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Valley Forge Is Rich in Historil Associations. Whizzing Automobiles Now Bring Groups of Patriotic Sightseers to This Scene of the Revolution's Darkest Days. Philadelphia, Pa.-Through the love ly wooded hills and up and down the valleys which give the name of thai historic spot, Valley Forge, the scent of the darkest days of the Revolution, go rushing and whizzing nowadays the hourly automobiles bringing groups of patriotic tourists from all the coun. try What a change in the spot and in the people since that time when Wash. ington and his suffering heroes camped among these picturesque hills. What a gap between those foot sore, discouraged men and the pleas ure-seekers whirled in luxury through this great national park. For some eight miles the motor route circles about over the fine park roads, and on every side the natural charms of the beautiful scenery are enhanced by the hostoric associations. Many memorial tablets have been erected, marking where different divi sions of the army or various com manders were stationed. Here and there are log cabins, reproductions of the olden huts, and standing on the old sites. There are lines of the old entrenchments to trace, and much else of interest to a student of military affairs, but the automobile is toc swift for study of this sort. The Memorial chapel, unfortunately, does not lie on the route taken; it requires, and well deserves, a separate trip. One does, however, pass the old school house, built by Letitia Penn in 1703, which was occupied by the Con tinental army as a hospital during the winter of 1777-1778. The flag floats over it, and a group of budding citi zens, who ought to develop remark able loyalty educated in such a shrine of liberty, flock out for recess as the motor car passes. But the central point of the trip is, of course, Washington's headquarters. This plain old stone structure is a fine example of the sturdy buildings of Colonial times. In its simplicity and 'll Washington's Headquarters. strength it shames the flimsy work of modern contractors. The interior is very interesting. The two main rooms on the ground flour open from the wide paneled hall with ample small-paned windows. In both recep tion room and office the walls are adorned with portraits, and valuable relics in cases and in the old-fash. ioned chimney cupboard attract the eye. "Grandfather's clock ticks in the corner, and an old gun fills the open fireplace. Across an open passage through which sun and wind have full play, is a wing containing the quaint old kitchen. While this separation of the kitchen from the main body of the house has ome advantages, the modern housewife would certainly object to the unnecessary steps it occasions. And she would doubtless be at a loss to get a meal over the fireplace with its hanging hooks and pots. From the pump room adjoining the kitchen a steep flight of steps de scends to an underground passage, only lighted from an opening in the lawn above. The other end of the passage once communicated with the river and thus afforded a means of refuge and escape in case of surprise by the enemy. That end has been closed up, but the curious investigator can descend and walk along the damp, dark passage, with thoughts of tne dangerous days when such a se cret way was deemed necessary. The bedrooms 9n the floor above are very attractivd in their quaintness. They have been furnished by different chapters of the Daughters of the Revo lution with suitable antique furniture so they must look very much as they did in the hours when Washington re posed in the big "four-poster," or in the straight-backed chair by the fire place brooded over the perils of the country. On the third floor, to which one must climb with bended head if a bump is. to be avoided, the bedroom is as cozily old-fashioned as anything in the house. Much time might be profitably spent in looking over the maps, plans,, etc., which hang about the walls of the hall and the main rooms, but the in terest of the average tourist in such matters is soon glutted and he prefers to walk about the lawn and view the house from every side, or stroll down to the Schuylkill river in front of the headquarters and people the scene with the figures of Washington and his veterans. Mall Horse Holds Record. Portland, Ore.-F. J. Hogel, rural mail carrier, owns a mare that has traveled 14,000 miles in the employ of the government. ' WISDOM OF THE WIDOUI DON'T LET MAN KNOW IT IF YOL CATCH HIM IN A LIE. That Is Her Philosophic Advice, but I' Is Forgotten When Howard's Per fidy Is Revealed to Her by a Friend. "If you would keep the love of an) man, never let him know that yot have caught him in a lie," said the widow. "If you do, he never will for. give you. It will make him uncomfort able, and to his dying day a man holds a grudge against anybody that made him uncomfortable. There is nothing that so endears a woman to a man as a trustful absorption of' his choicest lies. Contrawise, there is nothing that so weakens her hold on his affections as an accusation of untruthfulness backed up with undisputed truth. "It is a pity all women cannot learn this. If they could, the divorce courts would get a chance to shut down every day on schedule time. I learned it. An aged woman who had had four hus, bands gave me a tip on that before I married, and I played it strong all the way through. I admit it was hard work. There came times when my com mon sense fairly shouted for vindi cation, when the pretended inability to see beyond my own 'ose and even to the end of it drove me to despera tion; but the simulated virtue paid in the long run. My husband lived and went to his reward sustained in an unfaltering faith in my stupidity. Consequently, he loved me to the end. "I am going to manage the next one the same way. Will there be an other? Oh, why, didn't you know? Well, yes, I am-to Howard Miller. Oh, it hasn't been definitely settled yet. Some time in May, I believe." The girl. in blue beamed upon the widow admiringly. "No doubt your philosophy is sound," she said, "but I never could live up to it. By the way, I sup pose you had a fine time going to the theater last week." "No," said the widow, "I didn't go at all. Howard was ill. He had to stay home from the office all last week. He wrote to me twice a day. Poor fellow ,he wasn't able to get out of the house." The girl in blue stared hard, then blinked rapidly. "Merciful goodness!" she gasped. "Oh, dear-if this isn't-what shall I do? I don't suppose I ought-yet, I must. See here, my dear," she said, with determination, "I've got to tell you something. I hate to do it, but it's my duty. Howard Miller-lied-to -you. Yes, lied. He may have been ill, but he wasn't too ill to get out of the house. Why, my dear, he-he went to the theater five times last week. My brother saw him there. Five times. Just think of it!" The widow grabbed her handker chief and gloves. "Let me out of here, quick,". she said. "Went to the theater five times in one week, did he? And yet he wasn't able to come to see me! O-o-oh, how dare he lie to me so! I'll show him! Just wait till I catch him, if I don't-" Tribe of Canoe Indians. The North Pacific coast Indians are a fishing people. The homes of the Haida tribe are largely among islands and the canoe is their chief means of transportation and in it much of their lives is spent. The- red cedars of Queen Charlotte's islands produce logs from which are made huge canes, sometimes from 45 to 60 feet in length. The Haida are master crafts men since there is no other type of dugout canoe so light, graceful and seaworthy as this one they construct. In Haida canoe building, the out side contour is first hewn and carved. Wooden pins are driven through the outer surface to indicate the varying thickness of the walls of the canoe, and the interior is dug out to the depths thus fixed. The spread of the beam is attained by steaming the wood. The canoe is partly filled with water into which red hot stones are dropped producing steam, which soft ens the wood. The sides are forced out by wedges which are afterward replaced by permanent seats. Beds of hot embers are kept near the can oes to dry the outer surface.-Amer ican Museum Journal. O, You Suburban Life! She was riding home in the subur ban hack and her whole conversa. tion had beeL in monotony of the country life in general and in Swarth more in particular. "I think," she told the man opposite, "that I shall have to do something exciting just to stir things up-I mean something real shocking." "Do," he smiled, encouragingly, "and my wife will give a bridge and ask all the women who will be' likely to discuss it." And the air became cooler.-Phila. delphia Times. Fig Tree That Doesn't Flourish. Despite the severe frost at the be ginning of April, which adversely af fected such a lot of vegetation, the fig tree (perhaps the most familiar specl men in London) behind the statue of Charles James Fox, in the garden of Bloomsbury Square, is showing a crop quite up to the average. The figs will, as usual, drop off at the immature stage at the end of July. This tree is about a century old, and it is said that not a solitary fig is ever bore has been known to ripen.-London Chron. icle. IS A FAMOUS JURIS1 Personal Characteristics of Johi Marshall Harlan. Venerable Kentuckian Who fRecentl) Celebrated the 78th Anniversary of His' Birth Has Had a Brilliant Career. Washington--The dissenting opin Ions which Justice Harlan, of the Su preme court, rendered in the constru ing of the Sherman law in the Stand ard Oil and Tobacco eases have brought this veteran jurist prominent ly before the public. The jutlice was 78 years old the other day and is still strong and rugged, with. every mental faculty unimpaired. He has been on the Supreme court more than a third of a century. During 33 years and 6 months he has absented himself from the bench less than 30 days. He was born in Boyle county, Kentucky, June 1, 1833. President Hayes appointed him November 29, 1877. Twenty years ago Justice Harlan purchased a half of a city block on a hill overlooking Washington, and there built a fine, old-fashioned, ram bling home of brick, with wide porches. When he took possession an unobstructed view of the city below and the absence of noise and the com motion of city life made the spot ideal for the home of a justice. Although he is in the midst of the city today, he manages to keep about the house the atmosphere of the coun try. The trees which he planted in the side, front and rear yards have grown to maturity. A great hedge circles the grounds, and in sph'- oi the evidences of the city on ail sides, the privacy of a country home is main tained. A southerner by birth and educa tion, Justice Harlan keeps about his home the hospitable southern atmos phere, A colored butler invites the visitor into a large reception hall. The walls are covered with portraits of jurists or makers of the constitution, Washington, Hamilton, Jefferson, Marshall and a score of the fathers of the republic. Here and there are scattered portraits of the Harlan fam ily. A life-size bust of Justice Harlan is in the hall. A winding, broad staircase leads to the study. The walls are completely covered with yellow and red-bound tomes. There are a few big, comfort able chairs and a large desk in the center. Here the Kentucky expounder of Blackstone does his real work and thinking. Here the opinions are writ ten. Justice Harlan is a big man phys ically. Over six feet in height, his figure is erect and his step is elastic. When he walks he leans a trifle for ward and takes long steps. His hair, the little that remains, is white. The top of his head is bald; there is a lit tle hair on each side. Hi head is un usually large, and is narrower at the front than the rear. His ears are big. When he smiles-which is often-the jurist emits a sort of chuckle and shows a few-very few-teeth. He is an inveterate tobacco chewer. He and Chief Justice White f-equently ex change "plugs." Justice Harlan rises early and breakfasts with his family. His sec retary meets him in the study at about 9 o'clock and takes the day's dicta tion. The judge boards a 14th street electric car between 10 and 11 in the morning. When the car reaches 14th and New York avenue a colored news. boy who has served him for years, hops on the car and gives him three or four of the morning papers. Without spectacles, Justice Harlan proceed's to read the day's news. When he reaches the Capitol-about three and a half miles from his home -he tosses the papers away. He lunches in his office and takes the home-bound car at about 4:30 in the afternoon. An hour's work in the study finishes the day's work, and if the weather is good, he spends the twilight on the porches about his house. He goes but little into society, save when his position demands it He attends the New York Avenue Presbyterian church. He may be fouhd any Sunday morning in the Sunday school room explaining to his class the day's Gospel. rTOO MUCH FOR FATHEI LIKES JIMMFY'S CLOTHING AL In BUT ROLLED TROUSERS. Young Man From College Could Pohi Out Plenty Like Them but His Dad Would Not Yield. When the very young man from col lege entered "dad's" study, in the net suit, the old gentleman, beginning a the rainbow-banded straw, continued his admiring inspection until he em countered the tops of the smartly-tied and saffron leathers. Then his brov darkened. "Stand off a bit there, Jimmie," he said, "where the light'll strike you ful 1 -there, by the window." "I like it well enough," said the olc man, "till it gets to the shoetops, bul there's where I weaken, Jimmie there's where I draw the line. You're to go out to lunch with me, yot know." "Yes," said Jimmie, "but what's thai got to do with it?" "Just this, my boy: The mornin paper says 'fair and warmer,' and I no tice you're ready for a splash througb the rain. I refer to that four-inch roll in your trousers. There's no chance to go wadin' in a branch today, and rain's out o' the question. Unroll your trousers, lad, and let 'em fall over your shoetops sensible. Down with 'em, Jimmie-'way down! You're to walk the streets with your dad today, and it's lunch time now." "Why, dad," said Jimmie, "these trousers are the style made by a tailor that knows his business. The tailor put that roll on 'em himself. You won't meet a boy in a mile of streets, who thinks anything of himself, dressed at all, but his trousers'll have that roll to 'em." "That's all right, Jimmie-but turn 'em down-turn 'em down!" As they emerged from the building, three young men entered. Jimmie nudged the old man. "There!" he said. "What did I tell you?" (Three pairs of 'loud," rolled trousers.) "Four more!" said Jimmie, keeping count, as they passed along. Three blocks and .49 pairs of rolled trousers were on Jimmie's side of the argument. "I reckon you've got a majority vote, Jimmie," the old man yielded. "Come in, and order what you want for lunch. But let 'em hang as they are till we get back, then roll 'em up pri vate, and go where you're a-mind to but I'll be dinged if you'll walk along the street with me looking like that!" During the meal the old man didn't have much to say. He appeared to be doing some thinking on the side. That night he said to Jimmie's mother: "Do you think you would have -pinned the violets on my coat that moonlight night long ago, at the gar den gate, whose latch clink was music to my soul, if I had appeared before you as Jimmie is parading around to day?" "There, now!" said Jimmie's me ther. "You're getting sentimental. I think it would have been all right, if you had looked as fine as Jimmie does to day." "Well! Didn't I?" "Yes, dear. Jimmie is just as tall as you were then, and has your eyes, and the very trick of your smile, and the winning ways that-" "Maybe so-but, thank heaven, they didn't wear trousers like that in those days!"-F. L. Stanton, in Atlanta Con stitution. How Relics Are Faked. A careful observer who has visited many of the world's great battlefields declares that the greater part of the mementoes, of which there seems to be an inexhaustible supply, are wholly spurious; but so well are they sim ulated that the average visitor is content. Pieces of shell are made by casting hollow spheres and cracking them with a sledge. The fragments are then treated to a bath of diluted nitric acid and allowed to gather rust in the open air. The appearance of verdigris is easily procured, when desired, by the use of copper in solution. The writer was shown several basketfuls of pieces of shell, all of which seem to be at least thirty or forty years old. The acid has slightly honeycombed the edges, and they looked exactly as if corroded by long burial beneath the soil. Such trifles as single bullets and minie balls are made with the greatest ease in an ordinary mould. they are dented with a small hammer and given the requisite discoloration by remaining for a few days in a buck. et of lime. The more elaborate relics, such as sword belts, spurs, pieces of harness, bayonets, canteens, and so on, are turned out by individual workmen, who make a good profit out of the business. Making the "Pipe" Last Longer. Many smokers have adulterated their own tobacco. Parr sprinkled his pipeful with salt to make it last longer. And it does. Parr, one of the most leisurely of smokers and longest of livers, made his salted pipe last an hour. There is faint crackling as the salt burns, but no difference in the taste. And it was Lamb who, disdaining adulterants, sat opposite and smoked in furious clouds. When Parr asked gently how he had attained this fierce dexterity, the reply was characteristically Lamb's: "Bu by t-toiling after it, sir, as s-some men t-toal after v-virtue!"-London Chro-. tole. WRITE TO DEFY AGE Missouri Song Author Gives Verse-Making as Recipe. Mrs. Hull Was Born In Missouri Sixty-Nine Years Ago-She Enjoys Composing Verses for Her Own Amusement. St. Louis, Mo.-Ponce De Leon did unwisely when he went floundering through the swamps of Florida in quest of the fountain of life, in which he hoped to renew his youth. To achieve enduring youth, freshness of mind in old age and serenity of tem per, he should have stayed in Spain and written poetry. Verse-making as an antidote to olc age is recommended by Mrs. Lizzie Chambers Hull of St. Louis, Who, 69 years young, defeated all competitors in Governor Hadley's contest for the words of a Missouri state song. Her stanzas, because of their clear sim plicity, historical sincerity and quiet depth of feeling, obtained a prize of $500 by unanimous accord of the judges. Contestants entered not only from every section of the United States, but from Canada, Australia and New Zealand. When Mrs. Hull was 1 years old, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow lec tured before her class on "Poesie." She was a pupil at Louis Agassiz's School for Young Women at Cam bridge, Mass., out of which grew Rad cliffe college. Oliver Wendell Holmes and Wendell Phillips were also lectur ers at the seminary, and among the Missouri girl's school companions were Longfellow's daughters, a daughter of Doctor Holmes a:,d Miss Emerson, a relative of Ralph Waldo Emerson. In this environment, she fell into the habit of writing verses, not as a profession, but as a diversion and recreation. Just as another girl, when wearied or lonely, would solace herself by playing the piano, or sing ing, or reading a book, so Miss Cham bers, as she then was, found comfort and society in putting her emotions and ideas into metrical form. She soon acquired the same facility in rhythmical composition which one by practice obtains in performing the Mrs. Lizzle Chambers Hull. scales of the piano or in making em broidery. During a two years' tour of Europe her muse found constant occasion foe exercise. The Alps, the lakes o: Switzerland, Italy, Holland, Scotland Ireland, England and France provide, subjects for her girlish effusions These verses have been lost, for she did not regard her productions as se rious work, but rather as play. After she returned to St. Louis at the beginning of the Civil war, she soon found need to draw upon hei every resource of consolation and comfoft. She married Edward B Hull, a d two weeks after the mar riage Te marched away to fight in the Confederate army. The desolate bride was left to her tears and the care of her husband's plantation in Pike county. But for her habit of verse-making, she says, she could not have endured the first few months of separation and dread as to her bridegroom's fate. Her swelling emotions demand. ed a vent. It has been the forgetfulness of self, the throwing off of cares, which Mrs. Hull attained through her making of verses, which has kept her, in her opinion, a young woman, although nearly 70 years old. Her enthusiasms are those of a girl: for instance, when she says: "I love Tennyson; I love him," and she is equally youthful when she exclaims: "I can't under stand Browning, and I'm free to admit it." Her step is brisk, her face slight ly touched by wrinkles, and her hair just growing gray. Her conversation is animated, and her opinions are maintained with the vigor of half her age. She still keeps her youthful preference for George Eliot, but has sent her a copy of "Marie Clire" in the original French, which she reads easily. Despite her winning of the prize state poem contest, Mrs. Hull earnest ly asserts that she is not a poet. "I am only a rhymster, not a poet," she declared emphatically, as she seat at her desk in her modest home. "I never presume to call myself a poet. I have too high an opinion of beauti ful poetry for that. I just liked to write verses as another woman might have liked embroidery. Her recipe for happy life of peren nial youth is contained in her brief formula, "Write verses and defy old age-" CATCH "JERSEY DEVIL' FISH DEALER 'FINDS CREATURE WITH HORSE'8 HEAD. Wonderful Creature With Queer Points. of Anatomy Is Found by Philadel phia Man is His Big Aqua rium. Philadelphia, Pa.-After a prolonged! retirement from public life, the "Jer sey Devil" has appeared again. This time the fearsome beast is in captiv ity in this city, however, and as it is only two inches long, it is not much to, be feared. Louis Hirsch, a dealer in gold fish at 1823 East Wishart street, discovered the strange creature in his big aquarium and since that time all the neighborhood scientists have ex amined it and gone away dum founded. The creature is two inches long, with a head like a horse and a tail like a tadpole. On each side of the head are three horns. There are four legs, each with five nails on them. The toes are separated more like fingers, with one that would represent the thumb apart from the other four. The color of the creature is drab, with speckles of darker tone, and the stom ach is yellow as gold. As there are between 4,000 and 5,000 fish in the aquarium in Hirsch's yard, he did not notice the monstrosity until he clean ed the aquarium out the other day. Then, on the bottom of the tank, he found the Jersey devil, sitting on its haunches and regarding him placidly. The appearance of the object was so startling, said Hirsch, that if it had been larger it would have frightened him. He did not know whether it was a fish or an amphibious beast, but he did know that he had something rare, and he is guarding it jealously. Hirsch believes the devil eats fish, for it has shown little interest in flies and bugs that he had offered it. He has put it in a small aquarium with some gold fish to see what happens. If the gold fish disappear he will know they are in the devil's little gold-plated stomach. The Jersey devil, that first appeared in Gloucester several years ago, and then was seen in practically every city and town within a radius of 50 miles, was described as a beast the size of a large dog and having wings. Excepting the wings, the creature found in Hirsch's aquarium fits in every description the description of the Jersey devil as given by eye wit nesses of that awe-inspiring beast's visits. It has not barked yet, but maybe that is because of its extreme youth. NOW A SCHOOL OF COURTSHIP Chicago College Professor Favors Sci entific Instruction in the "Art of Spooning." Chicago.-At last it is here-the per fectly scientific courtship. It is the plan of Prof. Robert E. Blount of the Waller High school of Oak Park, who first proposed it at a conference of tne Child Welfare exhibit. "I believe," said Professor Blount, in advocating the "kissing colleges" in which the "art of spooning" is to be taught, "that there should be a proper course of instruction, preparing chil dren for married life. This instruction should begin in infancy and continue through life and youth. "Courtship should not be left to chance and the unguided impulses of youth," said Professor Blount. "Nor is the guardian's duty done when he has impressed the importance of the proprieties on his charges. To this negative instruction must be added positive counsel and training. "Sweethearts need to be alone to gether. Their love grows with expres sion. They ought to have opportunity for their endearments. But they should be carefully taught the differ ence between affection and passion. "Courtship is too important a factor in life to be dwarfed by undue espion age. Young people must be prepared for it by proper training, and then, only after adequate instruction, should they be provided opportunity for pri vate meeting." AUTOMOBILE A BLIND TIGER North Carolinan Puts Up the Newest Method for Carrying Drinks to His Thirsty Friends. Salisbury, N. C.-It has remained for a North Carolina man to introduce something new in what is known as "blind tiger" saloons. There have been boot-leggers, who carry corn whisky in their boots; those who han. dle it in suitcases; those who mas querade as druggists, and others who sell strong drink as cider, vinegar, etc., but now John Ludwig, lately elected an alderman of this town, has been arrested, charged with using an automobile as a traveling "tiger." He was arrested in Mooresville, I-r. dell county, N. C. The police there had been told that a Salisburg man would bring a quantity of whisky in an automobile. They kept on the watch, hiding in the woods, and were there when the automobile arrived. As they rushed up the two men in the automobile tried to get away, but failed. They threw pint bottles of whisky right and left as they went, but before they had gone far they were captured and 72 pint bottles of liquor confiscated. A box had been arranged in the rear of the automobile in which the whisky was neatly packed. For years more whisky was made in Salisbury Wan in any other town in the state.