"ADSn.?-AFT
What makes the printer's heart to f
It isn't "flimsy" brought by hand, nc
But it'3 everlasting, sweating nt an e
That breaks your heart to set it up, i
0, the ads! Oh, the ads! Oh, tl
With the constant "alteration'1
The men who write them can not
Aud it' they send a block along,
What mokes the foreman "rip" and
What makes the editor get mad, and
lt's six-inch ads with words enough t
And arrangements typographical that
Oh. the ads! Oh, the ads! Oh.
3. With their adjectives exploded
With electros always coming lotis
And grammar so illiterate it m
They will not use a font of type excej
They chop and change, and skimp am
Then when they've packed it good ai
And if you say there isn't room they
Oh. thc ad! Oh, thc ad! Oh. tl
With his fancies hypercritical tl
He always seem;: to think for sur
And if a letter-doesn't print he
And when at length the proof is pass
And everybody's going home as soon
And all.the papers printed off and ht
You hear "That advertiser's on the t
Oh, the ad! Oh. the ad! Oh. tin
What ?B it makes the 'phone vi
Oh-thc- advertiser eays he finds I
Ile doesn't want the ad put in:
By PRIS GILL
"I'm not a farmer,'" said Mr. Rob
erts, leaning back in his chair on the
. wide veranda and looking out medi
tatively toward the orange groves
over which Curtis Everett had taken
so much trouble; "hut I can tell you,
. there's only one road to success, in
^farming as in everything else*, my
fl*fy. Aim for the top. For instance, j
a friend of mine found first-rate cider j
apples in his new orchard. Did he
make cider out of them, like every
other farmer round? No: he; he
made the very best cider vinegar in
sta&d, by Careful chemical processes,
and then he took some of it down to
New York. He went to the retailers
direct, not to the commissioc men
" there's a trick for you to learn, Curt
"Strand he got ten dollars a barrel for
it: Same way with his butter and
cheese-alwas's the best, always at
tractively put up, always at top
prices. Thc result is that Jennings
is making a farm pay, and pay well.
It all depends upon the way you do
it. Now this orange grove of
yours-"
"But, Mr. Roberts," interrupted
' Curtis, "my oranges are first-rate, and
two hundred barrels of them. It
isB't my fault that I can't get more
than three dollars a barrel for them
here, or from the New York commis
sion men. And I can't afford to go to
New York myself to sell them. You
see, it's the old proverb again: 'The
destruction of the poor is their pov
; erty.' n
Mr. Roberts shook his head. "It's
tile poor boys that make millionaires
- in the end, nevertheless, Curt; you
can't get round that fact. Suppose I
gr?e you an object-lesson .in money
making-if you're willing, that is. I
can teach you, for instance, how to
sell those, oranges at from five to
'??seven dollars a barrel."
. Curtis Everett looked at his
.shrewd, spare, well-dressed compan
ion in amazement. Mr. Roberts was
certainly in earnest, and everybody
knew that Mr. Roberts could do very ?
wonderful things in the way of mak- ?
lng money. He was a wealthy rail
road man, and Curtis and his mother
j always welcomed the days when he
^stopped at their little home among
-'Ihe orango groves, as he came and
?ent along tho lino.
^Mr. Roberts had been a lifelong
friend of Curtis' father, and after
Mr. Everett's death had helped to set
tle the small estate; and altogether
Curtis, who was only eighteen years
old, regaled him ar, one of the kind
est, and wisest ol men. But this cool
remark of- his oracle fairly took away
his breath. Seven dollars a barrel
for oranges! Why, one might as well
say a hundred, and bo done with it!
Mr. Roberts rather enjoyed his
young friend's incredulous look.
"Well, to begin with," he said, "we'll
**go outside of your orango grove. Do
I you kuow that tho crop, up and down
:. tho States, is not as good as it might
bo? I've noticed that, and you ought
to know it better than I, lor it's part,
a largo part, Of your business. Then
most of thc packers about here are
lazy and careless, and they pack as
you do, ia barrel:?. I would advise
you to begin, and you might as well
do it to-day, by picking over your
5 two hundred barrels of oranges and
- sorting out only thc finest and most
"fKerfect ones. Wrap each orange neat
ly in paper, and pack them in boxes,
with your name and address plainly
lettered on each box.- Your fruit is
first-rate, you say?"
"No better oranges in Florida,"
said Curtis, proud of his crop. And
ho was not boasting, for when the
first box was brought up for Mr. Rob
erts' inspection, the most fastidious
connoisseur in fruit yould have been
satisfied with the great golden globes,
.juicy and firm, that filled the soft
ttapcr wrappers.
^"They'll do. Not a cent less than
seven dollars for these," was Mr. Rob
erts' comment, as the box was nailed
np. "How many like this do you
think you will get out of the two
hundred barrels, my boy?"
"At least two hundred boxes," re
plied Curtis, "and perhaps more. Of
course I can sell the second grade
onos for something, too."
"Sell them round here, then," ad
. vised Mr. Roberts, "and don't put
. your name anyhere about them, as
you uo on these selected ones. What
you want is ..o have your name mean
?.A No. 1 to every dealer who sees it
\janywhere. Do you understand?" And
Cartis, as he assented, felt that the
mysteries of business were, after all,
based on common sense.
The boxes went off to New York In
due season, two hundred and seven
teen of them. Curtis had dealt the
?.year before with a commission-firm,
?Holt & Wynne, who did a good busi
ness in that part of Florida. "Never
Sard of them," said Mr. Roberts,
"but if you must go to a commission
man, one is about the same as an
other. I'm. afraid you won't get more
than five dollars among these sharks.
ER KIPLING.
lint? What makes the comps perspire?
>r news by private wire;
iverlasting ad
md when it's done it's bad.
ie beastly tiresome ads!
' and "revise" that cost a mint. *
write-they're always full- of fads,
the block will never print.
"bust," and tear his inky hair?
ven* nearly swear?
0 lill a quarter-page,
. fill the heart with rage.
the frightful, frantic ads!
like a Yankee circus bill, .
e and dropping out the brads,
akes thc reader ill.
)t the blackest face,
1 rare-they grudge an inch of space;
ia tight tiley think it needs a border,
? take away the order.
ie man who writes the nd! ^
bat make you want to lau^h,
9 he's going to he had,
cuts the price in half.
ed, the paper "put to bcd,"
as he has fed,
df is cn the train,
elephene again."
c everlasting ad!
bra te with this insistent shout?
hat trade is rather bad;
we'd better leave it out!
-T. lt.. iii Advertising, London.
A. LEONARD.
but that's better than three, at any
rate, eh?"
"Nearly twice as good!" cried Cur
tis, hopefully. "I'd be quite satisfied
with five, myself. Holt & Wynne
know I'm a beginner, and they prob
ably won't do as much for me as for
older growers."
"Never be satisfied with anything
hut the highest price iii the market,
if your goods are first-class," said his
mentor, oracularly. "That's another
thing you want to learn. If you sell
the bsst article that comes, there's no
sense or justice in letting some one
else make the profit off its value.
You ought to be getting a good round
check from Holt & Wynne soon."
But, alas! The mail that brought
Curtis a letter from New York
brought also a staggering blow to
these roseate theories. Holt &
Wynn? wrote briefly that the con
signment of oranges had reached
them, but in bad condition, the fruit
being considerably bruised; the mar
ket was dull, and altogether three
dollars a box was all that they could
give for them. They trusted that this
would he satisfactory, and remained
respectfully, and so forth.
Curtis read the letter over once or
twice. He felt dazed. With the
hopefulness of youth he had believed
in his predicted good fortune, even
while he had disclaimed any hopes
whatever. How lucky lt was, he
thought, that he had not told his
mother anything about ic, wishing to
surprise her with the big check. It
was small enough, afcer all. He put
letter and check moodily in his
pocket, and calculated hov/ much he
had lost on the material and labor for
the boxes-and also how little even
the most shrewd man of business can
know about farming. Poor Curtis!
When Mr. Rocerts came back that
evening, after a trip down the State
which had taken him most or that
week, he found a disappointed-look
ing pupil, who, without a word, hand
ed him Holt & Wynne's fateful epis
tle.
Mr. Roberts read the letter slowly.
Then he read it again, and then sat
and drummed the fingers of one hand
thoughtfully upon the arm of his
chair. Finally he handed the latter
back to Curtis with the quiet r mark:
"Don't cash that check, Curt.
You'll have to go to New York, after
all."
"I don't see, even if I did cash It,
that three dollars a box'would guar
antee my traveling expenses," said
Curtis. Pie tried io say it lightly,
and did not mean that his voice
should sound reproachful, but Mr.
Roberts smiled under his gray mus
tache.
"I'll guarantee jthem, then," he
said. "We'll go together, Curt, and
we'll start to-night, for I have to be in
New York this week at any rate. Pack
up your things and come along. I
mean what I say-I'll guarantee your
expenses. Only bc sure and bring
that letter along, for I meau busi
ness."
"But what-" stammered Curtis.
"I'll tell you on the train," said Mr.
Roberts. "We leave at seven o'clock,
sc we have no time to talk now. But
I have a little plan to unfold ci: the
way to New York that I think will in
terest you, my boy."
Two days later three gentlemen,
two middle-aged, one very young,
strolled into the offices of Holt &
Wynne. Mr. Holt knew Colonel Irv
ing, the most elderly of the three,
very well, for he was a business man
of much prominence. The other two
were strangers. Colonel Irving did
not introduce them, except by remark
ing that as they were friends of his
who wanted to buy oranges, he had
brought them to Mr. Holt. He would
answer for their business standing.
"What is the market price per
box?" asked one of them, as Mr. Holt
led them to some sample boxes.
"The usual rate is from three to
five dollars," said Mr. Holt. "That is,
for average fruit. The finer grades
are higher^ of course."
"We want thc best you have," said
r5H5E5E5ESE5E5E5H5H5ESH5i
ND this is not remark
for mind is one thing
with joy remember so
so wonderful; but hen
itself is mind, for wh
i(J anything in memory, we say,
In and when we forget, we say,
?u "It slipped out of my mind,'
n] mind. Since then this is so,
In remember my past sorrow, th
fi ory sorrow; but the mind ha
[?] in it, while the memory is.n<
Li that is in it? Docs the merni
?J mind? Who will say so? '
H] belly of the mind, and joy an
In or bitter; when these are ent
fu passed into a kind of belly;
ti] but can no longer have a flav
ta these to bo alike; and yet ?
ni Saint Augustine, "Confcssio:
?a
the younger stranger. Mr. Holt con
sidereal mentally that from his man
ner and his evident youth, this buyer
was likely to be a ready customer,
and not one to stick at prices.
"We have a consignment of extra
fine oranges from Florida, but we
hold them pretty high," he said,
smoothly. "You see, the season has
been rather unfavorable, and first
rate fruit is getting scarcer every day.
We ask eight dollars per box for
these, but we consider them worth
it."
He had ? box upon his hand as he
spoke. On its side stood out in bold
letters, "Curtis Everett," and the
younger man gave a distinct start,
which, however, escaped Mr. Holt's
notice. The merchant opened the lid
and took out a paper-wrapped orange,
packed," he. said, turning to Colonel
Irving. "Each ono perfect-never
have handled a better lot cf fruit.
The consignee, . Mr. Everett, is a*
young man, but ho understands fruit
growing and fruit-packing thorough
ly, and his name is a guarantee that
tho oranges are first-class."
"Humph!" here put in thc elder
stranger. "None of thrin bruired,
eh?"
"Bruised!" said Mr. Holt, in an in
jured tone. "Hov.* could they be,
with such packing as that? No; sir;
we can guarantee that every one of
the two hundred and seventeen boxes
is in A No. 1 condition, and the fruit
1 first-class in every respect."
"Two hundred and seventeen-ls
that all?" asked the younger visitor.
"I should have been giad io have
three hundred."
"Well, we can fill the rest of your
order with very fair fruit at six or
seven dollars," said the commission
merchant, "but we have no more like
these in stock at present. They are
really an unusual lot, and cheap at
the price."
"I think so," said the young man,
decisively. "I will take the two hun
dred and seventeen, and I will pay
half down now, to hind the bargain,
if you will give me a receipt."
Mr. Holt rubbed his hands with
pleasure.
"Just step in here with me, into
our private office," he said, "and I
will take your check and give you a
receipt, Mr.-?" he paused, inquir
ingly.
"Everett," replied the young man,
with great distinctness. "Curtis
Everett. "
Mr. Holt's jaw dropped. "I bog
pardon," he said, closing thc door of
the private office sharply, as soon as
they were well inside, "but what
name did I understand you-"
"Curtis Everett," repeated his cus
tomer. "Of Florida, Mr. Holt. A
young man, as you kindly remarked,
but one who understands fruit-grow
ing and fruit-packing. Until to-day,
however, he did not thoroughly un
derstand fruit-selling, perhaps."
"Hum-ah-yes!" remarked Mr.
Holt, in a tone of choked embarrass
ment. "Well, Mr. Everett," here he
cleared his throat, and faced toward
Curtis for the first time, "perhaps my
partner, Mr. Wynne, and 1 had better
come round and see you to-night j
about this."
"Perhaps you had," said Curtis. "I
am staying at the house of my friend,
Mr. Roberts, at No. - Madison ave
nue."
The commission merchant put as
good a face upon the matter as pos
sible when 1.-'; went back with Curtis
to Colonel irving and Mr. Roberts,
although he smiled rather a sickly
smile as he bade thc three good-bye.
That evening, when the door of
Mr. Roberts' library had clos?d be
hind Messrs. Holt &. Wynne, who,
after a very uncomfortable half hour,
had finally left their check for one
thousand five hundred and nineteen
dollars, drawn to the order of Curtis
Everett, Mr. Roberts beamed genially
upon his pupil in the paths of trade.
"How is that for your orange crop,
Curt? Seven dollars a box-the price
that they acknowledged should have
been paid the planter-besides Mr.'
Holt's heartfelt testimonial to your
merits as a fruit-grower, made when
he didn't even know who you were!
Isn't that better than three dollars a
barrel? And now, to-morrow, we'll
go about and meet some of the people
who really buy oranges and pay hon
est prices for them, so that next year
you won't have the trouble of coming
to New York again, since you dislike
it so much."
"I think I could stand coming
every week on these terms!" cried
Curtis, laughing. "Only I'm glad I
shall never have to consign any more
oranges to Holt & Wynne. I felt-al
most sorry for Mr. Wynne, though,
when he vowed he knew nothing
about it, and begged us not to lei
this story be known."
"You were quite right, though, my
boy, when you refused to promise
silence," said the elder man. "It will
do no harm for every grower in your
neighborhood to hear about the mat
ter, and to consign his crops to a more
honest firm. For my part, I expect,
to tell the story whenever I feel like
it-for it's a pretty neat example of
poetic justice."
And that is how the story came to
me-for it is a true one-and my
only regret is that I cannot tell it as
well as Mr. Roberts does.-Youth's
i Companion.
Erackets to lock milk bottles to
sides of doorways have been invented
by a resident of New Jersey, to defy
thieves.
I In June British imports increased
j hy ?28,000,000 and exports by $13,
1 000,000.
able with regard to the oody; m
, body another. If I therefore uj
me past pain of body, it is not [}J
S is the marvel, in that memory nj
en we are bidding one to hold uj
"See that you keep it in mind;"
, "It was not in my mind," or,
' calling the memory itself the
how is it, that when with joy I
e mind hath joy, and the mem
3 joy by reason of the gladness
ot sad by reason of the sorrow
3ry perchance not belong to the
The memory then is a sort of
d sadness a kind of food, sweet
rusted to thc memory, they are
and there they can be stowed,
or. Ridiculous is it to imagine
ire they not utterly unlike?
:s" (Autobiography).
Il?-.V IT IU?'P?$m
.'j-'eve !;! .! )??:.'v cl brsa-l new glcvcc/'
?r ?: ? ? ;-.V i jr :n cn.? day;
I put wv ??n?.?r;i ia tlie'r roomi
And r.'?', "?cu'il fare frst:iy,'< ...
I Then ! | ::l ra say lint r.ad coat
And \< r: r i n! In I '12 l?r';,
And peen jr-y linpciy i*r.cri. "We won't
Slay shat i:p in l!:o ?ark!''
Pier rear!? swna pleasant windows rigid
At every Knjrsr ead:
."'.I t e u wc:e Cv;* big. dreadfa' holes
l"cr :ry r.::;::::r.a to mead!
-I'h.'kidclpaia Record.
IDEAS OP A GIRL.
I vo il ! take a trip ever to Asia
and se-e t'.io Himalaya Mountains, the ?
highest in thc world, il I had 51,000,- 1
OOO.
J (hen would like to join a elah,
and have a pony and cart,' which I
coull uno in geln',' to the club. I!
would have to buy food for the pony, j
I would have a house with about j
ten rooms In it. and have it all fur- !
nish ed, aud ali the nice clothes Ii
wanted.
I then would want to see Pike's
Peak and the Garden of the Gods and
Great Salt Lake and learn how to
swim. They say you can not drown
in Great Salt Lake. I would go South 1
and see them hov/ they pick the seeds !
out of cotton. ? would give the rest {
of my money to the poor.-Dorothy
Wiegand, in the New York-Times.
ON SHIPBOARD.
The funniest experience I had was j
on a recent trip where there was on
hoard a little girl of about twelve
years cf age, writes a purser cn an
ocean liner In Ihe Tourist Magazine.
She struck up a warm friendship ?
willi 'ne, and would walk the deck I
for miles if I would only accompany j
her. She fell very ill during a storm
and refused to be comforted. Her j
mother asked hov if there was any- '
thing she could do which would ease
her suffering, and the young imp
(she was an American child) said !
there was. If she would only j
"skidoo," and let the purser read a .
hook to her she would feel better.
And the indulgent mother came to 1
me, stated the case, and-well, I com- j
plied with her request, and read to
the child for a little while each dayl
until she was well enough to come on ;
deck again.
AT A REGATTA.
If you have ever attended a regatta
you will know what a pleasant time j
I have been having. I have just re-j
turned from Newbury, a email town |
on Lake Sunapes, in New Hampshire.
This lake is ten- miles long and ia'
some places three miles wide. It is
very beautiful, being hedged in by
mountains, wita pines and birches
along thc edge. The last day of the
regatta was devoted tr wing, canoe
ing and swimming races. The two
races that appealed to me most were
a canoe tilt and a greased pole race.
In the canoe tilt nearly always the
whole canoe was upset and the two
men had to tow the boat to shore and
empty it. After this-t'aty paddled
around as i? nothing had happened.
For thc polo race, a long pole was
suspended over the water, and hav
ing been carefully greased a card was
placed on the end, the object of the
race being to slide out on the polo
and get thc card. Only three suc
ceeded in getting thc card, and they
received cups, as did all the others
who won races.-Rosalind Dunwin,
in thc New York Tribune. 1
TWO HOME-COMING'S.
Thursday; the maid already gone, '
having left a simple meal for two j
ready to serve; Mrs. Ashley intent on
saving every possible minute for help
ing the little seamstress, who was
working at high tension on a gown
which Mrs. Ashley needed lo wear
that evening; the telephone bell a
message to say that three friends
would drop in to luncheon-and then
Daughter Dulcie, slenaer, sixteen and
competent, walking quietly in, home
from her vacation twenty-four hours
earlier than expected.
"What luck that I came!" was the
first thing she said on learning the
situation. ' Things to tell you? Well,
rather! But they'll keep till this cri
sis is past. You sit down, mother,
and sew just ar. if they weren't com
ing. I'll make omelet and whole
wheat muffins and cocoa-don't you
give it a thought. Jsn'i it good that
I saved a clean shirt waist and
brought ii in my bag? And now I
know why I lugged that bunch ol! as
ters home-to have on the table at
our luncheon. Oh, but I'm glad I'm
here!"
That evening, while Mrs. Ashley
was paying the seamstress, Dulcie,
close by, was exulting over the pretti
ness of the finished gown.
"Pretty? Yes, child," said Mrs.
Ashley, with a look at Dulcie that
made tho little seamstress suddenly
homesick for her own mother, "but
it's thanks to you that I have it ready
for to-night, isn't it, Miss Brown?
What would, we have done if Dulcie
hadn't come to-day?"
Before that week was over the lit
tle seamstress, in another home,
found herself realizing, as tho morn
ing slipped away, that there was still
two days' work to be done before fin
ishing her engagement at Mrs. Brew
ster's that night.
"If I could have a few hours of
help this afternoon, Mrs. Brewster-"
she had begun, when a cab rolled up
to the door, and the sentence was
never finished. Ethel Brewster, pret
ty and high-keyed, had come back
from a summer ja^nt.
"Completely strapped, momsle!"
she announced gaily, ct tho threshold.
"Didn't have car fare. That's why I
took the cab, counting 0:1 your pock
etbook at. this end. Yes, I'm later
than I said, but wc found there was
a faster train with a chair car, so we
waited. The laundress? Oh, mom
cie, I utterly forgot what you wrote
about having engaged her to do up
my things to-day! Been here all the
morning? Such a shame-for every
dud 1 have needs washing. I could
have brought those things in my suit
case instead of my trunk, just as well.
And that isn't thc worst. Seo this
frightful trap-door, right ia fro at of
0 00 0 ?r
thc~cnly sc o J skirt I have left-ana
schcol beginning to-morrow!"
Ey this time lhere was a veil on
one c'jair, a pair of gloves on another,
?'h~&t on the ?able and- a-coat on the
couch. For toe rest of the day, while
thc lillie seamstress remolded the
torn skirt and JJtlicl pervaded the
house, potfring out continuous tales
cf the good times she had been hav
ing, ks;- mother was following her
about, picking up an3 putting away.
When Mrs. Brewster paid thc little
seamstress that night, she said, with
a weary kindness. "It's not your fault
in thc least, Mis.- Brown, that you
couldn't finish my dress. If it hadn't
been for Ethel's coming to-day-"
There she stopped, and the little
seamstress went away, thinking. She
was going home lo visit her own
motlier the following week.-Youth's
Companiou.
A FABLE FOR OLD AND YOUNG.
Once a child who thought well of
"herself wa3 walking along tho street,
and saw another child, who was poor
ly clad.
,!Kow wretched it must be," she
said to herself, "to ho poor and
shabby like that child! How thin
she is! And how her patched clonk
flutters in the wind: so different from
my velvet dress and cloak!"
Just then an angel came along.
'.What are you looking at?" asked
the angel.
. "I was looking at that girl," said
the child.
"So was I," said tho angel. *How
beautifully she is dressed!"
"What do you mean?" said the
child. "I mean this cue coming
toward us. She is in rag;, or at least,
if her clothes are not ragged, they
aro wretchedly thin and shabby."
"Oh, nc," said thc ansel. "Mow
can you say so? She is all white, os
clear as frost. I never saw anything
so pretty. Eut you, you poor little
thing, you are indeed miserably clad.
Does not thc wind blow through and
through those flimsy tatters? But at
least ycu could keep them clean, mV
dear, and mended. You should see
to that." . '.
"I don't know what you mean!"
said the child. "That girl is a ragged
beggar, and my father is the richest
man in town. I have a white dress
and coat, trimmed with expensive fur.
What are you talking about?"
"About the clothes of your soul, of
course!" said thc angel, who was
young.
"I don't know anything about
souls," said the child.
"I shouldn't think you did," said
the angel.-Laura E. Richards.
Telephone cabies are about to bo
laid under the English Channel by the*
British Government. This is expected
to greatly facilitate business between
London and Paris.
Thc latest improved life preserver
is a hollow belt of rubber, to which s i
attached a cylinder filled with liquid
carbon dioxide. On turning a tap tho ?
liquified gas ^scapes into the belt, I
volatilizes, and infi?tes it to its fullest j
capacity, twenty-seven and one-half ;
quarts, which makes it superior ts !
any cork belt.
An extraordinary surgical opera
tion is reported from Paris. It ap
pears that Dr. Doyen, who I.? well
known in connection with cancer re
search, successfully transplanted a
vein of .a live sheep to thc leg of a
man suffering from arterial aneurism,
with the result that thc circulation
was restored. The patient has now
completely recovered. The vein trans
ferred was over ten inches in length.
Numerous grafting operations hara
been performed lu modern surgery,
but this is the first time that an or
ganism from a lower animal has been
transferred to man.
The energy stored up in ordinary
matter on the electron theory is enor
mous. Assuming that each atom of
hydrogen contained only one cor
puscle-and the probable number is
several hundred-then one grain of
it would contain as much energy as
that produced by burning (ive tons of
coal. And all ordinary matter con
tains tills vast rtore cf energy kept
fast bound by tho corpuscles. Jf any
rppreclable fraction of this were at
any time to escape il is pointed out
that the earth would explode and be?
come a gaseous nebula.
In some interesting nut'\; 'u Che
Zoologist. Dr. James Clark points out
the nowhere, probably, in G reit
Britain aro the conditions so favor
able for abundance and variety ol
crustacean life cs on the coast of
Cornwall. And among tho numerous
species thora found none, perhaps,
ara of greater interest than those
which appear from limo lo limo nj
waifs and strays from other pa: ls.
Among those casual visitors Dr.
Clark notes tho curious little gulf
weed crab (Planus minutus). This
species has Its headquarters and
breeds among the drift weed of thc
Sargasso Sea. Tho Gulf Stroan oc
casionally carries it to our shores, lt
is usually found on drift timber cov
ered with barnacles. Such casual
drifting illustrates how a spect'-s nay
extend ils geographical range, but !'.
does not appear (hat tho Cornish
waters are suitable for thc gulf-weed
crab.
A Women's Protest.
Thc fcmalo compositors and o:her
workwomen la printing establish
ments of Norway have raised a pro
test against a proposed factory in
spection law, i:i which overtime and
night work aro foi bidden for women.
They do not desire protective l?gisla
tion of that sort.
OW Papers.
Thr-je were recently discovered Sc. I
tho city library of L?neburg eight
volumes of old Hamburg papers, soma I
ol' which wcro <?.-;e.l ]C13.
AMERICAN GIRL STARTS FAD.
Ida Freeman, an American girl, has
led many English society women into
tho fad of working flowers in satin
ribbon. The girl's skill came to at
tention "when she sent a box of flow
ers to a bazaar in aid of a fresh air
fund for London children. When the
box was opened it was thought the
flowers were real, but exeminatlon
proved them to be of softest satin.
Experts who examined the flowers
said the work was more realistic and '
finished than that of the best French
artificial flowers, and one manufac
turer proposed to Mi? Freeman she
instruct a class for the manufacture
of satin flowers for commercial use.
She refused the offer, but volunteered
to teach a small class of society wo
men.-New York Press.
FOR BOARD OF EDUCATION.
Mrs. Sarah E. Greene ls the first
woman in Montclair, N. J., to be pro
posed by the male yoters of the town
for membership on the Board of Edu
cation. At a recent meeting of the
Upper Montclair Republican Club her
name was proposed and many of the
members took up the cudgels in her
behalf with such vehemence that it
is reported to have been one of the
most tumultuous meetings on record.
When a motion was made to in
dorse Mrs. Greene it was finally voted
dow.n and it was decided to appoint
a committee to confer with the Demo
cratic Club on the advisability of
nominating a woman for the office.
Jf the Democrats agree it is expected
that Mrs. Greene will be the nominee
of both parties and viii be elected
without opposition unless the anti
suffragists put up a candidate.-New
York Sun. -
YELLOW THE FAVORITE.
The prominence of yellow and the
unexpressiveness of gold and silver
tissue linings for diaphanous fabrics
characterize the evening gowns of this
summer. Yellow, indeed, has never
been so popular among all types of
women. Black dinner gowns are also
their staple favoritism
Tea Rolls.-Melt two
cupful scalding hot milk,
compressed yeast cake
tablespoonful sugar, a sal
egg. Then^beat in a cu
beat three minutes. Cov
warm place to rise for at
let rise a second time, th
fill roll pans a little more
rise to the top of the pa
quick oven.-Philadelphia
among women who are "not quite so
young," while school girls are ap
pearing in quaint flowered pompadour
fabrics.
The gold tissue lining, while it can
never be ranked with the cheap ma
terials, can be found at many different
prices, perhaps we should have said,
the lowest of which is not too ex
pensive, clDth of silver or silver " issue
is also effective and in great demand,
but the geld is for the moment para
mount in favor. With just a small
bit Of gold trimming in the waist, a
net gown made-up .over the brilliant
lining is most attractive. All shades
of gold are fashionable this ~S?' son,
and there seams to be a glint of gotd
in many different materials.
Yellow net, yellow tulle and even
yellow chiffon gowns are most becom
ing and effective, while if so desi:ed,
a touch cf black is introduced, or,
better still, a dark brown. This last
suggestion requires such careful
treatment, however, that it should not
be attempted by the amateur dress
maker.-New Haven Register.
THINKERS FOR WOMAN'S SUF
FRAGE.
Something new In this country ls
the recent suffrage organization of
the above name in New York City,
with George Foster Peabody, the emi
nent philanthropist, as president, says
Harper's Bazar. Among the mem
bers whose names have thus far been
made public are those of William
Dean Howells, Dr. Simon Flexner,
head cf Rockefeller Institute; Colonel
George Harvey, editor of the North
American Review, and Harper's
Weekly; Oswald Garrison Villard,
owner and editor of the New York
enjoying
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FASHION HINT.
Bands cf material are put cn in jacket j
:y!e here, giving quits a novel effect. The
ow-cut vest is of embroidered net, ami j
bove is t!i2 chemisette of the same net j
Licked. Th?girdle is of black satin and .
ie buttons are covered with the same. 1
Evening Post; William M. I vins, pres
ident New York Charter Commission;
William Jay Sehieffelin, president
Citizens' Union; Charles Sprague
Smith, director People's Institute;
Edwin Markham, Hamilton Holt, edi
tor of the Independent; many Colum
bia University professors, clergymen
and lawyers.
The Men's League of Great Eritain
is a large and active society, and
there is also a strong league in Hol
land, while others are forming in
various European countries. Eliza
beth Cady Stanton often complained
bitterly that in no country but the
United States were Avomen left to
fight this battle alone. This has been .
true, and it never can be won by wo
men alone; but everywhere now are
indications that men are beginning to
realize how they have failed in their
duty and responsibility toward this
important question.
The brunt of the battle must still
be borne by women, but henceforth
more and more will they he rein?
forced and sustained by men.
White moire belts with tiny jet cots
arc among the novelties.
Many of the new leather shopping
bags are fringed at the bottom.
The tucked yoke of lace or tulle is
almost universal on Paris gowns.
A modish fad of the moment is lo
employ silver buckles on white shoes.
Shantung continues to make up
new costumes, both for street and
house.
The latest sleeve for tailor-mades is
small and close with no appareut full
ness at the to?.
Frocks of the season to come pro: . .
ise to b? gorgeous, both as to color
and design.
Very trig parasols of the Japanese
level tablespoonfuls butter in one " Q
Cool to lukewarm, put in one-naif
and when dissolved add a level
Itspoouful salt and one well beaten
pful and one-half sifted Sour and
er with a wai m cloth and set in a >
tout two hours. Beat down again,
en with tablespoon dipped in flour
i than half full of the batter. Let
ins and bake fifteen minutes ic a
. Ledger.
order are covered with cretonne ia
old-world patterns and colors.
. The use of cut jet embroideries on
pale-colored satin will be one of thc
features of the coming season.
The old favorite Middy blouse row
has a' rival in the Middy sweater,
which is very like the original blouse.
Hair bands cf Indian bead work
are immensely popular, and are worn
largely with thc Psyche style of head
dress.
Coarse black lace coats, long or of
medium length, are being worp over
light frocks with great effect and com
fort.
. Mrny of the newest hats are
tuvned__up abruptly at the front, back ,
or sides, -with a huge long plume for
sole trimming. -
Soutache now appears on the sheer
est of white fabrics, sometimes com
bined with eyelet embroidery, but as
often by itself.
A?number ol pretty suits are made
in colors and trimmed with bands of
heavy white or ecru lace, instead of
the lace to correspond with the color
of the suit.
A new cravat to wear with collar
less gowns is nothing less than a
leather dog collar that takes the
place of the broad band of ribbon al
lowable in the evening, but not in tho
morning.
The drape.-ies of ;owns are mainly
at the back an ? sid. s, and often start
well up in the region of the waist,
descending in lines which enhance
the ap-arent length of the figure
wearing them.
For useful little run-around outing
frocks foulard and challies are peren
nially employed by persons who look
to economical and comfortable ques
tions, rather than to being in ad
vance of the mode.
The embroideries sewed on coarse"
linen by Austrian, Hungarian and
Roumanian peasants are greatly in
demand for the many bands and -
straps used for trimming both dresses
and tailored suits.
Xonsense Verses.
A bright boy, lour years old, has
au uncle wno teaches him "nonsense
verses," not unlike those with which
the late Edward Lear used to amuse
English children. The nephew went
to Sunday-school, and not long ago
his teacher was telling the'class about
the busy bees, and asked if any of
the children could tell her anything
concerning them.
"Waldo can," spoke up the Iiltlo
fellow.
"Well. Waldo, you may stand in
front and tell us what you know."
And Waldo, rising proudly, steamed
away with these lines: -
How doth tlic little busy bee
Delight to hark and hit".
To gather honey nil the day
Ami cat it up at night.
Trying to suppress a smile th?
luncher asked: "Did your molhsr
('fach you that':"
"So, my Uncle Arthur did."
Henry Wardell, a tailor, died in the
Royal Free Hospital, Grays Inn road,
it is supposed, from anthrax, i ha
cloth upon which he worked being
suggtstcd as Hie infection medium.