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THE LITTL
By JAMES V
l'When Rodney Pinkham appeared
among the candidates for the Valley
side Academy football team, the coach
smiled.
What's your name?' he asked.
"Rodney W. Pinkham, sir."
"You 4'ant to play football?"
Yes~ air.
"Why," said the coach good na
tredly, "you're no bigger than a
Christmas candle!"
The boys who heard him laughed,
but Pinkham was not disturbed.
"I weigh more than you'd think,
fr,"; he said. "I weigh one hundred
and i eight and one-quarter pounds,
and most of it is muscle, sir."
Tie coach smiled again.
"4Vell, Mr. Christmas Candle Pink
he said. "I like your spirit,
y; and we'll see what you can
4 ."
The first day there were exactly
thirty-four men at practice, and when
three elevens lined up for signal
Actice, Pinkham found himself the
e left over. But he trotted along
sbAide the coach without the least
-s n ,of .annoyance, looking up at him
esiously-land listening attentively to
"utbe said. The coach put him in
[end for the last five minutes of
Iwmation work.
T."'~When' it was over, be had all the
candidates run from one end of the
del to the other. Little Pinkham
ftished sixth. "Hello!" said the
oach. "You can run, can't you?"
"Yes, sir," said Pinkham.
e next day was rainy, and only
t twenty boy camp ont. One
e andle!" said Tommy Hor
to, the halfback, Winking to big
Sloan, the centid. "Aren't you afraid
ibe rain'll melt you?"
"No, sir," . answered Pinkham.
.After a moment he smiled, a shy,
embarrassed smile. "I guess that was
a joke, wasn't it?" he said. Sloan
aqd: Horton doubled themselves up
with laughter. After that every one
ocalled-him "Candle" Plnkh~am.
He appeared on the field every day,
2or shine. Fnthn11 was hi_ pas
the~
se , he
~ould
nnosnto dodge.
- laying end on
the proudest
out you, Can
* d. . "It's a
ou play, you
L enjoy it so much."
"Why, don't you think it's fun,
~sir?" asked Pinkham, wonderingly.
Valleyside had excellent prospects
-that year. Sloan, the centre; Jimmy
Edwards, the quarterback and cap
tain, and Horton, the left half, were
all remarkable players, and the rest
of the eleven were at least avetage,
with the exception of the right end.
After three weeks the make-up of the
K team had been practically settled,
save for that end position. After the
Mountfort game, Edwards and the
.coach were talking, it over.
"There's just one man in Valley
side who could make good there, I'm
perfectly sure," said Edwards. "That's
Babb. But he won't comes out, con
:found him! You know he played for
'Blount School last season, and he was
-a star. When I heard he was coming
here, I gave up worrying about one
end. But I've talked to him a dozen
times, and I can't move him; he won't
-try."
"What's the matter with him?"
~asked the coach.
"He's got a bee in his bonnet,"
answered Edwards, crossly. "He says
he ,doesn't like the game."
"Why not?"
"Says it's bad' for a man. He isn't
-afraid of getting'hurt, either; bpt you
see, he was ruled off twice for hitting
P .a man last year, and he has never got
over It. I don't .think he's a dirty
player; they say he had provocation
both times. But he's a queer .chap;
I can't make him out. He says that
he loses his temper when he plays,
-and does things he has no business
-to do, and so he has made up his mind
not to play."
"He'd better make up his niind .to
keep his temper," said the coach.
"That's what I told him," Edwards
-replied. "But he said he had an idea
that if you found you couldn't re
.sist temptation, the next best thing
was to avoid It, and that was what he
meant to do. And I can't get another
.thing out of him."
"Well," said the coach, "if we can't
-'get him, we can't. Now I'll tell you
something, Jimmy. I'm half-inclined
to give young Pinkham a show at
Edwards. "The
e he's awfully
and fast, and
urt. He's far
dithful worker
on. the squad; you can absolutely de
pend on him to do as he's told; and
-best of all, he's got football sense."
"There's something in what you
-say," admitted Edwards, thoughtful
ly. Then he laughed. "What do
.you think I saw him doing yesterday
noon? Throwing a football up oni
that sloping roof at the west end of
~the dormitory, and catching it as it
~came off. It would bounce every way,
.and now and then he'd miss it; and
'when he did, he'd fall on It every
~time; he never picked it up once!"
S"Oh, he loves the game, all right,"
sa~id the coach.
That afternoon, when the coached
D LOVE.
'Thou art a dream." said Love to Life,
'Bct - am rea'-ard Life-replied:
"A-dram-.am. . .and real-are you?
T)hej let us to .ourselves be true;"
d loidlr Litghea and ian awaY
bsk 'and bath -to throb with jo1,
.irdle the world in fond embrace,
d Love-lay Aead, no longer free.
-John Raleiglh, in Gunter's.
i
E CANDIE.
rEER LINN.
practIce, he called:
"Pinkham, you take right end!'
Tho boy actually jumped.
-What, sir-I?" he said.
"Hurry up!" answered the coach.
And Pinkham's eyes shone like the
candles he was named for as he
trotted to his place.
The game that week was with
Neoka. The field wgs wet and the
ball slippery. The, first .time CFommy
Horton was given the ball, -he
squeezed it out of his arms before he
was fairly started.
There was a wild scramble. When
the players of both sides were un
tangled, at the bottom was Cs.ndle
Pinkham, the ball hugged tight to
his stomach. Valleyside made three
more fumbles in the first ten minutes,
and in two out of the three little
Pinkham saved the ball. Then Val
leyside braced and scored.
- 'Rah, 'rah, 'rah, Horton!" yelled
the crowd; and then, after a moment,
" 'Rah,'rah,'rah, Pinkham! " Through
the dirt on his face the boy's embar
rassed smile made.its way.
Neokia kicked off, and the running
and smashing began again. So, also,
did the fumbling. At last Valleyside's
right half got the ball, circled .the op
posing end, but was caught by the de
fensive halfback; and as he was
tackled the ball flew high and wide.
Pinkham, racing behind, caught it
on a 'lucky bound, and pushed on; but
the opposing fullback tackled him
squarely, and down they went in a
heap. Noaka's captain and right
tackle, a boy weighing a hundred and
seventy pounds, came up, and just as
.the referee's whistle blew, hurled
hmself squarely upon Pinkham and
HE worst form I have .v
was one that was introd
I was a boy, by a Yan
who came along and taught
ingg He taught geograpb
4w accuracy o* re.~mory with patr
Scation th'.e to the tune of Yar
Swell as an aid to the memory
je went into business it often li
W boy got a situation in a groc
j waiting for their change, he c
Stwo numbers without comme:
table and singing up until he
-, In case the customer's ears hac
Straining, this practice often
Sstore.-Horace Porter. Spee<
land SocIety, December 22, 1!
the fullback. There was a roar and a
hiss from the stands. When Horton
and the referee pulled the men apart,
little Pinkham did not move.
"Dirty! Dirty! Take him out!"
yelled the stands. The umpire slapped
the Neoka captain on the shoulder.
"Get off the field!" he said, curtly.
"Quick, now!"
"What for?" asked the boy, an
grily.
"You know very well," said the
umpire. "You heard the whistle,
didn't you? I won't have any dirty
lay here. You get out."
The Valleyside coach was working
over Pinkham. The boy gasped and
drew his legs up to his body; then he
shook himself and opened his eyes.
"I'm-I'm all right, sir," he said.
"I guess I had my wind knocked out,
that's all."
"Can you stand?" asked the coach.
"Of course I can," said Plnkham,
getting unsteadily to his feet. "I'm
all right."
"It was a dirty play," said the
coach. "They've ruled him off."
"Who?" asked Plnkham, wonder
ingly.
"Briggs, the man who jumped on
you after you were down."
"Oh, but," cried Pinkham, eagerly,
"that's not fair' He ought not to be
ruled off. I wasn't down-not
stopped, anyway. I think-I'm pretty
sure I could have got free. I-was
trying awfully hard."
"But the whistle blew," said the
coach.
"I didn't hear it," said Pinkham,
"and I don't think they ought to rule
him off."
"What's that?" demanded the
referee, who was standing by them.
Pinkham explained again, in his shy,
serious, embarrassed fashion.
"Well!" said- the referee. He
called .to the umpire. '"Here, Dick,
listen to this!" Both teams were
gathered round now.
"Well," said the umpire to Ed
wards, "what do you say, Valley
side?"
"Let him play," said Edwards.
"All right," answered the umpire,
briefly. "As you say." The stands
had been looking on In curiosity.
When it was all explained, and both
Briggs and little Pinkham .took their
places again in the line-up, there was
wild cheering from both sides.
In the second half Valleyside
fumbled less, but Neoka began to find
herself. Again and again she sent
her right half round Pinkham's end.
Again and again little Rodney sifted
through the interference and got ,the
man, but his lack of weight had its
effect, for he could not always hold
him; the runner would crawl forward
two, three, four yards.
Finally, near the close of the game,
he broke loose altogether, the full
back missed him clean on an easy
tackle, and Neoka scored a .touch
down. They missed the goal, how
ever, and the game ended six to five in
'favor of Valleyside. But little Pink
Iham was broken-hearted.
coach.: T0m--I'm too'..iht"
eyes were full of teas-. -
"Nonsense!" said the coach. "You
played a good game, Pinkham. Don't
you fret. I wish you were twenty or
.thirty pounds heaiier,, but yoi; did
your level best, and that's all any
body can do."
"I'm too lightl" repeated Pinkham,
mournfully.
"It's perfectly true," said the coach
afterward to Edwards. "He is too
light. I'm afraid RoCkville will
smash things up round his end. What
do you say we play Horton with him
on .that side of the line?"
"It wouldn't do," said Edwards.
"It would only weaken the other end
and throw Tommy all off."
"Well, anyway," said the coach,
"Pinkham keeps end-that's settled.
He's the best man that's played there,
l spite of his weight, and he's a
dandy little sportsman, besides."
"He's all that," admitted the cap
tain. "But I wish that man Babb
would come out!"
"Why don't you make one more
try?" asked the coach.
"I think I will," said Edwards.
Early on Monday afternoon he
went to Babb's room.
"Look here, Babb," he said, "I'm
no beggar, but I've.got something to
say to you." He outlined the situa
tion, and ended, "Now the school
needs you; will you come out?"
Babb, a tall, dark, quiet young fel
low, listened in silence. When Ed
wards had finished, he answered:
"To tell the truth, Edwards, I've
been thinking the thing over, and I
guess I was wrong. Yes, I'll come
out."
"Good!" said Edwards. "To-day?"
"To-day, certainly. When I make
up my mind, I make it up."
The captain, overjoyed, hastened to
find the coach. On the way one
thought troubled him a little-the
recollection that when Babb came
on, little Candle Pinkham must be
dropped.
"It's tooconfoundedly bad,-" agreed
the coach. "I never coached any boy
I. liked more than that little chap.
But if Babb makes good, it's got to be
done, and he'll be the first to see it."
"Yes, that's true," said Edwards.
Babb came out, and little Pinkham
retired to .the scrub, where he played
as faithfully and apparently with as
much enjoyment as on the first
eleven. In three weeks more came
the great game with Rockville, and
Valleyside won. Babb was every
where on the field-he shared the
r known an invention to take
uced in a country town, when
kee of musical turn of mind, ip
avery branch of education by
y by singing, and to combine -
otism, he taught the multipli
ktee Doodle. This worked very
In school, but when the boys e
d to Inconvenience. When a g?
ery store and customers were
:>uld never tell the product of
cing at tihe beginning of the
had reached those numbers.
not received a proper musical
Injured the business of the &)
tt at dinner of the New Eng- g
77. ,
laurels equally with Jimmy Edwar.
After the game was over, and the
shouiting, there was, as usual, a big
dinner, at which the head master pre
sided. He spoke, and the coach
spoke, and the captain, and then there
were cries for Babb. The boy rose,
tall, cool, master of himself.
"You fellows will excuse me, I
think, if I say owe or two words abott
,myself," he began, "for they're only
'the preface to what I really want to
tell you. You know I wouldn't come
out for the .team at first, and I think
many of you know why. Last year I
was ruled off twice for slugging. I
knew I meant to be a gentleman, and
I figured that it was the game that
was bad, because I was ungentleman
ly when I played it.
"Well, you saw the Neoka game,
and what happened there; and you
remember what little Pinkham did."
" 'Rah, 'rah, 'rah, Pinkhlam!" cried
somebody far down the table. But
Babb went right on!
"That set me to thinking. It
seemed to me If a boy could love
the game as he did, and yet be as
square, as he was, the game could .'t
be all bad; perhaps there was some
thing wrong with me. On .the next
Monday afternoon Captain Edwards
asked me again to go out, and I said
I would. I did, and I played as well
as I knew how; and because I was
big and husky and lots older than
Pinkham, I made the team, and he
went back to the scrub. And now
I'm going to tell you the real reason
why I went out to practice. It wasn't
only what Plnkham did at Neoka; it
wasn't at all because Captain Ed
wards came and asked me on Monday
afternoon. It was because little Pink
ham came himself on Monday morn
ing and begged %me with tears In his
eyes to go out and play, when he
knew that if I made good, it would
mean putting him off the team; and I
said I would. And I swore if a boy
who loved football as much as he did
was that kind of a chap, I'd stick at
it as long as I could, and keep my
temper while I played it--and I mean
to!"
He sat down sud.denly, and because
the speech and the emotion were both
unexpected, the boys were quite still
for a moment.
The head master leaned over to the
coach, smiling.
"How far that little candle throws his
beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty
world!"
he quoted.'. -
Up jumped the coach.
"The Little Candle!" he cried.
"Now, boys, three good ones for Little
Candle Pinkham!"
And he, with shy, small, embar
rassed smile, sat wondering what it
was reasily all about-Youth's Coin
panion.
A fj~tture of a new German system
of te photography is that the wire
usedel~o trasmit a picture may be
useC. sfor telephoning at the same
tim .
PROCEAN.. RAUFTHE "TOOTH
MOST SACRED'REUC OF THE
BUDDHIST FAITH. -
Ebharts 1- Crrtecns Trappin;;sa-HerdS,
Tcmtom Beaters, lanner Bearers and Devil
Dancers That Take Part in the Ceremony
---Exposnl the Relic on th e Temple Steps
The Kandy Perahera is the Arabian.
Nights and Walpurgis Night in one.
Ten days before the August full
moon, when the dusk wraps the little
hill capital of Ceylon in a purple haze,
the tomtoms that blare out every
evening from the Dalada Maligawa
(Temple of the Tooth) are met by
an answering sound from the Nata
Dewale (Hindu temple). A little
procession sets forth. A boy leads
the way, holding in his hand a strange
iron instrument shaped like a pipe,
with a long handle and a .long bowl
filled with flaring cocoanut oil. Ne
hind him come the tomtom beaters
and men bearing Buddha's banners
and a temple kapurala (official), with
his flat white pincushion cap. On his
bare brown shoulders he bears a
pingo (yoke), hung at each end with
garlands of flowers.
The little procession circles the
shrine. It is strange and arresting
in the dimness and aloneness of the
dewale (a large enclosed space),
where the great white dagoba (usual
ly a bell shaped erection containing
a sacred relic) looms up and the
sacred bo tree rustles night and day
-and there are many little white
shrines strewn with temple flowers
and marigolds. The kapurala passes
into the shrine, the little boy beats
out the flaming cocoanut oil, the men
furl their flags and the tomtom beat
ers steal away. Within the shrine on
a flat white stone lie the portions of
ehela tree and jak tree and the cocoa
nut flowers and .the jasmine blossoms
whicn symbolize the beginning of the
Perahera.
Three nights later the real Pera
hera begins and lasts for ten nights.
The culminating night Is the full
moon and the next day the proces
sion takes place in the daytime.
Every night it increases in splendor,
writes Bella Sidney Woolf, in the
Queen. It is seen at its best from the
Octagon, the highest portion of the
Temple of the Tooth. The quad
rangle in front of the temple is a
dim, dark plain, faintly lit. by torch
light; along the road and on the walls
the people swarm-a sea of dusky,
eager faces. Looking down from the
balcony of the Octagon, dimly under
the archway of the temple gate, is
seen the huge form of an elephant
swaying slowly -.o and fro. The stone
passage leading from the shrine is
brightly lit with torches-the painted
reliefs of tortures and devils on the
walls show up against the night.
Suddenly the distant noise of tom
toms coming nearer and nearer, and
along the road .that stretches away
in the darkness beyond the tem
ple come the four Peraheras (pro
cessions) from the four dewale
(shrines). A b'are and a flare-a
medley of elephants and whirling,
twisting, frenzied devil dancers.
Kandyan chiefs in their wonderful
swathed white garments, headmen
and villagers and tomtom beaters.
The great elephants are .trapped in
red and gold, with long masks over
their heads and trunks. There are
slits for their eyes; they look like
grin, uncanny monsters masquerad
ing. A dragon in fa'ncy dress would
create an equally curious impression.
There are men with long; glitter
ing fans, men with gold and silver
umbrellas perched, aloft on the ele
phants' backs. It is an orgy of red
and gold 'and silver, and flickering,
glaring lights and dancing shadows
and jangling of elephant bells and
throbbing of tomtoms and wild shouts
of joy and the clanking of devil
dancers' armlets and anklets. The
whole procession moves slowly, as if
detached from the hurlyburly that
surrounds it. At the gate of the tem
ple they halt.
The great gold rundoli (palanquin)
is carried down the stone gallery and
placed on the elephant's back, over
the gold and crimson embroideries
which deck him. Then a white cloth
is laid down. The golden carandua
(Casket of the Sacred Tooth) is to
be brought out-the Tooth. of Gnu
tama Buddha, the most sacred relic
of the Buddhist faith. .The Diwa
Nilami, a Kandyan chief and guardian
of the temple, comes forward out of
the shadow. He is a magnificent fig
ure, tall and stately, with flowing
gray beard and piercing eyes set deep
in his impassive brown face.
He wears a jacket, something'like
a zou: ve jacket, with large sleeves
to the elbow, gold buttons, and
swathed round his waist till he is the
shape of a pegtop at its broadest, are
folds upon folds of white muslin. It
takes him two hours to dress in .this
fashion. He wears white gaiters,
frilled round the ankles; his feet, of
course, are bare. On his head is:
flat white pincusion cap, and his gray
hair is twisted in a knot like a wom
an's at the back.
The great moment has come. The
tooth in its gold carandua wrapped in
a silken covering Is brought out by
the Diwa Nilami. He hands It to the
kapuralas, who reverently place It In
the golden palanqnin. A detonator
Is let off with a terrif~c bang and scat
tering of sparks from the topmost
point of the temple. The tomtoms
crash out, men and women shout for
joy, the elephant bells ring, the devil
dancers leap high in the air.
Then comes the most Impressive
moment of the whole Perahera. The
great elephant, bearing the relic,
lurches forward from the dimness of
the archway, the torchbearers run
alongside, and as he steps majestical
ly through the main entrance he and
his golden burden are shown up in
relief against the glare of the torches,
silhouetted in the square of .the arch
way, darkness around him--the very
centre of the procession.
Then he marches slowly down the
steps and into the road. The Diwa
Nilami comes down. The devil
dancers prostrate themselves In .the
ust before him. Two smaller ele
Iphants form up alongside the bearer
ogh1e tooth and the whole procession
Is. in motion. It moves along the
sid j the lake, a glowini; serpent,
'a g slowly, weirdly. It disap
'C
pf.rs in thA distance. The sound of
the Atomtoms comes at last fitfully,
addhe squir is almost silent.
Then again the sound draws nearer
and the throb,- thrqb; tarob. of the
toto's, becomes more imsistent.
The Dalada MaligawaPmber i.! re
turning. Again the blare and the
flare, and the procession, ccmesto-the
gate of the temple. Tie tomtom
beatars go before; the temple
kapuralas and attendants, the men
with golden umbrellas and the men
with the fans swarm over the wails
helter-skelter like a stage crowd.
Then the Diwa Nilami paces slowly
through the archway, and the great
elephant follows. The same cere
mony is observed at the removal of
.the carandua from the palanquin.
In the lamplight between two rows
of brown, eager faces the Diwa Nilami
goes with stately step through the
temple. bearing the carandua in the
silken cloth, amid the deafening din
of .tomtoms and golden trumpets
(nagasinnam) and tambourines. He.
passes through the doorway that
leads to the shrine-the music is
hushed. Men follow with all the
other trappings and accoutrements.
The tomtom beaters pack up their
instruments in cloths. The play is
ended for the night. Only the sound
of elephant bells breaks the stillness
of the moonlit night-tinkling, clang
ing, ting-a-ling-as they tether the
elephants, the great andsmall, in the
courtyard of the temple under the
palm trees.
Pigeon Photographers.
By PRISCILLA LEONARD.
A German genius, Dr. J. Neubron
ner, of Kronberg, has been experi
menting with carrier pigeons as pho
tographers of bird's-eye views. Dr.
Neubronner's father, a Kronberg
apothecary, was a carrier pigeon en
thusiast, and organized a sort of rural
delivery by providing country doctors
round Kronberg with pigeons, to
which the prescriptions were en
trusted. These the birds brought to
the shop more quickly than any hu
man messenger could do.
Dr. Neubronner, the son, added to
this messenger service a parcel post.
He sent some of his pigeons to the
wholesale dealers of whom he bought
his drugs. Whenever he needed any
medicament in a great hurry, he
would telephone or telegraph for it,
and the dealer would attach a tiny
pack to the pigeon's back, and dis
patch it at once. A vigorcus pigeon
can carry seventy-five grains' weight
in ,this wa7.
But one pigeon was false to its
trust. It never came home with its
burden for a month after Its release.
Where had it bken? It occurred to
Dr. Neubronner that it might be pos
sible to fit such a wandering pigeon
with a tiny camera, and see where it
had been from the pictures it brought
home!
Now the German Patent Office has
granted patent rights to Dr. Neubron
ner for this idea, and the German
War Office is a partner in .the under
taking, and hopes through it to get
views of jealously guarded frontier
fortresses. The apparatus that Dr.
Neubronner has devised slings the
camera In a kind of harness over the
pigeon's shoulders and back, so as
not to interfere with its flight. The
films are four by five'centimeters in
size. A small india-rubber ball, al
lowing the air to escape, effects the
opening of the shutter at regular In
tervals, so .that eight bird's-eye views,
with half a minute's interval between
each, have repeatedly been secured.
A transportable cote and dark room
are provided for the training, feeding
and transportation of the pigeons, and
the development of .the photographs.
The Technical World, which describes
the new invention, gives two views
taken by pigeon photographers, one
of the imperial park at Friedrichshof
Castle, which is jealously kept pri
vate, and another of some works,
which shows the place and even the
details of the buildings .to some ex
tent.
The German War Office is consid
ering the practical use of these pigeon
photographers in connection with war
balloons. The balloon could be sta
tioned so high as to be out of any
range from projectiles, and then the
pigeons, with their cameras, would
flutter down, and thus take the views
from a more moderate height over
the positions or fortresses of the
enemy.
The war horse, military science
now tells us, is going out. Is the dove
of peace going to cast off all its tra
ditions and take his place in modera
warf are ?-Youth's Companion.
River Brought Him a Wheat Crop.
Although he is not a farmer and
owns no farming land, Dr. George P.
Pennington, -of Missouri Point, Ill.,
will to-day thresh his wheat crop.
The threshing will .take place in a
strip of wooded land which Dr. Pen
nington owns. He expects to get
about 250 bushels.
The wheat floated down to his
rove recently during the high water.
It came so fast and from so many
different directions that Dr. Penning
ton could not notify the owners, so he
decided to take advantage of the Ill
wind which blew him so much good.
As soon as the stage of water per
mitted he hired men to untangle the
shocks from the shrubbery and lay It
out to dry. It proved to be excellent
grain.-St. Louis Republic.
Watch Recovered From River.
John Norris, a former chief con
stable of Coventry, was the possessor
of a historical Tay Bridge watch.
This was engraved with a view of the
Tay Bridge and was inscribed as fol
lows: "The Tay Bridge Disaster, De
cember, 1879. This watch lay in the
Rive.r Tay for six weeks; it stopped
at the time of tie accident, remained
silent many days, started again and
worked nine hours under water."
It was a gold keyless lever whL..
had been lent to Mr. Beynan, an a
of Cheltenham, who wasdr
A charge of dynamite wasafe
used with a view to raising the b
from the river, and this doubth,
started the watch again.-Lond
Standard.
Out of 557,737 persons who left
the United Kingdom In 1907, 338,
612 went to the United States and
20335 t- inrnitish noss1iOson
TilE OR INAI Oi STICK, N
. . .;
Since the departure of ex-President
hunt, the American people have been se
"Big Stick." Admirers of President Taft
the White House and that its place has I
Coloradoans claim to have found the for
their assertions that they have been madc
panying photograph of "The Big Stick."
In a large natural park on the opex
Coldrado Springs and within sight of PI
formations, similar lit a certain degree tc
but of white Instead of red sandstone. Th
been known to ranchmen in the vicinity f
the remarkable similarity of one of the ro
that any notoriety was given to it. Thi
Park, and to the club-shaped rock format
was given the sobriquet "The Big Stick."
Plain Dealing.
tor
the
-the
*. na
In
ro
- as]
it
ill
'ed
- cal
roi
on
.... . . ..It
' -Reformer (earnestly)-"Let's have eg
an honest election."
Politician-"That's what I say.
Let's have it all fair and square,
straight up and down. . Let's don't ex
pect any votes we don't pay for, and
let's don't pay for any we don't get."
-Brooklyn Eagle.
Rather Caever, What?
While the proverbial Englishman
may not be able to distinguish a joke
in less than two weeks' time, he often
says something to arouse the. risi
bilities. Among the passenigers on
one of ,the big ocean liners lately com
ing from. Cherbourg was a Britisher
with an appetite for informatiopi on
topics of every conceivable descrip
tion. Wherever knowledge was be
ing disseminated he was to be found.
One day he overheard another pas
senger remark that the captain had
said they should see Sandy Hook
within twenty-four hours. W
"Sandy Hook!" exclaimed the
Englishman; "and who's he;, some be
prominent Scotchman in New, York'?" pe
--New York Times. be
*SELPISH1
"You might let me enjoy a little of'i
been there all the morning."-From Pele
Saws' Carcass in Two. r
An Invention of Interest to pork tO
packers is the carcass-splitting ma- t
lei
-ch
wi
ts
.th
sta
by
wi
A) ;'tu:
/ ina
sell,' .ret
toc
era
sm:======s== Sti
- lai
Sby a Missouri man.
~arcass of a hog can be ye
Pho eatly bisected as It Is j
'heodore Roosevelt for his African
rching for the-hidin-place oktbo
declare that it has anlshd from
en taken by the."Big Smile But
nidable weapon, and i pap
its custodians, present
plain, about fifteen milese t
Ike's Peak are many curibu -
those of the Garden of -the"
e existence of this strange
>r a long time, but It was not -
sks to "The Big Stick" was notced
tract was then named Roosevelt
Ion, standing .ftsen'feet 'heigh
Only Way He Cl 3
Frank Bertram, a weH knoW -
,tells the following stoiyN -
I was playing-at Too
fair week and in the marke '
re were severalmerry-go-ounds
"I noticed 'one melAfo ndivi
I who, despite the f&it:
arently suffering greatly,
riding on one of the y
nds.
"Eventually I spoke .to him ad
ced him if he liked It.
"The man replied, 'No, I dontiLk.
a bit; the blessed thing makes me
"I then asked him why he.
in riding, an& bis reply was:
1t help It. The man who ons thi
ndabout owes me'money,-u h
Ly way-I can get even isbyk1g
~ut in rides." "-London Dafy-&
aph. - -
e-"And did you see Monte Carlo
de you were at Nice'"
She-"No; papa called on l~'
leve, but from his disappointed ap
rance, I thik Mr. Carlo musthbaT4
en Qut."*
ftAN~
e shade from our o a
ele.
the packig esslsmt
re is no time lost I taking ~t t~
block to' be choped up with-nuCh
accuracy-andi dispatch. The m-.
ue conslist|'ot anniinclined pa~
Lh two s*ahi~eels opei'atinN ~~4
en' its side 1One- of these he
bove the. other'and' set a little fi
i bac1k, following the Iiclneiof tV'
nd. The lower wheel -is operated
a chain running over. the power.-'
Leel, below the platform, and Its i
n operates the upper saw. The
cass is trundled along the support
track, and when the mcleI
ched is turned so that t~*7~~
through it in thedeid rc'
. It is then passed over th i
n and rolled on for the neit -
ition in the process.-Was
The Wronf
I see where
up for r.
Hum
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