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CHANGES IN WHEAT BELT.
Vermont, Once the Granary of New York, Falls Far Behind. Vermont was once the granary of New York city. It now produces only one bushel of wheat to more than 200 In Minnesota, the banner state. Rochester was once known as the ‘ flour city/' Now it is called the "flower city." But New York still raises as much wheat as Wisconsin. Maryland produces more than either, Texas nearly twice as much and Pennsylvania three times as much. Only eight states surpass Pennsyl vania in wheat raising. Kansas produces nearly as much wheat as both the Dakotas, which are much more often mentioned as wheat states Only a trifle more than half of the wheat crop grows west of the Mis sissippi. Illinois, Indiana and Ohio still produce 80,000,000 bushels, which is more than any far western state, and over one eighth of the wholfe crop. Little Delaware raises more wheat than all New England. Virginia. West Virginia. Kentucky, Tennessee and North Carolina raise 35,000,000 bushels. New York is the second flour milling center in the United States, though far behind Minneapolis, which can grind 82,000 barrels a day to New York’s 14,000. COLLECTION OF CATS' TAILS. Gamekeepers’ Effective Method of Gathering Hi* Trophies. There is a gamekeeper at Winches ter who has a wonderful collection of cats' tails, which he obtained In the following way; He surrounds the coops in which he keeps his pheas ants with a network of electric wires, and when the cats come after his birds they are killed by the shock on touching the wires. In the morning the gamekeeper goes round and picks up the bodies of the marauders and cuts off their tails, of which ho has 255 specimens. He is not popular with his neighbors, who suspect that they have contributed to bis collection the tails of their favorite cats. Plea for an Offering. There is a difference between an of fering and a collection in the mind of at least one well-known colored preacher, who is persistent when he announces that he wants money for any certain object. Not a great while ago. when it came time to announce the collection, which is deposited on the table in front of the pulpit in full view of the minister, he said: “I want a offering dis morning and not a col lection. Maybe you don't know it, but dere is a difference between a collec tion and a offering. A offering is what you give out of your heart and a collection is anything dat is loft over. When you give a offering dere la more heart In it than dere is in a collection. Remember, bred re n and aiatern. it is a offering dat 1 want dts mawninV Mixed Ideas of School Boys. Here are acme queer answers Riven by school boys ami Sunday school boys. One youußiler was asked why David preferred to be a door-keeper In the house of the Lord. His reply— " Because If he was a door-keeper ho could walk outside *hlle the sermon was being preached"—ls worthy of mention. A confused recollection of different lexis and tacts is shown In many queer answers, such as that of the boy who spoke of tho man who THE STATESMAN, DENVER, COLORADO. went "down from Jerusalem to Jericho and as he was going thorns sprang up and choked him.” Still more “mixed” mus; have been the mind of the child who -wrote: “As Elijah went up to heaven he dropped his mantle and Queen Elizabeth walked over it.” KNEW HE WAS RELIGIOUS. Help Judged Andrew Carnegie by Hl» “Reeligious” Music. It is a fact not generally known that Andrew Carnegie has the organ played every morning in his Fifth avenue mansion when he is in New York. This practice of the ironmas ter has given his servants the Impres sion that their master Is a church going Christian, more especially as he Insists on his help—who, by the way, are all Scotch—going to church every Sunday. This belief of the Carnegie servant* gave a newspaper nrxn a great deal of work and led to hia being rebuked by Mr. Carl Schurz, neighbor of Mr. Car negie, recently. The library giver has been reported as saying that he had ceased to pray twenty years ago, and the scribe was sent out to ascertain Mr. Carnegie’* religious proclivities if possible. Mr Carnegie himself was away. “Sure he goes to church," said the man who answered the reporter’s ring. "He’s a braw releegious man, he is, and will have nae one aroond him who Isn’t a guid Chreestlan.” ‘*How do you know he goes to church?” said the scribe. “Isn’t that enoo' for us? Who'd doot it when he thinks so muckle o' releoglon that he has releegious music before breakfast every day?” When Mr. Schurz was asked if he ever saw his neighbor going to church he looked the reporter over sharply for a minute, and said: ‘‘Sir, I am my brother’s keener?” Dolce Far Niente. A littlo time of silence In the heat, A little time of indolent delight. A little slumber nt her gentle feet Who brings enchantment and txccsa of light. A little languid dreaming In the sun. And. ah. how simply happiness is won! Long have we toll'd In dusty city ways. To snare the Hying form that will not turn And Mess us. all our bitter, strenuous days; Long have we borne with hearts that throb and yearn. The sting of sorrow Ev’ry human woe Has stricken us. and yet we did not know. We did not know wl»at happy dreamers guess. That only when the busy hands are still. And thought contents Itself In Idleness. Is she subservient to our giasping will. Then, twist a slumber and a sigh, man hears The mem'r> -haunting music of the years. A little time shut In with flow’ra and leaves, A little space to watch the clouds go by. Drifting In depths of blue, and sadness leaves The heart as fresh and radiant as the sky; And she who scorn'd us when we could but weep. Visits <ur hearts when they are prone to sleep. —Pal! Mall Gazette Killed Fox With Ax. Edward 0. Frink killed a fine fox with an ax one day recently at Hins dale, N. H. Mr. Frink was passing through some woods carrying his ax In his hand. Suddenly ho saw some thing move In the brush, and thinking It was probably a rabbit, he hurled his ax at It. To his surprise out jumped two largo foxes, one 01 which was so crippled as to be easily captured. JUBILEE IN JAPAN CELEBRATION OVER VICTORY OF LIAOYANG. Grand Display During Daylight Eclipsed in Beauty by the Proces sion at Night—Scene to Delight the Eye of an Artist. On the evening of Sept. 4 messen gers went from bouse to bouse with their instructions. On the morning of the 5th the entire country broke out into a blaze of banners, flags, large and small. Here and there was an American or English flag; but the air was fairly alive with the Japanese red sun in a white field, or the war flag with its red rays streaming. The col ors were only red and white and the bunting, wound about poles every where, was set off by the green of the immense arches, innumerable lanterns lined the street and hung from tall poles in long festoons. No wonder that the price of lanterns went up from two cents and a half to twenty-live cents, and that finally none were to be had. All through 'he next day the people were busily en gaged in completing their prepara tions for even a grander display in the evening. Transparencies were pre pared displaying mottos of congratu lation, or scenes from the war or hu morous pictures of falling bears and eagles, on their backs, tumbling through space with wings outspread and claws clutching at the air. And when the night came panorama baf fles description. In the light of the paper lanterns everywhere one saw the red in its white field on flags and banners and bunting and transparen cies. And.then the processions! Those who have seen a torchlight procession in America, with the air filled with •moke of the torches and the grimy tin lamps dripping their oil over their bearers, know nothing of an oriental precession with its thousands of pretty lanterns of all shapes and sizes, borne aloft upon bamboo sticks, each lan tern decorated with the Japanese flags or some fanciful design—a veritable river of fire growing and rippling till lost In the distance.—John E. Dearing in The World To-Day. "YOU CAN NEVER TELL." Hunan Nature a Constant Surprise to Once Trusting Man. James P. Edotf of San Francisco, who lives half the year at the Audi torium hotel, believes himself a cynic, but Is a sentimentalist. To prove It ho tells this story on himself: “I was doing business in Nevada thirty years ago. I didn't believe then that any man ever stole or lied or did mean things. Smith, one of my employes, came up to me. ‘Jim,’ he said, 'you don't believe Brown steals. Well, come down to his house right away. I went, and we entered "by the back door. In the cellar we found all sorts of things belonging to us, from sacks of flour to furniture. "It made me sick and I went back to the store and walked right up to Brown. “ ‘Brown.’ said I, ‘how long have you been a thief?' "He owned up. " ‘About a year,' he said. "Are you going to lock me up?’ " ‘No, 1 ain’t,’ said I. ‘Here is a 1100 bill, and a freight train Is pulling out the yards. Get on, get out of the state, and don’t let me catch sight of you again.’ "Ho took the bill and got. I’ve been studying human nature close ever since, and I’m never surprised at any thing, goodness or badness, meanness or nobility. You can never tell.”— Chicago Chronicle. DECRIES HEROINES OF FICTION. Capt.ous Critic Declares Novelists Describe Freaks. ‘“Eyes like stars!’” sniffed the cap tious critic contemptuously as he threw down the novel he was reading. "Fancy a girl with eyes that really looked like stars—little specks of light! Why, nobody’s eyes look like stars, unless it may be a cat’s eyes in the dark. And ‘Lips like cherries!’ Absurd! Just imagine a girl with lips like two little round red balls. Why, it would te a positive deformity. "Even Byron says of one of his heroines that she had a ‘brow like a midsummer lake.’ Midsummer frog pond! Could you really fall in love with a girl whose forehead actually looked like a lake? No: of course you couldn’t, nor anybody else. Mid summer lake only makes it worse. It gives an idea that the girl was per spiring freely. Then here is another passage,” continued he. picking up his discarded book and reading: “ Her slender foot was scarce larger than the blue bells it crushed down.’ "Now. isn’t that ridiculous? The girl would have toppled over, been absolutely unable to walk with such feet. I tell you if half the heroines of romance are anything like what they are pictured, they belong in dime n u seums and not in the pages of a book.” IS AN INTELLIGENT PLANT. How Wild Fig Tree in Mexico Spreads Its Kind. Among all the forms of vegetable J.fe in the Mexican tropics the wild fig trees are the most remarkable, says the Geographic Magazine. Some of them show such apparent intelli* gence in their readiness to meet emer gencies that it is difficult not to credit them with powers of volition. In tropics, where the wild figs flour ish. there is a constant struggle for life among numberless species of plants. Certain of the wild figs appear to have learned this and provide a fruit which is a favorite food for many birds; then an occasional seed is dropped by a bird where it finds lodgement in the axil of a palm frond high in the air. There the seed takes root and is nourished by the little accumulation of dust and vegetable matter. It sends forth an aerial root, which creeps down the pahn, sometimes coiling about the trunk on its way. When this slender, cordlike rootlet reaches the ground it secures a foothold and becomes the future trunk of the fig tree. Blind Angler and Organist. A resident of the Potteries, who has been spending his holidays in East Anglia, has been fishing in the company of an expert angler who is absolutely blind. “It Is," says this Staffordshire angler, "simply marvelous how this blind man can find his way along the waterside, select his swims, adjust his tackle, put a bait on the hook, cast out, and tell when he has the slightest nibble." The blind angler is also an accom plished musician, and has charge of the organ at the parish church.—Lon don Chronicle.