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A fKV TEAK’S YOW.
fT H.VAN DEN BEHGH.
> Amid the tolling *f the bells the old year goes
[ And somcnJlll cwse its memory, and some will
’ But though so more a breathing thing, to make
us laugh or cry, .
It still lives in the grave of time, and it snail
never die.
For In the minds of men on earth, some day,
some hour, shall live, . , .
That brought such sorrow or such joy as only
And though the &ew Year, too, will bring Its
sunshine and its rain.
The old. glad days, the old, sad hours, we alt
shall Hve again 1
Oh, no, old year cannot die! The lessons
thr • *t ta.tgbt . .
Arc lusseg* u> fm? new-born year, and cannot
What^^r^.: .l. .v- -*— *s~ -
Is but the fruit grown from tho seed of years
that went before.
But God has given us the task, as gardeners of
His earth.
That we .bail treat whatever grows according
That we sfeail nurse the glorious fruit, and shall
H ffiwTfUrtt ysi out of tb old
And if we do our duty well, there is no cause for
A tcQY
As in tha i, -’v air the bells ring in the glad
New Ten,
The year that we now vow to make the noblest
and the best,
And ’mid the tolling of the bells the old year goes
to rest!
A LONG HEW YEAR’S TRIP.
Trainmen are a jolly lot of fellows
among themselves, and they are ac
customed to lighten their labors with
the aid of laughter evoked by comedy
or farce. Their daily life is sur
rounded on every hand by dangers
and it takes a buoyant, steady heart
to endnre the strain. When grim
tragedy steps forward they bear a bold
front and appear almost too uncon
cerned. Seen beneath the surface,
j however, all brains are indelibly im
pressed with the many painful scenes
tley witness. A proof of this is the
fnquency with which they tell and
retell the bloody tales of the past and
• the extreme interest evinced by each
ciitle of hearers in the stories of sud
det accident and death.
What makes these stories particu
lar interesting to the trainmen is
the fact that they know the stage so
wdl. They are personally acquaint
ed with all the scenes, drops, traps
and so forth, and they never can tell
but that at some supreme moment
they themselves may be the central
actors in a tragic finale on which the
curtain slowly falls.
Here is a New Year’s story a yard
master once told me. He is an old
railroad man and has been between
all the stones of the mill without
being ground to powder.
$ * * * *
When my brother was a brakemau
on the local freight his conductor,
George Bailey, was one of the most
careful men on the road, although he
bad been a rather harum-scarum fel
low until he fell in love with Maggie
jDexter. Maggie was one of the best
!gfTs that ever lived and she used her
I vlnence over George to make him a
I sound, reliable man. Hestop
'• *d drinking, he became clean in his
Ulk, he obeyed his orders and the
Book of Rules to the letter —in fact
tfce foolish youngsters on the road
‘ tlought him too good to be a success
‘l fil railroad man. His superiors judg
d differently, luckily for him, and he
vas promoted rapidly until he was
nade conductor of the local freight.
Maggie watched his rise with joy,
nd did not attempt to conceal it.
But when he talked of love and of a
happy married life she would stave
him off.
“I like you, George,” she would
say. ‘‘l like you, and I don’t mind
telling you so. But I don’t like you
enough to marry you yet. I am
afraid of you. I am not sure that
you won’t fall back into your old
ways if you have me fast. Keep up
your fight. Be good and prove your
self a man with or without Maggie
Dexter.”
George kept up his fight aud laid
by his dollars. His whole life seem
ed to be bound up in the girl and he
resolved to win her. He was not
afraid of any backsliding on his part.
What he did fear was that she would
marry Dave Harlan, a handsome pas
senger engineer, with a great reputa
tion as a lady-killer’ Harlan drew a
check each month twice as large as
Bailey's, and he had never been over
powered by bad habits. Maggie re
spected him and was pleased with his
easy, confident manners and she could
not bring herself to turn up her pretty
nose at his large bank account. She
felt sure that as Mrs. Harlan she
would lead a smooth life with no need
of worriment when her husband was
out of sight. She also knew that
Mrs. Bailey would always feel a little
bit nervous if her liege lord had money
in his pocket and got caught in a
swirl of good fellows.
George and David, at first friends,
soon drifted apart. George believed
that Dave told tales to Maggie about
his former wildness, aud some mean
fellow told Dave that George had said
he was a hypocritical fraud. Hence
bad blood rose up between them, and
the two men did not speak when they
met. Maggie was not the kind of
girl to be pleased to see her admirers
at enmity, and she did what she could
to patch up a peace. Her efforts were
unavailing, much to her distress, so
she was compelled to treat both of
them a little coldly to show that she
was displeased with their conduct.
This only added fuel to the fire, and
trouble came of it.
One snowy day—it was New Year’s
Day, too—George had the bad luck
to leave a switch open at Hampton
Station, and Dave, who was follow
ing him on a passenger train, ran
through it. It was what we call a
“trailing switch,” and was not liable
to cause any damage. In this par
ticular occasion no one would have
been any the wiser if Dave had not
been moved by his evil spirit to re
port it. He, however, saw away to
get George into serious trouble, and,
although naturally a manly fellow, he
could not resist the temptation to wire
to the superintendent from his next
stopping place that he had ran through
an open switch at Hampton “which
bad been left open by conductor
I Bailey.”
I Strictly speakiug, Ks. tras right- iu
ON. MD.,
TOW
reporting this negligence, but it is
not generally done, you know, among
, good fellowship men, when no dam
age follows and nothing was tndan
-1 gered. Hence Dave felt rather badly
1 over it the rest of that run, and wbwi
i he started on his return trip he woulik
have given a good deal to have called
’ back his message. He could not get
r it cut of his head that he had done a
mean thing, although he argued to
, himself that the company’s interests
demanded a prompt reporting of those
1 who failed to do their duty. But his
t act seemed odious to him.
j ttarted out on his rctUTU
, trip, as usual considerably ahead of
the passenger train that Dave ran
t back. He was not aware of having
r left the Hampton switch open, and
he was feeling very happy as he neared
home, for he had planted, tot
1 Maggie as soon as he got there. It
r was always a race between George
, and Dave to * ‘get in,” as the one first
home was able to reach Maggie’s
1 house before the other, and that meant
a blissful evening for the successful
suitor.
Well, when George got near the
end'of his trip, he was stopped by a
’ red signal at a tower which, by the
way, was just outside my yard. It
| was snowing hard, and the eager fel
low hastened to find out why he was
detained. He was close on the time
’ of Dave’s passenger train following
behind, and it he were kept there
many minutes he knew he would have
to back bis train in on the siding so
as to clear the express. And then he
would not see Maggie that happy
’ New Year’s eveniug, for Dave would
' be with her.
Once in the tower he found that
the operator had stopped him in order
to deliver the following message from
1 the superintendent :
“G. Bailey, Newville.— Engine
man Harlan reports running through
an open switch at Hampton on No.
’ 21 this A. m., which was left open by
1 you. Please report particulars at
once. J. B. Cook, Supt.”
’ The message was a hard blow to
poor George. An “open switch”
meaut a suspension; possibly he
would be set back to a brakemau’s
position again. The thought of Har
lan reporting it, too, was poison to
him. What a mean thing it was,
especially on New Year’s Day. And
what would Maggie say? He could
imagine Dave telling her all about it,
winding up with : “You see you can
not trust the man; he is not relia
ble. ’ ’ And then I suppose he swore
a little bit.
After writing a careful answer to
the message he looked at his watch.
The passenger train was about due,
and he dashed out toward his train,
which was still standing on the main
track, opposite the tower.
“I’ll get in ahead of him tonight,
so help me heaven !” he cried, as he
jumped on the caboose, seized with a
sudden and irresistible impulse, and
he gave the signal to go ahead. He
knew the passenger train with Dave
running it was due. He knew his
own train had no business to be
where it was under those circum
stances. He knew that he would get
into trouble by the probable delay to
the passenger train. But —“I will
see Maggie tonight ahead of that fel
low if I die for it 1” he muttered to
himself.
He had the desperate feeling of a
temporary abstainer who has not
touched liquor for some time, and
then, some reverse happening, he
makes a mad bull’s rush for the stuff,
regardless of everything.
His train had barely gotten under
way when there was a howling whis
tle, a glare of light, a wild rush
through the fallen snow, and then a
churning of big wheels, and an awful
sickening crash. The passenger train
had run into the local freight.
Roused from a hearty New Year’s
dinner, I was sent there with the
wreck train ; but by the time we ar
rived the “pile up” was decked with
a beautiful covering of white. It was
one of the worst messes I ever looked
at, from a railroad man’s point of
view, but an artist would have ad
mired the picture. Everything was
quiet about the wreck, except the soft
hissing of steam, and under a jagged
mass of cars I could see parts of the
engine. My main impression was
the peacefulness of the scene, queer
as it sounds. I think this was due to
the stillness aud the soft fall of the
large flakes of snow. No one was
stirring around the wreck. The sight
was a weird one, and chilled me to
the bone.
“Where’s the engineer?” I asked.
“Under the wreck,” was the re
ply.
“Anybody else?”
“The conductor of the freight.”
And so it turned out. After some
hours’ work we reached their bodies.
George Bailey and Dave Harlan had
taken a long trip together on that
New Year’s Day.
I often hear the trainmen talking
about this accident, which was a
celebrated one, aud they use the
words “If he hadn’t” very frequently.
I often think about it myself. If
George and Dave had only been
friends ; if George had not left that
Hampton switch open ; if Dave had
not reported the petty thing; if —
Gracious! but it is queer how one
1 matter leads to another in this world.
You never can tell when you do a
thing just where the end of it will
be. I cannot help speculating over
the might-have-beens, in spite of the
uselessness and sadness of it. And
; yet there is a good deal of the philo
sophy of life to be gotten from the
: deaths of those two men.
Maggie? Well, she is still Mag
gie Dexter.
Miss Gushington (entering street
, car)—Oh, don’t get up. Please keep
, your seat —please do.
Mr. Manhattan —Really, lid like
t to oblige you, madam, but I want to
, get out at this corner.
A woman likes to have sorMe one
coax her to do something she Wuits
UUp do.
TURDAY, DECEMBER 26. V®oß.
THE MOTHER'S MANNERS.
Parents do not realize how early
the critical faculty develops in children
nor how soon they begin to be con
scious of imperfections in their elders,
and what mortification they suffer in
\their proud and loving little souls on
Snt of them. Their standard is
crude, and their public opinion
public opinion of their childish
and they may live to
look back and smile ai both, but both
are intense\y important now. They
are as solicitous about our manners
as we are about theirs, as uneasy
when we do not do ourselves justice,
as,disturbed if one of their friends
catries away a wrong impression of us.
Mother is chagrined because young
John bursts in on her caller with mud
dr-’ shoes and cap uncompromisingly
*>ut she does not that he
will suffer as keenly in his~|Sncfe if
Sam, in the background, overhears
her rebuke him in tones that fall below
the juvenile idea of maternal tender
ness and poise. Or, Sam istobesent
home, as It is not a convenient time
to have the noise of two boys about
the house, but instead of being dis
missed with the tact which the moth
er would use so gracefully toward a
grown person in the same circum
stances, he is curtly told that John
can’t play now, and John straightway
falls into a fit of sulks, which is three
parts disappointment, perhaps, but is
surely one part mortification.
The visit of a relative to one’s
1 school occasions a world of anxiety,
and the considerate mother will cer
tainly fortify herself with full particu
lars concerning the etiquette of such
occasions and take the utmost pains
with her toilet. To see oue’s mother
sit on a platform for fifty or more of
one’s friends to stare at is an ordeal
for a sensitive heart, and nothing that
the favorite hat or boa can do to make
it easier should be omitted. Above
all, mother must not show too much
interest in John. To try to attract
his attention as he passes by her in
the line, or to stop him and arrange
his tie, as fatuous mothers have been
known to do, is to make both him and
herself eternally ridiculous.
Displays of affection are peculiarly
obnoxious to boys growing into the
self-conscious age. Greetings on the
street should be marked by decorous
reserve. The good-bye kiss, if it is
still valued, should be given within
doors, never on the piazza.
“Do stop looking at me so,” said a
boy, irritably, to his older sister.
“What was it you didn’t line about
the way I was looking at you ?” asked
the sister, after the other boys had
gone home.
Puzzling over the problem for an
instant, he answered, “You looked at
me as if you loved me.”
It is the same feeling that develops,
later, into the man’s dislike of effusive
partings in public places, a point
about which women, as a class, are
singularly lacking in fastidiousness.
—Congregationalist.
MODERN FINANCE.
In condemning that sort of modern
finance that consists in getting some
thing for nothing, the late Bishop
Potter said : “I once knew a boy
who would have made a splendid
financier. This boy, strolling idly
through the streets —he never had
anything to do—met another.
•' ‘I wish,’ he said, ‘I had a nickel.
Then I’d buy a good 5-cent cigar and
go into the woods and have a smoke.'
“ ‘I have a nickel,’ said the other
boy.
“ ‘Have you?’ the first cried eager
ly. ‘Then let’s form a corporation.’
“‘All right. How is it done?’
“‘l’ll be the president. You’ll be
the stockholder. The nickel will be
the capital and we’ll invest it in to
bacco.’
“The thing was agreed to and the
president, taking the stockholder’s 5
cents, bought a cigar forthwith. Then
he led the way to the woods. There he
sat down on a log, lit up and began
to smoke skillfully.
The stockholder wailed for his turn
to come. He waited very patiently.
But the cigar diminished. One third
of it, two-thirds of it disappeared and
still the president showed no signs of
satiety.
“ ‘Say !’ exclaimed the stockholder
at last, ‘don’t I get a whack here ?’
“The president, knocking off the
ashes, shook his head.
“ ‘I don’t see it,’ he said.
“‘But what,’ shouted the angry
stockholder, ‘do I get for my capital ?’
“‘Well,’ said the president, ‘you
can spit.’”
FRESH.
There was no doubt of it; he was
very angry when he entered the vil
lage grocery store and demanded to
see the proprietor.
“You sold my wife some eggs yes
terday, Mr. Peavey,” he said when
the grocer appeared.
“Waal, yes,” said Mr. Peavy geni
ally. “Believe I did.”
“And you told her that they were
fresh eggs,” continued the visitor.
“Waal, yes; it seems to me I did,”
said Mr. Peavey.
“But, see here, Peavey, you had
no business to say they were fresh
eggs.”
“Why not ? I bought ’em for fresh
—from Si Wiley, too.”
“I don’t believe it. Si Wiley’s an
honest man.”
“Waal, Si said it all right. He
come in here with his basket full of
’em and put ’em down on the counter
and traded ’em off for a box of sody
biscuits.”
“When was this?”
“Oh, I dunno. ’Bout six weeks
ago, I guess.”
A pretty school teacher, noticing
one of her little charges idle, said
sharply: “John, the devil always
finds something for idle hands to do.
Come up here and let me give yon
some work.”
J Absent treatment is one of the
things that will sometimes cure a love
sick youth.
v happy greeting.
The cheery greeting to 1
readers was bitten by the late genial
and happy-be^ e( j jjugene Field, and
was published \* t h e Chicago Daily 1
News :
A happy New \% ar to you, child i
of to day ! May yo* know more of
- than of an( i more of
glee than of sorrow ; tuay your tum
bles and bumps be few, y<j Ur laughter
be frequent and long, yt* r play be
unrestrained, your sleep refreshing,
your dreams pleasant.
A happy New Year to you, bright
youth of our city and countrj—all
happiness in the ambition, the joy,
the friendships, the competitions aud
the rewards of school life. Success
to you in the endeavor whereby the
firm, enduring basis of true manhood
. Rod of noble womanhood are ***• -
with what success comes two fold
happiness—happiness to others and
happiness to yourselves. Go forth
gaily and confidently into the new
year, O, you who are beautiful in the
fresh vigor of your youth !
A happy New Year to you, young
man! We know your secret! Your
faltering speech, your diverted
glances, your smart attire —these and
other telltale signs have betrayed you,
and there is uncommon "sympathy in
our hearts as we bid you a happy New
Year. But to be happy you must be
brave. Go, like a man, and speak
your mind to her ; pour out into her
willing ear the full measure of your
soul; she has a gentle heart and she
will requite you. It is not well for
you twain to live apart; but your
happiness is within your comprehen
sion. Fate is propitious, the time is
ripe and the girl is willing.
And why do you blush, coy maiden,
as we address to you the compliments
of this happy season? Can it be
that a qualm oppresses your tender
conscience? Have you been playing
the coquette—O ! monster of ruthless
ness ; have you been reveling in the
anguish which your bright eyes and
pretty face have entailed? We can
not bid you be happy when we know
that you, undeserving, should not,
cannot be blessed with happiness un
til you have made reparation. Has
ten to pluck the brand from the burn
ing ; save the callow but honest Wil
liam ere he altogether perish in the
delightful torments which your charms
inspire.
To you, whose lives are hallowed
with the grace of maternity, not one
but many, many years of happiness !
Live long, wives and mothers of this
land, to see the little lives you have
cherished so tenderly expand into
beauty and usefulness; live long to
know and feel the sweet rewards of
gratitude, of veneration and of love.
Survive those hours of pain, of cruel
ty, of watching and of sacrifice—live
through it all, dear, patient martyrs,
to share the peace, the repose, the
contentment, the compensations of the
future that surely wait for such as you.
We wish a happy New Year to him
whose life is inspired by honorable
purpose and whose strength is ex
pended in honorable endeavor.
Whatsoever his condition, whatsoever
his environment, long life to him, we
say, and may this New Year, if it do
not find him already advanced in the
way to success and happiness, point
and conduct him thereunto.
A happy New Year, too, to you,
grandmothers and grandfathers every
where ! Took out upon all around
you and see how passing fair the even
ing is; and all that is to be heard in
vites contentment and repose. You
hear voices, too, that we do not hear
—that have never been quite forgot
ten, and they speak to you in the
sweetly solemn twilght of the morn
ing that followeth the evening, and
of the waking that cometh after the
folding of the hands to sleep.
Yes, to all—the young, the old, the
high, the low —a happy New Year,
a happiness arising from and temper
ed with wisdom, faith, hope and
charity.
HEW YEAR SUPERSTITIONS.
It is considered a sure sign of death
to see one's shadow in the moonlight
on New Year’s eve.
You court misfortune by leaving
the house on New Year before some
one has entered it. You must hope
for the luck, moreover, of having the
first to enter a dark haired man.
Seeking to know what good or evil
the New Year would bring, supersti
tious people in the long ago girt
themselves with swords and sat on the
roof of their houses on New Year’s
eve. They also knelt at the cross
roads (on a cowhide) for the same
purpose. The first thing brought,
; one might think, would bepneumonia.
It is bad luck to carry anything
i out of the house on the New Year be
fore something has been brought in.
But the best luck of all, which even
those most scornful of portents may
not despise, is to begin the New Year
owing no man a cent. — Philadelphia
Press.
THE JEWISH HEW YEAR.
In striking opposition to the spirit
of joy and happiness which pervades
Christendom generally is the New
Year of the Jews. With the Jews,
who also observe the New Year for
two days, the days are not days of
feasting and enjoyment, bat days of
judgment. According to the belief
of every orthodox Jew, every mem
ber of the Jewish race is tried on the
New Year. The books kept in heav
en are opened on that day. The record
of each man for the year just ending
is looked through and taken under
advisement for ten days. On the
> tenth day, the day of atonement, the
fate of each man for the coming year
p is drawn up, whether he should live
I or die, prosper or be poor. On the
day of atonement the fate is sealed
and nothing can change it any more.
' —Chicago Tribune.
Blobbs — “A politician always re
; minds me of a piano.” Slobbs —“Howr
■ so?” Blobbs*— “lf he’s square he’s,
considered old-fashioned.”
A HEW YEAR.
Here you are, little Year. Did you come in the
When I g waa asleep in my bed? e
And how did you find your way in before light,
With no sun shining out overhead ? . .
Did you pass the Old Year as he rushed out of
sight
With a pack that was heavy as lead?
He looked just like you, oso shining and slim, J
When he made his bow twelve months ago; \
We all said “Good morning” politely to him—
It was manners, dear Y ear, as you know; 1
And his hand was outstretched, and his eye was
not dim, , ,
As he stood in his first morning glow. |
But his fifty-two weeks were so crowded with 1
And he°had such a handful of days, 1
That he couldn’t expect, since he was not a shirk, i
He’d be chipper and cheery always;
His story was mixed up with brightness and mirk
And we’ll speak of him only with praise.
As for you, little Year, you are growing so faßt.
As you stand in the other Year s place.
That already the shadow that fails from the past
Is weaving Its veil o’er your face.
O happy New Year, may your happiness last.
As you trot at the century’s pace.
—Harper't Sound Table.
TREES AT FREMONT.
‘‘This is about my size !” saidjudge
Taft, on a recent visit to Spiegel
Grove, the old home of President
Hayes in Fremont, 0., as he walked
up to a magnificent scarlet oak and
put his hand on its great trunk.
‘‘The Taft oak is its name hence
forth,” replied the owner of the place,
‘‘and your namesake stands in hon
ored company.”
Some distance nearer the driveway
is the Cleveland hickory. In 1893,
when Mr. Cleveland attended the
funeral of ex-President Hayes, the
horses attached to the family carriage
became frightened, and Mr. Cleve
land, alighting, leaned against this
fine hickory, which has ever since
borne his name.
In 1897 President McKinley, after
attending a wedding at Spiegel Grove,
spoke at the union of the Twenty
third Ohio Volunteer Infantry, to
Which regiment both he and Presi
dent Hayes had belonged. The cir
cular stand from which he spoke was
built round a group of five trees, which
have ever since been known as the
McKinley oaks.
A splendid maple shading one of
the approaches to the residence has
since the Presidential campaign of
1880 borne the name of President
Garfield, an occasional visitor at
Spiegel.
In 1877, during President Hayes’
administration, a reunion of his old
regiment was held at his home. The
luncheon tables were spread under an
irregular line of superb white oaks,
which were then formally named after
General Sheridan, the favorite com
mander of the Twenty-third, who sat
at the head of the table; Generals
Rosecrans, Scammon, Hayes and
Comly, the four successive colonels
of the regiment. A few years later
a beautiful American elm, standing
near the front entrance of the veran
da, was named by General Wm. T.
Sherman, in the presence of President
and Mrs. Hayes and several distin
guished guests.
Two other interesting trees in the
grove, although not native, are an
oak grown from an acorn of the Char
ter Oak of Connecticut and a weep
ing willow slipped from the one over
Washington’s grave at Mount Ver
non, which in turn was slipped from
that over Napolean’s grave at St.
Helena.
A tree is a tree, but when tradition
haunts it it becomes something more,
and the historic trees at Spiegel Grove,
distinctly labeled, attract an attention
which their size and beauty alone
would not win.
HE WAS STILL COUHTIHG.
A doctor, now eminent, was at one
time serving as interne in one of the
Philadelphia hospitals, as well as hold
ing his own with a coterie of rather
gay friends. On a certain morning
the physician awoke to find that he
had sadly overslept. Sleepily putting
on his clothes, he hastened to the hos •
pital and soon a stalwart young Irish
man claimed bis attention.
“Well, my man, what seems to be
your trouble this morning ?’' inquired
the doctor, concealing a yawn, and
taking the patient by the hand to ex
amine his pulse.
‘‘Faith, sor, it’s all in me breath
in’. I can’t git me breath at all, at
all.”
‘‘The pulse is normal, Pat, but let
me examine the lung action a mo
ment,” replied the doctor, kneeling
beside the cot and laying his head on
the Irishman’s chest. ‘‘Now, let me
hear you talk,” he continued, closing
his eyes and listening attentively for
sounds of pulmonary congestion. A
moment of silence.
‘‘What will I be sayin’, doctor?”
finally asked the patient.
‘‘Oh, say anything; count one, two,
three and up, that way,” murmured
the physician, drowsily.
‘‘Wan, two, three, fure, five, six,”
began the sick man.
When the young doctor, with a
stare, opened his eyes, Pat was con
tinuing weakly, “Tin hundred and
sixty-nine, tin hundred and sivinty,
tin hundred an’ sivinty-wan.”
THE MARRIAGE AGE.
The marriage age in Austria is 14
years for both sexes ; Germany, the
man at 18, the woman at 14; Belgi
um, the man at 18, the woman at 15 ;
Spain, the man at 14, the woman at
12; Mexico, with parental consent,
16 and 18, otherwise 21 for both;
France, the man at 18, the woman at
15 ; Greece, the man at 14, the wo
man at 12 ; Hungary, Catholics, the
man at 14, the woman at 12 ; Protes
tants, the man at 18, the woman at
15; Portugal, the man at 14, the wo
man at 12 ; Russia, the man at 18,
the woman at 15 ; Saxony, the man
at 18, the woman at 16 ; Switzerland,
the man at 14, the woman at 12.
The term “ptomaine poison” is in
everybody’s mouth, but few know
what it really is. It develops through
the action of acid on tin. That is why
every can of meat or vegetables or
fruits should "te turned out into an
earthen bowl of crock immediately
upon opening the,tin can, and that is
, why mayonnaise should never be put
into tin receptacles.
ESTABLISHED 1850.
WHY SMOKING INJURES THE BODY.
That smoking is injurious nearly
everyone knows in a vague way. But
exactly how and why, few could ex
plain.
And yet to state the reason is not
difficult. Smoking is injurious to the
body in several ways. First of all,
we think, of course, of the poison
nicotine, the active principle of to
bacco. And there is no doubt but
that the nicotine does much harm,
especially in the case of the man who
smokes a large number of heavy
cigars. The effect of nicotine varies
somewhat in different individuals, but
in a general way it may be said to
have a pernicious influence upon the
heart and stomach.
The worst effects of tobacco-smoke,
however, are due not to the nicotine,
but to the inhaling of the smoke or
of aioh.lHan air. Not that the
smoke itself is poisonous, for it is not; ' s
but because the smoke prevents the -
body from getting rid of its own self
elaborated poisons.
As a great pathologist has said:
“The body is a factory of poisons.”
These poisons are constantly being
poured out at the rate of about eight
pounds a day. One-third of all this
poisonous excreta passes through the
lungs in the form of steam or vapor.
Now, the lungs within their com
paratively small compass contain a
folded surface of about 1,600 square
feet, an area equal to the floor of a
room forty feet square. It is through
this surface that the oxygen is drawn
into the body aud the poisonous car
bon dioxide is thrown off.
Smoke is in reality nothing more
or less than a cloud of fine dust, car
bon-dust ; that is to say soot. And
when this dust comes into contact
with the surface of the lungs it forms
a thin coating which obstructs the
entrance of oxygen-laden air, as well
as the exit of the poisonous out
breathings.
Thus the indoor smoker, or he who
inhales tobacco smoke either directly
or by sitting in a smoke laden atmos
phere, is both starved and poisoned —
starved for oxygen, the most impor
tant of all the foods, and poisoned by
his own unexcreted waste. Know
ing this we can understand why cigar
ettes, although made of light tobac
co, are the most injurious of all the
“smokes.” It is because almost in
variably the confirmed cigarette
smoker inhales, while, in the case of
the pipe or cigar-smoker the smoke
drawn directly into the lungs is only
that which is floating in the air. We
can also understand one of the rea
sons why the outdoor laborer may
smoke with but little ill au amount of
tobacco which would be destructive
to the indoor smoker.
The best rule is : Do not smoke,
and, if you must Stuck*; dp- no’,j
hale. — The Circle.
SMART DEFINITIONS.
A smart, pithy, or humorous defi
nition often furnishes a happy illus
tration of the proverbial brevity which
is the soul of wit.
To hit off a jury as “a body of men
organized to find out which’ side has
the smartest lawyer,” is to satirize
many of our “intelligent fellow
countrymen.”
A boy once said that “dust is mud
with the juice squeezed out.”
A fan, we learn from another juven
ile source, is “a thing to brush warmth
off with;” salt, “what makes your
potatoes taste bad when you don’t
put any on ;” and ice “water that
stayed out late in the cold and went
to sleep.”
A school boy, asked to define the
word “sob,” whimpered out : “It
means when a feller don’t want to
cry and it bursts out itself. ’ ’
A good definition of a “Pharisee” _
is “a tradesman who uses long prayers
and short weights;” of a humbug,
“one who agrees with everybody ;”
and of a tyrant, “the other version of
somebody’s hero.”
Thin soup, according to an Irish
mendicant, is “a quart of water boiled
down to a pint, to make it strong.”
LIGHTNING AND THUNDER.
By counting the number of seconds
in the interval between lightning and
thunder it is possible to figure ap
proximately how far from the observ
er is the scene of the storm.
Sound travels 1,100 feet a second,
so multiply the number of seconds by
1,100, which will give the distance
in feet from the point where the light
ning flashed.
For example, if ten seconds have
elapsed the distance away will be 11,-
000 feet, or a little over two mile.fl.
It might be added that, as light and
lightning travel so much faster than
sound, if one survives after hearing
the crashing peal he can be sure he is
safe. Remembrance of this will dis
sipate terror.
Thunder can be heard a relatively
short distance only. Strong cannon
ading can be heard as far off as 70 or
75 miles, while thunder is usually
not farther away than 12 or 15 miles.
In only exceptional instances does
the interval between thunder and
lightning amount to 100 seconds, so
that the extreme distance at which
thunder can be heard may be put
down as about 21 miles.
“Is Philadelphia older than Bos
ton, mother?” asked a thoughtful
Boston child. .
“Of course not, my son. The first
: settlement was made in Charlestown
in 1630, while William Penn did not
arrive on the site of Philadelphia
1 until fifty-two years later.”
* That was always my impression,
mother; but how is it then that Phila
delphia is mentioned in the Bible,
1 while Boston is not ?”
1 There was a good deal of sound
- human nature in the unexpected re
ply of the dying old woman to her
1 minister’s leading question ; “Here,
r at the end of a long life, which of the
> Lord’s mercies are you |
t ful for?” Her
she answerecl^ft^B

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