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LETTER FROM THE NATIONAL CAPITAL
Senator Whyte’s Return to the Senate
—Former Colleagues—A Tempting
Professorship—Friendship of
Bryan and Roosevelt.
WASHINGTON.—There are three octogenarl
ansin the UnitedStates senate now. Senator William
Pinckney Whyte of Maryland, stands with Senators
Pettus and Morgan, of Alabama. He is in his
eighty-second year, just about the same age as Mr.
Morgan, but is as rlgdrous us men of half his age
and is by far the spryest of the group of senators
who have passed the three score years and ten
mark. His rapid step gives promise of an ability
to run a foot race. His form is as straight as a
cedar and he would easily be taken for a man just
in the prime of life.
To him it was an Interesting experience when
he stepped up to the vice president's desk a few
days ago and took again the oath of an office from
which he had retired just a quarter of a century
ago last March. He was a good deal anectea as ne
looked out over the senate chamber and thought of the group of men who sat
in those seats when he was one of their colleagues.. Only three men who were
in the senate when he retired saw him take the oath of Office. These were
Senators Allison, of Iowa, Teller, of Colorado, and Morgan, of Alabama. Two
of these, Senators Allison and Morgan, have been in continuous service since
Mr. Whyte retired in 1881 and the other, Senator Teller, was only out of the
senate three years during which time he was secretary of the interior under
President Arthur.
Mr. Whyte retired from the senate at the beginning of the Forty-sixth
congress at which time there were in the senate such men as John A. Logan,
Roscoe Conkling, John J. Ingalls, James G. Blaine, George Frisbie Hoar, Wil
liam Wisdom, Davis, of West Virginia, Cockrell, of Missouri, Garland, Vor
hees, Zeb Vance, Hill and Brown, of Georgia, Bayard, of Delaware, Lamar, of
Mississippi, Vest, of Missouri and Hampton of South Carolina.
MARYLAND’S “GRAND OLD MAN’’ MOST INTERESTING.
Senator Whyte is a most interesting character
and has earned the title of Maryland’s “Grand Old
Man.” He has a beautiful country estate called the
“Roost" on the Gunpowder river in eastern Mary
land. He is very fond of outdoor life and while he
attributes his activity and excellent health at his
advanced age to an abstemious life, very largely,
he also gives credit to outdoor living.
”1 get plenty of fresh air,” said the senator
speaking of his excellent health the other day.
“Nearly every afternoon 1 go for a drive, whether
I am in town or in the country. We stay in the
country from June to November and I drive all
through the beautiful valleys in that section. We
live informally at our house in the country as well
as in town. There are always seats at the table
for those who may drop in. At one meal we may
have five, and 16 at the next. I never write a note to any of our friends on gilt
edged paper inviting them to dinner: we just like for them to come.”
When the senator first came to the senate it was in 1867 during reconstruc
tion days, and a number of the southern states looked to him as their repre
sentative. “I was the senator from Virginia, he says, “and I was also the sena
tor from Georgia. At least that is what they used to call me and the people
from both states used to write to me about matters they wanted attended to.
It was in the reconstruction period and it was alleged that these two states
were not entitled to senators. Some of the other southern states had carpet
bag representatives, but for a while I looked after Georgia and Virginia as
well as Maryland.”
The new senator will have about 18 months to serve before the Maryland
legislature meets and elects his successor. The hearty welcome he has met with
at the hands of senators, new and old, is assurance that this will be a very
satisfactory rounding out of his public life, as at his age he will not expect to
be reeleceted. --
ONE OF THE MOST FINISHED SCHOLARS IN PUBLIC LIFE.
u is oareiy possioie tnat tne nouse will shortly
lose one of its most interesting characters and one
of its ablest members. John Sharp Williams, the
minority leader on the floor, has under considera
tion the profTer of a professorship in the University
of Virginia. He has been asked to take the chair
of political history in that celebrated institution of
learning. This offer is very attractive to Mr. Wil
liams as he is a graduate of that university and is
one of the most finished scholars in public life.
Political history would be well treated at his hands
for he is thoroughly posted on the subject and has
himself had a hand in the making of considerable
political history in the United States.
Mr. Williams is divided in his wishes as the
public service has grown very enjoyyable to him,
£, particularly since his party has repeatedly hon
him by making him their leader on the floor of the house. If the Demo
crats should elect a majority in the next house of representatives Mr. Williams
would undoubtedly be the leading candidate for the speakership., although he
would have many rivals, as the Democratic side would furnish a number of am
bitious gentlemen who would be willing to wield the gavel. Mr. Williams con
fesses to being averse to the strenuous life and this characteristic leads him to
look upon the career of a university professor with considerable favor.
MAY ENTER RACE FOR GOVERN ORSHIF IN KENTUCKY.
Senator Joseph Clay Stiles Blackburn, of
Kentucky, will retire from the senate on the third
of next month. During the few remaining months
of his service he will occupy the highest position
of honor in the gift of his fellow Democrats on
the floor of the senate. He will be the leader of
the minority. This is the place so long held by
the late Senator Gorman and to be chosen for it
is proof of a senator's popularity and staunch par
tisanship. The principal part of the duties of a
minority leader is to take advantage of every
opening where party capital can be made. He is
also the chairman of the minority caucus and the
decisions of such a caucus are put into his hands
for enforcement.
Mr. Senator Blackburn is an old time south
erner and one of the very few confederate soldiers
in congress. He served in the confederate army throughout the whole of the
civil war and has a record for bravery that is most creditable, but of which he
makes no boasts. He has not made many speeches of late years, but while in
the house and in his early days in the senate he was noted as one of the fine
orators of congress. He had an aptitude for the coining: of high sounding, at
tractive phrases. He is the author of that celebrated expression: "He who
dallies is a dastard; he who doubts is damned.”
The senator has always been noted for the profound eloquent way in which
he can state a most self-evident fact. The veriest platitude he can make ap
pear as a new thought and a literary discovery. It has often- been said of him
that he could take the proposition that two and two make four and express it
in such a manner and in such eloquent thunder that the average man would
suppose that he were combatting a theory that had been long established to the
effect that two and two do not make four. Mr. Blackburn will probably enter
the race for the governorship in Kentucky.
EXPRESSIONS OF ENTHUSIASM FOR BRYAN.
Political circles in this city have all been stir
red up recently by the revival of the talk of Wil
liam Jennings Bryan as a candidate for the presi
dency in 1908. Mr. Bryan served two terms in con
gress away back In the early 90’s and while in
Washington he made a vast number of warm
friends and intense admirers. The recrudescence
of his boom for the presidency has brought great
pleasure and satisfaction to these old friends and
they have seen to it that the mention of his name
has received the greatest enthusiasm. ft has been
noted that during the last few weeks in the house
whenever a Democratic orator would mention the
name of Bryan the applause would be instantane
ous and enthusistic. There are a few Uearst en
thusiasts among the Democrats in the house and to
these the mention of Bryan has not been particu
**** V —
There is a warm sympathy and freindship between Mr. Bryan and Presi
dent Roosevelt. They have many things in common and have advocated simi
lar great economic principles. At a Gridiron club dinner a little more than a
year ago these two distinguished men were guests and it is still an interesting
reminiscence to those who attended that banquet to recall the way Roosevelt
and Bryan threw bouquets at each other.
One of the interesting features of present political speculation is that if
Bryan is nominated by the Democrats in 1908 Mr. Roosevelt must be renomi
nated by the Republicans, if the latter hope to win the election. It is claimed
that these two men stand for virtually the same principles and Roosevelt’s pop
ularity will be needed to keep up the Republican hopes. It would be a contest
largely of personal popularity of the two candidates if, as the general impression
is, their principles do not differ very widely.
ACCEPTED GIFT OF FORTUNE.
——— - "-TWIH I 'MlLdLLlMLI
At the hearing of the interstate commerce commission, investigating the
alleged discrimination by railroads in the distribution of coal cars. W. A.
Patton, assistant to President Cassatt, of the Pennsylvania railroad, admitted
that he holds 6,140 shares of stock, with a par value of $307,000, which were
given him by various coal companies.
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DIFFERENT KIND OF PET.
Handsome Young Woman Had Some
thing Better Than Dogs
to Love.
When the thin woman in the long
gray ulster sat down in the subway
car opposite the rat woman holding a
bright little Scotch terrier. It could be
seen at once that they had points of
common interest, and that these points
of common interest consisted of dogs,
relates the New York Press.
"What a dear little fellow he is,"
chirped the thin woman.
"Isn't he a dear?” cooed the rat
woman, smuggling her pet so closely
that he had to sniff for breath.
"Mine is a French poodle,” answered
the thin woman. "1 hear those gray
terriers are coming into style, though.”
"Yes, they’re all the rage," said the
fat woman. “I had to give up fifty for
Sandy."
A handsome young woman who oc
cupied the seat by the thin woman was
an interested listener to the colloquy.
She was good-looking enough to at
tract attention anywhere, and she
looked as if site loved everything that
war worth loving in this world, in
cluding dogs. She leaned over and
gave Sandy’s head an affectionate pat,
and Sandy tried to lick her gloved
hcDd.
“You love dogs, too?" said the fat
woman.
“Oh, yes,” was the reply, "who could
help it?”
"What kind U yours?" came the
eager query.
"Mine? Oh, I haven’t any. Mine is a
fcaby .”
And the fat woman and the thin
wrman raised their brows, turned up
Iheir noses and grew coldly silent, just
as if some one had said something to
shock their sense of modesty.
He Failed.
Senator Bacon, of Georgia, was ac
tive at the war department and White
House in protesting against the march
Df Father Sherman across Georgia on
WOMAN’S DAMAGING VANITY
Love of Fine Appearance Sometimes
Leads to Painful Self
Sacrifice.
When the Leicester woman was
missing some time ago, her relatives
published a detailed description of her.
It contained this sentence: “Small toe
of each foot missing. ' As it was very
[ unlikely that both toes had been am
putated by accident, some one asked
the woman's mother to account for the
lost toes. After a gallant effort to
1 evade the question, the old lady reluct
antly confessed that her daughter had
the toes severed to enable her to wear
very small shoes!
It is well known that hundreds of
women suffer torture every week by
having their cheeks tinted with elec
tric needles, or having almost invisible
hairs plucked from their fair faces.
In most lonely districts—such as the
islets of the Irish and Scottish coasts—
the women have a weakness for
gaudy colors. A parson in little St.
Kilda tells of a servant-maid of his—
a native of the island—who asked his
pei mission to take a brightly-colored
Persian hearthrug to church to use
as a shawl. Thinking the request was
merely a crude joke, he laughingly as
sented. To his astonishment, he be
held her, a little later, walking
jauntily down the aisle of the church,
with the rainbow-colored rug about her
shoulders, admired and envied by the
feminine ixmion of the congregation,
at least.
His Idea of It.
A certain congressman from Vir
ginia has long retained in his employ
a colored man by the name of Ezekiel.
One morning the master left the house,
leaving behind him a letter he had for
gotten. Some time in the afternoon
he remembered the communication,
and, as it was of some importance, he
hastened back home, only to find that
the letter was nowhere to be seen in
his library. He had a distinct recol
lection that the letter had been left
JLI.ir QUEEN’S TEMPORARY ABODE.
Tkuici.
E1 Pardo palace, near Madrid, in which Princess Ena was a guest until
her marriage to King Alfonso, is one of the old royal mansions near the
Spanish capital. It stands six miles northwest of the city, and is, In fact,
only a flne hunting seat. The buildings are rambling and roomy and the
immediate environs uninteresting, but the structure itself, which was restored
by Charles III., contains many art treasures and priceless heirlooms.
the route taken by Gen. Sherman when 1
he was marching through . Georgia. !
At the Cannon __ birthday reception j
President Roosevelt ita Shaking hands
with Senator Bacon said: “Here is
the man who stopped Sherman’s sec
ond march through Georgia to the
sea.” “That’s better luck than I had
the first time,” Bacon replied. “I tried
to stop the first march to the sea by
Sherman, but I never got anywhere on
the project.”
Answered.
John Wesley Gaines, while in one
ot his tantrums, inquired in impas
sioned tones: “Why do we sit here
like a lot of cowards and raise every
body else'B salary and not raise our
own?" Prompt reply came in solemn
tones from Congressman Sims, of his
own state: “Because we want to come
back here." John sat down and an
other southerner remarked: “Sims
■hows the conscience that makes cow
ards of all congressmen.”
on a table. He summoned Ezekiel and
asked If he had seen the letter.
“Yessah, yo’ lef It on yo’ table."
“Then where Is It now?”
“I mailed it, sah.”
“Yon mailed it! Why, Zeke, I had
not put the name and address on the
envelope!”
“Jes’ so, sah! I thought it was one
of dem anonymous letters.”—American
Spectator.
Silly Idea.
Poet—Will you look over this bit of
verse at your leisure?
Editor—See here, young man, what
ignorant fool ever gave you the idea
that newspaper men ever have any
leisure?—Cleveland Leader.
Use Liquid Food.
In France it Is a penal offense to
give any form of solid food to babies
under a year old, unless it be pre
scribed in writing by a properly quali
fied medical man.
f
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(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
Dr. Ogden Moore leaned back in his
official chair and let his clear gray
eyes rest critically upon the rows of
pathetic faces before him.
"The following patients will please
remain." He called a dozen names;
the other patients trooped out.
"I have asked you to remain,” he
■aitH, "because I feel that you all need
a little outing to assist my treatment,
and I wish to ask you if you will be
my guests to-morrow on a trip down
the Sound.”
There was an astonished silence.
"I should like to have you meet me
to-morrow morning at eight o'clock on
the pier at the foot of East Twenty
sixth street. I will make all arrange
ments, and if any of you wish to bring
a member of your family or some
friend I stall be glad to have you uo
so. To-morrow is Sunday, you know.
Mind you don’t disappoint me. It’s
part of your treatment, you know,” he
added with a kindly smile.
Miss Gladys Harte rested her round
elbows on the rail of the rustic sum
mer house and gazed long and thought
fully at the great moon.
“That is right,” observed Dr. Mooie,
who was standing at her shoulder.
"Look at the moon, dear!”
She looked up swiftly.
“You must not call me that, Ogden.”
“Why not?” he asked, quietly.
“Because I don't love you! Nor do
I think,” she pursued relentlessly,
“that you love me.”
“I don’t believe that I quite under
stand you, Gladys,” he answered,
rather formally.
She turned to him in sudden anger.
"Can you blame me, Ogden?” she
asked swiftly. "Last week I wanted
you especially for a sailing party
which Jack Reddington was getting
up; but no, you had an engagement—”
"But that was one of my clinic days
—” he interrupted, a slight change In
his voice.
"Yes—and you were unwilling to give
It up for just one afternoon for me.
And yesterday 1 took advantage of
your insistently repeated requests to
use the Lotus and made up a little
party for to-morrow afternoon. Now,
you tell me that you have made other
plans for Sunday—”
"But my dear girl!” he cried desper
ately, "why didn't you let me know?
I promised the Lotus only yesterday
afternoon to some friends.”
"Why can’t you tell them that they
must wait?' she asked sharply.
“Because—” He hesitated—“I can’t!”
he finished abruptly.
Promptly at seven bells the follow
ing morning, Ogden stepped into the
Lotus’ cutter and was pulled smartly
in. His guests were punctual in arriv
ing
The sun was about two hours from
the clear western horizon as the fleet
Lotus ripped her way through the
calm waters of the Sound.
The day had been one of unalloyed
delights. Thanks to the candid hos
pitality of their host, the guests were
entirely at ease with their novel sur
roundings before Hell Gate was
reached.
Ogden, from the bridge, where he
had gone to speak to the captain, con
templated his guests thoughtfully. As
for the women, Ogden thought that he
had been often presented to those of
far less charm of manner and appear
ance than several among his guests;
yet all of these people represented a
class as far removed from “his set” as
if they had belonged to a different
race.
"Every Sunday, hereafter,” he said
to himself, “These, or others like
them; hereafter the clinic gets a
seventh share-in this packet—Gladys
or no Gladys!"
Just then the captain approached.
‘‘Dr. Moore," he said, "the Aurora
Is becalmed on our port bow and Is
signalling that she would like to speak
to you, sir.”
Ogden gianced up in vexation. The
Aurora recalled an episode of the eve
ning before which he had been trying
all day to put from his mind.
"Very well,” he replied, "run over
and see wbat she wants."
The fleet Lotus was soon abreast of
the stately schooner.
"Can you take us aboard and drop
us at the Yacht club?” came through
the megaphone, “this calm is likely to
last until midnight.”
Ogden's face hardened a trifle.
“Very well,” he replied, a bit stlflly.
The newcomers, chattering gaily,
boarded the yacht and proceeded to
distribute themselves about the decks,
some glancing curiously at the rather
odd-looking group of people under the
after awning. For Ogden himself,
there existed absolutely no doubt as to
the ethics of the situation. The pa
tients were his invited guests, and as
such were the peers of any who chose
or their own accord to make use of his
vessel. While the numbers made a
general introduction uncalled for, tie
would not hesitate to present any in
dividual of either set who happened to
become adjacent.
“Hello, doctor!” called a pleasant
faced young fellow who was walking
past “I say, who's that pretty woman
talking to the little Frenchman? In
troduce me, will you?”
“Certainly.” Ogden led him oft.
“Mrs. Morrell, let me present Mr.
Van Beuren,” he said quietly, adding,
“M. Lajoux, Mr. Bentley.”
“Dr. Moore!” called a pretty woman
with kind eyes and a wide, generous
mouth. Ogden recognized her as a
young widow who was rather celebrat
ed about the Yacht club for her harm
less gaieties.
"Who is that stunnfng-looking young
man with the eyes?” she whispered.
“He is an Armenian, Mrs. Town
send. He is studying law In New
York.”
"Oh, do bring him here. I want to
talk to him!”
Ogden walked over to the young Ar
menian and told him his mission. The
young man was delighted.
Leaving them, Ogden walked for
ward and lit a cigarette. Before he hud
“THEN YOU WON’T—FORGIVE—ME—
OGDEN?"
whom she was delaying, gazed at her
In surprise—"and about you!” she add
ed. “J am going to do something for
him this winter. He is too bright to
press clothes—and I think that you are
a dear!” she added impulsively, and
hurried down the steps, a suspicious
moisture m her sweet eyes.
Gladys' face looked mystified as she
followed her into the waiting launch.
Dr. Ogden Moore, from his seat upon
the broad rail of the veranda, ignored
a pair of big blue eyes which many
times that evening had sent their
pleading message.
“Ogden!" said a soft voice at his
shoulder, a voice that held the faintest
suspicion of a quaver. He arose quick
ly to his feet.
"Yes, Gladys?”
“Ogden—can you forgive me?” her
voice contained a passionate appeal.
He looked at her thoughtfully.
"I’m afraid not, Gladys,” he an
swered in a tone of regret.
“Then you won’t—forgive—me—Og
den?” It was the faintest whisper.
"I am very sorry—” he began coldly,
then paused, finding the words diffi
cult.
Gladys turned siowiy irom nim and
started to walk back toward the club
house. The mellow moon rays rested
lovingly on the fair, thoughtless head,
now wiser than a week ago; wiser for
the knowledge of some of the exquisite
pathos of humanity. Ogden saw her
round shoulders lift suddenly and
caught a low, heart-rending sound.
“Gladys!” He reached her in one
swift stride. His strong arms drew her
to him; her own crept softly around
his neck. Her tear-stained face was
close against his chest.
“Oh, Ogden—” she sobbed.
“Hush, darling! Of course I’ll for
give you.”
An “Exclamatory” Ailment.
A colored man in the employ of Rep
resentative James D. Richardson, of
Tennessee, was detailing to a friend the
particulars of a relative's illness, when,
according to the congressman, the fol
lowing dialogue ensued between the
two darkeys:
“Yes, siree!" exclaimed the negro
first referred to, “Moee is sure a sick
man. He’s got exclamatory rheuma
tism.”
“You mean Inflammatory rheuma
tism, explained the better-informed
colored man; “de word ‘exclamatory’
means to yell.”
“Yes, sir, I knows it does,” quickly
responded the other, in a tone of decid
ed conviction, “and dat’s jest what de
trouble is—de man jest yells all de
time.”—Success Magazine.
Information.
A sparerib—the first woman.
A yellow peril—the golden calf.
A dangerous pilot—the bunco steerer.
A burning question—fire Insurance.
A dark event—an African cake-walk.
A frigid stare—the ice man’s.
A syndicated story—the Mormon’s
proposal.
A watery grave—the ruined stock
operator’s.—Life.
"It is generally the duty of a post
office inspector to solve the mystery
of a robbery of mail without a single
clew to begin with," said Inspector iu
Chief Letherman to a Boston Globe
writer.
“The recent finding of a mail pouch
destined for Newton, but reaching
the waters of the harbor, with the
letters gone, is a case in point. I re
member when I was an Inspector at
Cincinnati I was called out by tele
gram to unravel the mystery of a lost
pouch containing valuable mail.
“I reached the town late In the
evening, and hunted up the postmas
ter, who was a prominent politician
and a man of high standing. He told
me there was absolutely no clew to
the pouch, which should have arrived
at 11:15 p. m. the night before and
did not. He said, however, that a city
officer had said to him that if some
one talked with a certain woman some
information might be secured,
“This woman, it was said, would
witness a parade next morning from
a window in the office of a business
company, and a description of her
was furnished. Just before the pa
rade I went to the street number des
ignated, but saw no one answering
the description at any of the windows.
"There was a lady, very refined and
well dressed, wearing the same sort
of a coat and furs, standing on tlje
curb, but it did not seem possible that
she could know anything about the
robbery. Still, as a matter of duty.
I moved beside her and handed her
my card.
one aid not glance at tt, but turned
her face away. I then asked when ihe
parade started. She made no reply,
but turned and walked away. I fol
lowed at a distance, and saw her en
ter one of the richest homes.
“I went back, thinking I had been
deceived, and saw at the window the
woman who had been described to me.
I walked into the crowd around the
windows and handed her my card.
‘I cannot talk to you here, but come
to my house to-night,' she said, ‘this
js the address.'
‘‘I called that evening, and found
the place was not the most aristo
cratic in the world. Far from it.
“She chatted for a time, and then,
becoming friendly, asked me if I
could get a money order for $50
cashed for her. I told her I thought
I could and would see the postmas
ter about it.
“I took the order, and the next
morning satisfied myself that it did
not belong to her, and, furthermore,
that It was in a letter sent in the
missing pouch.
“I went back to the house to see
her about it, and asked where she
got it. She said a man who owed
her some money had sent it to her.
I told her if it was all right it would
he paid the next day. and changed
the subject. At length she asked
me if I would drink a glass of ale
and started down to the cellar to
get some. As an excuse when she
was half down stairs I offered to
help her, and started down. ‘You
must not come down here—my hus
band will not like it,' she said, but
I kept on down.
"The cellar was filled with plun
der—hams by the score, boxes and
packages of all kinds, and one box
opened at one end exposed two or
three silk parasols. I asked her
what the collection meant, and she
said her husband was going to open
a store and had been collecting mer
chandise.
"She pledged me not to tell, as
he had not resigned his position yet.
and did not want it known that he
was going into business for himself
until he got all prepared.
“I had heard of the pillaging of
freight cars when I first came to
town, but as I was not on that er
rand I made no further remarks.
The next day bunches of looted mail
began to come into the post office,
picked up by citizens. It was found
under board sidewalks, in store boxes
and out of the way corners.
"The mail had all been opened and
rifled, but the letters were in the en
velopes. On my next visit to the
lady's house she showed me four siik
handkerchiefs she said she had re
ceived. as a present, and asked me
what I thought they were worth.
“The next visit resulted in a full
confession of all she knew about the
robbery. She had an admirer who
gave her the order to be cashed and
the handkerchiefs.
“The husband was suspicious of
him, and gave the slight tip to the
postmaster. I learned that the ad
mirer was employed at a livery sta
ble and slept in the loft, that he was
in the habit of hitching up for the
man who had the contract for carry
ing the night mails from the trains
to the post office, and that the two
were very chummy.
“I went to the stable and was told
the employe was asleep in the loft.
I took an officer with me. We had to
go up a ladder. There was nothing
in sight in the loft but a pile of hay.
but I noticed a tunnel in it. I
reached In. got hold of a dog and
quickly withdrew my hand. We then
took a fork and turned over the hay
and at the end of the tunnel found
the man we were looking for.
“He confessed that day. He told
us where the pouch was bidden, and
we found it. He proved to be an ex
convict from a neighboring state. He
got five years and the mail wagor
driver got three, and all I had to gc
on was a little tip from a jealous
husband.
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Norwegian Moss.
Prof. Hansteen, of the agricultura
school at Aas, Norway, finds that s
greenish-white moss common in tha'
country can be converted into delicious
and nutritious food by being subjectei
to a chemical process, compressed amv
cooked. He says that nine ounces of
moss, costing two cents, will make a
good dinner for six persons—which is
evidence that his zeal outruns his dis
cretion. inasmuch as an ounce and a
half of food is not enough to make a
substantial meal for a normal man or
woman.