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| MISSISSIP1
I Trying Times on P
f Under
d
High water time in the Mississippi
val'ey is one of fear and danger to
all that live in the lowlands along the
river from Cairo to the gulf stretch,
says the New York Evening Post.
The fight against the waters of the
Mississippi, which is never ended, is
the fight of all those who have built
their towns and homes, and planted
their fields for hundreds of miles
along its banks. "The levee's got to
hold" is the slogan of every one, and
the task of strengthening it calls out
every man in the bottoms. Armed
guards patrol the river. To tamper
with the levee is to be shot, with no
questions asked afterward. High water
talk is the one subject of every
one. As the saying goes, it's "come
hell and high water."
For the terrible loss caused by a
break in the levees is too eat to suffer
from, except after the most desperate
fight to stem the waters.
Watching the fevees is a watch to
save life itself. A single stream?
starting perhaps by a crawfish hole
?may get to considerable proportions
without detection; may grow
with the rush of water behind it, until
the crevasse can not be held. Then
comes the flooding of farms and the
killing of live stock, and the lowlands
become a desolate flooded plain,
the river changed to a flowing sheet
of water sixty miles in width. Hundreds
of thousands are driven from
their homes, and return when the
waters have receded, perhap3 to find
that their houses have been carried
away, too. Planting is almost impossible.
"High water's coming," is a
warning to all.
People who have seen only rivers
such as the Hudson, or other streams
with faster currents, but held in by
firm banks, can have no idea of the
turbulence of the mighty Mississippi
when the spring floods are upon her.
It may give some idea of the stream
to say that the waters from middle
Pennsylvania, Lake Winnipeg, and
Montana meet together more than a
thousand miles to the southward, to
swell the flood and perhaps to overwhelm
an Arkansas plantation. The
watersheds of twenty-seven states
contribute to the Mississippi's stream.
Time of the Spring Flood*.
Small wonder is it that when the
spring thaw comes, the snow melts,
and the water comes out of the
ground the river's stage rises, often
to the danger mark; maybe it
passes It and overflows or DreaKs me
banks, as It has done this week. Before
the turbulence of that river in
flood time the efforts of man to hold
its current In narrower banks for
nearly one thbusand miles by protecting
levees seem well night hopeless
indeed.
Thousands of men are working desperately
now, from Cairo down to a
point below New Orleans, in the hope
of holding the levees. It Is heartbreaking
work to fight against the
water, whose efforts are ceaseless; It
never retreats, but must be forced
back. News of the river stages from
above is hailed as news from the
front In time of war. "Forty-four
feet at Memphis, and the government
forecaster aays that the crest of the
flood is not yet reached"?this reads
almost like tidings of disaster to the
planter In the lowlands in Arkansas
and around Greenville.
The common danger makes friends
of all who must help, lest all be lost.
The planter hurrying from his home,
where he has left his wife and children
camping in the upper stories of
the house, to the levee, where he will
work with blistered hands at piling
sacks and shoveling dirt, by the side
of a laborer, meets some one on the
road.
"How's the water?"
"Forty-three feet at Memphis and
the river's rising."
"We'll hold her this time "
And the two pass on. These people
of the Mississippi lowlands are
florKt acrnlrvQt thp
piucny in uien iiqiiv ?
mighty river. They are always confident
that sooner or later the fight
will end, and those men who have
wrested this land from the river, will
hold It secure for their own.
Scenes at High Water Time.
High water time is one of the most
interesting sights that the Mississippi
offers. Boats bring in to protected
towns loads of refugees from plantations
which are outside of levee
protecton. Negroes leave their cabins
on rafts, and float out chickens,
hogs, mules, and all sorts of plunder.
They crowd upon the levees
waiting for a boat to take them off.
Planters se^d their stock away to
safer pasturage, if they are able. The
river swarms with craft. Men are
brought to the levee in special trains
Tor emergency wore; lumuer is snipped
to build bulkheads and prevent
the caving away of the dirt. Trains
bring in thousands of sacks to be filled
with earth and raise the top of
the levee above the flood. Steamboats
carry lumber, wheelbarrows,
skiffs, sacks and materials of every
kind up and down the river to threatened
places. Every one must do his
utmost in this time of high water.
It is almost a time of martial law.
The danger is too great to allow the
ordinary force to the local authorities
to suffice for the protection of the
levee. Up and down the bank of dirl
which must be held, walk armed
guards, sworn in as the levee patrol.
Their horses are hitched at a tree
behind the bank, saddled and ready.
Day and night these men patrol up
and down, their rifle." unslung. Perhaps
one man will guard a half mile
of levee?rarely more: and when
there is danger of some one cutting
the bank they are posted every two
hundred yards or less.
Standing on the levee by the side
a imnrrt the thin striD of earth,
perhaps only a few inches above the
crest of the stream, seems a pitifully
weak defense against the river floods.
A small boy might cut a small trough
>1 FLOODS. j
-? |
eople With Country j
Water. j
across the top and start the crevasse
> that would destroy property over
i miles of country. Again there have
been cases where men rowed across
and cut the levee on the other side,
i to save the bank on their own. A
> half doz*n strokes of the spade and
the da-.nage might be done, which
i none could stop. Timber thieves,
i too, might find it profitable to flood
i the swamps and steal the rafts there
while the owners were trying to save
; other property.
Because of all this, the armed
' Tuard shoots and shoots to kill. His
idea of his task is to make a job
for the coroner and not for the doctor.
It is enough to ask questions
afterward of the man jvho comes with
a spade to the levee.
Besides this danger there Is another
that the waves may begin to
overlap the top. Steamboat captains
are warned to keep away from the
snore wnen mey are swuuiue uk v>
down the river at full speed. A
guard will walk with watchful eye
along with a boat. If It threatens
the banks and comes within the prescribed
limit, he tries to pick off the
pilot These are not times for a shot
across the bows.
After the flood waters have been
In the river for some days, lapping
against the levee, water will begin
to seep through the earthen bank
on the land side. If the water that
comes through Is clear there need be
no fear, as that indicates that it is
only the seepage. But if it comes
through in a muddy flow, then there
must be a quick and effective efTort
to stop the leaking. A muddy flow
shows there is a break in the bank
and that the water is strong enough
to carry away material. Men and
mules and lumber and sacks of dirt
are rushed to the spot In the case
of a muddy flow there is only one
way to stop it, and that is by adding
material on the river side, to stop up
the holes at the point of Inflow.
The Break at Holly Buah.
Perhaps the efforts of the men will
be successful. But sometimes nature
and fate are against them. At
the Holly Bush crevasse in Arkansas
in 1903 thousands of men worked
night and day to strengthen the bank,
and managed to keep it just an inch
above the flood tide. Reports from
up the river indicated higher and
higher stages?the flood crest had
not passed. On March 15 the crest
passed Cairo, and the men near Holly
Bush knew that the next day would
be the crisis. The river was rising
at the rate of a foot a day. The next
day dawned with the weary men
fighting still to raise the bank?most
of them had been without sleep for
forty-eight hours. But with the early
day there came a high wind from
the east, and little waves began to
dash over the levee. It was the lasti
misfortune. Streams a few inches wide
began to make a small channel in
the top of the bank in dozens of
placeB. There was no hope now, and
the men abandoned their work at the
dangerous points, and waited for the
flood to sweep away In a few minutes j
their work of days, and to flood all
the lowlands behind. !
Then came the break. One hundred
feet of the ombankment snapped
with a roar and a terrific tor-1
rent rushed through. The break widened
to 6,000 feet and the swirling
yellow waters dashed through, carrying
destruction. They flooded the
town of Marlon, Ark., and inundated
two entire counties. The damage
from that break was two million of
dollars.
The Mississippi river in flood takes
everything with it. To watch the
endless procession which the swift
current carries by Is to see all the
properties of tragedies. The Mississippi
In flood is the despoller of homes.
Houses come floating down the
stream, outbuildings, furniture, and
myriads of smaller things, tossed by
the waves in the "runs" or sailing on
serenely in the broader stretches
Great trees go by. They are evidence
that the Mississippi has asserted Its
majesty somewhere and has cut a new
channel to please itself, eating away
bank, growth and all. Carcasses of
cows and horses and dogs float down
the stream, carrying a pair of buzzards,
those scavengers who have so
much work to do after the floods
have receded. It Is a terrible and a
melancholy sight.
The Lowlands In Flood.
For those people who dwell always
within sight of a hill or a rise of
ground, the terrlbleness of the flood
i waters in flat lands is hard to unt
derstand. After the levees have been
i broken, the waters spread over thousands
and thousands of acres, and
rafts are the only refuge of the peoi
pie and their stock. The suffering in
the towns is great, but it is in the.inundated
lowlands away from the
towns on the plantations, that one
finds the real tragedies.
The picture of the lower Mississippi
in flood time, and the desolation
i of the Inundated flats, has rarely been
better done anywhere. It was written
by one who was on a dispatch
boat in the great inundations of 1882.
i "Ascending on the left, a flood was
> pouring in through and over the le:
vees on the Chandler plantation, the
I most northern point in Point Coupee
parish. The water completely cov?
ered the place, although the levees
had given way, but a short time bei
fore. The stock had beeu gathered
* - * ...iiU
' in a large liuiuuiii, wui-i ? , vvimuui
( food, as we passed, the animals were
i huddled together waiting for a boat
' to tow them off. On the right-hand
? side of the river is Turnbull's Island,
and on it Is a plantation which for>
merly was pronounced one of the
most fertile in the state. The water
i has hitherto allowed it to go scot free
in usual floods, but now broad sheets
of water told us only where fields
were. The top of the protective le
vee could be seen here and there, but
nearly all of It was submerged.
Gloomy Tre?? In Water.
"The trees have put on a green foliage
since the water haa poured In,
and the woods look bright and fresh,
but this pleasant aspect to the eye Is
neutralized by the Interminable waste
of water. We pass mile after mile,
and It Is nothing but trees standing
up to their branches In water. A
water-turkey now and again rises and
flies ahead into the long avenue of
silence. A pirogue sometimes flits
frnm tho hushes nn Its WAV nut to the
Mississippi, but the sad-faced paddlers
never turn their heads to look
at our boat. The puffings of the boat
is music in this gloom, which affects
one most curiously. It is not the
gloom of deep forests or dark caverns,
but a peculiar kind of solemn
silence and impressive awe that holds
one to its recognition. We passed
two negro families on a raft tied up
in the willows this morning. They
were evidently of a well-to-do class, as
they had a supply of meal and three
or four hogs with them. Their rafts
were about twenty feet square, and
in front of an improvised shelter
earth had been placed on which they
built their Are * Thursday a
number were taken out of trees and
off cabin roofs, many yet remaining.
"One does not appreciate the sight
of earth until he has traveled through
a flood. At sea one does not expect
to look for it, but here, with fluttering
leaves, shadowy forest aisles,
housetops barely visible, it 1b expected.
A graveyard, if the mounds were
above water, would be appreciated.
The river here is known only because
there is an opening in the trees, and
that is all. It is in width, from Fort
Adams on the left bank on the Mississippi
to the bank of Rapides par
ish, a distance of about sixty miles.
This then is the gloom of the water
which comes up and floods the flat
lands. The story of suffering and loss
is told in figures of millions of dollars,
but that scarcely gets to the
heart of it. The negro squatters and
small farmers in out-lying districts,
who must save everything by themselves,
see nearly all they have carried
away, and must wait for the waters
to recede to start again, handicapped
for years. After the waters
come the pestilential mud and the
evidences of death. The buzzards
wheeling continually above the willow
trees in the bottoms tell much of
the story of what the Mississippi has
done in its flood tide."
THE WOMAN PAST FIFTY.
Men Who Say Her Greatest Intellec- i
tual Growth Comes Then.
Careful studies of the histories of
men and women, their growth and 1
development, extendng over a long
period of years, reveal some facts not i
recognized In the literature of the i
day, writes a physician in the Dietetic i
and Hygienic Gazette. A man and ]
woman, both college graduates, mar- i
ried at the age of 25 years. They
both possessed culture and training i
aDOve me average unu were m c?
cellent health. . i
During the first twenty-five years
of their married life he attained great i
eminence and did fine Intellectual i
work. Then he became a mental In- 1
valid and remained at a standstill, I
without any special cause. During 1
this time his wife had given all her <
attention and time to the care and 1
education of her children and domestic
duties, and while regarded as a
very strong woman stteemed not to I
have risen above the level of her sur- I
roundings.
Then suddenly she realized her 1
husband's decline and entered into the '
work which he was engaged in and 1
showed rare intellectual vigor and 1
power, and in a very short time attained
a reputation. This continued
until her death. Her husband, in the '
meantime, failed to keep up his pre- '
vious reputation and gradually de- '
clined, although he was not in illhealth.
His intellectual work was
over, but hen's began where he stop- '
ped and went on to great heights. 1
Thus in almost every community 1
there are women not recognized as
anything more than the average in
intellectual attainments and wisdom,
who mwlripnlv after KO vears of aee. '
broaden out Into strong, vigorous
thinkers and become great powers In 1
the community.
Joseph Cook said: "The most Intellectual
audiences I have ever ad- j
dressed were women past 50 years of
age. I have found them most appreciative
and critical, and when I have
asked for questions to bring out fur- 1
ther explanations of the subject their
wisdom has astonished me, as well as '
their clearness of knowledge and
breadth of judgment."
The late Frof. Shaler affirmed that,
all things being equal and with a degree
of average health, the real intellectual
growth of women Is more
rapid after 50 years of age and from
then on to 70 than In men.
Usually men at about 50 years of
age begin to decline in productive,
literary or constructive work. The
rest of life Is spent In gathering up
and perfecting work that has been
outlined before. In women it Is just
the opposite. Many men who live rationally
and carefully exhibit no halt
in intellectual growth until after 70.
The best work of life is done in the
last fifteen or twenty years.
in women 11 may ue siuu-u an u
rule, that their highest attainments
begin and go on after 50. The term
"grand old man" should more literally
include the woman, who is the
best illustration of all that is broad
and strong.
Paid to Be Boss.?"There's a certain
politician gallavantin' around the
country just now," said a dyed-inthe-wool
Taft man at the custom
house, "who reminds me of an old
negro who used to work for my
father. He's bound to be boss.
"Old Ike was given a job one day
by father cutting up some wood In
tVio varrt Dad cave Tka a ouar
ter to do It. Later in the day he
went out and found the old negro
sitting on a stick and directing the
work of another black, who was industriously
cutting and sawing.
" 'Why. Ike." remarked dad,' didn't
I nay you to do this work?'
"Yassuh. boss, yo' sho' did.'
"Well, why aren't you doing it?'
"I giv dis nigger 35 cents to do It.'
" 'Thirty-five cents? Why so
much?' asked father.
"Well. boss, it's dis a way: I reckon
it's wuf 10 cents ter be boss once in
a while."?Louisville Times.
,W _
Governor XOoo
Endorsed For The Preside
State Com
ITALY'S GIGANTIC TA8K.
II
Conquering Tripoli Like Filling Up 8]
Rat Hole With Water. a
I wonder If the Italian people have ai
any idea of the hopeless task that lies ^
before their arrav. I wonder if the u
people who have to pay for all this **
business of war and waste of ammu- ,r
nltlon out here have any conception P'
of the futility of it all, or of the enor- ?
mous sum of money they will have to
?o on paying1 every month without the *
least chance of getting a single centi- w
mo of It back.
The belated European newspapers tf
that occasionally reach me by devious ^
routes, give accounts, from time to 01
time, of glorious Italian victories, of s*
which I have never been able to find n<
any evidence here, though I am free
to go where I choose, writes Alan Ostler,
from Tripoli, to the Washington el
Star. Possibly these encouraging ac- 11
counts are credited in Italy. I cannot
otherwise understand why the cam!>aign
Is allowed to continue. rl
Even if they were true; even if the UI
Turkish forces were defeated with
heavy loss seven times a week; even
If every Turkish soldier in Tripoli 01
were shot or cut down by these irresistible,
valiant Italian warriors, who n'
jpeak so modestly of their mythical 'z
successes?even then, Italy would be A
no nearer occupying the province ol
Tripoli than she is today.
Here is the situation as it is at
present, and as it will most probably ?
jontinue until Italiy wearies of her la
:ostly enterprise: "
Could Occupy Other Posts. 01
As long as she is prepared to keep al
her warships ready for action and to 81
patrol the coast (a costly affair in itself),
Italy can be fairly secure against
the recapture of Tripoli, Horns and ni
Benghazi. She ought, with a little en- aI
terprise, to be able even to occupy *11
other important posts on the coast
line, and aided by naval gunfire, to "
hold them against the Turks and hl
Arabs. al
She also can advance into the deBert?if
she cares to pay the price. 'r
The price will be heavy. Every ad- tr
vancing column will have to be enor- ?
mously strong in cavalry and Infantry ^
and light artillery. The task of trans- **
porting heavy artillery across the sand ki
dunes is practically hopeless.
Every step Into the desert lengthens
the line of communication, which p<
cl
the columns must keep Intact at all ?
T
hazards and this means an enormous
Increase in the size of the army and
consequently in expenditure.
Food, ammunition, fodder and es- ^
pecially water must be sent daily from
the base, for the desert affords none ^
of these but the last, and in the case
r>f an irresistible advance of this kind
v<
the Arabs would effectively cut off the water
supply by filling up the wells
with sand. ,a
fr
Wherever the column halts for any
length of time It must intrench and
fortify, as at Aln Zara and it will be ^
harassed by bodies of Arab flying cavalry,
to attack which would, for a ^
slow-moving force, be like fighting the
wind.
Must Fight for Every Foot. r<
And such a column would be able
to dominate a district extending per- 111
haps a day's ride on either side; certainlv
not more. Now. from the fron- e1
tier of Tunis to the frontier of Egypt
is about forty or forty-five days' ride, 111
and Italy will have to fight for every c?
square foot of that area. c<
Even then matters would not he altogether
hopeless if defeat meant subjection
for the Arabs. But it does not.
I eannot too emphatically state my 111
conviction that no amount of Italian ai
victories would ever induce the Arabs
to submit. If Turkey were to make m
peace tomorrow the Arabs would go on w
fighting as long as Italy attempted to te
impose her government upon them.
They do not for a moment believe tl"
the Italian promises of prosperity, w
kindliness and just government. Such ei
promises have come too late. The ai
Aralts of Tripoli or, at all events, ?'
their leaders, do not believe that Itaty rc
has spent all the money that this cam- cc
paign is costing merely in order to sc
help them to wealth and happiness.
|jS&
drotv XV its on
mcy by South Carolina
rention.
Well, in supporting a successful
alian advance I have hitherto only
,ioken of the coast region. Save for
littoral fringe of oases between Zoura
and Tripoli, this district is about
s fertile as a stoneyard; and the vale
of the alleged phosphate mines in
le neighborhood of Zawai is exceedigly
problematical. By driving the
resent inhabitants out of it, at a
reat cost, as I have said, Italy might
BLin possession of this region. But it
HI cost her more to keep it than to
in It.
^outh of this coast strip lie the mounilns.
The Arabs, if unable to hold
le coast and plalnland, will fall back
i Gharlen and Yefreen, mountain
xongholds from which It would be
ext to impossible to dislodge them.
Could Hold Passes.
The first of the two mountain passi
that lead to Gharlen alone could
terally be held by 100 men against
000. Even without the mountain
itterles already stationed there, Ghaen
is practically impregnable, a nat-.
ral fortress.
What will the people of Italy say
thou train ? fnnthnld in the desert
aly to find that If they mean to hold
they must sweep the mountains of
?st after neat of armed and organed
raiders? In such a case the
rahs Intend to make their home In
te mountains and descend at will to
irry the plains.
Imagine what It would cost the
rltlsh taxpayer If Wales and Scot,nd
still were peopled by warlike
eebooters, whose favorite amuselent
was raiding the border country
id retreating to the hills whenever a
iperlor army was brought Into the
eld against them.
England would have either to exterilnate
those people or to maintain
rmles constantly in a state of war on
er borders. Think of the cost of pro cting
the Indian northwest frontier;
ie bills for the "little wars" England
as to wage against single tribes, such
i the Afrldls.
The prospect before Italy Is worse,
?r Italian troops are not accustomed
> desert and mountain warfare, as
ngland's Indian veterans are. Insed,
I do not hesitate to say that
ley show no aptitude for war of any
ind whatever.
Arab's United People.
Further, they are matched against
?ople united In arms and led by
ever men. The chief leaders of the
rlpolltan Arabs are educated men of
le new type.
The war began in October last year.
Ince then the continued success of
le Italian arms has given the Italian
my possession of one town and two
lllages and the Italian soldiers have
it yet advanced into the desert beind
the range of their great naval
jns. (Ain Zara Is their one inland
nd position, and is perhaps six miles
om the seashore).
I EN OF WONDERFUL MEMORY.
acaulay Knew "Paradise Lost" Backward
and Frontward.
Rabbis have been known who could
>peat the whole of the Hebrew
:riptures word for word. A French
arquls made a handbook of France
om memory, in which he described (
.'ery principal chateau in the king>m.
Cardinal Mezzefantl, "that
lonster of languages," as Byron
tiled him, could give offhand the ;
intents of entire dictionaries and
rammars.
A Roman priest used to amuse his
lends by a extraordinary feat of
lemory. Allowing them to designate
fiy line of an Italian poet, he would t
?gln with that line and recite a hun- <
red lines, either backward or for
ard, according to the wish of his lisners.
I
Experienced librarians will carry in
leir heads a list of titles of books,
ith the names of the authors and
fen the proper number of the books <
id their places on the shelves, to
i extent astonishing to the ordinary j
ader. Long practice gives this acimplishment,
but it Is of course the
>oner attained when the person pos- |
sses a naturally retentive memory. .
This faculty was downright genius
in Antony Magllabecchi, librarian of
the Grand Duke Cosmo III, of Florence.
For instance, if a priest wished
to compose a panegyric on a saint and
communicated his intention to Magllabecchi,
the librarian would immediately
inform him of any reference
to the saint of the part of the work
wherein it was to be found, and that
sometimes to the number of a hundred
writers.
Magllabecchi could tell not only
who had treated a -subject designedly
but also those who had touched upon
it incidentally in writing upon other
subjects. This' information was given
with the greatest exactness, naming
the author, the book, the words and
often the very number of'the page at
which the passage occurred.
Magllabecchi visited other libraries,
and his local memory was such that
he needed but to see and consult a
book but once in its place to fix everything
pertaining to it permanently
in his mind. One day, the story runs,
the Grand Duke sent for Magllabecchi
to ask whether there could be
procured for him a book that was decidedly
rare.
"No. your grace," answered the
librarian, "for there Is but one copy
in the world, and that is in the library
of the Grand Selgnor at Constantinople.
It is the seventh book on
the shelf on the right as one enters."
Prescott tells how Macaulay was
once caught tripping with reference
to a line in "Paradise Lost." In a
few days he turned up with the poem
In his hand, saying, as he offered it
to the gentleman who had caught
him, "I do not think that you will
catch me again as to the Paradise."
And they did not.
Dr. Addison Alexander of Princeton 1
Theological seminary, had a wonderful
memory. It was not only tenacious
of words, but of facts. For the '
amusement of young folks he would
sometimes say, "now, I am going to
talk without thinking." And he would
pour forth period after period of '
strange words and incongruous lm- 1
ages, harmonious and even rhythmical
in sound but wholly destitute of 1
sense.
If any one thinks this is an easy
feat, let him try to suspend his rea- '
son and give free rein to his fancy in 1
periods which shall be grammatically
correct and yet without meaning.
Another of his feats was to submit 1
himself to examination and tell oft- 1
hand where he was and what he was '
doing on any day of any year the examiner
chose to name.
His most wonderful feat was displayed
at the matriculation of a class
in the seminary. Forty or fifty stu- ]
dents presented themselves for admission.
Each handed his credentials
to the professors, who examined them,
and, If satisfactory, entered the student's
name and address in the register.
_
When the students had retired the
professors began bantering one another
as to which one should take the
register home and prepare from It an
alphabetical roll?an Irksome task.*
"There is no need to take the register
home," said Dr. Alexander, "I
will make out the roll for you."
Whereupon he took a sheet of paper
and, without referring .to the register,
wrote out in alphabetical order
the full names and addresses of the
students, which he heard only once,
when they were recorded.
What makes this still more wonderful
is the fact that the entire mass
of names and addresses must have
been present in the doctor's mind
while he was selecting each one in
its alphabetical order.?New York
Evening Sun.
The Recreant.
There was a Kansas City man present
who could make affidavit to this
story, but he won't. It happened
not so long ago, and Just why the
Kansas City man found himself In
the little Missouri town that had gone
dry by one vote and was about to
close its single saloon is neither here
nor there. He was there, all right,
and he declares that the following is
a irue account oi wnat iiappeiitu.
The Kansas City man, the town
marshal and one other were walking
up the main street when the Kansas
City man was suddenly seized with a
thirst.
"I'll show you the way to the
saloon, but I won't go with you,"
said the marshal.
"There's a bunch over there lamenting
the fact that the town's
going dry and I don't want to have to
make any pinches until I get a new
padlock for the calaboose door."
Within the saloon there was an air
of mingled sadness and hilarity.
Six of the brawniest "wets" were In
possession and the liquor was flowing
fast. The Kansas City man and his
friend accepted a general invitation.
Just then the town drunk came In.
"Where in thunder have you
been?" demanded.the largest of the
men before the bar.
"Fishln," replied the town drunk,
"Jist fishln."
"Where were you day before yes- *
terday when all this dry votln' was *
goln' on?"
The town disgrace hung his head. 1
"Flshin," he said sullenly. "Why, 1
I was jist flshin."
"Jist flshin, were you?" demanded
all six men at once. "Jist flshin,'
and this town going dry by one vote.
You might have tied that vote and
you were flshin'!"
Suddently, declares the Kansas City
man, there was an eruption of arms
and legs and the town drunk became
the center of a tornado-like mass of
humanity. Finally he managed to
roll through the door and took to his
heels.
"Flshin'!" scornfully exclaimed
that biggest man. "Him' flshin'
when the town was goln' dry!"?
Kansas City Journal.
Dignity of the Law.?"Now," said
the lawyer who was conducting the c
cross-examination, "I will ask you
whether you have ever been In Jail." .
"I have not," replied the witness.
"Have you ever been indicted by a f
grand jury?" f
"No."
"Have you ever been arrested?"
"No." a
"Have you ever run away with an- ''
other man'a wife?"
"I never have." a
"Have you ever cheated anybody
In a horse trade?"
"I never have had a horse." c
"Ah! You are evading my question, t
[ thought we should find you out .
sooner or later. You are excused."
?Chicago Record Herald. 1
'aj'T'+J'T'VW'w^X^ **}'TIA/'W^" '^ V"ww wV
MARIE (
Mother of First Toi
Tells H
By Ismay Dooly, In
"Ladles and gentlemen, before this
very Inspiring conference concludes I
want to Introduce to you the organiser
of the first tomato club for girls in
the world," was the dr&mtic statement
by Miss Virginia Moore of South
Carolina, whose clear womanly voice
has rung through the four walls of
nearly every little one-room school
house of rural Carolina as well as in
the bigger normal schools, and she
led from her chair the rather shrinking
figure of a girl, and presented the
little mother of the tomato clubs.
The occasion was one of the many
sub-conferences held under the conference
for education in the south in
Nashville, for this particular conference
hinged on the human Interest
theme of the girls' tomato clubs of
the country, as led by women who for
the past year have organized them in
every agricultural state in the union.
Miss Moore director of school improvement
work in South Carolina.
Dr. Bradford Knapp of the farm
demonstration department of the department
of agriculture, had made the
leading address and drawn brilliant
reports from the women of many
afo toe ha ho/4 crnna tA Q nnthpr mOAt.
Ing. It was growing- late; the group
were beginning to consult their watches
with the knowledge of other calls,
when "the mother of tomato clubs"
took the floor. She Is not near the
height w.omen claim as "medium."
She does not weigh a hundred pounds.
She looks scarcely 18, and when her
voice broke UDon the silence her introduction
commanded. It had the note of
weary womanhood blended with the
long accentuation children of the
country give the last word of their
sentences.
"Well, if Miss Moore thinks It will
do any good I'll tell my story," she
said. Before she had spoken Ave minutes
pencils slipped from nervous
Angers, note books were laid aside and
white tissue veils were drawn from
women's faces that they might see as
well as hear. Doctors of theology, university
presidents, editors of national
note lost themselves in emotional following
of the drama of rural life interpreted
by that heroine of the remnfnai
noono, In ivhlnh tVlooa HrflmO C
iiiuicoi OVCIIV *11 niMwit i>*vnv u.
centre the teacher of the rural school.
No 8tudiod Effect*.
There was no need for studied effects;
no eplgramatlc efforts; no play
to the emotions, but just the intensely
held thoughts and sentiments of the
speaker as she conscientiously related
facts of the homeliest problems which
can be converted Into the most beautiful
truths of life.
Her voice grew higher when lost in
her interest in the subject, two red
spots came on her cheeks under black,
deep set eyes and she appealed in her
tones when she brought her audience
with her over muddy roads and rocky
roads to the little barren schoolhouse
ar the court house In the rural center
where she fairly forced the girls of
that community to unite to form a tomato
club. They did not want to?-it
did not sound stylish, and she had to
reach out and verily drag their inter
rat in, as the circuit rider preacher
does when he faces an indifferent
flock.
"I am Marie Samuella Cromer," Miss
Cromer began.
And she thus told her story to jne:
"I had had much experience as a
country school teacher, my first teaching
done in a little school about four
miles from Abbeville, S. C. I was born
In the country. I live in the country;
[ know its lonesomeness and sleepy
spiritedness. I love the country and
the country people, and I made up my
mind I was going to do something for
the little girls of the country. I felt
sorry for them ; for school was all they
tiad to go to, and one could not always
be telling them of school and
keeping them in school to talk to
them. They needed something to keep
the thinking up when they went home,
ft was not bright at home; It wasn't
bright at school, and there was not
nueh Interest In going from one place
'o /-? H ai* on/1 Hot ura a o hnn oil
:here was to do.
" 'Marie Samuella Cromer,' I said
:o myself, 'what Is the use of your
hinking these things if you do not
lo something about it.' I had talked
>efore the teachers' institutes of the
:ounty, but it seemed to me that
here was so much about the school
ind so little about the home, and so
ittle to be brought from the school to
he home.
Chrysanthemum Club Suggested.
"I had taken charge of another
ichool, further out than the one I
lad been teaching in, because I
hought the people further out in
hat community needed more what I
night be able to do for them, little as
t was. Still, I had not found the point
>f interest. I talked about it to the
>ther teachers, and to the county sujerintendents,
and somebody suggested
hrysanthemum clubs for the girls.
3ut that did not seem practical
tnough.
"I spoke to Mr. Ira Williams, the
orn club director in our state, and
>e suggested a plan by which the
drls of the community should be
aught to make good cornbread and
nuffins. That was a venture, in a
'/ay; but I felt I had been something
if o Dunonoa taonklno1 or* h nnl OnH T
luestloned whether I could teach
hem how to cook good bread or muflns.
so I declined the bread proptsltlon.
"Finally, I said to Mr. Williams:
Why don't you start canning clubs
or the girls like you have corn clubs
or the boys?" His reply was:
About fifteen hundred people have
isked me that, but nobody has done
t.'
" 'Well, if it Is Just a matter of
omebody doing It, I'll do It."
"He laughed and doubted that I
ouia; DUl i naa always imenueu Keying
a canning outfit for myself, as I
Ike to work with tomatoes, and knew
here would be money in it. But, how
CROMER.
nato Club for Girls
er Story.
i Atlanta Constitution.
Iwaa I to start? Where was the money,
for the prises to come from? I knew
the girl* would not want to do the
work without some Inspiring object.
'The county superintendent, however,
was encouraging. He suggested
I begin with a tenth of an acre near
the schoolhouse where I was teaching
and then reach out in the county and
organise the girla I started, but I did
not seem to be able to get the Interest.
Some of the girls were scornful
about 'working with tomatoes,'
some of their parents thought the
teacher ought to stick to her job of
teaching school; and I saw I must
have money for prizes, so one day I
Just put on my best clothes and went
over to Aiken to see Mr. John D.
Rockefeller to ask him for the money.
He was out riding once; busy another
time (they said), and after a second
fruitless visit, I began to write
him notes. I don't think he ever got
any of them, because he never sent
me any money. The secretary wrote
polite notes for him.
"Then I wrote Mr. Thomas Hitch
cock of New York, who lives at Aiken.
I failed there, at first; but, God
bless Mr. Hitchcock?but I have not
come to that part yet.
Ashamed at Thought of Failure.
"And it looked to me for a while
as If I was losing out in my plan. But
J shamed myself at the thought of
failure and I determined to make one
grand effort I called a mass meeting
at the court house one night; I sent
word to everybody?men, women and
children?to come; that I had something
Important to tell them; and I
determined to offer a prise myself,
and that nothing less than a scholarship
to Wlnthrop college.
" 'You are crazy,' said the county
superintendent for he knew I had already
spent my money I saved in the
school Improvement work. 'Where
are you going to get the money?'
"I did not know when I offered the
prise, but I made the kind of speech
that got them all; I offered the
scholarship, and the result was the
girls got interested and the first club
was organized January, 1910.
"Then to every schoolhouse In the
county I planned to go; the clubs began
organizing, the one-tenth acres
everywhere doing their work, but
that prise money was not coming!
"I went liome one night feeling awful
sad and down-hearted. I was
hoarHlnff than oHth tha mnthar nf tha
superintendent, and after I had my
upper I felt I could not sit with the
others without sighing, and was about
to go, when the superintendent handed
me a letter. I remember every incident
of that night because it brotght
me to the realization of my scheme,
the success of the tomato club.
"I opened It and good, people, what
do you think It contained? The prize
money from Mr. Thomas Hitchcock!
Well, I could not tell them what had
happened. I threw up my hands; I
cried out with Joy; I just danced
around the table, and I cried and
laughed and said I am so happy!" and
as Miss Cromer rehearsed her Joys
with childish realism she stirred all
that was tender and sympathetic in
the group hearing her story;
"When the story of my tomato club
was told by Dr. Seaman Knapp to Mr.
Secretary Wilson the latter said: "I
will give S100 for prises out of my
own pocket' But there was no need
for that, for very soon afterwards
there was the movement of the tomato
clubs started everywhere, and
In August, Mr. O. B. Martin, who Is
the director of the farm demonstraton
work for the department of agriculture
in Carolina, announced that
for the merit and feasibility of my
plan I was appointed director In South
Carolina of the Olrls' Tomato clubs,
called now the Canning and Poultry
clube. Twenty-five thousand dollars
has been given by the general education
board for the work among girls,"
explained Miss Cromer.
Rockefeller Did Give Money.
"So, after all, Mr. Rockefeller did
give the money," somebody suggested
to Miss Cromer.
"What Mr. Rockefeller gives to
that board?It Is his money," and Miss
Cromer reproached herself bitterly.
"I will write him a note at once and
thank him." she said. "I have really
had very hard feelings toward him
for not sending me the money, for
that first pri^ie I wanted.
"Yes, the girl who won the prize for
the first clubs I organized went to
Winthrop college and is doing splendid
work there.
"Yes, it is true I have been asked
to go and tell the story of the work
I have tried to do in the country In
the church of which Dr. Brown of
the Union Theological seminary is
pastor in New York. I met him in
the conference for education in the
suuin. xuu kuuw iuus? yevpic uicm
are working It out They have got
the church worked up now, and if the
church gets Into thla work to wake
up Interest, and the school and the
home, then the boys and the girls and
the fathers and mothers can be made
to be Interested in the same things,
and the vital things which they have
not been waked about. It will be a
new?a blessed?life in the country.
All Dr. Walter Page said could happen
In the country was true when he
addressed the conference. It was good
and true, and I wish I could remember
It all to take back home!"
Who Started It.?A little fellow who
had just felt the hard side of the slipper
turned to his mother for consolation.
'
"Mother," he asked, "did grandpa
thrash father when he was a little
boy?"
"Yes," answered his mother, lmpresslvly.
"And did his father thrash him
when he was little?"
"Yea"
"And did his father thrash him?"
"Yea"
A noiiflA
way?"?McCall'a Magazine.

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