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Ctnboiicitt* Sentinel.
HOW TO WRITE A BURLESQUE.
If you want to write a musical burlesque,
The recipes you never must ignore.
You needn't be amusing or grotesque.
Per contra, you should never fail to bore.
You needn't care a jot tor the nature of the
plot— .
Coherency may run the boobing dry—
But you certainly will fail if your idiotic tale
't introduce a nigger lullaby.
You must inalto a naughty reference now and
then
To the funny little things they do in France,
And, if failar: to e::pre.- is with your n n.
You can illustrate your meaning with a
dance,
While no matter what your story, you must
mouth about the glory
Of the soldi, r cr the sailor far r.wfty.
Like a strip;,ling of a Kipling or line Tommy
when he's tippling,
You are hound to write a patriotic lay.
Then you introduce a broicr or a Jew,
A soldier must be pitted with a snob,
And the Mir. ie heroine must woo
In a song that is si-.ppo.-i -d to nt.slce you sob.
If y ou " .••• -t • ::o at homo, in the second you
must roam
To l.;. 1 continent, to In-Vn c r Jaoan.
And of late the dolly ditty is considered rather
pretty.
For it's well to ho domestic—■when you can.
Yen U""dn'f bo rarticnirr with rhymes.
"ZI.i" and "fur" are jittgied by the
throng,
Whi!:- "love" rad "move"—how many, many
tit.:.'-i—
Are cor.plod in the srntimental rong.
A luvS'i lot < f irucLs (taut ui-piuy the wear
er's iekn)
J:-- 1 :•■■■• t:-v r possibly bo missed.
Wir.b , : r. *ts will iso bright if tliorisky
, ; : a.!;: n. ;:.f
Sees your "esate ly" most vigorously hissed.
—J. Xu. Barrie in Sketch.
A HEROIC ACT.
Cue lino cr.*y:::" in December I pulled
off iu t' e 11 a.drg company's smart giy
to the 2. C"d ;ou tramp steamer Corona,
then reding on the long Atlantic- svre-Il
just oi .. ly the breakwater of Las Pal
mas In.:Lev, Grand Canary. As tlia
white gift Hashed throng!) tho clear
pm>>: v.. r r there was ample opportun
ity to ha tho vessel, ami her appear
ance was by no means pleasing. With
her full Lows, square quarters, huge up
right funnel and rusty sides, she was
not aa attractive object as, loach d down
to the last inch with nitrate from youth
America, she wallowed in the long sea
slopes that swept round the end of the
breakwater. Climbing over the low
rail and forcing my way through a pan
demonium of swarthy Spanish coal
heavers, dealers iu fruit and tobacco
and venders of canaries, the latter al
ternately coaxing and abusing their
feathered merchandise in the vain hope
of ranking them sing, I met Captain
Cnuiton.
"She's not exactly a floating palace,
but with fine weather will take you
home all right, and you can see what a
deep tramp is like at sea, " said the lat
ter
Just then a dilapidated looking Eng
lishman, clad in greasy dungaree, with
a battered engineer's silk cap on his
head, thrust on one side a gesticulating
Spaniard who was trying to force a
bunch of hard bananas and a half dead
canary on a grinning fireman and,
touching hi* grimy tore head, asked:
"Are ye,:i Captain Oran ton, sir''"
"Yes," raid the ofiidfcr. "What is it
you want;''
"I want to see if there's auv chance
of working a passage homo. I'm a boiler
maker and have served as fourth en
gineer I'm starving here,'' was the
answer.
"H'm! What are you doing in Las
Palm ,s t hen—deserted, I suppose?' ' said
the captain.
"No, sir. It was this way. I shipped
at Li' rpeol ukra: 1 of the (Inquirebo to
load coal at Cardiff for Ilio, and the
night Coro she sail at I rat t Tom Ste
venson. who served his time at Dun
lop's. ''
"Never mind Stevenson—goon," in
terject- d. tho skipper.
"Well, v, o weut to have a partin
glass or two—not too much, sir; about
a bottle of whisky atwe: n two of us—
an v-h- i they turn, d ns out at 11 Tom,
he sits in the gutter, and sea he, 'I
won't, go home till morning.' I sea,
'Don't ire a foci, Tom,' and a p'leecc
man comes, so I goes off and makes
down' to the coal tips. It didn't seem
quite tk right tip, but I sees a big four
masted at with r„ yellow funne l, and
fie'/, I. ''that's the Coquiusbo—I knows
the ugly iook of her. ' Bo I crawled
aboard and goes to sleep in the fo'eksle.
When 1 awakened up, she wore rolling
heavy far out at sea, and when I got on
deck I says to myself, 'It's another san
guinary African boat.' do it. was, and
they made me scrape paint, and when
wo got. bi ro the skipper h r sez, 'Cleat
cut and be thankful yon ain't locked up
by the consul,' and I lauded without a
cent."
The captain hesitated and looked at
the man once or twice, while the lat: \
spat calmly on the deck. At last he said
half to himself: "Tho chief wants an
other hand with that broken downin
gino of his,'' then, raising his voice:
"All right, I'll take you if the clii< f en
gineer approves. Go and see him. Mind,
I'm not going to sign you on and pay
more than you're worth for stamps, Lat
if you behave I'll give you a trifle to
go ashore with. "
While I leaned over the rail, smoking
and watching the foam crawl past—
crawl is the proper word—the chief offi
cer came along, and iu reply to my
query sa
"Wha
t kind of a boat is sbe? Weil,
you can see—auoui us uaiu .... u.,iup
as was ever launched into the German !
ocean. Bo-id , we've been knocking,!
about for months, and there's.shells ami)
grass on her a foot long. The engineer i
6.iys his mill is all to bits too. '' i5ub.se- i
queut- experience proved that this de- |
scription was by no means exaggerated. ■
Turning out early nearly next morn- '
iug, I climbed to the poop—for the Cor
ona was of the usual well deck build—
and could see nothing but an azure cir
cle above and a sweep of sparkling, foam 1
flecked sea below, piled into ridges by
tho fresh trade breeze, across which the
strainer slowly rolled.
One glance at the water, without
looking at the log dial, was sufficient to
show that she was only going six knots.
So, climbing down the narrow, steel
rung d ladder, I made my way forward
over the slippery iron deck, dodging
the spouts of water which gushed in
through the scuppers at every roll, to
look fc.i the chief engineer. Passing the
engine room door, the thumping and
clanging that floated up were quite
enough to tell of worn cut journals and
general out of iiuedness to one who
could interpret it. I li urn: the chief Li
his room, rubbing his hands with the
inevitable ball of waste, and said:
"What kind of mill have you got?"
"Weel," he said—for most marine
engineers are Clydesdale men—"there's
may be wanr jobs afloat, but I haven;,
seen yin. Man, do ye no hear her clack
claekiu and wheeze-wheezin'? There's a
third o' the tubes in the port boiler
plugged and a leakin, f'orbv the firemen
canna keep steam wi' they dirt o' coals. "
Now, a Clydesdale man is rarely sat
isfied with his engiu * and would burn
geld if he could get it, so I did not
think too much of this outburst, but
had only to understand that the engine
was not what he would have called an
"A1 mill."
Soon afterward the already strong
breeze began to freshen up, and when
the sun sank, a glowing orb of copper
beneath a ragged edged bunk of dark
clouds, leaving a brassy yellow glare
glowing across rhreatcuing sky and an
gry water, it was evident we were in
for bad weather.
The seas were rapidly growing steeper
and breaking mere sharply, while the
heavy steamer Hung io r.self about as if
she would shake the masts out of her,
with watt r and spray already flying in
all directions.
For some hours 1 hung about under
the Ice of the "dodgers," or canvas
screens, chatting with the mate and try
ing to evade the stinging spindrift
which lashed our faces like a whip from
time to time. At last, as the peep dis
appear., d to the top of the hand wheel
in a rush of water, the mate, shaking
the water from his si vt'wi tor, said:
"If she jumps anymore, the chief
will be slowing her down. He's an aw
ful old heathen over that broken down
engine of his, and the second says he
sits and talk.; to it in had wee.tie r. Any
way, the sooner we get this hooker
home the better. "
Sleep that night was difficult, for ev
ery now and then, as the steamer lifted
her stem clear of the sea, the whole poop
shook to the heavy vibration of the
whirring propeller, until, knowing what
ship it was and had rivets are, I sincere
ly wished myself out of it.
In the morning I found the wati r
pouring iu over cither rail, while .ill
around was a wild, drifting, crested sea.
Some of the cargo had shifted, and the
ship lay down to it and wallowed, as
only a trump can, shoving her bows up
to foremast into the big ridges that roll
ed upon her. The :pi. : said:
"Alan, tho an id mill's turning half
speed, but we'r bauu back eterrun first
tae Las Palmas. "
Then misfortunes began to arise.
Some thing got adrift on tho forecast la
head and clanged about. It may have
been an unshackled chain or anchor
lashing Three n- ", v wiring their
time and clinging > the rail when a
heavy sea came .', crawl- d for
ward. I was watt. lug them from the
bridge, and I s w an unusually large
wave rising ahem!......e wall of glittering
green water, cnrlin t w* r into foam at
the summit. The .-'upturn waved his
hand to the men •. 1 they grasped tire
rails. Next raomet the bows disap
peared deep in the s; a. and when tho
.steamer slowly lifted a streaming for-,
castle out of the only one re
mained, clinging, h .h urowtied, to the
rails, while as tr; = l roiled ! avily
down ami the s - • -ur I out I LA
companion clutch at the bulwark
thom and disapp :u L vend a.l h
rescue in a smoilu ;• - . ioaai.
The other poor fallow 1 iv v
about the deck bene ith with hr o',
and as three or :
.flu
ur s.
.men
•• that me:
r had bt.i
j ' tiring out
u in the bar
! in.ods ;
tho p. a lit :
. . a
* f \'iW.
t ...lain.
ward to go to
v, itii a long face t
tubes in the port l
that tho watt r v,
the grates from a
lie said:
''1 hue soauldo I
trying tae pit m
but there's that i
ter flyin round it, <
There was a Su
it was decided r;
boilt r while the
to raise encre-h .
ing cue to L». n ,.
"Mind, Mack. A ,
sea it's ail up. B<-e
tain, to which the o;
ly:
"I hae been in a
an I can gang again. Tie r 11 be no
time lost. " bo the rest of the buy and
all night we lav to. every man at his
:
j
!
. ... i l *it.
, to fee U.
< '
- a i.i ;f . i;
i-C'.v, SS
id tho i ap
t ansv.
u.d brief
hot i .1
.e - i afe: -,
post, while with ventilators torn up,
batch covers ripped off and water gur
gling about deep in the holds the Co
rona swung to the heavy Atlantic sea in
imminent peril.
Next morning a steady clang and
clatter floated up through the stokehold
gratings, and a fireman, wiping the
sweat from his sooty face, came up to
say that the chief wanted me below to
see how repairs were done at sea. The
chief engineer, looking gaunter and
grimmer than ever, was swathing him
self iu sacks opposite the front of tin
port boiler, which, although the fires
had been drawn, was still almost at
blue heat. His third was trying to p- :
suade him not to enter the flue himself,
but tho chief shock him off.
An acrid smell of charring wood float
ed cut of the three feet flats, and then.
While we held our breath, the eh:
slowly crawled down the hot l'urnai •
and disappeared into the dark boiier,
while a fheman followed him along tin
wing flue.
For some minutes there was a clatt- r
ing of hammers, and then a nerve try
iug silence. Wo listened with hearts in
cur mouths, hot cniy heard the hai:;
m •'dug of : i: runaway engines and the
viS.rn ingi ! the dates as a heavy sea
■•track the shin. Then a smothered iry
: v.'u; idom the fine, "For God's sake
. t me out'" and, It airing forward, two
j flrtm?n dragged the engineer forth.
! black- '.:« ; d and burned, aft; r which he
promptly col;-.ipso:*. into a bead faint,
while a fir, man want into the other flue
at the ri.-'k of his life, and, making fast
a rope, hi.- comrade was hauled cut.
Presently the chief gasped and sat up,
holding out a hand on which the flesh
was peeling from the bones in rags. "I
can do naumair," lie said. "It'sa boil
ermaker's job. An we canna drive the
ither boiler at that rate any longer. It's
no safe the noo. She'll fall off in the
trough of the sea when the engine slows
—an roll over. Lord have mercy on us!"
Just then a dilapidated greaser came
in from the engine room, anil I recog
nized the man who was working his
passage. "You should have sent for me
before," he said. "Give me the tools."
"What dae ye ken aboot calking?"
asked tho chief roughly.
"I was the best boilermaker in Har
tlepool before I took to drink," was the
quiet reply.
"Give him the tools. It's neck or
nothing the noo," said the chief.
The stranger carefully wrapped his
hands iu the sacks and then, with a
hammer slung round his neck, crawled
into the black mouth of the flue, push
ing a flat engine lamp before him.
Tho red glare of the boiler lamps fell
on anxious faces, dripping with sweat
and smeared with scot, all turned to
ward the yawning mouth of the flue,
and a* I watched I could plainly feel a
tiny artery pulsing as if it would burst
beneath ray car. Then the tap of the
hammer ceased, there was a clatter, as
of soi.r thing dropping iu the combus
tion chamber and with a low hiss, as
of water on hot metal, the dim light
went out.
"lie's dropped his lamp. Get in,
some of you, and bring him out," said
the third i ginner. And while four fire
men struggled to be first to undertake
the dan::, reus work the chief staggered
acres: the stokehole, and, turning a
wheel, the ' Lain clang of the brass rains
pumping up the half empty boiler rang
out across the silence.
The seconds dragged slowly past iu
anxious su-p ns;-, while only a rustling
sound anil a sour smell of charring
wood and smoldering cloth drifted out
of the black furnace. Then there was a
shuffling along the plank, and the fire
man fill out a limp heap amid the coal
below.
"I'm done; take hold!" he gasped.
And his comrades seized a shriveled,
blackened hand that lay upon the deal
plank, ringed round with a smoldering
sleeve. A moment later they hauled out
a ghastly object with charred clothing,
sing- J isuv and blackened face and laid
it, with the features distorted in a sight
less spasm >f pain, carefully upon the
floor I'dalcs.
"Poor fellow! I'm afraid he's gone.
Get those fin.-, started, " said the third
engineer, kneeling down and lifting the
uric n.-cions form in his arms.
Presently the relighted fires roared
and crackled, and while the half hoars
cre pt slowly by and the finger of the
si*. am gauge steadily mounted the scale
the final engineer, surrounded by such
firemen who:** duties were over, knelt
on the coal, bathing the blistered
face and hands with the healing oil and
trying to force a few drops of spirits be
tw -1 !*. the rh n hid a - fit. At last, just
tv u ■ -!>e change of the morning watch,
tiv.- burned mid blackened lids fell Lack
ami the eyas I.
A faint smile, crept over the scorch
ed --.Lining ..way tho stump of
p.e.y ana He vui< u of the dying man
so ; ideal iofil-jw am! strange ns he spoke
iu 1 ' ; . "I've earned ray pas-',u;e
—nir. Y, .- rh leak's stopped. Mine's
been a haul—hard life—it's finished
::w—y -buy " Then the weary t.ycs
ei> -• ii too wr -a this world.
There litt! ■ more to be told. With
s'e « t fro: t i nth : - : .l .m the C a-,:.:,. . -
a A iu keep Jr ,;d to sea until tie- y
broke and a faint, watery sunli >
fit;
UAUli
cd down '
* twet
11 Hilt s of Wli I .
in
■A clc
cads and >!
one across the fo.m.iug
lb:
-*r> *- -t*
below.
At, c
igkt t Ibi
rhe c-]
n
few
mni'-ii-.-;.
aitd
as tho rob: -;:-n
■words,
■cfc xa
( < m: : 1
b t
the
ami certain
eternal life, "
ed clearly above the gurgle and tv, n
the water along tne plates of the plung
ing ship, the stern grating was tipped
up, and there was a heavy splash in tho
sea.
Then a silence fell over the barehead
ed crew, and they turned softly away,
a hazy idea in each man s heart—for
Jack is not much given to sentiment
and can rarely express himself clearly
—that whatever the boilermaker's past
life may have been he had at least made
a good end, and possibly also a vague
pride iu another proof—although he
has proved it over and over again—that
even the "drunken sailorman" can cc
oa-ioually die in a manner of which his
countrymen have no cause to be
ashamed.
Though ho could never put it into
words, poor Jack has got the feeling in
him which a poet has expressed:
Eat once j.i while we can finish ia style—
For the ends c i the earth to view.
—Temple Bar.
Chanced thc> Subject.
The men who utilize the corner gro
cery for a eluhroom in the evening and
on stormy days had just been discussing
a fox hunt about which one of their
number had read aloud, when the rrn
veisation naturally took a reminiscent
turn.
"Nothing cuter or more cunning in
the world than a fox," said Goggs by
way of introduction. "I remember one
night when I was a hoy that we heard
a parent fuss among the dogs that were
ch aimed up. It took us about half an
hour to g^t dressed and armed to sally
forth for the purpose of investigating.
Not discovering anything, we loosened
the dogs, and they darted off on a trail,
yelping as they went. We didn't know
win ther it was man or varmint, but
after a long run the dogs brought up at
the hen house and tried to tear it down.
Well, sir, an old fox had deliberately
showed himself to the dogs so as to ex
cite them, made that run while were
were getting ready for trouble, and, cir
cling around, was robbing the roost
i while the dogs were off the premises."
| "I waked up one moonlight night,"
j volunteered the man on the wood box,
j "and seen a fox under an apple tree
I where a fat pullet was roosting. I knew
■ the thief couldn't climb, so I just stood
1 ar the window laughing. The fox bark
ed to wake the chicken and then began
circling around the tree, slow at first,
but going faster and faster. Of course
the tenified pullet followed him with
h. r eyes and got so dizzy that she fell
out. of the tree. "
"I see somethin like that once," said
the lank individual on a joint k g,
"only that the chicken I was watch:::
wrung its own neck 'cause the foz was
goin so darned fast. "
Then, by common consent, the crowd
took up the subject of floods.—Detroit
Free Press.
Tile Wily
There in a photographer-on the North
Side v, ho not only furnishes waists and
wigs lor hi.; sitters, but ideas as well.
A woman went to his studio the other
day with a thin, scrawny baby and
wanted it photographed.
"A dozen cabinet pictures, in your
best style, " she said. '
The photographer looked at the baby
and shook his head.
"Wait until ho gets well. He's too
puny now. ' '
"But I want to send them home to
the old country, and I must have tin in
at once. My friends there are expecting
them. "
"Have they ever seen the child?"
asked the photographer.
"Never. That's why I want to send
them before he's too old."
"Are they ever likely to see him?"
continued the man.
"No, they aint. But I don't see what
that has got to do with his sitting for
his picture."
"I've got a scheme," said the artist,
as he regarded the child with a critical
eye. "Here's a dozen cabinets of a beau
tiful. plump baby, just what yours will
be later on, anti if you are willing you
can have them at the same price and
nobody will ever know the difference.
They will be a credit to me as well us
to you. ' '
The mother was delighted, for as the
photographer urged, "cue baby is a
good deal liko another," and a picture*
of ideal beauty was substituted—as it
had often been before—for the plain
original, and it is by no means likely
that the distant friends will ever know
I any difference.—Chicago Tribune.
The Antiquity of Man.
Our geologists rarely use the term
"quaternary." By European writers it
is understood to mean the period which
followed the tertiary and includes the
present time. Archa-ologically it is di
vided into two epochs, the older inc! . i
iug the preglacial, the glacial and tin
postglacial ages, all characterized by a
chipped stone industry, the latter be
ginning with the neolithic culture and
continuing till now.
Professor Gabriel de Mcrlillct, in Le
Revue Mensuelle of the Paris he ! of
Anthropology, succinctly explains th se
divisions and sets forth with ins usual
clearness the typical products and the
L-una which characterize them. He has
found no reason materially to modify
the opinions he advanced in his earlier
works and still maintains that a careful
G'.idy of the geological data bearing on
f -' question of the antiquity of man
; s not allow us to assign it a more re
1 1 date than 230,000 years ago. —-&i
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