident I don't know she's there.
" 'You advertise as if you went to
the cigar cou.iter in a hotel and told
th oirl vnn were selling cicrars and
J asked how much the note! would
'charge you to whisper the fact. She
told you a whisper would cost you $5,
and then you asKea ner now mucn
for a yell. When she told you $50,
vou handed over $5 and said you'd
take one whisper.
" 'Vnn ubisnered. but nobodv heard
you, and you left the hotel imagining
that you had saved $45, when you
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"No matter what you say with the
written or spoken word, you must say
it as if it had never been said before.
I'd be ashamed to write an advertise
ment that was not looked at by every
reader the paper had. You must write
an advertisement so that people will
see, will read, will understand and
will believe
Joseph H. Choate's
Tribute to Roscoe Conkling
Roscoe Conkling, who was the chief
opposing counsel to Joseph H. Choati
in the so-called "Huntington casei,"
never ceased to express his apprecia-,
tion and gratitude tor the tribute and
compliment which Mr. Choate paid
him on one of the trials. It was Sen-
ator Conkling's first appeatance at
the bar, following his retirement from
his somewhat tempestuous career ia
politics and in the United States sen
ate. Mr. Choate, with that inimita
ble grace and courtesy of which he
was at all times in command, wel
comed his eminent friend back to the
liar "a man who has come through
the fire and smoke of the giettest
political battles of our time with ab
solutely no taint upon his garments." ,
It was in his summing up in the first
trial of those cases that Mr. Choate
made his startling application to Sen
ator Conkling of the familiar quota
tion from "Hamlet," beginning:
See, what a itrao w teated on this brews ,
Hyppi-lnn' curls; Ih front of Jov hlmwlf;
and ending:
A combination and a form lnd4, ,
Whcra ovory god did team to let hla 11
To (ive tha world auuranca of a man.
The aptness of the quotation and
the full force of the compliment can
be understood only by those who re- ;
member the great impressiveness of '
the Conkling "front" and the "curta"
gracefully falling on the "brow," a
manly "combination," jr. perfect
"form "-William V. Rowe in Case
and Comment.
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