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HAVE YOU SEEN ALONZO? HE DISTURBS A BIG SNAKE AND GOES TO THE HOSPITAL
USEFULNESS OF THE ENGLISH SPARROW
\RE yoa the possessor of a pear
i r •\u25a0.-.- or a, rosebush? If so. listen
rcith pa.ti«xce and graiitude to the
noisy. English sparrow.
H« is your busiest and most faithful
ilttS« helper tiiat nature affords against
tae nmlUrade of enemies of both. For
upward of 20 years the writer haa been
a close observer of these birds and
their isdastry. and Is not rsow guessing,
declares a contributor to Our Doznb
The er**ai pest of the pear tree is a
white borer with pink head. His grub
mother lays her eggs where the bark
nffers protection to them, and when the
infant borer is hatched he works his
way to the sweet inner sap. and eats
oct a stizsptuons home, free from dan
ger. When a limb dies toward the tree
top it Is notice of lack of sap that the
borer has stopped somewhere down in
the trunk, erroneously called "sun
bilghu** The English sparrow is par
ticularly fond of the fledgling borers,
picks them out from under the loose
bark and saves the orchard from de
The vermin tril makes wormy pears
b«».gin business in the bloom. Here Is
the sparrow's breakfast food without
cooking. Did you ever see him pick
these vermin out of blossoms, flitting
from one to another, working not by
th«» hour, but by the job?
He does it just the same. No eight
hour la.w or union dictation dips his
\u25a0w-fngs or shrivels bis ambition. And
whtre he is most assiduous there "will
J>e gathered th« largest and fairest
fruit in the falL No man or set of men
can perform for you this trick of the
The worm that < s f esta, rj<»«e. bnshes
does fcis worst from the'under" side
of the Leaf, difficult to reach with any
manner,, of spraying. And the spray
thai destroys the worm is no help to
the besh. The sparrow hustles among 1
and under the branches end captures
these woroi by the thousands. Though
working tor his living, he incidentally
saves the bush and gives us roses.
What Is his clatter and harmless clut
ter compared with a fresh leaved bush,
covered with bright and perfect -roses?
If a sparrow does not attack tent
caterpillars, neither does the robin,
who Is not reproached for the same
neglect. And what of It? They each
pursue the prey of their special liking,
very much like "other folks" in this
respect, is It not?
Last summer some species of worms
attacked a large Norway maple in the
writer's yard and devoured the leaves
over a space as large as a barn door,
when, suddenly, the vparrows pounced
upon the In & bunch. They
(leaned off 'the worms, and In the fall
no .trace was left of the Incident-
Broxra tail moths, when loaded with
eggs, are another choice morsel of the
English sparrow, whatever may -be
written to the contrary. Things seen
we know exist. Such Is the line of
• leavage between theory and a con
But the latestland most astonishing
discovery against the sparrow ema
nates from a moth exterminator In Es
sex county. Mass. He says the Eng
lish sparrow has .driven away the.wood
pecker. Do you tell me! Of course, he
has never seen a "downy" tumble a
sparrow end over end. which Ls not in
frequent, and he forgets he ls cut
ting, down every dead tree he can find
and ls plugging every hole h« sees in
trees not dead." Waere, then, can he
suppose the- woodpecker, whose home
is In a. bole In a tree, is going to live?
Certainly if ruch a home can not be
found in Essex county the woodpecker
\u25a0will seek tome plare where there are
tr^es with holes In them, or dead trees
in which he can peck, holes for him
self. It Is contemptible officialdom that
JUNIORVILLE FOLK PENETRATE THE WILDS OF CHICAGO HUNTING FOR GENE
makes a business of depriving the
woodpecker of a domicile and, with an
air of authority, charges the English
sparrow with It.
Neither does observation find that
the sparrow drives away any other
birds whatever. On the contrary, other
birds abuse him. If any one has fruit
trees, rose bushes or woodbine he can
make no better Investment for their
preservation . than to entice the spar
rows to stay with him by feeding them
well during the winter and by furnish
ing shelter for. them also. To insure
help, cultivate the source from which it
is to come. Gratitude, also, is weak
recognition of salvation, however free.
The popular clamor against the English
sparrow Ie chiefly sentimental. His
beneficial service is practical and can
not be overestimated.
Fun in the Barn
The erclting game of "post" may be
played by an unlimited number, and is
particularly adapted for a large party.
One of the players, called "the post
man." has his eyes bandaged, as in
blindman's buff, another .volunteers
to fill the office of "postmaster gen
eral," and all the rest seat themselves
around the room. ,At the commence
ment of the game the. postmaster as
signs to each player the name of a
town, and If- the players are numerous
he writes the names given to them on
sl slip of paper 'in case his .memory
should 1 fail him.. These preliminaries
having been arranged, the blind post
man Is placed in the center of the room,
and the postmaster general retires to
some snug corner whence he can over
look the other plarert. When -tbl«' Im
portant functional y caJSj out th£ names
of two towns, thus "New York to Phil
adelphia," the players who bear these
names must immediately change seats,
and as they, ran from one- side of the
room to another "the postman tries to
capture them.'; If the postman can suc
ceed :n catching one of the players,- or
if h« can manage to sit down on an
empty] chair/ the player that is caught
or excluded from' his place becomes
postman. The postmaster general is
not changed throughout the game un
less he gets tired of his office. ; When
a player remains seated after his name
has been called he must pay a forfeit,
or if the game is played without for
feits he must go to the bottom of the
class, •which is represented by a par
ticular chair, and to make room for him
all the players who were formerly be
low .him shift their places.
.. : . :
The Boar and the Alligator
The swamps of Cypress bayou." In the
northeastern part of Texas, swarm
with game. Including the wild hog and
the alligator. Two Texans. who went
to the swamp to try their luck hunt
ing, witnessed a singular combat, not
long ago. First they heard a chorus
of grunts and squeals, and cautiously
approaching. beheld a boar attacking
an alligator, the saurian being nearly
eight feet long. For a while, the odds
wer« against the boar. The alligator
would lash him heavily with his tail,
and two; or - three times narrowly
missed getting the boar's head between
his great jaws. But the boar was both
nimble and tough, and soon began to
worry his antagonist, by prancing
around and making' short but effective
stabs on his rough hide. Finally, he
planted his .tusks just behind and a
little below the alligator's fore- leg, In
£ictirvg a fatal -wound; and, following
this up, soon had the saurian stretched
out hieiess. Then he gave a triumph
ant grunt and trotted away into the
woods. The" hunters could have shot
him, ; but concluded mat it wouldn't be
SAN FRANCISCO, CAL; SATURDAY; JULY 24, 1909
A Pelican Weather PropKet
JACK lives at Santa. Barbara. He is
an enormous salt -water pelican,
captured years ago by some fisher
men on the islands that can be seen
plainly a few miles out in the ocean
from Santa Barbara. A fish hook cov
ered with a small smelt was .the means
of bringing Jack and the fisherman to
gether. The pelican was pursuing fish
under water, according to his usual
routine, expecting to rise to the surface
later and swallow those it had cap
tured in its capacious pouch. The
smelt dangled temptingly in front of
him and met the fate of all small fish
that came within reach of his long bill.
But unfortunately Jack swallowed the
fish hook at the same time and was
jerked to the surface oy the fishermen,
who thought by the weight that they
must surely have something well worth
When the dark gray plumage of the
bird came In sight the men were so
surprised that they almost let the
catch drop into the water again. Tha
hook "was carefully extracted and the
large ' water fowl fed with, numerous
small Jish to keep him content and
good natured until his captors landed.
He was taken to the ' home of Mr.
Larco. in Santa Barbara, where for
six months of the year he makes his
home. The other six months he lives
on the islands or takes ehort trips. But
always before" a storm he comes! home.
In fact, Larco.- his owner, considers his
feathered barometer so' infallible that
fee never ventures far* out slnto5 Into the
ocean on his fishing' trips after Jack's
; To toe Inhahltants ol Santa Barbara
and frequent 'visitors the pelican is, of
course, a familiar sight. , One i day a
San Franciscan; who was visiting Santa
Barbara was walking slowly; down the
street when to his astonishment lie saw
an ,e»ormous bird dying low : up the
street from -the direction of the .ocean.
It proceeded leisurely -as though the
tops of the buildings. were familiar ob
jects to . It, and finally, flew down and
rested for. a moment on ' a window
ledge. * The San 'Franciscan- saw that it
was a pelican and excitedly ran across
the - street -to capture it. - As ,he ap
proached, cautiousljt and on tiptoe, the
bird deliberately, took flight and entered
a yard where a signboard read "Larco,
Fish" Dealer." " The man excitedly fol
lowed, almost knocking down the pro
"Hurry, hurry," he cried. "There's a
pelican just flown into your back yard,
and If you'll only hurry you can catch
him sure. Come on. Til help you."
Neither the .proprietor of . the place
nor his employes »tade a move. In
stead, " the visitor saw a bored, dis
gusted expression come over their
faces. Explanations followed, and the
visitor learned that it was merely Jack
returning from one of his expeditions
to tell the Santa Barbara people not
to ventureout without their umbrellas.
In' fact, they all depend' upon Jack to
keep, them Informed as to the weather
forecast, and. all they have to do if
they want to know ir there is going to
be a Fflprra is to stop for. a moment at
Larco's a» they pass down State street
and ask if Jack has returned. If the
fish dealer answers in the affirmative
they prepare for a rainy day, and a
search is made for rubbers, or new
ones bought as th«- case may be,- for
they know that they will need them
within 24 hours.
When Things Are Pinned
. Carrie's sister May, 6 years of age,
on being asked why the Sabbath day
was different from the other days in
the. week, answered very ; carelessly:
"Oh, that's the day you pin" things on,
'stead of sewing."
GOOD STORIES IN FEW WORDS AND BRIEF, POINTED POEMS
The Balanced Handkerchief
This trick is so simple that the
veriest amateur; will be able to per
form it quite easily, while it is effect
ive enough . to be - presented on any
stage. A large cambric handkerchief
Is borrowed and rolled ropewise; then
one end is rested upon the top of the
finger and balanced. That is the ef
fect, and this is the secret of the per
formance: First obtain a; piece of
whalebone, or, falling that, a, piece of
stout wire, about 20 inches: long. To
the end of this fix a fish hook and then
push this piece of apparatus, up the
left sleeve. Take the borrowed hand
kerchief by. the corners diagonally and
twist it round in the form of a rope;
then attempt to balance It upon the
first finger of the left hand. The first
attempt will, of course,; be unsuccess
ful, and the handkerchief will dron
down, i Now \u25a0 take the top corner of
the handkerchief between, the thumb
and first finger of the right hand and
hook it to the 'top. - of the -piece of
whalebone protruding, from iop of
your sleeve; drag this through your
left hand so that the handkerchief
hides the apparatus. Directly the whole
length' of the support has .been pulled
out of the sleeve the handkerchief must
again be twisted into a rope, which
readily, forms, round . the whalebone.
In this condition, if the handkerchief is
placed upon your" finger tip It will be
foiind. quite easy, to balance,'- The cor
ner fixed to : the* hook must be .at the
top,, thereby preventing the' handker
chief from slipping down. , The hand
kerchief can . be -balanced- upon' your
n.J^te eu»3AUy"\ *1-Tt,"ti,ld**il» > T\rl'<^:v»»
riHy ol ocinir'-^to-thft
pcrfornier, '\u25a0 '- now \that .he* knows the
secret of stiffening the... square •of
cambric : Even -when the . whalebone
is in position and everything is reariy
to perform the- trick it is always ad
visable to; make one or.- two attempts
before " allowing the handkerchief to
stand - upright. An; additional effect
may be obtained by passing .your hahd
round the -side and top, so aa to prove
the absence of any strings of. wires.
The Pipes ou Pan
Go forth and listen to the pipes of Pan;
The dulcet j. melodies surcharge the
. .breeze, "" \u25a0 ;.. s! '\u25a0". \u25a0/ . '."
And swell in chorus among swaying
\u25a0 trees. \u25a0 - •.;>'•. - - .;.-\u25a0 \u25a0 ••"- \u25a0\u25a0
Whose interlacing boughs rough tor
rents span. [
Thence sounds proceed that lead the
In clamorous tumult, ' maddened by
degrees, . \u25a0 - ". -c
Like swollen surges rolling over seas;
All "minor chords suppressed, and under
i \u25a0 ban;' ; . ; : .;, >-. ; - ; '.- '\u25a0;..
The strains of nature are diversified,
in mingled rhythmic measures none
• may scan;. '-\u25a0
When vrind3 are hushed and thunders
cease to roar;
And soft vibrations calm the lashing
'-'j tide.' \u25a0'- -,-[; •\u25a0 •-;-\u25a0/ \u25a0•- \u25a0 : ;,. -\u25a0' <
That leaves the shapeless drifts upon
the eh ore.
Go forth and list the plaintive pipes of
Pan ! — U. D. THOMAS, M.- D. .
A Terrible Moment
Willie (coming into the - house
breathlessly)— Papa, hurry up! There's
a man with a wagon outside, to see you
about putting in the coal; .. .
Sirason — Tell him I'm busy just now,
Willie. I'll go out and see him in a
Willie— But you '. mustn't keep him
waiting... papa. \ You ; don't know who
he is. y. He 'is \u25a0 the. father of the' pitcher
of.our baseball team.— Lippihcott's. '
The sea knows all thetruth of time; /
The sea' sings ever that it' knows,
Now in a lulling, lacy rhyme.
Now hurling if-, in .billowy blows!
The sea bears thoughts too great for
.For; It. has known ' creation's gleams,
And it holds memories that reach ;
' The heart of the eternal dreams. \u25a0
It caught the glow the first star flung
Across the wonder of the night.
And as the star in gloryj swung
The sea flung back, the living light;
It heard the songs of primal suns
As they raced gladly. to the dawn.
And through its chant today there runs
The chord creation rests upon.
The deserts break in bloom for man.
The barrens - yield their treasure
hoard. ' * ; \u25ba /
But neither pleading, plot, nor plan
May find the.- strength ; the sea has
- stored. .- "
Man has his way -and works his will
And holds,, dominion in all lands —
The changeless, sea is changeless still.
And laughs at his impotent hands.
"- V.; '\u25a0 : " *; • ' ; \u25a0•\u25a0 :' .''- ;
The sea unmastered, dreams and wakes;
It sways- with .impulse 'half ; world
.. .- •'; . wide .v .". , ' \u25a0 ,' ':;*.'.•
When from' the depths of space there
. breaks • ; - •'
The mystic 'call that lifts the tide.
It with' the wind.-.it sighs :
Its secret. in the. ebb and flow— _£
it" pothered .with, the bending skies *
A thousand thousand .'years ago. ."-
Unchanging "in its great 'unrest—
The.heaTt throb. of eternity —
It keeps the 'gates '; of east and , west
-And, murmurs" of .all"tlme,_thesea. .
We may > not interpret; its" song- .
\u25a0";. Of crashing' chords^ or.. lulling rhyme,
Xor'eyen;know;how long/how long
The sea has held the truth of time.
'. * —Wilbur D. Nesbit.
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The Boy Who Obeyed
One morning General Havelock! was
crossing bridge with; his J son,
when 'he .suddenly .remembered that
he had neglected attending, to an im
portant' matter, . so he had. to 'retrace
his steps. : Leaving the boy on .the
bridge, he told him to wait there for
him. ,He went away and by and by
one thing after another absorbed his
attention, until he ". forgot about the
waiting boy on the bridge. In the
evening he went to his horn% and at
the door he was met -by 'his wife, say
ing: \u25a0 ; \u25a0;.:.. ..\u25a0.:\u25a0•\u25a0\u25a0\u25a0*. •,\u25a0. : \u25a0•\u25a0..\u25a0 - .\u25a0 • \u25a0>
"Where is> Harry?: I thought, he was
with you. I have not 'seen him all
Then all at! once it -flashed on him
that he had,. broken; his promise to the
lad and neglected , him.
"Why, "Harry is "on London bridge
waiting for. me." -7. Sure, enough; the , son
was there waiting. KJs father had
commanded,* and he obeyed like a good
boy.' \u25a0/'. , "\u25a0 . ::.,.._\u25a0....\u25a0'.
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The. baby was being questioned play
fully as ' to . his senses. .: •. \u25a0 •
- "What are^these lor?" touching" his
r "To see wiv." he; answered. ",
"And. this?" touching his nose.
"To see wiv," he answered.
"And your mouth?" '
"What are: your. ears, for?"
.This- was: a puzzler, ;but after, a*_mo
menthe Baid.\with i firm convictionr."To
! The Only Baby
•bhe was a tiny little girl, .with sun
tanned." hair, v a blue calico dress" and
bare feet. She carried in her arms" a
baby half as large as herself, and the
bahy was so heavy .that it sagged down
in .| the middle, giving the infant the
appearance of being held iby the feet
ah d the nape of the neck.
\u25a0 There was some excitement around
the corner of the next block, and the
children were hurrying iorward. like,
mad- from all directions. The little
girl tried to run, but the baby was too
heavy, and ber breath gave out. Said
I. in a spirit' of badinage*
"Drop : the taby, sis. anil go see what
the trouble is." \u25a0
She. stopped, and stared at me, '
"I /say, put the baby down on' the
Eideu-alic and run."
"yer. must take me for a fool, mis
ter*. • *
l \vhyr • \u25a0
- "'Cos this is our baby.**
"W-ell. suppose It is? I'll stay here
and/wat«h it for you.*
"Z\o, \ yer won't, mister. .Yer might
carry, it .off.'.'
' "What if I did? Aren't. you tired car -
Tying it around and making your back
ache?** -' ' } \u25a0 . - ; ' ~
"Naw, I, ain't. Say. mister.' this is
the only Uttle baby we've got. and if
yer only unowed . how she /can crow
and . laugh, yer wouldn't want me to
«io no. such, thing. This, baby hain't
got no ma. 'ceptjme and pa .and^me
couldn't- do 'thout.' her. sets -.up: in
a high chair at the, table and crows and
kicks -.while- me j and- pa -eats, and at
night' Ij rock ' her.' to sleep like ma used
\u25a0 to; do. - Whe»-.inc-dJ«d the baby 'didn't
know 1 no better.'^but Jusflaughed "and
hollered, and I cried so I couldn't keep
her.' still. . Put her- down ron the side
walk! Fool killer'H get you,; mister, ef
yer/ stay -around- here : long." - i
A Children's Song by Kipling
Father in Heaven who lovest all.
Oh, help Thy, children when they call-
That they may build from age to age -
An undented heritage.- \u25a0 .•-..•'
Teach us to rule ourselves alway.
Controlled and cleanly night and day;
That we may, bring, if. need arise,
S»o maimed or worthless sacrifice.
Teach us to look, in all our ends.
On Thee for. Judge,* and not our friends;
That we. with Thee, may walk uncowed
By fear and favor of the crowd.
Teach us the strength that can not seek.
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak;
That.; under Thee, we may possess
Man's strength, to comfort man's dis-
Teach" us delight in simple things.
And mirth" that has mo bitter springs;
Forgiveness free . of . evil done.
And love to all- men /neath the sun!
— — ; — -•— ; — .
A Polite Child
A minister's little daughter was vis
iting a family in. a parish which her
father had recently left, : One day she
explained. to her hostess "that he hoped
the people of, the church would not
send , for him. to conduct funerals, but
would have the present pastor of the
church. Thinking- perhaps she might
have given offense, she looked up with
a : bright ;. smile and added: "But of
course, he would be very glad to attend
your funeral." , . _,
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John, aged 6, was sent by his mother
to the chicken coop for. some eggs. He
soon returned- with ; the .report: ,- «
* "There* ain't '.no ieggs. in- the nests*at
alV: : cept the ones ithey copies from. 1 * -
The Battle of Yawns and Gaps
On the road to Sleepy Town.*"
When the sun is sinking- low.
Tousle Head and Curly Brown..
In their uniforms of snow, i
Storm the steps upon the stair.
Fitter, patter up. the flight.
Making 1 music everywhere
In the frolic of the night.
There's a station just above
Where the little soldiers .flock.
The tick tack from the alcove
Halts them both before the clock.
And the sun upon its face,
Sinking low. puts thorn to flight;
Then they scamper in a race
To the forts of snowy .^whita. """
On the way to -TrundleviTle.
Pretty station " fair- to see,.
Stop the travelers who will ,
Soon go rollicking and free
Through the magic rand of dreams.
Where the pixie and the fay
Frolic by the crystal streams,'
Turning nighttime into day.
Tousle Head and Curly Brown
Fight the battle. Yawns and Gaps,
But the sandman will not "down.
For he holds the tiny chaps
In his grasp, and after tales.
Of the fairies come th<"> pray*r»—
Quiet reigns in Sleepyvales . ,
In the nursery up stairs.
— Horace Seymour Kellw,
An Interrogation ; Point
- Clifford aa'f questions .quicker
than \u25a0we can answer themj a»d a - few
day?- ago his .uncle told him, he would
turn "; Into an Interrogation point- X
agreed with him and said:. "Tes, I had
once; seen a picture of a little boy
turning into one. , He had become -more
and " more ' curved, and " finally haC be
come Just . a'Jarge interrogation point."
Cliff listened intently, and when I
had finished he inatantlyaakedf *rw*«ll.
how . did they keep- the; dot under
The Wild Rose
By the side of the road it. lifts. lts head.
And it turns It 3 heart. to the sun;
It peeps between the old rail fence.
And blossoms for every, one."
It scerfts Ihc air^with its fragrance sweet.
' A perfume that's rich and. strong::.
And down in the depths of Us golden
It holds a voiceless song.
A stroll through the woods^ where th*
wild rose j blooms
Is a recreation most sweet..
Where one may pause and stop to pluck
This flower that grows 'at his feet.
And even when it Is sear and dead.
Its scent dies not away;
Its dust will long" remind us of
Some dear, long vanished day.
. Divers increase the time that they
ran remain under water by a little pre
liminary deep breathing. A late experi
menter has found th.« wlth'oat prepa
ration, he could hoUl hSs breath for only
42 ' seconds, bat -after one minute of
forced breathing h«» could lif-ld it for 2
minutes and 21 seconds; • after _jthree
minutes, for- 3 minutes and 21 seconds,
ami after si^ mtmites.' for -4 • minutes
ana 5 second*. The effect. of the forced
breathinar appears to be a freeing of
the blood and. body- tissues from con
siderable carbon dioxide. It -proves to
be undesirable, however, to continue
the forced breathing more 'than two pr
three minutes, for if.it is prolonged the
muscles of # th«- bands become rigid and
r*main, completely paralyzed for a min
ute or two after holding the breath b»-