(From the Literary Digest.)
"This is not an inaugural," said Mr. Marconi on
October 17, after messages amounting to 10,000 words
had been sent back and forth across the Atlantic
by the system of wireless telegraphy, of which he
is the inventor; and he went on to remind the in
terviewer that the real opening took place two years
ago, when wireless telegrams—or aerograms, as the
London dispatches call them—were exchanged by
his system between the President and the King. The
Transatlantic service, however, was not opened for
commercial purposes until the middle of this month,
the interim being devoted by Mr. Marconi princi
pally to the perfecting of a more sensitive receiver.
So well has he succeeded, apparently, that during
the transmission of 10,000 words on the 17th not
one word had to be repeated. The service now
opened is between Port Morien, Glace Bay, Nova
Scotia, and Clifden, County Galway, Ireland. The
press rate is at present 5 cents a word, the commer
cial rate 10 cents,
cable has been laid," remarks the New York Ameri
can, "and it may be that the day is not far off when
from a single great Marconi central station some
thing like a world-wide telephone system will ra
diate, uniting the uttermost ends of the earth in
one great network of mysterious waves,
striking and really very important fact in connec
tion with the opening of the Marconi system to
commercial messages, says the New York Times,
is the great reduction in their cost as compared with
the cable rates that have so long prevailed. To
Probably the last long-distance
quote further: •
"For years there has been no advance in the
utility of the cables, as measured by lower rates.
To all appearances they were as incapable of im
provement as the Martian canals, and were man
aged with about as much reference to the needs
and wishes of the population of the earth. There
had been earlier in their history a notable series of
reductions, from $5 a word to 75 cents. At one
time rivalry for a while brought the commercial
charge to 10 cents a word. But with the adjust
ment of contending interests, the rate went up to
25 cents a word, and has remained there for nearly
a score of years."
A dispatch from Glace Bay to the New York Sun,
describing the first day's operations, says in part :
"Just as the party arrived the wires began to
crack and from inside the building great tongues
of flame about a foot in length began to dart. These
separated into dot-and-dash intervals and a
noise like deep bass organ notes fell on the ear. The
wires fairly hummed, so great was the potentiality.
The flames were of a white-bluish color..
"The key was the ordinary Morse kind and the
Continental code was used. The receiving is done
by means of a telephone receiver, which the operator
places on his head."
(By Syevia, in Good Housekeeping.)
Do not reprimand or punish the children late in
the day; never just before bedtime! Send them off
to their beds happy. Commend them for the good
they have done, forgetting, for the time at least,
anything that has been remiss in their conduct. Tell
them a story when there is time—there should al
ways be time—and let it be a bright cheerful one.
Kiss and tuck them in, leaving them happy, to the
sweet repose that is the inalienable right of child
If you ever heard a little child sighing and sob
bing in its sleep, you should never, never chide or
punish one again just before bedtime. Take any
other time than that. Seal their closing eyelids
with a kiss and a blessing. The time will come all
too soon, when they will lay their heads upon their
Let them, then, at least have
pillows, lacking both,
the memory of a happy childhood, of which no
future sorrow or trouble can rob them.
I well remember being reprimanded by my mother
several occasions, for some misdemeanor com
mitted early in the day, and being told to think over
conduct, with the promise that at bedtime she
I did think it over, you
would "settle with me.
may be sure, over and over again. The day seemed
interminable. I passed it with a heavy heart, unable
to join in the merry-making of my playmates be
cause of the impending "settlement,
of it hung over me like a pall, obscuring the bright
and beauty of what might otherwise have been
a happy day. Sometimes I tried to be unusually
obedient and good in the vain hope that the offense
might be condoned. How I hoped she would forget !
But did she? Never! The "settlement" was as
sure to come as the sun was to set. The punish
ment was duly administered; conscientiously, I do
not doubt, for my mother was old-fashioned enough
to accept Solomon's injunction literally, and lest
a child be spoiled, spared not the rod. Many a
time I went sobbing off to sleep—a troubled sleep
where orgies, gnomes and bad stepmothers vied
with one another in their attempts to torture and
make me miserable.
She meant it for my good ; but as I see it today,
she was wofully ignorant, sadly misguided, or may
be a little of both.
Patrick Henry's Oration.
(Lyndon Orr, in Munsey's.)
The most overwhelming of Patrick Henry's great
orations is that which he pronounced before the con
vention which met in St. John's church at Richmond,
March 23, 1775. Already the mutterings of war were
so distinct that Henry, instead of concealing the facts,
declared that war was even then on foot.
"We must fight !" he said. "An appeal to arms and
to the God of hosts is all that is left us !"
Curiously enough, even of this oration there is no
authentic record. Certain sentences, certain stirring
phrases, were remembered by many who were there ;
but the speech as we have it is almost surely a restor
ation by William Wirt, himself an eloquent and bril
liant orator. He supplied the gaps in what his in
formants repeated to him, piecing out their recollec
tions with his own vivid fancy. But the spirit of
Henry flames all through it, and to Henry may be
safely ascribed such burning sentences as these :
"I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided,
and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no
way of judging the future but by the past."
"Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause
of liberty, and in such a country as that which we
possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy
can send against us."
"Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no
"Is life so dear or peace so sweet, as to be pur
chased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid
it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others
may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give
me death !"
As in the case of all orators of the very first rank,
the physical impression made by Henry was as strong
as the intellectual. There exists a description of his
appearance while delivering this last great speech—
a description that came from one who was present
at the time. It tells how, when Henry rose and
claimed the floor, there was an "unearthly fire burn
ing in his eyes. He commenced somewhat calmly,
but his smothered excitement began more and more
to play upon his features and thrill in the tone of
his voice. The tendons of his neck stood out white
and rigid like whipcords. * * * Finally, his pale
face and glaring eyes became terrible to look upon."
The witness of the scene who gave this vivid picture
said that he himself "felt sick with excitement."
When the orator had finished his speech, "it seemed
as if a word from him would have led to any wild
explosion of violence. Men looked beside them
What is the matter
After a Political Meeting:
with you? You didn't open your mouth the whole
"On the contrary, I yawned every time you got
up to speak."—Trefnis.
Max—Hullo, Gustav, you look bad. Whats up?
Gustav—Working from morning till night is no
Max—I should think not. How long have you
been at it?
Gustav—I begin tomorrow morning.—Ulk.
Passer-by (to beggar)—I have given you five
pfennigs; you might at least say thank you.
Beggar—What? Me, a deaf and dumb man and
begin to speak for a paltry five pfennigs ?— Lustige
Wife—I really must have a new frock; autumn
is coming on, you know.
Husband—Well, where's the money to pay for it?
Wife—Oh, you needn't worry about that; the
dressmaker has promised to let me have an account.
Village Priest—What, Muller, are you going to
get a divorce from your wife? You will be the
first in the parish to separate.
Muller—Oh, but father, I shall marry again.—
"Do you really love me?"
"Can you doubt it? Tell me how I can prove it."
"Marry my aunt Laura. She's always nagging at
me, and that is the only way I can see of getting
her out of the house."—Zygniak.
Aunt—Jacques, do you know your alphabet?
Auntie—Well, what letter comes after A?
Jacques—All the others, auntie.— Nos Loisirs.
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