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Second National Bank TOWSON, 3UECL. BOXES BOXES SAFE DEPOSIT BOXES AT THE SECOND NATIONAL BANK OF TOWSON, •0.00 pan YEA.iI, FOR YOUR VALUABLES. BOXES BOXES -iOPPICBRS; — THOMAS W. OFFUTT, ELMER J. COOK. I VICE-PRESIDENTS. Th °B. J. Meads President. Harrison Rider, > Cashier. THOMAS W. OFFUTT. W. BERNARD DUKE, HENRY C. LONGNEOKER, ELMER J. COOK, WM. A. LEE, Z. HOWARD IBAAO, Harrison Rider, Chas. H. Knox, Noah E. Offutt, JOHN I. YELLOTT, W. GILL SMITH, JOHN V. SLADE. Feb. 6—ly ________ j; IX ; I Should be borne in mind that having money is the start towards < [ I wealth. Every man 3 [ CAN’T Get rich, but every one can save something. No matter how small ] > yonr income may be, if you make up your mind to lay up a < \ part of your earnings every week. It may 3 * RAIN And then rain some more, but with a snug little sum to your credit in < I the bank you can laugh at hard times and poverty. While the Sun of J Prosperity is shining is the time to save for the rainy days that are ] > ALWAYS Bound to come. We can help you save ; our Savings Department does < [ the business. 25 cents will start an account. We furnish a deposit book free of charge. Start today opening an account with , J > The Towson National Bank,;: towson, iMza.. I; JOHN CROWTHER, DUANE H. RICE, W. C. CRAUMER, 3 \ President. Vice-President. Cashier. 3; THE COMMERCIAL BANK OF MARYLAND BELVEDERE AVENUE, Near Reisteistown Road, ARLINGTON, Md. ■ P ■— CAPITAL STOCK, $25,000. ■ * 0"-- * ISTOW OPEN FOE ZBTTSIUSnESS , , ■ o— — Does a general Banking Business In all that Is consistent with safe and careful man agement. The location of our Bank makes It the most convenient place for a large number of residents of Baltimore county to transact their financial business. During the short time onr Bank has been open for business the amount of deposits has reached a success far In excess of onr expectations. We have a SAVINGS DEPARTMENT and pay Interest on money deposited there. Call and see ns and we will explain why It will be to yonr advantage to open an acconnt with ns. Prompt attention given to all collection basinets entrusted to ns. . , o—— —iOFFICERS: — CHAS. T. COCKSY, Jr., JOHN K. CDLVEK, Ist Vice-President. CHARLEB E. SMITH, President. HOWARD E. JACKSON, 2d Vice-President. Cashier. :DIREOTORS: CHARLES T. COCKBY, Jr., HOWARD E. JACKSON, ROBERT H.McMAHNS, ARTHUR F. NICHOLSON, S ammo NT) JOHN K. CULVER, GEORGE W ALT, H. D. HAMMOND, J. FRANK SHIPLEY, H. D. EASTMAN. Dec. 2ft-ly . iIACKETT’s Gape Cure 1 KILLS THE WORM AS —> WILL AS THf GOm JjT£*C TCAacKett MmSp HILLSBORO. HD. WWWY. It’D a powder. The chicks inhale it. Kills both worm and germ. Whole brood treated in five minutes. Retail price. 25c.; by mail, 35c. For sale by drug and general stores. Write for full information. Address, T. C. HACKETT, Apl.lo—3m] Hillsboro, Md. Eggs for hatching! EGGS FOR HATCHING I I am now booking orders for immediate and future deliveries of EGGS THAT WILL HATCH-guaranteed fertile. These eggs are from THOROUGHBRED STOCK. Barred Plymouth Rooks SI.OO setting 15 White Plymouth Rooks 1.00 Single Comb White Leghorns 1.00 Single Comb Black Mlnorcas 1.00 Single Comb Black Orpingtons.... 1.50 EUREKA POULTRY YARDS, JOHN LIPPINCOTT, Proprietor, Feb. 6-tf] Belair, Md. PHIPPS’ BIRRED PLYMOUTH ROCKS Eggs For Sale—sl.oo per 13. JOSEPH PHIPPS. Mch. 20—8tl TOWSON, Md. SINGLE COMB WHITE LEGHORNS! LARQE WHITE BIRDS. THE KINO THAT LAY~wTnTER AND SUMMER. I have bred these birds for three years and have never failed to get winter eggs. I also took 3 first and 5 second prizes at Timonium Fair last fall. s*~Eggs for Feb. 80- ly] Towson, Balto. county, Md. BARRED PLYMOUTH ROCK EGGS FOR HATCHING. 75c. for 13 Packed for Shipment. 50c. for 13 at My Yards. : : : 49-Call and see my stock.*6* 49-Also for sale Barred Plymouth Rock and White Wyandotte Hens. $2.00 each. SAM’L 0. BARKLEY, "Y7IGGS! EGGS!! EGGS Mi BARRED PLYMOUTH ROCK EGGS, from fine strain of birds, 50 cents per setting of 13. Apply to Mbs. WiL B. POCOCK. Near Sunnybrook, Md. Apl. 3—3t*] Address—Phoenix, R. F. D. WANTED-—P LARGE TREES, Walnut, Poplar, Chestnut and Oak. Apply to or address— JAMES W. SHEA, Apl. 10-tf] LUTHERVILLE, Md. .Stench MS MM hi Oa Weigh Station, Md. & Pa. R. R., 2 X Miles from Towson. Constantly on hand A LARGE STOCK OF MULES, TO SUIT ALL PURPOSRS. EC _ -i^_ Coach, Driving, : TTHTIfITId Saddle and : 1 II n \ r \ General Purpose UUllUliU FOR SALE OR EXCHANGE. HORBE9~BOARDEDtI C. * P. TELEPHONE. DUANE H.~WOE, Prop’r, TOWSON, Md. 00t.24—1v GROVE FARM PALLS ROAD, North of Brooklandvllle, Md. PKIZE WINNING— Guernsey Cattle, Berkshire Hogs, Shropshire Sheep. FOB BAUC A Few Registered Heifers, Between 4 months and 2 years old Apply to JAB. McK. MERRYMAN, R. F. D. Lutherville. Md. C. & P. Telephone—Towson 42. Oct. 24—ly Flowers, Plaits, k FOR WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS, AT REASONABLE RATES. Special Attention Given to Ornamental Gardening. JOHN L. WAGNER, Florist, W. JOPPA ROAD, TOWSON, Md. C. & P. Phone—Towson 8-F. [Nov. 21—ly E. SCOTT PAYNE CO. OP BALTIMORE CITY, HARDWARE, 362 and 364 N. Oay Street, Baltimore, Md. Bar Iron and Steel, Springs. Axles, Wheels and Spokes, Horse-Sboers’ Supplies, Carriage and Builders’ Hardware. A. C. DIETRICH, Treasurer and Manager. IWBoth Phones. [Jan. 30-ly PIANOS tuned In Any Part of the County. Address, JOSEPH A. NEUMAYER, Raspeburg, R. F. D„ Md. C. A P. Tel.—Hamilton 4-k. [Sept. 25—ly S&iscellanecrtts. MULLER & YEARLEY, HARNESS, TRUNKS and BAGS, 343 N. Gay Street, BALTIMORE. Md. mbllhib Collars, Haines, Chains, Efc. STABLE SUPPLIES. 43-Special prices to readers of this paper.-®* Write for Catalogue. BLANKETS COST. Ralph W. Rider, Livery, Sales and Exchange STABLES, WEST CHESAPEAKE AVENUE, Near the York Road, TOWSON, Md. First-Class Teams and Automobiles -FOR HIRE.— GOOD SERVICE and REASONABLE PRICES. Mch. 13—3 m ROBERT CLARE. A. W. CLARK. LUTHERVILLE STEAM * LAUNDRY, ROBERT CLARKJ SON, Prop'rs. NEWLY FITTED THROUGHOUT AND NOW READY FOR BUSINBSB. Good Work, Moderate Charges Public patronage respectfully solicited. GOODS CALLED FOR AND DELIVERED. C. & P. Phone. Mch. 13-ly WM. J. BIDDISON, FIRE INSURANCE ACENT Fire, Tornado and Windstorm Poli cies Jssued. STO ASSBSSMBKTT. —REPRESENTING— HOME FIRE INSURANCE CO. OF N. Y„ Assets $20,000,000.00: GIRARD FIRE & MARINE INSURANCE CO. OF PHILA., Assets $2,141,283.79. Office—Bel air Road and Maple Avenue. Raapeburg P. 0., Baltimore County, Md. C. & P. and Maryland Phones. KP"A share of patronage will be appreciated. Jan. 2—ly BEORGE S. SANDNER. JOHN F. MUMMA. 22. Wl UIiRY SANDNER a MUMMA, Proprietors, Long Green Station, Maryland 8c Penna. R. K. Postofflce— Sittings, Md. 43-SATISFACTION GUARANTEED.-®* LOUIS HERGENRATHER, Jr., Agent, Tow son Pharmacy, Towson, Md. |3F~We solicit a share of public patronage, as suring our patrons of the very best service, at reasonable prices. TJulylß—ly fREGS, SHRUBS Ornamental Plants. VEGETABLE PLANTS IN SEASON. Rmton Floral aid Nursery Co. RIDER P. 0., Md. June 20—It JOHN TYRIE, —STEAM— MARBLE & GRANITE WORKS, OOOKEYSVILLE, Md. -ALL KINDS OF MARBLE & GRANITE MONUMENTS A SPECIALTY. 1 No charge made for showing designs either at the works or elsewhere. J AMES B. DUNPHY. Agent, Towson, Md. Bept. 28—ly I EDWARD B. BURNS. FRANK BURNS JOHN BURNS’ SONS, FUNERAL , lulls ml Mb, i TOWSOfI, Md. C. * P. Phone-TOWSON. 192-F. Mch. 13-ly . J. MAURICE WATKINS & SON; —DKAL4BB IN— Staple, Fancy & Green Groceries Fruits In season. Fresh and Salt Meats. Full line of Tobaccos, Foreign and Domestic Cigars, Ao. 7 Sept. 12—ly TOWSON, Md. TOWSON. MD., SATURDAY, APRIL 17. 1909. Fob “The Union.” ARBOR OAT. To the Teachers and Pupils of the Public Bchools of Our Country. !BY EDWIN HIGGINS. . An ancient woodland is now rarely seen, ' With its hosts of veterans with banners green. Great cities stand where proud forests once stood ; There’s noise of the mart for hush of the wood; There’s the hum of wheels for the song of birds. The shrieks of engines for lowing of herds. The vines, the shrubs, and the wild field flowers. Bowed lowly their heads in April's showers; They nestled or climbed in shade of the trees. They laughed or they sighed in the passing They garlaDded the steeps of the sunny hill. And cast their shadows on the crystal rill; They shone in the meadows like stars on high. When night strews with her gems the midnight sky. The pine bowed to storms on the snow-capped peak. Where the eagles soar and the thunders speak; The birds and the deer found their sweetest rest Beneath the cool shade on the mountain’s breast. Bough of the oak cradled the robin’s nest, Like the song of the wave the ocean’s crest. The children swung on the low-swinging vine. And gathered brown cones from the fragrant pine: . _ Bushels of nuts from the great chestnut tree, And lessons of thrift from the busy bee; They fished for minnows at foot of the hill. And bathed in the race near the village mill. The arm of Progress hath swept these away, There’s scarce a relic of the olden day; The race for wealth and the power of greed Have swept them away with the lightning’s speed. A brave loving voice lifts its helpful band. For Nature it pleads, it rousetb the land; "There are places bare, uncouth and unkept, "The sources of ills, ungarnished, unswept; “All these I would lift to beauty again— “ Plant trees in the street and shrubs in the lane. “I’ll marshal the children with fairy’s waDd. “With green wreaths and garlands they’ll strew the land, I “And lessons they’ll learn from flower and nook, I “As true and lasting as from well-thumbed l book.” I Gladly, cheerily they brighten each scene, ' In brick and marble they blend in the green; A new era comes to the quaint old town, Trees and creepers shake their bright blossoms 1 down; Shades of lindens line the long stony street, A feast to the eye; there’s grass at the feet, Down from the cornice, o’er yon sunlit wall, I Troops of sweet roses in bright clusters fall; Fair fountains aglee with clear mountain streams. Chant music by night or dance in sunbeams. • Away with alleys; go broaden the street, So sunshine and zephyrs shall fondly greet The homes of the poor and the haunts of crime, Transform and transfigure for lives sublime, . Then plaints of childhood, the cries of the poor, ' Shall never be heard at thy kitchen door; From ashes of hope sing peals of laughter. Comfort and Joy from cellar to rafter. Blend charms of Nature with the grace of Art, The skill of the hand with glow of the heart; Blend them into one magnlfioent whole— With a grand uplift to the human soul! Displayed afar to youth’s enraptured eyes, I To broad ennobling levels it snail rise, ’ In strength as the steel, in bloom the flower. To rule the land with beauty and power. Written for “The Union.” WATKINS GLEN BY MOONLIGHT. BY GEORGE E. TACK. * To all lovers of the beautiful there comes a thrill of inexpressable delight as they enter the Glens of New York State, particularly those of Montour Falls and Watkins, and gaze with ’ wonder at the marvelous works cf nature there revealed. One will be hold with solemn thoughts vast col umns hewn by storms and waters, towering walls, like arenas of old, and 1 verdant cliffs and cascades of rare beauty. From the far-away gold mines of the sun roll great streams of r dazzling yellow metal, which fall in silence through the verdant roofs of i hemlock and form rare patterns of beauty in the green carpets of earth and the fern-covered walls. Have you ever made the trip by moonlight? It is worth all the exer tions you may put forth, and will yield you pleasure and a series of ‘ views of enchanting beauty. These you may place on the walls of raemo • ry’s halls to remain there until time for you shall be no more. Then come with me tonight for a pleasant stroll. From the station by Seneca’s blue waters we stroll up Franklin street, i. bright with numerous lights and lively with trade and the conversation and shouts of the young and old. The gardens are abloom and rare perfumes greet our nostrils in this hour of silent dew-fall and soft-breathing winds. ’. Far above the silver-robed moon quietly paces her upward way along i the aznre pavements of the sky. “The f night has a thousand eyes,’’ and they sparkle with seeming good nature and joy. Now we enter the ampitheatre, whose gigantic walls gleam and gloom with shadows and lights. The stream, after its many plunges from heights far up the Glen* now flows with musi * cal leisure over a bed of broken rocks, touched by the caressing fingers of i- the moon. Our ears next catch the 4 roaring sound of the waters of the en - trance cascade, and as we ascend the I steps to the Sentry Bridge, we see the i descending silvery stream. The " moonbeams softly fall upon the ferns and hemlocks that spring from the hard breasts of the grim old walls and descend deep into the Glen and silver the surface of the dark pools with radiant light. A quiet whisper comes from the forests along the Glen, and the hum of insects mingles with the sound of waters. On silvery wings the moonbeams and star rays flutter down through the silent halls of the sky and dart through the fretwork of the trees ~ like birds of the sea. The cascades laugh and gleam like visions of the night, the beings that flit through memory’s corridor of dreams. Safely I the shadows move about and the silver flood covers all with a beauty trans cendent. The echoes call to each other in faint whispers and then cease. Another climb and we are on our g way past Glen Alpha to a series of pretty waterfalls. The waters of Minnehaha laugh and gleam in the lt mellow light and flow down over the rocks in merry mood. We pass on . and climb the steps to another height to hear the deep music of the cavern b. cascade. Here great shadows lurk and the Glen seems alive with echoes. Another flight of steps invites us i to ascend and we go slowly up to the Bazaar. From here it is but a short climb to the summit, where from the observatory we get a fine view of the village and Seneca Take. Innumera ble lights, gold and purple, flash and shine -through the foliage of over 1, shadowing trees, and across the lake the moonlight marks a broad path of gold. Far off, along the distant shore, lights gleam from villages, and send their cheering rays to us across ~ the restless waters, whose depths en fold in their embrace many tragic mysteries of the past. The shafts IS and headstones in the silent city of the dead near by seem rigid fingers of 10 time, that point us to the realm of eternal light and bliss beyond the sparkling stars. Through the som bre pines to the left a path leads to i the Glen Sanitarinm, overlooking the lake. We descend another path to the Glen and goto the Upper Glen, and soon come to the concrete stairway to Sylvan Glen. We descend to the dark pools where from their lavers the cliffs uplift their huge forms, mantled with dark green foliage and ferns. Great columns and towers also lift their forms to the stars, and loom massive and inspiring against the sky. The path here is narrow and we go in single file. The Sylvan cascade flows down with silvery dashings to its intermission of rest, the silent pools that overbrim and softly flow down the terraces. Just before us is the Glen Cathedral, whose massive walls bear out the resemblance to some an cient crumbling church pile. The | shallow stream brightly reflects the stars above and the great walls of col ored rocks. Next we behold the Cen tral cascade, one of the most beauti ful in the Glen. “Onward and up ward’’ is our watchword tonight, and soon we stand opposite the wondrous rough-hewn Pillar of Beauty. To my mind there is in this Glen no more beautiful scenery than that to be witnessed at this Pillar of Beauty, looking up the Glen. One does not here behold foaming, sparkling cas cades, but a quiet beauty is all preva lent. Here are limpid pools, gleamed with faint starlight, sleeping at the feet of great walls. To the left is the Pillar, adorned with its fretwork of ferns and red-berried young hemlocks with feathery grace, the walls check ered with moonlight, and in daytime glowing with golden light,save where the shadows rest and dream. The columns of rock carved by the ele mental implements of nature, are beautiful in their rugged symmetrical formations. Just beyond we hear the faint roar of a cascade and we go for ward to new scenes of beauty, almost too numerous to mention and describe, but among them are the Pools, the Artist’s Dream, the Pluto Falls, Elfin Gorge and the Poet’s Dream. We continue our way up the Glen, at times cautiously, for the way is rather narrow, though safe, as guard rails protect us from an unwelcome descent. The State has begun a work of transformation here that will be of great benefit to all who visit the place from time to time. Even now one beholds the great beauties of the place with the least possible incon venience. It is a welcome change from former conditions in approach ing and traversing the Glen, and is fully appreciated by all visitors. Now we pass the Triple cascade and ascend a short stairway to behold another enchanting scene, the Rain bow Falls. We hastily pass under this ever-descending crystalline cur tain of rare beauty and shortly ap proach the Emerald Pool. The glamor of moon and starlight gives to all these places an indescribable weird ness. The walls ascending far above seem to shut us away from the busy world, with its fret and roar, and we feel the almost magic influences of the radiant light, and the music of waters that laugh, or roar, or dance like Spanish maidens with sparkling eyes and softly murmuring song: “Here are cascades that merrily trip down the Of each old rocky fortress, in garments of white; That sparkle with moonlight, or gleam when the stars Gently kiss their fair faces through all the long night.” On both sides of the Glen are the “Card Rooms,” where thousands of flat pieces of shale are placed along the walls, with names of visitors to the Glen written thereon. Here are names of people from other countries and from all sections of our own land. Here many have rested and pic-nick - ed, and tonight where are they ? Some, perhaps, in their homes rela ting their impressions of these beauti ful scenes; while others, like those along the terraced slopes above Wat kins, in places afar, are sleeping their last sleep, with lips mute and eyes closed to the beauties of all things terrestrial. The same radiant light that reveals to our gaze their names also covers their earth houses with a panoply of silver texture. May their eyes some day open to yet greater beauties, and may their ears be at tuned to hear the endless songs in the pleasure park of Eden, adorned with its primeval beauty. Our path is more even now with no stairs to climb or descend, and no cascades to behold and admire. The waters flow quietly down the Glen, at times hidden from our eyes under rodks thrown from the sides of the Glen when this new path was made. The stop for a moment to drink the cool water from a spring formed in the rock near the path. Our stroll is about to end, for we are in Glen Omega, many hundreds of feet above Glen Alpha, to reach which requires a walk of several miles. Now we are at the upper end of the Glen, and ere we turn to retrace our steps we look up at the lofty bridge of the N. Y. C. Railway, spanning this wonderful rift of past ages. Above us shine the stars, the thoughts of God in the heavens, and how great and innumerable they are! They have given us their radiant light, and also the moon to brighten the rough way and to shed an awesome glamor over the marvelous scenes of Watkins , Glen, the wonderful, the unrivaled, the glory and the fame of which have been carried to countries afar off, and : whose beauties, gleamed with the golden and silver light of other worlds, we shall remember ever more. Cheerful Idiot —What’s the dif : ference between a Bostonite and a cannibal ? I Compassionate Friend —I suppose > one lives in Mass., and the other lives 6Q masse. : Cheerful Idiot—Oh, no. One eats > Boston beans and the other eats hn f man bein’s. —Columbia Jester. f - F It is a poor heart that never re i joices. THE PARAGON AUNT. * “Aunt Nancy’s come,” Nannette : announced to her bosom friend in a choked voice, ‘ ‘and of all the frights ! ’ 1 “What do you mean?” asked her bosom friend. 1 “Well,” hesitated Nannette, “of course she’s as neat as can be, but her clothes look as if they were made for Mrs. Methuselah.” “If it’s only her clothes you needn’t worry,” remarked the bosom friend. “You don’t have to wear ’em.” “It’s not only her clothes !” shriek ed Nannette. “It’s her notions I They are simply appalling !” “For instance?” suggested the bosom friend, taking a look at her back hair in the mirror with the help of a band glass. “For one thing she objects to my name,” explained Nannette, indig nantly. “The very first thing she did—after taking a comprehensive view of the family—was to stare at me through her spectacles—steel rim med ones at that—and ask : ‘ls this one Nancy, my godchild?’ “Dad, who is as proud as he can be of his enormous family, looked a little sheepish at that. “ ‘Y-yyes,’ he stuttered. ‘Wehad her christened Nancy, of course, but she has taken a fancy to be called —er —Nannette.’ “ ‘Humph 1’ said Aunt Nancy.” “Haven’t I always heard you speak of your Aunt Nancy as a paragon ?” demanded the bosom friend. “Have you not told me time and time again that your father looks upon her as the salt of the earth?” “He does,” acknowledged Nan nette. “And so do I at a distance. But because she is dad’s favorite sister why must I follow her old fogy no tions?” “Why, she was perfectly scandal ized at the idea of my entertaining Charles all the evening without the assistance of the other members of the family ! The idea I “Of course when the bell rang at the accustomed hour that horrid Tom had to belTow out, ‘lt’s Nan’s Tues day night beau, Aunt Nancy. Par lor’s preempted for the evening.’ “You should have seen her stare. “ ‘Am I to understand, Maria,’ she asked, fixing poor mother with her eye, ‘that this child has visitors from whose company her parents and her brothers and sisters are barred ?’ “ ‘Times have changed, Nancy,’ said dad, looking silly.” “And Aunt Nancy,” prompted the bosom friend. “ ‘ln my time,’ said Aunt Nancy, ‘it was our greatest pleasure to have our parents and all the family enter into the enjoyments and help in the entertainment of our friends. Hos pitality meant something then, and I believe our guests enjoyed themselves. It seems to me anything but dignified for parents to be excluded or for any room in their house to be shut away from them.’ ” “Well, I declare 1” said the bosom friend. “Now do you wonder that I was frightened at the idea of Charles meeting her?” asked Nannette. “But I haven’t told you the worst,” with gloomy emphasis. “I slipped away while she was holding forth, hoping that she would forget all about it. But I couldn’t shake off my forebodings and the conversation flagged.” “Nothing unusual in that, is there ?” wickedly interposed the bos om friend. “Charles actually began to look bored,” continued Nannette, “and then we both had such a shock ! If you will believe me, who should come marching into the room but —” “Aunt Nancy?” breathlessly in terrupted the bosom friend. “Aunt Nancy,” repeated Nan nette. “Wasn’t it awful? I had been so afraid of something of the kind. She planted herself in the only straight-backed chair in the room and sitting bolt upright gave me my orders: “ ‘Now, Nancy, introduce to me your friend.’ “Charles had been lounging in his chair, and I assure you, Isabel, that the way she looked him over through her spectacles made him straighten up in short order. “I felt as if I should sink through the floor when she came in wearing her plain black dress and white collar and cuffs, her hair parted in the mid dle and plastered down on each side, looking for all the world as if it had been varnished, she had brushed it so smooth. You know how stylish and exclusive Charles’ people are ? “Well, before I knew it, they were talking together in the most animated manner. I don’t know when I have seen Charles so interested. It was strange talk to me, too, for, as dad , says, I have neglected to cultivate my , mind. “They talked about literature, art, politics and even science, and I had ; to sit there like a dummy and listen to them. Even while he was holding my hand to say good night he was looking at and talking to Aunt Nancy. “Now, what do you think of that?” 1 “I think you’re lucky that your Aunt Nancy is too old for Charles to L marry,” said the bosom friend. 3 A Baltimore man had decided that he must administer a stern lec * ture to his six-year-old son, Harry. [ The boy had been naughty, but did ■ not seem to appreciate the fact, and it [ was with some reluctance, therefore, : that the parent undertook a scolding. ’ He spoke judiciously, but severely ; he recounted the lad’s misdeeds and duly explained the whys and where ‘ fores of his solemn rebuke, his wife 1 the while sitting by duly impressed. Finally, when the father ceased for “ breath and, incidentally, to hear the 5 culprit’s acknowledgement of error, the lad, his face beaming with admi -5 ration, turned to the mother and said : “Ma, isn’t Pa interesting?”— Har per's Magazine. . Benevolent feeling ennobles the i most trifling actions. ESTABLISHED 1850. THE USEFUL BARREL. One of the commonest articles in everyday use is the barrel. To the average man a barrel is simply a bar rel, and be seldom thinks of the im portant part it plays in many Ameri can industries. He never stops to think how seriously trade would be handicapped if the barrel supply were suddenly to give out, or if some indi vidual or corporation succeeded in cor nering the barrel market. Neither of these things is likely, but a moment’s thought on either will serve to con vince one that the homely barrel is a more important factor in industry than it is popularly thought to be. This is particularly true of the “slack” barrel. In the cooperage trade barrels are commonly classified as “tight” and “slack.” The slack barrel is used to hold commodities which are not liquid, such as lime, salt, cement, flour, sugar, fruit, vege tables and a great many other articles. In many respects the slack barrel is an ideal container for such material. It is strong, durable and easily han dled. The articles which it contains are thoroughly protected, and after being once used the barrel may be used again and re-used for many dif ferent purposes, and, after having served its time as container, it has a final value as firewood. The ordinary slack barrel consists of some sixteen or seventeen staves, two beads of three pieces each, and half a dozen hoops. No complete statistics are available upon the amount of timber annually used in the manufacture of slack cooperage, but reports indicate that last year there were produced over a billion staves, over two hundred million sets of heading and more than three hun dred million of hoops. Many wire hoops are also used. It is probably safe to say that, altogether, more than eight hundred million board feet of timber are used annually in the man facture of slack barrels in the United States, and that if the barrels which are made in a single year were stood on end, side by side, they would cover an area of over eighty thousand acres. Because of its great strength and toughness elm has long been the prin cipal wood used for staves for high class barrels and for hoops, and it will be the favorite until the supply is ex hausted. There has been a great in crease in the use of gum wood for staves within the last few years. Basswood has always been the pre ferred wood for heading because of its soft, even grain, but it, too, is be ing gradually replaced by gum. The production of elm lumber in the United States has decreased over fifty per cent, in the last seven years. Elm is cut most largely in the North ern States, and particularly in Wis consin, Indiana and Michigan, and the exhaustion of the supply in those States has had a most serious effect upon the slack cooperage industry. One of the prominent manufactur ers estimates that there are not half the staves made in Michigan now that there were ten years ago. Saginaw, which used to be the principal home of the industry,is now producing stock only in a small way, and, as a matter of fact, most of the cooperage stock made in Michigan now comes from the Northern Peninsula, instead of from the Southern Peninsula, as was formerly the case. It is the opinion of one of the best informed and most prominent manufacturers in Ohio that today there are not i ,000 staves pro duced in that State, where there were xo.ooo staves made ten years ago. Red gum grows most abundantly in Arkansas, Missouri, Mississippi and Tennessee, and with the increased use of this and other Southern woods in the manufacture of slack cooperage, the industry is shifting southward at a rapid rate. It is said that there are now a score of first-class plants, mak ing staves and heading in Louisiana, where there was only one of any large capacity ten years ago. It will be only a few years, however, until the maximum output of these States will be reached, and there, too, the manu facturers will be compelled by the scarcity of material to hunt vigorous ly for a supply of timber. So far, forest utilization in the Uni ted States has been of the most waste ful kind, and only a relatively small percentage of the actual wood content of trees has finally reached the con sumer in the form of some useful article, whether that be board or stave or shingle. Studies made by the for est service of the Department of Ag riculture indicate that in the manu facture of staves and hoops only fifty to sixty per cent, of the contents of log which goes to the mill finally emerges in the manufactured form, and that, with heading, perhaps no more than twenty-five per cent, of the actual volume of the log finally goes into the barrel heads. Much of this lack of utilization can not be prevented, yet there are possi bilities of greater economy than is commonly practiced. It is equally important to utilize the waste which unavoidably occurs. Every part of a tree may serve some useful purpose, and officers of the forest service say that the time when it will do so is rapidly approaching. Manufacturers of slack cooperage stock are confronted by the same problems, which are now meeting al most every user of wood in the United States, an increasing scarcity and a correspondingly higher price. The farm wood lot has frequently furnish ed timber for the maker of hoops and staves and beading, and it is the opin ion of some who are best informed upon conditions in the slack cooper age industry that if properly managed these wood lots could be made the source of supply for a large propor tion of the timber required for barrels. A priest was describing heaven to a class of boys. He ended by saying, “You may describe heaven in two words —‘eternal bliss.’ Now can any boy describe hell to me in two words?” A voice: “Please, sir, eternal blister.” MAKIHG IT UNANIMOUS IV IVDIAVA. A college professor had been invi ted to deliver his lecture on “High ways and Byways of Literature” at a little town in Indiana—the State that produced George Ade and James Whitcomb Riley among other fa vorites. The eventful evening came; and as the lecturer gazed upon the row upon row of earnest, eager faces be fore him breathlessly waiting for his message, a happy thought struck him and, stepping to the front of the plat form, he said: “As this is to be purely a literary lecture it seems fitting that practition ers of the glorious art of writing, if any are present, should receive due recognition and honor, and before I begin my discourse I wish to extend a cordial invitation to any author who may happen to be in the house to please come forward and take a seat on the platform with the chairman.” In the frantic rush that ensued the three front rows of seats were upset and demolished, four woman fainted and had to be carried out, a half doz en derby hats were crushed to pulp, three men received btack eyes, sever al others had their coats ripped up the back, and the reading-stand was toppled over with a crash. When the dust had settled down so that it was possible to see across the hall once more one man alone remained seated in the auditorium. The rest were on the stage. The astonished lecturer gazed for a moment at the deserted man in front of him, and then, the humorous side of the affair appealing to him, he smiled indulgently down upon the solitary occupant of the auditorium and said : “I forgot that this was Indiana. Perhaps you did not understand my invitation.” “Hey? What’s that?” demanded the man, holding a trumpet to his ear and leaning forward with a look of strained inquiry on his face. “I say, perhaps you did not under stand the invitation,” repeated the lecturer. “This being a discourse on literature, any author who chanced to be present was requested to come forward and take a seat on the plat form with the chairman.” “Oh, all right; I’m coming! Didn’t hear you the first time,” apol ogized the deaf man, and he, too, rose to his feet and started briskly for the platform. KBB. ROOSEVELT'S PLACE IV HISTORY. Mrs. Roosevelt, as “The Woman in the Background,” is sketched by Mabel Potter Daggett in the March Delineator , and the clever character study brings forcibly to the public mind the fact that the woman who has been the “first lady of the land” for seven years ha >en from first to last the least consp ..jus figure in the President’s family. Her portrait has been done in oil by Chartran. The frank mouth is smiling. But in the gray eyes is an inscrutable expression of reserve. So future generations will see her, says Mrs. Daggett. This is the picture painted at the order of the French Government and presented to the American people. Once she said : “A woman’s name should appear in print but twice —when she is married and when she is buried.” Then she stepped within the threshold and closed the door of her house. It hap pened to be the White House. Living side by side with the most written-of man of his time, she has yet quietly withdrawn within the shadow of his luminous personality. The libraries are crowded with vol umes that repeat his name —you will search them long for the merest men tion of hers; for, as his biographers have come and gone, invariably they have been met with one condition. Even as they sharpened their pencils they have looked up from their note books to hear a soft voice say firmly: “Gentlemen, only with this under standing are you given access to the data about the President —you must leave me out.” This is the reason the world has heard so little of the real Mrs. Roosevelt, and she will step out into history as one of the least known of the women who have reigned there. In her passing we write her down as the woman in the background. OVE STATE SHORT. “Jedge,” said the old darky, “you been a married man a long time?” “Yes.” “An’ you’ experience is jest an’ wise?” “I hope so. Why?” “Well, suh, I got a ’oman ter say she’ll marry me —one dat’s willin’ ter ris airly an’ make a livin’ fer de ol’ man —dat’s why.” “But—you are a very old man. Were you never married?” “Ob, yes, suh,” was the reply, “in Tennessee an’ Alabama, but both er ’m tried to rule me, an’ so I lef 'm ’fo’ I got experienced good ; but I’ll say dis much. I hez never yit tried de married state in Georgy.”— Atlan ta Constitution. A BREED WORTH PAYIVG FOR. The calf which an English farmer had taken the summer resident to see surveyed his owner and the stranger with a wary eye. “What breed is your calf?” asked the visitor. The farmer removed a wisp of straw from his mouth and said : ‘ ‘The critter’s father gored a justice o’ the peace, knocked a book canvas ser end over end and lifted a tramp over a fence; and, as for his mother, she chased a brass band out o’ town last New Year’s Day. If that ain’t breed enough to pay 25 shillings for, you can leave him be. I’m not press ing him on anybody.” 1— “My poor man, how did you ac > quire such a thirst?” r “It wus dis-a-way, mister; when > de doctor operated on me for appender , citis, he forgot an’ left a sponge inside o’ me.”