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THE DAILY JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 1903
An Animal Story
The. R1I fleas
i Mr. Jim Klea and Mr. John Hen
wore both very much In lovo with a
tienutlful young Indy. Ono dny thay
inet on tho street. Said Mr. Jim Float
"1 itndertttinil you lovo Miss Mory
Matilda. U thnt oV"
Mr. John IHca annwered:
"Then, rdr," said Mr. "Jim Fie,
"there'll going to he trouble, for I
frwmL iSMn W..r.f : i
"tcqv cakkot itavk nmi."
nlso love her. and you cannot have
At that they flew nt eirtTh other In
rago. Mr. Jim picked up a hoary
toothpick and smote Mr. John a terrl-
Bio cracl: over tho hoad.
'Mr. Johu staggered to hla foot nnd
knocked M r. Jim down with a terrific
blow hack of tho nock with a limn
Then they grappled and struggled
about the place, biting and kicking nnd
clnwlnjc each other, and nil the time
yelling nt (he top nf their voices until
they hnd attracted nil tho folks to the
ncunc. Then Mr, .lift and Mr. John
foil over on tho ground exhausted.
"What' nil this light nboutV" nakpcl
Mis Mu.y Mntildn. who wus In the
Crowd that Iwd gwtliarml.
"About you. love," said Mr. Jim ns
ho wiped the blood off his our with n
"About you. desr," wild Mr. John ns
he itrpllfd n piece of slicking plaster
to his hrakcii jaw.
"Aloreyl Yu don't love me, do you?"
cried Miss Mary Mutluhi.
"We do." tiny replied In uhoriM.
"Well, yo.i nre both crncy," ue de
clared. "I don't euro anything for
either of you. I'm going to mnrry Mr.
niclmrd Henry Jnckwiti Flea."
And then the rival liens felt very
tmic.li vote I linn they hnd before.
Ao An'ro&l Story Por
The Tale of a Kicker
One day young Mr. Plutnctall was
squatting in the sands of the desert,
tunning himself and dressing his beau
tiful tall foathers.
"What funny kind of things men
jrcl" he snld to himself. "They pull
)ut our beautiful feathers, which nre
to useful to us, and thon stick them on
the hats of tbolr wives and daughters
and try to muhc them look like us, and
then they turn nround tho next mo
ment and desplso us and sny wo nre
'simple.' 'Simple little ostriches,' they
say, 'who hide their bends in the sand
and think themselves safe.' Hero comes
one of those simple men now, I do be
lieve he's after my tnll fonthors. Wntch
:ne tin I tench him somothlng."
Thereupon he stuck his head deep in
the sb ud and waited.
On came Mr. Arab, browned with tho
sun. with turban on bend. "Alii" ssld
AP Ao'mal Story
The Two Roosters
Two roosters who had lived together
.In great hnpplness for mnny years got
Into a discussion over which was worth
the most money.
"I," said the youngor, "belong to one
bt tho oldest iiiul most exclusive fam
ilies In tho state. My grcnt-grnnd-father
was owned by Nnpoloon III.,
and nothing but the bluest blood runs
In my veins. Hero Is my pedigree,
HOLY ROLLERS OF
s I I 'ill 'raK0SUcSfS"i j
Ao Anlrrjal Story
Mr. Goose and Mr. Green Hull Frog,
chanced to Inhabit a pond quite near a
fasblnnablo hotel In the country.
Their little pond was not much larger
than they needed for their comfort, but
on tho booklet advertising tho hotel It
was called "the lake."
Every ovenlug tho ladles nnd gautlo
men from tho hotol would pat. ou their
flno clothes nnd walk nround the pond
"'Oh, look at tho awnnl"
"Oli, sco tho fine frogl"
' Doth Mr. Gooho nnd Mr. Green Hull
Frog wore much .pleased at bolng so
"TIIIH Ifl TUB 1'1101'im THINO."
recognised nnd detcrmliuHl to have
some style In drotw nt the (Mind since
they saw so much of It nt the hotel.
Knch was to dress ns best become him,
and thon together they were to decide
ou the stylo for the pond people. When
each had put on his mannish clothes
ho hardly knew the other.
Mr. Uooso was rigged out In coat tuul
rest with a tnll six story Piccadilly col
lar and high hut. Mr. Frog wns drww-
cd simply In u low standiug collsr and
This Is tho proper thing," said Mr.
Frog. "All tho sports vor It."
"Imnglue what n sight I'd be lu tltat
llttlo linen twud," said tho goMH ilU
Kustedly. "This neek of tutus utetU a
high board fence almut It. And us for
that bat-l should be lost to vpw."
fThlnk what a figure I'd cut In that
collar of yours.'' grinned the frog. "It
might do for a crown, and those clothes
oh, awfull I tsil you mine Is the
"No; initio Is, for yours wouldu't stay
on mo one inumont."
At langLh tho discussion waxed s
warm that thy wine to blows, and
tho goose all but swallowed the frog.
Thon. with collars torn ami clothes
rent and hats smashed, they sat down
911 the bank, panting.
"I xuom the styl." sW Mr Oeos
sadly, smoothing down his nulled fMtb
ern. "U to wear what suits you best
"I guess you speak the truth." pant
Mr. Frog-St Louis Post-Ulsiwtch.
hi: jumi'hu moil in tjik mu.
he, "There Is one of those simple
birds. They are the largest of thlr
kind, nnd yet have no wny to protect
themselves except to run away. Just
look nt him now, with his bend down
In the sand. I shnll ndvuncu slowly
upon him, grab n handful of feathers
and my fortune Is made."
Mr. Arab stole up softly, creeping on
hands and feet.
Mr, PluniotiUl chuckled to himself
under the sand 'nnd kept very still.
"Oh. how easy!" snld Mr. Arab. "It
Is simply ridiculous how easily somo
animals arc fooled." And ho reached
out his hand, grasping two of the long
In au Instant tho mossngo hnd gone
along the nerves of Mr, I'lumctnll that
fiio time for action hud come.
IIo Jumped high in the air, throwing
tho sund squarely In the face of the
swarthy Arab, nnd thon denlt him two
fearful blows with his heavy feet.
Mr. Arnb fell bnckwnrd nnd seemed
to see two suns In tho sky, and it seem
cd to be mining sand.
Wheu he enmo to himself tho ostrich
stood grinning nt him,
"When you nlo n mnn up," said he,
"romoinber that thero nre two ends to
ilm."-St. Louis I'ost-Dlspntch.
TKIil, OVKH UBAD.
You ciin seo thnt It goes back to the
tlmo when chickens first inhabited the
"Oh, that's nothing!" said tho older
rooster. "I'm gnme nil over. I don't
count so much ou wlint my grand
father nnd grcnt-grnndfnthor did, but
whnt I eun do myself." And with that
he gave the proud rooster such n ter
rible thrashing that It fell over dead
on the pedigree It hnd boon showing.
Thon the old rooster stnrted to crow,
nnd snld, "A live gume bird Is worth
n thousand blun blooded ones," nnd ho
went on picking corn.
Moral. Lenrn to dopend upon your
self nnd not ou whnt your nncostors
did. Detroit Journul.
Ao Aolrrjal S!ory
Practice What You Preach
Ao Aolnjal Story Por
. . . How the . . .
Rooster Learned a Lesson
There was n rooster thnt wns so
largo that a boy hitched him up to a
wagon nnd drove him up and down the
"Ah!" exclaimed the rooster. "It is
much nicer to bo a horse than n rooster
I shnll always be a horse."
And ho felt very proud indeed of his
When night came, his master put a
halter on him and tied htm in n regular
"My dear." quacked Mrs. Duck to
her two promising offspring, "always
follow the advice of your elders. Ono
learns more by example than by pre
cept. Just observe your mother. Seek
to do as she does, and remember a!
wnyu to obey to the full her commands
even though the sky should fall."
"Quack, quack!" assented tho off
spring. "Now, by observing all that I do you
will learn much that will be helpful.
What have we hero? All, that's Inter
esting! A chopping block, my dears.
"Let mo remind you both that n duck
should novor try to fly high; thoy aro
too heavy but I would like to kuow
what's lu that pall" saying which she
Hopped and scrambled up ou to tho
block lu n most ungraceful woy. The
two ducklings stared wondorlngly.
"Qunck, quack!" was all they said.
"Now, horo Is a pall," Mrs. Duck con
tinued wheu she could get balanced
'Mil f nfatit!
URoru mu w xsu down the koad
horse stall aud gave him an armful of
hay and a bucket of water for his sup
per. Mr. Itoontor mad au effort to make
a meal of these, but without success,
oor was ho able to sleep standing up
thero lu tho stall.
When his master eamo through the
stable to seo if all was woll the rooster
'Please, sir. I don't think t llk be
lag a horse. Please let mo be n rooster
And hta master was a good person
aud granted his request. Atlanta Constitution.
"QUACK, QUACK P WAS ALT, THRT 3AIIJ
"In it I pee n greon liquid -of course
you can't, but you will take my wor
for It as good duckies should, it is
probably grass chopped flue aun
squcoxed in n pross.
"Now, you know I have often to'J
you novor to stick your bills iuto any
thing that you are not familiar with
It is very dangerous. But of course 1
shall Investigate It. Stand perfectly
still where you are and don't im-ve
an Inch If the sky should fall." The
ducklings meekly answered, "Quack,
Mrs. Duek stuek her long bill down
In' the greon paint, but drew it ou
"Oh. oh!" she criod. "norrid. horrid
I filwll faint! Cateh me." And sue
fell liackward off the block. As she
did so the pall of (Mint upeet and tho
little ducklets. obodhint to death, re
fusing to move, oauglit it all.
When Mrs. Duek recovered and look
ed about her she spied her pea green
oldldrvn crying. "Weep, weep! Weep.
"TheroP su said hotly. "Why don't
you do as I told you to do?"
"Wc thought we did,' was all the
All of which shows that some people
are better at preaching than at prac
ticing. -St. Louis Post-nupatch.
Tho re is nothing now undor tho sun;
says an exchange; not ovon tho "Holy
Rollers." A small band of fanatics
known as tho "Holy Rollers had a
brief career In 1873, In the town of
Hardwlck, Vt. Tholr loader whose
name was Drldgomnn, having had his
mind discomposed by froquont at
tendance nt prayer meetings In tho
neighborhood, profoeeed to be Inspired .
from on high and was not long in en-'
listing several followors. The oxer-,
clses at the meetings of those fanatics
consisted qf tho most ludicrous and,
foolish performances, such as fright
ful yelling, harking In Imitation of
dogs and foxes, mimicry of cuckoos
and other bh'ds, Jumping, swinging the
nrms and rolling on the floor and
from tho last circumstances they J
wore called Holy- Itollors. Tholr
londor declared that thoy must not
shave, and thoy suffsrod their beard3 !
was rovealad to another of tholr num
ber that thoy must nil shave, nnd It
Thoso fanatics wero countenanced
and oncouragod by largo numbers of
the Inhabitants of Hardwlck nnd the
ueignuoring towns, xuo pastor oi i
tho Congrogatlonallst church, Rov. I
Choeter, proached a vigorous sormon
against these absurdities, which was
published and wldoly circulated in
1838. Somo of tholr number woro
Imprisoned for disturbance of relig
ious worship and these fanatics woro
Those facts aro set forth In much
fuller detail In Thompson's History
or Vermont, published In 1841. Tho
author was a clorgyman of tho Epis
copal Church and professor of natural
history In tho University of Vermont
and his narrative may bo accepted as
a proof that in tho modern "Holy
Rollers history has only ropcated it
self. When tho Holy Rollers appeared
in Hardwlck It was a town of 2400
inhabitants, and had been organized
over forty years, had good schools
and thrco churches, and is distant
only 21 mil6s from tho capital of tho
state, but no civilization, no environ
ments, will ovor b& proof against
suddon outbreaks of fanaticism on the
tho part of Ignorant, weak-minded
people, who, If not dorangod, have
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MaKing' a New Play
for SaraK BernKardt
IN these progressive days, when actors and actresses are carefully
measured by dramatists engaged to cut out plays for them,
the task of fitting a play to a woman like Sarah Bernhardt
would be a tolerably difficult matter, notwithstanding the artistic
semblance attainable in the "fitting" system. She is the sort of
woman who requires what the milliners, in their most exuberant
moods, call "a creation."
Talents can be measured to order, and personality is a domi
nating feature of the stage ; but there is a psychology in the charac
ter of genius that cannot be arranged for mechanically before hand.
It was an indisputable distinction that fell upon
Fo Marion Crawford
when he was asked, two years ago, by the great tragedienne, to
write a play for her.
This article, illustrated from especially posed photographs of
Mr. Crawford, is one of the many interesting articles in this
month's (November) Metropolitan Magazine
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of the month
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