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SIXTEEN THE DAILY JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 1903 3 An Animal Story Little PoIKo For 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: "It is." "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 lior." 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 boanv 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 towel. "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. Atlanta Coiiitllution. Ao An'ro&l Story Por Little Polks 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 Little Polhs Por 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 GREEN MOUNTAINS s I I 'ill 'raK0SUcSfS"i j Ao Anlrrjal Story Little PoIHa Por What !s Stylo? 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 pd. say: "'Oh, look at tho awnnl" "Oli, sco tho fine frogl" ' Doth Mr. Gooho nnd Mr. Green Hull Frog wore much .pleased at bolng so Bl "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 sporty derby. 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 stylol" "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 plumes. 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 earth." "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 Little PolKs Por Practice What You Preach Ao Aolnjal Story Por Little Folks . . . 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 road. "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 uow accomplishment. 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 said: 'Please, sir. I don't think t llk be lag a horse. Please let mo be n rooster again." 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, quack!" Mrs. Duek stuek her long bill down In' the greon paint, but drew it ou more quickly. "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. weopP "TheroP su said hotly. "Why don't you do as I told you to do?" "Wc thought we did,' was all the said. 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 was done. 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 dispersed. 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 unarrangod brains. Reduced Rates on Thanksgiving Day. Tho Sottthorn Pacific Company will General Passenger Agent. sell-tickets atmo and one-third fa,-) .. .. . ..... u,.wuoa a on us urogon nno ACCOUNT Tltrti on its Oregon lino account Thjnfe gWIng Day. Tickets will be sSu Novombor 25th and 26th, ana wmtf llnilfml frtn rndirn tn 1)111. ... . "t ........ .. ...... . llu, All Whli( slro to take advantage of this red) uon can oocuro ucKots from n Squthorn Pacific ago'nt on dates tloneu. W. E. 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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 99 10O Pages The best fiction of the month 1 (Ale) SKoirt Stories K. H. KU.SSSU., J-VBUSmjR, 3 WEST fc2 H -iSwlLLLV """fcfiBsB && anvrr n ttwot vmiir H -7- .. -.-... - K For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought