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the IDAHO REPUBLICAN KDIToK mWMD TBMO prBUHBID BT y— IDAHO PUBLISHING CO., LTD. BLAOKPOOT, IDAHO. BHtcrad B» the poatoOlce At mark fool. Idaho, M BeooDd-class mutter ■VmCBIPTtOH BATHS Year la Advanen. Year on Account. IMO £ i! SU ASTMT18INO RATBS ....I w 5 (ent* lib. Per Inch, per AMD ) Ready to Shoot. The other day seven-yearold Clar ence was seen climbing through the skylight with his father's shotgun clutched in his chubby fist. "Clearance, come here, sir!" shrieked the nurse. "Where are you going with that gun?" "You leave me alone," said the youiigster. "I'm after that stork what brought the baby to Tommy Brown's 'cause we don't want one of them bawling kids around here."— Brooklyn Life. Obvious. & vy I i • »■ ii fiul Mr. Squirtz—Good morning, Mr. Potts. Will 'ee come and 'ave a drink? Mr. Potts—Well—hie—ash a marrer fac'—I've—hie—'ed one already. An Ambition. "So," remarked the sultan of Moroc co, "that bandit wants to run the gov ernment! " "Yes," was the answer. "He says he's tired of being dishonest. Be sides, he thinks he can make graft pay better than brigandage." Would Show No Mercy. Hogan (calling on next door neigh bor)—I suppose ye've heard th' illi gant, classical music that's bln imy* natin' from me risidence for th' pasht wake or so? We got wan av thim me chanical pianny-players on thrile. Clancy (fiercely)—On thrile, It Is? Glory be! I only wisht I wor the judge!—Puck. Sauce. "The impudence of that young brother of mine!" exclaimed Mrs. Nagget. "He just told me I was no chicken when I married you." "Well," replied her unsympathetic husband, "that's true enough. You weren't a chicken, were you?" "No, I was a goose." Disgracing Herself. Mrs. Smartset—"For mercy's sake, don't let me hear you talk about books in society again!" Cultured Daughter—"Dear me! Why not?" Mrs. Smartset—"Strangers will think you have been a cash girl in a book store."—New York Weekly. No Children Permitted. She was tired and vexed. She had been wandering about all the morning looking for an apartment suite. "I know why they turned Adam and Eve out of Eden," she said. "Why?" "Because they had a rule that barred out children and dogs." His Hard Pate. rAy i £ "Yes'm. I wuz drove away from home when a mere child by the heartless cruelty of me stepmother." "Poor fellow! What did she do?" "She insisted on givin' me a bath every Saturday night." Usual Way. Newpop—"Our baby is awfully fond of me." Neighbors—"Oh, of course." Newpop—"Fact. Why, the little beg gar sleeps all day while I am down town and stays awake all night for the sole purpose of enjtj Ing my so ciety." In a Peck of Trouble. Paterson Pete—I dreamt last night dat I had a million dollars. Stacked Oates—Did yer enjoy It? Paterson Pete—Nit! I wuz sued fer breach uv promise, operated on fer appendicitis an' mentioned fer de vice presidency 'fore I'd even got it count ed.—Judge. IS ald£s -*2 c □ a? The Bear and the Monkey. A bear, wlui whom a Piedmontese Juined company to earn their bread, Essayed on half his legs to please The public, where his master led. With looks that boldly claimed applause. He asked the ape, "Sir, what think you ?" The ape was skilled In dancing laws, And answered, "It will never do." "You judge the matter wrong, my friend." Bruin rejoined: "You are not civil! Were these legs given for you to mend The ease and grace with which they swivel?" It chanced a pig was standing by; "Bravo? astonishing? encore!" Exclaimed the critic or ihe sty; "Such dancing we shall see no more!" Poor Bruin, when he heard the sentence, Began an inward calculation; Then, with u face that spoke repent ance, Expressed aloud his meditation; "When the sly monkey called me dunce, I entertained some slight misgiving: But Pig. thy praise has proved at once That dancing will not earn a living." Let every candidate for fame Rely upon this wholesome rule; Your work Is bad, if wise men blame; But worse, if lauded by a fool. —Thomas De Yrlarte. The Baby Turtle. Turtles, you know, lay their eggs In the sand and let the sun hatch them out. They do not lay them all in one place, probably because they think it safe to scatter them, though one be stolen or broken, the others may escape. The mother tur tle covers them all carefully up, one after another, with a thin sprinkling of sand, and then apparently never gives them another thought, consid ering her maternal duty done. Cer tain it is that she has never been dis covered going near these egg babies again, and when they hatch at last the tiny, soft-backed creatures at once be gin orawling aroud in search of flies and other food as independently as if there were no such thing as a mother In the world. A little girl who found one of these odd, oblong eggs on a sandy river bank in Louisiana took It home and put it in a teacup on the table for safekeeping. A few hours later a slight noise was noticed in that direction, and on looking in the cup she found a baby turtle, "full fledged," but tiny, scrambling about among the bits of its broken eggshell cradle. Then, even Can You Do This? Do you remember the story of how "Betsy" Ross folded a piece of paper e .x Z \ 2 i V Jt. A* <p? 4 9 s & and with one clip of the shears con vinced the committee from the conti nental congress that a star should be five-pointed Instead of six-pointed? There are two methods of arriving at the same result as did "Betsy," as the accompanying illustrations ex plain. One Millionaire. "He's a millionaire, that boy Is." The boy I was walking with looked across the way at the lad of whom my words were spoken. There was certainly nothing about the latter to suggest his wealth. "You don't say so! It can't really be so, he looks almost shabby." "No matter for that, I live in the same block, and I know. But I did not say that was worth a million of money.' ■Oh! The boy who was listening looked rather disappointed. Still, he was anxious to know what the other one might have, anyhow, so he asked, "What, then?" "He is what is called a 'millionaire of cheerfulness.' He is merry and bright the whole day long, not alone when all is sweetness and light, but when It isn't. He has such pluck and spirit, and such unfailing good na ture, that he must have a million to draw upon, though he pays no taxes upon his capital. You never see him scowling or hear him whining. So he scatters his fortune all about and is a blessing to the neighborhood. I wish there were more nllllionaires of cheerfulness. There might be, if everybody gathered up all the sun shine to be had and gave It out as royally as Rob, who goes whistling yonder." Then I went on, leaving Dick to wonder whether he were as rich as Rob, and if not, why not. A Bee's Eye. Did you ever look at a bee's eye through a very strong magnifying glass. It Is made up of lots of little eyes massed together. And yet the eye as a whole is so small that it seems in credible that it has these thousands of little parts, each one complete in itself! This sort of eye is very use ful. for as the little eyes face in every direction the bee can see above and below and behind as well as in front and sideways as people do.—Detr/it Free Press. Tree That Commits Murder. The Cupey is one of the most curi ous trees in the West Indian islands. The seeds are borne on the wings of the wind, and deposited on the branches of other trees, when they burst into roots, which are dropped towards the ground all around the "nurse" tree. In time these roots reach the ground and strike into the soil. From this moment the roots grow stronger and stronger, until ** r 9.» • m i Cupey Tree, they resemble a lot of rope ladders thrown over the tree. Next, the para site sends down, a great cord, which twines round the trunk of the sup porting tree, at first as though in lov ing embrace, but it grows tighter and tighter, benefactor out of existence. "nurse" tree, thus killed, rots to de cay, and from the immense fibrous roots of the destroyer now springs a great trunk, which rises high into the air. The cord-like roots rise often to fifty or sixty feet in height.—Pear son's Weekly. eventually strangling its The Conundrums. When may a chair be said to dis like you? When it cannot bear you. What never asks questions, but re quires frequent answers? bell. A door How would securely hitching a horse affect his speed? It would make him fast. What is that which is full of holes, but yet holds? A sponge. What small animal is turned into a large one by taking away part of its name? A fox. The Sparrow Hawk. The sparrow hawk family lives both in North and South America, but it is subdivided in five sub-families or spe cies. It preys upon mice and snakes, and also on small birds. It will perch for hours on some tall tree, perfectly motionless, waiting for prey. It al ways builds its nest in a hollow tree, and its five or seven dark, cream-col ored eggs are,nearly round. It is a very useful bird, because it rids farm ers of grasshoppers and other small Insects that are harmful to trees and crops. Game of Turtle. Here's a game for boys and girls who have good, strong muscles. It is called "Turtle." Any number may play, and no one player is "It," for all are "It" togeth er. The game begins by each choos ing the kind of turtle he Intends to be. One perhaps Is a land tortoise, another a snapper, another a mud turtle, and so on. Then they all sit in a row resting their chins on their PIANO MADE WITH PINS. Have you ever thought that you would like to have a piano all your own? Well, you can make one, but it will be a pin piano. Get a piece of soft wood, pine is best, nine or ten inches long, and half an inch thick. It may be of any width over two inches. Now get a lot of ordinary pins of different lengths, if possible. Draw a line down the center of the piece of wood from one end to the other and drive the pins in the wood along this line, being careful to have them about a quarter of an inch apart. Drive some of the smaller pins deep Into the wood, but drive the larger ones only deep enough to have them fixed firmly In place, having all at ? M illiililiMiiilili.l l lilli The Pin Plano. When you have different heights, finished the pins will look like those in the picture, stuck In the board In a haphazard manner, some of them standing a long way out of the board and some burled almost to their heads. Now your pin piano is complete and ready to be played on. Take a large, strong pin and with It pick one of the pins in the board. It will give out a musical note. Draw your pick-pin along the whole row In the | knees, and each holding his left ankle given signal the turtles start for a goal a short distance away, with his right hand, and his right an kle with his left hand, very difficult position to keep. At a This is a It is the object of the game tor the turtles to waddle to the goal and Dack to the starting point without re moving their hands from their feet Many let go before the proper mo ment, the others shout "dead turtle," and keep on, leaving their unfortu nate companion in the background. The rules of the game demand that he wait there until the first successful racer reaches him on his way back, and touches him with his elbow, by which he is supposed to instill new life into the poor dead turtle. Th# latter immediately starts out again, and finishes in the best style he can. As there are always several dead tur tles, he is never lonely in his effort to succeed. The winner is, of course, the one who returns to the starting place first. Hidden Telegrams. In this game you are to imagine you have a distant friend with whom you have an understanding about an expected message. It might be that there are two or three contestants The for a certain prize of honor, name of one might be Jenkins, that of another Harrison, and that of the Suppose Jenkins Is third Sheldon, the successful contestant, and that you wish to telegraph to your friend simply the name of Jenkins. How ever, you wish to conceal the message as much as possible, so that the un derstanding is that the first letters of the words you telegraph will spell the name. With this explanation each player sets to work to write a clever sen tence in which the first letters will spell Jenkins, may get sentences like these: Judge Engles never knew I noticed Sally. Julia's elbow next knocked Irish Norah silly. Jack expects no kiss In Nova Sco The various players tla. Jam eating nearly killed Ikey Na than Saturday. It is impossible that there will be any two alike, and the game is to see who can write the cleverest. The telegrams are read aloud, and the players vote to see whose is best. Flowering Ice Cream. Line a clean flowerpot having a two and one-half inch diameter at top % with paraffine paper, fill with Ice cream and sprinkle with grated vanil la chocolate to represent earth. Wash well the stems of a few daisies and insert them in the center of the cream. Lay one or two daisies in the saucer. board, and you will find that each one will give out a different note; that is, if you have been careful to have them all of different heights above the board. It is a very simple matter to pick out a tune by touching in order the pins which form the notes of the tune, and as you grow used to the notes the pins give when touched, you may easily learn to play a num ber of tunes. After this you can make another and better pin piano which will al most play itself. First drive a pin into the board to represent the second note. If that note be higher than the first, drive the pin deeper into the board until, when you touch it, it gives out exactly the right sound. If the second note of the tune be lower than the first note, do not drive the pin Into the board as deeply as the first pin, for the longer the pin above the board, the lower the note It will give. Go all through the tune In this way, driving a pin just deep enough to reproduce each successive note of the tune. When you have finished, all you have to do is to draw your pick along the row and your pin piano will reel off the tune to the very last note, or the last pin. * * & ; fe QiLJpn TEBD fS 4 By Earl M. Pratt, Oak Park, Illinois. Systematic fore Does the devil enjoy seeing us make mistakes? thought is an enemy of mistakes. Amos R. Wells tells the following in the Young People's Weekly: There was sold not long ago in New York city what is probably the most expensive land ever sold anywhere; certainly the most expensive ever sold in New York. It was a tiny strip of land, and, in its widest part, it measured only seven-eighths of an inch. It was forty feet long. It contained, in all, only seventeen and a half square inches. It couldn't be seen on the map except with a microscope. Yet it was undoubtedly there, lay alongside an expensive plot of ground that was to be used for a dwelling. By some error in calcula tion it had not been included in the purchase, and it had to be bought. "Why must,it be bought?" you ask. "No one could do anything with so small a piece of land." "Indeed, you are wrong. An .evil minded man could do much mischief with it. That seventeen and a half square inches, you must remember, reaches up into the air as high as the sky. He could raise on it an iron plate that would cut off air and light and view from the forty feet on both sides of it, and utterly ruin the finest houses that might be built there. Just such abominable things have been done. So the land had to be bought. Fifty dollars was the price decided upon as fair, and it was promptly paid. That was at the rate of $2.86 a square inch. At this rate the average city It The Hand of Death Softly she slept In the night—her new born babe at her breast, With a tiny dimpling hand to the yield ing bosom pressed— As I rose from her side to go—though sore was my heart to stay— To the case of the laboring ewes that else would have died ere day. Banking the peats on the hearth, I reached from the rafter-hook The lanthorn and kindled the flame, and, taking my plaid and crook, I lifted the latch, and turned once more to see If she slept; And looked on the slumber of peace; then into the night I stepped— Into the swirling dark of the driving, blinding sleet, And a world that seemed to sway and slip from under my feet. As if rocked by the wind that swept the roaring, starless night, Yet fumed in a fury vain at my lan thorn's shielded light. Clean-drenched in the first wild gust, I battled across the garth, passed through the clashing gate— the light of the glowing hearth And the peace of love in my breast the craven voices to quell— As I set my teeth to the wind and turn ed to the open fell. And Over the tussocks of bent I strove till I reached the fold, My brow like ice. numbed that they scarce could hold My staff or loosen the pen; but I heard a lamb's weak cries the gleam of my lanthorn lit the night of its new-born eyes. and my hands so As Name of Famous Street The busy thoroughfare which we know as "Piccadilly" Is far removed from anything rural as It is possible to imagine, and It can hardly be real ized that there was a time when mere ly one or two houses stood on what is now one of the finest and richest of the world's streets, says the Liver pool Post. The name "Piccadilly" ap pears to be derived from the ruffs, pickadils or piccadilloes, worn by the gallants of the time of James I. and Charles I., the stiffening points of which resembled spear heads, or picardills, a minutive of "pica," from the Spanish and Italian. Blount, in his Glossographia (1656), interprets It the edge or skirt of a garment, and a stiff collar or band for the neck and shoulders, whence the wooden piccadilloes (the pillory) in Thus the finest house as Hudlbras. built In the road may have been so named "from its being the utmost or . Take Chance of Suicide R. H. Plant, a Macon (Ga.) banker who wrecked his health and his busi ness by overwork, finally settled mat ters with his numerous creditors by committing suicide, the insurance on his life aggregating $1,015,000. A dis patch says that the bitter feeling against him on the part of the pub lic has subsided since his death, but It is safe to say that the insurance companies do not share in this sym pathetic forgiveness. However, insurance companies that take such great risks on a single life necessarily have to consider the possi bility of suicide. Life Insurance re verses the old injunction of the law. The seller, not the buyer, must be ware, and singularly enough the ten dency Is toward the elimination of all restriction on the conduct of the in sured. |! lot. 25x100 feet, would cost Hie tre mentions sum of $1,029,600. Rather costly dirt. Two years ago a little, triangular bit of land was sold in New York for $200„ which was at the rate of $500 a square foot. of $3.47 a square inch. This, how* ever, was not really as expensive land as the piece I have been deacribiartc because it was larger—a man ^[ould stand upon it—and it was in % busi ness section, and so was actually more valuable. My purpose in relating these real estate transactions is to warn who ever may be reading this against leav ing any strip of territory in the city of his soul to be occupied by the Evil One. "This fault is so very slight. This sin is such a little one. It really is microscopic. It isn't worth bothering about." Listen! There isn't in all New York city a. business man half as shrewd as your adversary, the devil. Let. sin have any territory in the city of your soul, though it be a strip less than an inch wide, and he will build on it a struc ture that will shut out your pure air and your cheery sunshine and your view of heaven. Buy him out! Buy him out.! It may take all you can raise of resolution and strength and courage and persistence. But remember, you can draw on the bank of heaven. There are endless resources up above. At any rate—a million for a square inch, if necessary—buy him out! Yoil must own all the land in the etty of your soul. Sorely I labored, and watched each young lamb struggle lor breath, Fighting till dawn for my flock with the ancient shepherd—Death; And glad was my heart when at last the stackyard again I crossed. And thought of the strife well o'er with never a yeanling lost. But ere I came to the door of my home, drawing wearily nigh, I heard with a boding heart a feeble, querulous cry, Like a motherless yeanling's bleat; andt I stood in the dawn's gray light. Afraid of I knew not what, sore spent with the toil of the night. Then, setting a quaking hand to the latch. I opened the door; And. shaking the cold from my heart, I stumbled across the floor Unto the bed where she lay, calm-bos omed. in dreamless rest; And the wailing baby clutched in vain at the lifeless breast. I looked on the cold, white face; then. sank with a cry by the bed, And thought how the hand of Deatls had stricken my whole joy dead— My flock, my world and my heart—with my love, at a single blow; And I cried: "I, too, will die!" and it seemed that life ebbed low. And that Death drew very near, when I felt the touch on my cheek Of a little warm hand outthrust, and X heard that wailing weak. And, knowing that not for me yet was rest from love and strife. I caught the babe to my breast an a looked in the eyes of life. —Wilfrid Wilson Gibson in London Spectator. it skirt house of the suburbs that way." Others say the name is taken from the fact that "one Higgins who built it (the house) got most of his estate from the sale of piccadillas," hut th© name occurs many years earlier than, the mention of the first house, thus Gerard, in his Herbal (1596), states that "the small wild bee-glosse growes upon the drie-ditch bankes about Pickadilla." The road is re ferred to in Stow's narrative of Sir Thomas Wyatt's rebellion in 1554 the highway on the hill over against St. James'," and in Aggas' map (1560) it is lettered "The way to Redinge." The upper part of the Haymarket and the fields adjoining to the north and west were the "Pick adilly" of the Restoration. Evelyn quotes the commissioners' orders, July 13, 1662, to pave "the Baymar et about Pigudello," and tradesmen's tokens of that date bear "Pickadilla" and "Pickadilly." as The possibility of suicide is care fully considered when the policy is is sued, and the companies take no risks, unless there is the strongest of presumptions that the inusurance is not desired for the purposes to which Mr. Plant devoted them. Nevertheless, Instances of suicide for insurance money are by no means uncommon. Not long ago another southern business man who found himself financially embarrassed went to St. Louis, bought $50,000 in twent four accident policies, leaped from the train on the way home and was killed. The policies had to he paid. Suicide Is part of the risk of life insurance, and the companies make no mistake in assuming that, in a general way, the desire to live is in finitely stronger than the desire to pay debts or provide for the support of a famii?