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If the Dirty
Was as BIG
As a DOG
By Professor W. PEABODY BARTLE1T
THE remarkable model of the Musca domesttca, or
common housefly, which, as everyone knows,
should be railed 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
the housefly wa? as big as a dog?"
This model is as laree as a boston terrier and startles
nearly everyone who studies 1L It Is the work of Ignaz
Matausch, a preparator at the museum. He wae more
:han a year working on this, but when it Is understood
?hat this model is sixty-four thousand tlmeB as big as
?he housefly and that he has reproduced every one of
f?ho nine hundred halr3 to be found on the fly, putting
? ach hair In its proper position and giving each Its
proper coloring, something of the immensity of the task
may be understood.
WHAT THE HUGE Three-Foot MODEL of Our Summer Pest
Not only this, tout the preparator has carefully fol
lowed nature and given the model twelve hundred ocelli,
or tiny eyes?for the eyes of the fly are compound and
are made up of that number.
Everyone knows by this time what a menace to public
health the common housefly has become; everyone, or
nearly everyone, knows how easily the fly breeds, how
one fly will lay 120 eggs and in ten days these eggs have
In turn become fully de
veloped flies. This enables
every female fly to be a
grandmother plus 12?that
Is, there are generally 13
generations springing from
the fly who deposits her
120 eggs In (he Spring.
That these flies carry
all sorts of germs, and
especially dangerous dis
ease germs, is well
known. Typboid germs
are almost always to be
flies. It was this immense
model that sot a number
of people to asking what
would happen if all our
flies were as large as that
No plague in history
could compare with what
would happen If this were
true. /The world's popu
lation would be killed off in a season,
for these flies are found all over the
world except in the Arctic regions.
It would be impossible to go into de
tail regarding all the filthy germs
the common houseflies bring Into the
home3, but the deadly typhoid germs
?will make an example.
Upon one of the claws or "toes'" of Mr. Matausch's
model, shows Figure 2, which i? magnified 1,500 diam
eters, may be seen some little white spots. These are
typhoid bacilli. Mr. Matausch studied thousands of flics
in making his model, and he found the average number
on the tiny tip of each claw to be twenty-three. Just how
many are on the sticky pad of the foot It Is difficult to
estimate. But. taking the model as an average (see A,
Fig. 1.?-Model of Housefly. Fig. 2.?Half of a fly'* Foot, Showing at A, Typhoid Bacilli. Fig. 3.?Fly's Foot and Leg. From
Photograph* from the American Museum of Natural History, New York
figure 2), it would make forty-six Typhoid gorms an each
foot on the tips of the claws or toes alone, and with six,
feet, which tho fly possesses, thero would be a total of
276 germs on the tips of the claws. On the padded feet,
which are sticky (see B, Fig .2), thero would bo 500 of
these deadly germs, or 30,000 on all tho feet. Thi3 means
that every housefly as big as a dog would bring into your
'home, or bring wherever he alighted, 102,000,000 typhoid
Before man could kill off all such flies he would die
of typhoid, as with ko many germs about he could not
hope to escape. The hungry fly would leave every book
and paper and dish and bit of food and floor and wall
and everything else, streets and fences and sidewalks
absolutely covered with typhoid germs within a week.
Everyone should visit the museum and study this
model. It furnishes the best Idea of Just how the house
fly brings dirt and disease into the home.
Figure 1 is from a photograph of the model. Figure 2
shows one claw from the tip of the foot, A indicating
position of germs in this claw B showing the sticky pad
?which is covered with g<>r:r.s and which the fly drags
and wipes over everything he comes in contact with,
-whether it be your lips or your food or the rubber nipple
of your baby's nursing bottle. And this pad, being
stick}', enables the fly to walk upside down. It also
leaves some of the germ*? and dirt behind every time h*
puts any of his six feet down.
The housefly cannot bite. But Its proboscis carries
germs, like its feet, and the germs are in Its digestive
apparatus; so that flies, dead or alive, are a great
danger and even the dirt they leave behind them con
tains deadly germs.
TAKE OFF'FAT or Put It On in YOUIt BATH-TUB
ROFEHSOR FRANZ NAGELSCHMIDT, of Berlin,
Germany, after pointing out the poisons that
lurk in all anti-fat panaceas, declare.^ that he has
for nearly two years employed an electric battery for
the reduction of superfluous flesh. This electric battery
produces a "foradic" current which Bets the little fibres
and strands of your muscles In rhythmic, regular, har
monic vibrations. These muscular movements are at
tuned to the normal rhythm of a resting muscle in such
a way that the muscular motionH occur without fatigue
to the hulk of huge flesh.
Hriefly, with this new kind of electricity, Professor
jNagelschmidt 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
fails to feel tired. Furthermore, the circumambient flesh
?east i to dangle as an obstruction to the blood supply,
the heart or the other vital tissues.
With this novel treatment (or obesity the breathing
is undisturbed, the pulBe remains norma!, 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
the bag and walking, influence the.heart action and the
pulEe unfavorably. This latest plan prevents all of this,
does away with "that tired feeling" and eliminates the
Kat, then, according to this "Nagelschmldt electric
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
Another method of reducing fat to a minimum, avail
able for many who cannot he placed In touch with this
new electricity, is to artificially produce a current of
electricity in your bath tubs. Although it is not ao
reasonable nor yet absolutely explainable upon our
knowledge of the impenetrability of the human skin,
yet it is a ?well-proved fact that if Epsom salts or sul
phate of magnesium is added to the water of your full
bath, in the course of a few months from fifteen to
thirty pounds will be eliminated.
Whether this is a mysterious electrolytic action that
is set up between your skin and water, or merely
a powerful assault of the salt upon the usually imper
vious skin has not been positively determined. The
fact, however, remains that Epsom salts in the bath tub
aids materially in reducing your avoirdupois.
It is evident from these two procedures that corpulent
persons need not expend all sorts of money upon every
published anti-fat remedy. It is far better to apply
these certainly harmless, cleanly and non-fatiguing
methods discovered by medical men of acknowledged
training than to pick up every catchpenny panacea
with no other support than the emblazoned words of
an advertising writer.
Making Beads Out of June Hoses
BEFORE the rose season closes the girl
with a fondness for fragrance should
make several strings of rose beads.
These beads retain their perfume and are
Collect fresh rose petals, run them through
a grinder several times until they are pulpy.
Catch the juice and mix It back each time.
After thoroughly grinding the petals take
two iron pans; spread tho pulp evenly over
the bottoms of the pans and set them away
in a cool place for twenty-four hours, until
the pulp is black on the one side. Then turn
it over and let it stay on that side until it
is also black. Do not let It stay too long In
hot weaiher as it might sour a little.
Put It, through a grinder again and then
it si ready to form brads. Make the beads
twice as large as you want them as they
shrink. Fill a thimble full of pulp, then take
this and roll around In the palm of the hand
or Bpoon until It is as round as you can make
Repeat this until you have beads formed.
Then have some one hold a hatpin, point up.
and string the beads on the hat pin. Take
small pieces of paper about an inch square.
Put the bead on the pinpoint and then take
hold of the corners of tho paper and force
the beads down the pin with the paper, leav
ing each bead on the pin. This avoids flatten
ing the ends of the beads. Fill each pin full,
not letting tho beads touch.
It takes about three days to dry thoroughly.
When they are perfectly hard and firm, slip
them from the pin and shako and rub them
gently in a cloth bag. This polishos them.
A little soakiug in olive oil improves the pol
ish. Now wipe dry and string on heavy
thread or dental floss with little gold, glass
or coral beads between cacli rose bead. It
takes about fifty beads for a small string.
dt A Strictly Parisian Creation
At the Races
and in the
Up at the Left.
Herman von Edelwald, Prince of
Ilanz, commander in chief of the
army of the Emperor, was buried
with his own regiment of Lancers
as military escort Behind the coffin
came the late warrior's charger with
empty saddle. Ho was laid into tho
coffin in his uniform, which might
have been covered with decorations,
but as he would never wear any but
the plain cross, this was tho only
one that followed him to his grave.
In his hands he held a little blue
poetry book, for this had been the
last thing he had asked for. When
his last hour approached his Em
peror, who afterward followed be
hind his coffin as principal mourner,
bent over him and asked:
"Is there 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?"
The dying general nodded. It was
a small but very costly golden
casket of wonderful beauty, the only
article of luxury in the plainly fur
Tho 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
Nobody knew what the little book
contained, except an old white-haired
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.
Delng an artist, he painted many pic
tures with his right hand whilo rest
ing the left.
Soon after a brother came to Ilanz
with his two young sisters. The
young officer know them by sight
as they camo from his own home.
He was tho Count of Eulcnsteln
and his sisters, Augusta and Mar
garet. The Eulenstelns wero very
poor, but could trace their ancestors
back to tho tlmo of Charlemagne.
The Count was tall and dark and his
poverty made him appoar cold and
stiff. His sister Augusta resembled
him In appearanco and carried her
self with tho dignity of a queen.
Margaret, tho younger sistor, waa
ten years younger. Her faco was as
pale as a lily, with a faint touch o 1
color In the checks. Her eyes were
dark blue with long, silky lashes.
The young officer was charmed by
her beauty. Herman von Edelwald
was a soldier, but in tho presence
of women ho lacked his usual cour
age. He went to his work as usual
the next day and all the following
days, but ho kept his eye on tho
gato of the hotel to see when tho
Count and his sisters went out for
The lieutenant sat opposite them
at tho table, and occasionally ho
threw a stolen glance at Margaret,
but. once his eyes met the Count's,
which were hard and coid like steel.
Next day Margaret had changed
her seat. Tho 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 knew. His name was Geis
mar and he was the son of an enor
mously wealthy official. It was not
very long before Edelwald discovered
that ho was tho favored suitor for
Margaret's hand. Margaret, though,
did not address a single word to hor
Tho lieutenant rose from tho table
and took a long walk, hut he felt aa
if the whole world had suddenly
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
One evening !n September GoIb
mar dined with some friends from
the recent campaign. Edelwald was
also among tho guests. Wine flowed
and Geismar. who was usually ex
ceedingly reserved, grow quite elo
quent. Tho otii? rs teased him be
cause ho stayed so iong in Ilanz
and ho made no secret of tho fact
that It was becauso his father had
taken it into his head that ho must,
marry tho youngest Countess Eulen
stein, though personally ho did not
want to marry a delicate and sickly
girl and had quite mado up his
mind to fight her brother rather
than marry a " tho French
word he used was not a pretty one.
Tho words had haroly left his lips
when Hermann von Edelwald stood
up and struck him In tho face. The
next morning they fought, Edelwald
ran his sword through Geismar's
shoulder, and could have killed him
i had ho wanted to. As soon as the
i wound had been bandaged, Edelwald
! walked up to him and said: "You
must not send tho letter to your
father you spoko of. I forbid you
to break off with Countess Eulen
"And who aro you that you try to
command me, may I ask."
"You will obey or I swear that I
Will kill you like a dog. If you
cause Margaret von Eulenstein a
single moment's pain I will kill you
on the spot."
Despite tho wonderful mountain
air, and all tho doctors could do, and
in spite of Geismar's sudden tender
ness, the young girl grew rapidly
worse. Everybody except the Count
and Augusta saw that she was dying,
but these two had no othor thought
thaji to have tho engagement made
One early morning Margaret died
and her cheeks wero no paler in
death than they had been during hor
last days. The Count aud Augusta
wero in despair, they had never
doubted that their sister would re
cover and with her death all their
Late in tho afternoon a visitor
was announced. On tho card stood
"Lieutenant Hermann, Count von
"It is the young paintor," said
Augusta, "I wonder what ho wants."
"A visit of condolence, I suppose,"
said her brother, "but I never knew
he was a Count."
The young lieutenant entered and
expressed his sympathy in simple
words, that went straight to their
"I am an artist, as well as a sol
dier and it would give me great
pleasure If you would let mo paint
your sister's portrait and glvo it to
you in momeory of her."
The Count \s,as about to refuse but
Augusta stopped him.
"Nothing could make me more
happy." she said, "for wo have no
portrait of Margaret sinco sho was
Tho Count's brow darkened and
he said impatiently: "And how do
you know that this gentleman is
able to paint her portrait?''
"His faco tells mo so," said
Augusta, who had a woman's lutui
As the lieutenant was about to
start he recolvcd a letter ordering
him to join his regiment. He figured
out that ho had only six hours in
which to carry out his promise, but
as Augusta removed tho white cloth
which covered the dead girl's faco
ho know that ho could do It.
He began working slowly, careful
ly studying the features ho loved so
until they came back to life In his
mind. His brush worked more and
more swiftly and it was no longer
necessary to look at the dead.
The church bells were ringing the
Angolus and the carriago he had
ordered was at the door as he put
the last touches to the picture.
Augusta stood up and looked at
it with the sincerest admiration.
"It is wonderful," she exclaimed.
"It is our dear Margaret Just as
she looked when she left school. But
how have you been able to paint
this? You have never seen her look
like that. It is a miracle."
"I loved her," said the lieutenant
quietly, saluted and left, and Augus
ta was alone with the portrait of a
charming, smiling young girl, a per
fect imago of her sister whoso eyea
were closed forever.
As she went back to cover the faco
of the body she saw a smile on the
lips which had not been there before.
It was 1 iko a reflection of the hap
piness in the face of the girl Her
mann had painted, "because ho loved
The day after the funeral Augusta
found the little blue poetry book
among her sister's thinga. She
opened It and found copies of the
poems the young girl had loved but
on the last pages she had written the
story of her untold love. On tho
last page, which hud not been fin
ished. Augusta read:
"To-day I stood near him for a
short moment as he returned with
his brushes and sketch book. His
arm touched mine. I know it was
quite accidental, but it' Augusta had
not caught my arm I should have
fainted. Oh, how I wish 1 might live
a little longer, now th.it I know how
1 lovo him " j,.
This had been written the day be
fore Margaret died.
Tho Count came in Just then and
Augusta hid the book in her pocket.
"This is intended for no man's
eyes?for nobody's eyes but for
mine.'' Sho went back into tho
death chamber and while she stood
thero looking at the picture which
was now almost dry, she seemed to
see a now light in tho LIdel
wald had painted.
"Yes. for one other's eyes." sha
whispered, as ?ho wrapped up tho
book and addressed It to Edelwald'a