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THE LEWISTON TELLER.
CARL A. FORESMAN, Editor and Prop LEWISTON, IDAHO. Some people prefer ta lend money to a painted telegraph pole rather than to a growing tree because the former looks so much nicer. Great minds are often found to bo .running in similar channels. A great 'London physician states in the last number of an English magazine that mankind cat more than is good for them, and Mr. Gould has just remarked that mankind wear moro clothes than are good for them. Minister Phelps says English is the language in diplomatic circles in Berlin. The kaiser, Chancellor Cap rivi and all the high officials, as well ns society people, speak English, and show such preference for it that it .would be ungracious to insist upon German. One reason of this is the palional dislike to the French language and the partiality of literary people for English and American books. It is estimated that fully nine tentlu of the business letters of the country are now written on the type-writer. Schools for stenography and type writing are now to be found in every city, and they are well patronized. The man of large business now sits down for an hour and by dictation to his stenographer, rushes through in an hour the amouut of correspondence that formally occupied his time for half a day._ People have been wont to regard a continuous line of railroad connecting North and South Americ i as a vision ary scheme, and at present an impos sible one,'though it might be accom plished in some succeeding century. But a perusal of the reports shows that , a large portion of the line is already in existence. There are a groat many links already forged and the task of connecting them in one continuous chaiu is by no means so tremoudous as to appall modern engineers. Two eight-year-old boys are in cus tody in St. Paul for attempting to "crack" a safe. Stealing a sledge from a blacksmith shop they entered an office and broke off the handle und combination of tho safe. Here they were foiled, as they could not devise means for going further. A short time ago one of the boys took part in a theatrical representation in which there was a safe robbery scene. It is thought that this suggested the action in roal life, for which the lads will probably go to the reform school. Therr never yet was a grand pro cession that was not accompanied, or rather, in great measure made up of followers and onlookers. So in this life parade of ours, with its ever vary ing pageant and brilliant display, there are comparatively few who carry banners, who disport the epau lette, and the gold lace. And some times, we who help swell the ranks of those who watch and wait, grow dis couraged, almost thinking that life is a failure because it holds no gala-day for us, nothing but sobor tints and quiet duties. Nearly every express agent in tho country, per force of circumstances, has become a lottery agent. In large towns whenever the plunderers feel the receipts will warrant them in doing it, they appoint an outside agent whose duties are to receive their contraband hand bills and circulars by express and see to it that they are properly distrib uted. In this manner they are still able to fleece mill tous from the poor and the ignorant. The anti-lottery law needs a quasi codicil tacked on to it, or another law to go with it as a com panion piece. Nothing seems plainer thun that the west will do its own manufacturing in a few years. For a long time the New England and Middle States pre sumed that they would continue to produoe moro of the manufactured goods Jfor the entire country. They had the water power, which was chieriy depended on for running machinery. Steam power, however, is fast super seding water power for driving all kinds of machinery, and steam can be generated in the west much cheaper than in the east. The east has no natural gas and no soft coal, while the west has an abundance of both of them. Wood was once used In the east for generating Bteam, hut it has now be come too scarce and costly. I I There should be a new beatitudo. and it should read, "Blessed is the man who hath the courage of his con victions." It should apply to poor, long-suffering women ns well. Wc have plenty of tbo sort of courage that will load a man to step in front of a run away horse to check the flight of the maddened animal, or dash into a burn ing house, or throw himself off a dock to rescue a perishing wretch, but there is a dirth of the kind of bravery that will enable either man or woman to face a laugh in defense of a principle or succor a losing cause despite a sneer. How the best of us wiil sneak nff and trail our banner in the dust when the hotshot of ridicule confronts os from the enemy's camp or when some merry sentinel challenges us «ith the opprobrious epithet, "crank." THE CAMP AT HARRISES. flow »Blccdln' Kanau" Was Jilted. Why they called him Bleedin' Kansas I really couldn't say, I allers has er notion 'at ho came from Kansas way ; But or parly from Topeky 'at giv' et ter me straight 3atd 'at Bleedin' Kansas told him he wuz never in thcr state. tVhen ther critter come tor Harrises along in 'seventy-nine I don't belecvo ther tendorfoot had ever seen er mine; But though wo guyed him awful in ther playful way we had He tuck ot all good naturcdly an' never onct got mad. He wuz open ter conviction an' appeared ter tumble quick, So et didn't take him long ter lam thcr duties of or pick; An' ther way he kep' et goiu' et ther bot tom of thor shaft Wuz er lesson for ther loafers an' cr credit to thor craft. Ho wa'nt or prohibition crank an' y it ho seemed ter shun Ther shift 'at piled for Harrises cz soon ez work wuz done. But when tho boys insisted ho never mado er beef, An' stood his round o' treatin' without or sign o' grief. Ho never wuz er stingy duck, but still he didn't give. , The bulk of all his airnin's ter let the gam blers live ; An' ez fer wimmin's company, ho kep' 'em all aloof, An' showed 'em by his actions 'at he wuz bullet proof. Et seemed to mo 'at Kansas hed suthin' on his mind; Ho went around abstracted-like, an' some of us opined At mebbe ho wuz ha'uted by ghostes of thor past At follered him ter Harrises tor do him up ct last, He usetcr git er letter from ther carrier every week At brung hor mail bag ovor from ther stage et Frozen Creek; An' ho seemed to grow moro chipper, fer er day cr two et least, Ez he dreair.t about the writer 'at wuz waitin' thar back East. Ho wuz up on eddication said them cz thought they knew, An' ez fer pints on grammar, ho could give us all er few ; But still ho never put on airs an' allers acted whito, Tell ho became ct Harrises thcr gin'ral faveright. Wo ustcr gethor every week ter see him get his mail, An' soon ez et wuz handed him he'd mosey up thcr trail, But purty quick 'ud sontor back, his eyes er dancin' bright, An' then we knowod ther gal wuz true an' everythin' wuz right. Et gotter be absorbin' fun ter see that mail come in, An' all ther boys 'at gethered thar reflected Kansas' grin. Fer somehow every one of us wuz roady ter enthuse An' laugh with Bleedin' Kansas as he read his cheerful news. O' course ho never said cr word regardin' his affairs, Fer thar is secrets soch ez these er Teller never shares, But tho' ther critter fancied 'at no one know his play JThet whole blamed camp wuz posted in er most surprisin' way. He even knowed the color of her eyes an stylo o' noso, An' speckorluted mildly on ther pattoru of her clo'es. While darin' Dick McMastcrs, who had traveled in Paree, Opined she was an angel of superlative de gree. Some thought 'at she wuz stately an' per haps or trifle slim. tYith er pile o' gold an' lamin', but none too much for him ; ,Vbile others drawed her pictur' cz er sort o' fairy miss At wuz peart an' small an' nippy, made fer men ter kiss. 3ut none o' theso reflections Bleodin' Kansas ever beard; Et wuz on'y in our cabins 'at these re marks occurred, An' ez ther critter stayod alone we didn't hev no fears At what wo said about tho gal 'ud ever reach hit ears. Fer Not An' Er An' But He An' An' He I In a urty soon we heered 'at Kansas wuz fixin' up his shack, An' then we seed him buildin' er kitchen et ther back, An' one er two perjoctions' at ho added ter thor side Set all ther boys er chucklin', fer they knowed et meant er bride. But still he never peeped or word, fer, ez I've tried ter show, In sproadin' information ther cuss wuz mighty slow ; But when ther shack wuz finished an' we seen ther way he looked We mentally determined 'at thet eastern gal wuz booked. Nex' Monday, when ther carrier come a-lopin' up ther trail, Thar never wuz so many ducks er lookin' after mall ; But, In course to Bleedin' Kansas they giv ther right o' way, For when a feller gits in love thar's allers hell ter pay. Ther carrier held ther letters an' sifted thro' ther list, But thor mail fer Bloedin' Kansas for cr wonder hod been missed ; An' ther disappointed lover dropped outer line an' flow, With every mother's son of us er feelin' Jest ez blue. Another week an' then cr third, but still no lettor fell In Bleedin' Kansas' waitin' hands ter tell him she wuz well ; An' all on us wuz mournful-like, on' won dered ef could be Ther gal bed jumped thcr cantract an' agreed ter disagree. Et last our mental foelin's hed come ter aech a pitch 'At some of us determined fer ter try an' larn ther hitch ; But et broke our resolutions an' giv' our hopes er cramp Ter Bad 'at Bleedia' Kansas hed tuk an' Jumped ther camp. sev'ral months stayod away left tho boys in doubt, Not knowin' if that love affair of his had petered out. then one day ter Harrises er feller moseyed in, tall, ungainly critter, with features pale an' thin, clothin' soiled an' dusty from er long an' weary tramp— But we recognized poor Kansas an' wel comed him ter camp. never said er word about tho gal he useter spark, An' tho' we fairly ached ter know, wo kep' our wishes dark ; For somehow we could plainly soe tho fel ler wa'n't tho same, An' knowed by intooition 'at er cuss had jumped his claim. He tuck ter drinkiu' after this an' gambled like a Turk. An' spent his money foolishiy an' seldom went ter work. An' on ther wimmen et thcr camp he lav ished lots o' stuff. Tell all remarked 'at Kansas wuz or gittin' mighty though. One night when he wuz bilin' drunk an' in er sort o' craze He reeled terward his purty shack an' set thcr place a blaze ; An' ez ther wind rose higher it seemed cz cf et tried Ter sing er sort o' rcquecam for Bleedin' Kansas' bride. j donno whar ther feller slep' succeedin' this event; In days an' night o' wild debauch ther criter's life wuz spent; An' all of us felt mighty sore ter think er gal could send. So trim er chap ez Kansas wuz ter such cr measley end. Et wa'n't no use er talkin,' ther pace wuz awful fast, But all of us wuz startled when ther wind up come ct last. An' et broke us up completely when Bleodiu' Kansas lay Weth er bullet in his temple, an' his spirit far away. His huud still grasped cr locket, iuside o' which wo spied, Ther saucy, dimpled face o' her who wuz ter bo his bride. An' we laid et in his bosom, nltho' we felt 'at she Wuz honestly responsible fer all his misery. Wo buried Bleedin' Kansas exactly on ther spot Whar he hod sunk upon his knees ter fire ther fatal shot. An' ther burnt an' blackened timbers of ther shanty seemed ter bo Er monnyment cz flttin' cz cr man 'ud wish ter soe ; An' ther winds thet whistled thro' 'em weth pregnant words wuz rife, Fer they told of faithless woman an' er wretched, ruined life. Sam T. Clover. The CAUGHT BY A SPIDER. A lonu'i Horrlhl« Fate—Trapped sad Sloitlf Bitten to Death. A story showing the strength and intelligence of the spider has been revived. Following is tho original account, clipped from the Lebanon (Ky.) Standard of 1882: "A tolerably tall desk stands against the wall in P. C. Cleaver's livery stable. A small spider had fastened to the bottom of the desk a conical web reaching nearly to the floor. About 11:80 o'clock Monday forenoon it was observed that the spider had ensnared a young mouse by passing filaments of her web around its tail. When first seen tho mouse had its forefeet on the floor, and could barely touch the floor with its hind feet. The spider was full of business, running up and down the line and occasionally biting the mouse's tail, making it struggle desperately. Its efforts to escape were all unavailing, as the slender flluments about its tail were too strong for it to break. In a short time it was seen that the spider was slowly hoisting its victim into the air. By 2 o'clock in the afternoon the mouse could barely touch the floor with its forefoot; by dark the point of its nose was an inch above the floor. At 8 o'clock at night the mouse was still alive, but made no sign except when the spider de scended and hit its tail. At this time it was an inch and a half from the floor. Yesterday morning the mouse was dead, and hung three inches from the floor." A Deadlock. Tourist —"You are from New Unity, are you not? How aro matters pro gressing out there?" Kansan—"First rate, except an election contest we've got on hand. Y'ou see, thar was mo an' Hooks run nin' for the office of mayor, an' when the votes was counted it was found that each had received tho same num ber. Hanged if I see any way out of the muddle!" Tourist—"Cannot another election he called?" Kansan—"'Twouldn't do no good! I hain't goin' to vote fer Hooks nor he fer me, and if a third man moves in o' course he'll want the office, too. an' so vote for himself. It looks mightily like a deadlock, stranger!"—Munsey's Weekly. Poor Lo and Hit Dtipa.r. I heard a United States marshal toll a good story the other day. He had been ordered to go after an Indian who was selling whisky to his dusky friends. After he captured tho warrior he gave him a long lecture on the de pruvity of his conduct After listen ing stolidly the half-breed said: "Ain't dere no way I can get helped outer this?" "No one can help jrou now but God," his captor answered. ' Tho prisoner shook bis head sndly, In a hopeless manner, as he muttered: "Well, God, he good deal liko Uncle Sam; no one ever see him."—New York Truth. a HOW KING WAS KILLED. THE INSIDE STORY OF A FA MOUS MURDER. The San Franc Leo Vigilantes' Biss— How Th(j Bang Cut; for King's Assiiilnitlsn and Laid llaada oa tbs Lata Jsilge Terry of California. 3 James E. King, of New York, tho head of tho King Locomotive Works, tells an interesting story of tho vigi lantes who hanged Jim Casey for the murder of another James Klug in Cal ifornia in tho year 1856. "I was liviug in California in 1856." said Mr. King, "and was deeply inter ested in tho growth and prosperity of San Francisco. Lawlessness prevailed everywhere and the so-called 'law and order' party was composed of men who lopenly took the law into thoir own -hands. Ned McGowen was a judge of the district court and Judge Terry was at the head of tho supreme court of the state, and two more lawless men than Terry and McGowen never lived. "James King, of William, so called »to distinguish him from another Kiug, a man of importance in California, wqs the editor of the leading daily paper in San Francisco, a man of character and standing who, as an editor, was more fearless in his denunciation of •wrong or injustice than Young, of the Chronicle, ever was in his best and bravest days. "Jim Casey was a gambler, a tall, dignified looking person, of local re nown, tho intimate and confidential .friend of Judge Ned McGowen. lly •the way, the last I heard of McGowen ihe was a dealer in a faro bank at aratoga. James King, of William, ad been particularly bitter for months in his paper in denunciation of the ring robberies in San Francisco, when the crowd of lawless men domi nated over by Judge Terry and Ned McGowen made up their minds that tho time had come to kill James King, pf William. There was no other way to silence the paper savo to kill the owner and editor, for King was rich and influential and a man whose per sonal integrity was above suspicion. "Secret assassination was so com mon that it scarcely provoked com ment, for the 'laiv and order' men pwned the courts and controlled the fnayor of tho city and tho San Fran cisco police. No one stood in with tho gamblers, and shielded them more than Ned McGowen, of the district court. He was one of them. To him Casey naturally went to air the com jnon grievance of tho dangerous classes against King, whose Saracen blade, wielded in trenchant editorial phillippics in his paper, cut like a two-edged sword. "McGowen did not hesitate a mo ment to go into the scheme to rid San Francisco of tho odious presence of Editor King. McGowen proposed that he and Casey should draw straws, one short and one long, and the man who drew the short straw was to shoot James King, of William, on sight. This was satisfactory to Casey, in whom the gambling instinct was pre dominant. At a celebrated tavern, long since torn down, and now tho site of a big bank, the friends of Mc Gowen and Casey met to decide by lot who should kill the dauntless King. After a roystering time, long after midnight on a summer night, the man who presided at tho table held the straws in his right hand. "He reached his hand out toward Casey. "The gambler drew tho long straw. "For McGowen was loft tho short straw—and ho must kill Editor King. "The solemnity of tho event and tho uncertainty of the rosult, as woll as the natural fear of punishment for so great a crime, made Ned McGowen white as a gho.it. The sounds of revelry ceased and tho consnirators grew solemn as Judgo ? tel owen pictured to the assembled t-Jm>.i the consequences to all of them if he. a judge of tho district court, should openly assassinate James King, of William, in the streets of Sun Fran cisco. "The audience who sat around tho table grew sober as the serio isncss of tho situation dawned on thorn." con tinued Mr. King. "An eye-witness of the scone told mo years after the event th t as Jim Casey rose up from tho table white as a sheet, witli coin cross ed lips, and began to speak, cold chills ran down his spine. Casey said: •! hike in the situation. McGowan is right. He can't afford to kill Jim King. I can and I will.' Instant ap plause followod this utterance of Casey's. So powerful was tho organi zation of tho so-called 'law and order' men that they did not dream that tho conservative element in ihe city would dare to invoke the lex talionis, and take a life for life, with swift certain ty. "Time wore on and the intensity and bitterness of feeling lietween the champions of law and those wko lived by lawlessness increase 1 rather than diminished. Casey was not tho man to go back on a promise in ado to his confederates in crime. Editor King knew timt he was a doomed man if his enemies conic get the drop on him. His personal courage equaled the vim and courageous audacity of his edi torial utterances. The editor atways went armed with a pair of six-shooters. One morning, on bis way to his news paper office, he saw Jim Casey rapidly , approaching him oa the main street of San Francisco. "When ten feet away Casey drew revolver and King did the same. Both tired at the same moment. King with a bullet in his left breast just above the heart. Casey esc ipod with out a scratch. King was taken to his office, where he died that day. ex pressing himself as satisfied with his course against the public robbers and willing to leave his vindication to his friends. "But that deadly pistol hall from Jim Casey's revolver roused San Fran cisco liko the shock of a great moral earthquike. That very night at the office of the greatest lawyer in San Francisco half a dozen leading men in that city met. It was a gathering of solemn and determined men. Every one of tho six represented some great interest in San Francisco and it had come to be well known that no man's life was worth a minuto's purchase whodaro to denounce the lawless ele ment, intrenched behind tho ruling power in the supreme court and in the municipal courts as well as the mayor's office. The oldest lawyer in the party (half wero lawyers and the other three wore leading business men), said the time had come when tho majority of the law must be upheld and that in his opinion the murder of James King, of William, must be promptly avenged. There was not a dissenting voice to this proposition, and the six then and there organized tho 'Vigilantes,' or vigilance committee. Before a week they had an organization 20,000 strong, and before the end of the same week Jim Casey was under arrest, and dur ing the next ten days after that he was tried by tho committee of thirty-three and sentenced to be 'hanged [by the neck till lie was dead, dead, dead.' "Tho committee signed all their or ders '83 committee.' The trial of Casey lasted just one d y. The killing was admitted; for James King of William, was shot at 10 o'clock in the morning in the public highway. Casay was allowed a lawyer, but his defense was brief. In fact he had no defense. "On tho day following Jim Casey's sentence, in the presence of twenty thousand of Sau Francisco's best citi zens, with a hangman's noose about his neck, Casey was made to walk a plank in mid-air. His neck was broken and his friends buried him without pomp the next day in an obscure graveyard at Oakland. "But the funeral of James King, of William, which occurred a few days before the hanging of Casey, was liko the funeral of Mark Anthony, and was attended by ten thousand people. An A White Bcssbnd. The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; Oh, the red roso is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a Kiss of iesiro on the Ups. The Serenade. It is sad to think that when he sang Beneath tho peaceful stars, And tho wildwood with tho echoes rang From his entrancing bars. That papa was the one who heard That lover's midnight call, While she, hi3 love, caught not a word, But slept on through it all. The G.ving of Advice. When folks may hap to give advice Just seek tho reason why, For many pretend to help you when They've their own good in their eye. Ta Arôme s T psy Han. The best way to arouse a drunken man, says a policeman, is to pinch him under tho arm. I found a drunken follow lying ucross tho track at Tenth and Morgan streets late one night and it seemed impossible to arous him. 1 clubbed him over ilio soles of his foot and rolled and shook him. but ho lay as limp as a rag. Just then an old gentleman cams along and su gested timt I pinch him under the arms. Tho effect was electrical. I had him awake at once. On another oi sion bergt. Fierce tried the s::mo e:; périment on a sot at tho fourth dis trict station, who was delaying the black Maria. The mac stoo.l it for i while and then suddenly opened his eyes and dealt tlio sergeant a blow that would havo felled an ox. The treat ment is adeud suro thing; fetches them every time.—St. Louis Globe-Demo crat. Drew till Lm3 at Dac'is. Sambo, tho typical Sambo, joined the church, and the shepherd of his soul thought best to look after him. "iluvo you stolen any chickens Sambo, since you met with a change of heart?" said the shepherd one day. "No, in ssa; oh, no, I hasn't stole chick'ns 'tall." "Any turkeys?" persisted tho pastor 'Ob, no, massa! I Hasn't took nary a turkey." "Well, Sambo, I am gl id to hear it —very glad. Watch and pray!" and the good man went on. "Golly!" chuckled Sambo, pee pi nr inside his coat, "if he'd a seu ducks he'd a hed me!"—Boston Com monwealth. of a Fast Understanding. Ada— It is strange what a long art! cle a reporter can writs on a mere trifle. Lulu—I should say so. The other dsy one ot them wrote a whole column on a bathing sulk ON A GREAT BIG SPREE. HILARIOUS LIONS AND T1CERS IN THE "ZOO." An Allowance of Catnip Lend« Them From Path, of Rectitude—Its Effect* Soon I'm, Ana; and Lear# a Good Appetita —The Keeper's Pslj. There are more eccentricities of ani mal nature penned up within the en circling fence of the Philadelphia zoo logical gardens than one meets in a year of Sundays. Head Keeper Byrne can put a visitor in the way of more funny things about the members of his big family than all the books you can find in a modern library. Ho is p er . fectly familiar with every habit and characteristic of tho four-footed chil dren—for they are nothing in the world hut children, and they are given doses of physic, fed, potted and punished just like children in the human family. Ono day recently the lions and ihe tigers went on a drunk at the expense of Mr. Byrne, and they certainly had a high old time. Their intoxicant did not consist of tho red, red wine; neither was it tho fo imy lager. It was simply catnip, and the noble beasts took it straight Before I start tho pets on thoir sprees." said Mr. Byrne, "I'm goiiq to give them a little dose of castor oil. They'll make all sorts of wry faces i they take it, and maybe they won' take it at all. They're just liko child rea when it comes to castor oil." The hoad keeper passed into the rear of the lion's cage to a room who« horse flesh is kept for tho carnivorous animals, and cut off three or foui lumps of meat about tho size of wal nuts. On each piece he poured a few drops of castor oil and then llrod n couple of pieces into each cage. It was almost feeding time and the animals wore ravenously hungry. Big "Dan," he of the shaggy nmno and fierce demeanor, who is consider ed the noblest Roman of them all, gulped down his bit of meat, and a moment later was the most disgusted looking lion in tho world, lie made a wry face of the most comical descrip, tion, gagged two or three times, and then when he realized how complete ly he had been fooled, he lot out a roar that made the building shake. Tho others acted in tho same manner and then sat down in dejected attitudes in different corners of tho cages. "Now let's go on a drunk, my pets," said Mr. Byrne, standing close to the cage and taking from bis pocket a package of dried catnip. Instantly every lion and tiger in sight braced up and took a fresh hold of life. BIr D an's eye brightened like that of u toper who has boon invited to take a drink. Mr. Byrne threw a handful of the fragrant herb into oach cage, and then the animals began a series ol extraordinary and wildly amusing high jinks. They made for the cat nip much after the fashion of an old timer attacking his matutinal cock tail, and after eating a little, began to roll about in it, while a satisfied ex pression stole over each face. Big "Dan" and bis helpmeet seemed to have the most fun. For a little while they rolled about tho floor ol the cages for all the world liko little puppies at play, and then they grew somewhat boisterous. Goad natured growls filled the air, until "Dan" in the exuberance of his spirits rose up and hit his better half a most un chivalrous blow with his mighty paw. But this did not seem to interrupt the harmony of the occasion in the least, for the lioness proved to bi one of the amiable kind for whom there is not a cross word ora blow in a whole bale of catnip. She did not resent the cruel slap, but kept right on having plenty of fun. A game of leap-frog followed the rolling about, and it wm the most exciting episode of the entire spree. Big Dan did most of the leap ing, and the way he would shake his •baggy mane and fly through the air high over his mate was a sight to put an expert acrobat to the blush. But the tigers, the unamiable brutes, didn't appear to have a bit of fun. No sooner had the catnip been thrown into their cages than they settled down to have a clawing and snarling match. In about two minutes the cages looked like sections of Donnybrook Fair. The beasts clawed and yelled at one anoth er, but, like most fights of the kind, no blood was spilled. Mr. Byrne said it was only a way they had of showing how they loved one another, and the noise was all ia fun. It only took a little while for the effects of the catnip to wear away, when the most powerful members of Mr. Byrne's happy family drowse^ away into a peaceful sleep. chances are no headache followed.**? catnip orgie, for when feeding arrived a little while later ever/ showed up with his appetite a0 P°* ed and oiled and in splendid r un ® order. _ "Catnip has a decidedly t®®*? rf?, on all nnimala of the feline sp • said Mr. Byrne. "B drunk just as surely « X. wo „ m a Ira sa Knmuit YloilHP dpUDK* * make ahumuu being drunk. ^ __ aro inclined to doubt this ®j* get a little catnip and try "on the household pussy, M'S ,!* 1 ! 1 , JLj. an amusing time. "-Philadelphia Bee ord. _ _ A Hard Hit Judge (to prisoner) —"What led goo to commit this crime?" Prisoner—"Better ask my He «alle better than I ««.''—Tan»*