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UNIVERSITY OF NOTRE DAME, Notre Dame, Indiana. We call the attention of our readers to the advertisement of Notre Dame University, one of the great education al institutions of the West, which ap pears in another column of this paper. Those of our readers who may have occasion to look up a college for their sons during the coming year would do well to correspond with the President, who will send them a catalogue free of charge, as well as all particulars re garding terms, courses of studies, etc. There is a thorough preparatory school in connection with the Univer sity, in which students of all grades will have every opportunity of prepar ing themselves for higher studies. The Commercial Course Intended for young men preparing for business may be finished in one or two years according to the ability of the student. St. Ed ward's Hall, for boys under thirteen, is an unique department of the institu tion. The higher courses are thorough in every respect, and students will tind every opportunity of perfecting them selves in any line of work they may choose to select. Thoroughness in class work, exactness in the care of students, and devotion to the best interests of all, are the distinguishing characteris tics of Notre Dame University. Fifty-eight years of active work in the cause of education have made this institution famous all over the country. The Cicada's Drum. It is in July that the cicada asserts itself. It crawls out of the ground after a sojourn of two years therein, as a grub climbs a tree trunk, cracks its shell down the back, takes a sun bath, flies to an other tree, and, life's burden resting lightly on its shoulders now, as I have said, asserts itself. It means that the world shall know of it, by making a great noise. The method may be original with it, but is not its own exclusively, any more. The world over the cicada is copied. Tucked out of sight, on either side, the cicaila has a "kettle drum" of intricate construction and means of plaiyng it of infinite complexity. The result is a rap id, shrill, whizzing sound that sets July's noons all a-tremble! Not that they are done with ail their noise in this month, for they are more numerous and active in August, but it is in July that they commence, what for poetry's sake we will call their celebrating of Queen Sum mer's reign.—Philadelphia Ledger. Needed for Decoration. Chaffour on an Around-the-World-in an-Automobile Trip (to the projector of the affair)—Now, sir, that right fore wheel has given away, and we're in a pickle. Projector—What's to be done? Chauffeur—Nothing, except to put on the reserve wheel. Projector—Put on the reserve wheel, indeed! What do you suppose we are going to do then for another reserve wheel to decorate the vehicle with?—The Automobile Magazine. Rheumatism is thought by the best authorities to be caused by an excess of lactic acid in the blood. To neutralize and eliminate this from the system take Camp's Curative Powder or Tablets, a valuable temedy for minor attacks of rheumatism. $1, 50c, 25c. All drug gists, or J. H. Camp Curative Powder & Tablet Co., Milwaukee, Wis. —Crossed bugles, a death's head and iother marks are stamped on the wings of a pigeon which has just been caught here, writes a correspondent from Llau erfyl, Montgomeryshire, to the London Daily Mail. Piso's Cure for Consumption cured me of a tenacious and persistent cough.— Wm. H. Harrison, 227 W. 121st street, New York, March 25, 1901. There are seven species of salmon in 'he Takn viver. Alaska. Each has its date of arrival from the sea at the spawning grounds. Hall's Catarrh Cure Is a constitutional cure. Price, 75c. —The territorial board of health of Hawaii is to begin a series of experi ments to determine the value of X-rays in the treatment of leprosy. —Two coal mines are now in successful operation in Alaska. They produce good steam coal. MRS. WINSLOW'S SOOTHING SYRUP for •Children teethiiifr softens the gums, reduces in flammation, allays pain, cures wiud eoUc. 'a cents a bottle. —Every year salmon becomes scarcer in Scotch rivers. riTO Permanently Cured. No flta or nerrouitneM&rter rII O flr*t d&y'n use of Dr. Kline's Great Nerre Re •toi-er. Bend for Fit EE 8.00 trial bottle and trewtfea. DR. It. U. KLINE. Ltd., 931 Arch St., Philadelphia, ha. —In several parts of Mexico all freight is carried on the backs of burros. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature of A from lobby's famous Hyjrienic kitchens, where parity prevail*. All meats used in LIBBY'S Natural Flavor Food Products •re V. S. Government Inspected, Keep in the boose for emergencies—for suppers, for sandwiches (or any time when you want something good and want it quick. Simply turn a key and the can is open. An appetizing lunch is ready in an instant, UBBT, MclEILl IUIBT, CHICISO. Write for our free booklet, "How to Hake Good Things to Eat" SPINNING WHEEL. THE BELLES. Oh! the belles! Summer belles: What a plenitude of heartaches their giddi ness compels How they giggle, giggle, giggle, In the sea breeze lnden night, How their victims squirm and wriggle Iu au ecstasy of fright. Iloiy they hurt When they flirt, When with ghoulish glee they gloat On the squirming of a fellow when they h.tve him by tne throat. Oh! the belles! Brazen belles: How they conjure, scheme and plan To entrap the summer man, The ribbon counter gentlemen who mas querade as swells. Oh! the belles! Greedy belles: IIow they wring, wring, wring Soda water, everything, From the pockets of those "Cash!" exclaim ing swells. Ob! the belles! Foxy belles What a wealth of hinrs they fling To compel the pleasant ring, Diamond ring, Ah! the heart engaging ring Of the golden wedding bells, bells, bells, bells, bells. Oh! the belles. —The Catholic Standard and Times. At a recent gathering of prominent citizens in New York city, the object of which was to raise funds for the benefit of a hospital, a number of speeches were made commending the worthy charity and sounding the praise of the manage ment of the institution. But none of the speakers once during the little talks al luded to the main object of the meeting until it came to Representative Goldfogle to address the gathering. He was greet ed with applause when he stepped for ward on the platform. After stating that h'» had listened with pleasure to the high words of praise and commendation bestowed by the speakers on the management of the hospital, he said he had failed to note that any oue had felt it necessary to call attention of the audience to the purpose that had brought them together. This oversight on the part of the gentlemen who had preceded him reminded him of a story. "When Lincoln was President of the United States," he said, "he took a walk down Pennsylvania avenue one cold win ter evening. During the stroll he met a poor, forlorn woman, thinly clad, shiver ing with cold. When she saw the Pres dent she mistook him for a minister, and falling upon her knees, with hands up lifted, begged his blessing, saying that she had three small children at home starving to death. She said: 'Oh, Mr. Minister, pray to the Lord to help me.' "When she had finished President Lin coln said: 'My good woman, it's not a minister that you need. You need a gro cer,' and the President took a card out of his pocket and gave her an order for $25 worth o* groceries." The point was at once seen by the au dience, who applauded loudly, and the result was a liberal subscription to the benefit fund for the hospital. Mr. Goldfogle has a happy faculty of always illustrating a point with a tell ing story, and therefore he is much in demand at conventions, political and business gatherings.—New York Paily. News. "Do you pull out teeth gratis, mis ter?" said a ferocious-looking tramp to a dentist. "No," replied the dentist politely "but I have a bulldog that inserts thein gratis." "I won't wait to consult 'im," growled the loafer, as he shambled out.—New York Daily News. One day when Senator-elect McCreary of Kentucky was out looking after his political fences he stopped before a house where there was a well in the yard and asked for a drink. "Sorry, mister," responded the man of the house, "but there ain't a drop on this here place, and I am getting purty dry myself." "Isn't there any water in the well?" exclaimed McCreary. "Of course there is," blurted out the man "I didn't know you wanted water. I thought you wanted a drink."—New York Times. Careless Girl.—"'Such carelessness is little short of criminal," thundered Dr. Price-Price angrily. "Oh, doctor," sobbed Mrs. Sassiety-Lieder's nurse girl, "do you blame me for the baby's illness?" "Most assuredly. You should know bet ter than to leave it alone in the care of its mother even for a moment."—Phila delphia Press. "Where are you going this summer?" "I'm goiug to a stretch of barren sand, where I can be surrounded by the lux uries of the seashore." "By yourself?" "No. Whole family. Wife and chil dren, servants, nurses, etc." "Cottage?" "Yes. Has eight rooms for sixteen people. Each room will hold comfort ably about one-half of a human being." "Cottage alone?" "Oh, no. W:e shall be next to a lot of others. Each with an assortment of childreu." "Nice people?" "Well, they're people I wouldu't think of associating with on ordinary occa sions, but of course "Oh, certainly. Where do you get your vegetables?" "From the city." "And your water?" "From the nearest well." "Typhoid?" "Probably." "FlieS?" "Heaps." "What are you going for?" "Two reasons. Because I can't afford to and my wife wants to."—Life. "I am Mr. Phake, sir," said the .ob trusive stranger, "maker of Phake's panacea." "Ah, yes," remarked Oad leigh. "Your medicine, sir, has bene fited me greatly." "Glad to hear it. I—" "Yes a rich uncle of mine took .it, and I was his sole heir."—Tit-B.its. Farmer Honk—I understand that the young city feller that has been boardin' at Eli Summertime's died la-at night in sort of a peculiar manner. Farmer Hornbeak—D'know as there was anything specially peculiar about it? He died dead, same as folks generally do. Farmer Honk—Aw, you know what I mean—the cause of his death was pe culiar. Farmer Hornbeak—D'know as it was, either. He died of a combination of mushroom appetite and toadstool judg ment—a pretty common failin' amongst city folks, I've noticed.—Judge. ——u):—~ Mrs. Carr—Nellie is forever upsetting my plans. Mrs, Marr—-What has she done now? Mrs. Carr—She has learned to swim, and so her chances of getting a husband at the seashore are all gone—Chelsea, Mass., Gazette. In a little towii in Nova Scotia are two churches, situated in the two divisions of the village locally designated as the "North End" and "South End," At a Sunday morning service the officiating clergyman read the .following notice: "There will be preaching at 11 o'clock next Sunday morning in the church' at the Noi-th End and at 4 o'clock in the afternoon in the church at the South End. Infants will be baptized at both ends."—New York Times. Proof Positive.—"You say that your parent is mentally incapable to taking care of his money, and you wish a guardian appointed?" asked the judge. "Well, what proof have you that he is a spendthrift?" "Why, he has been known to attend as many as six church fairs in a week!" ^''Petition granted," said the judge.—Baltimore Herald. Howling, the poor dog rushes adown the street, a bunch of fireworks firmly attached to his caudal appendage, and accelerating his speed with its incessant explosions. "How cruel!" says a meek-looking per son. "Cruel?" we answer. "It is positively wicked to treat the dogun that way." "Oh, the dog?" he z*emarks. "I wasn't thinking of that. But the boys*who tied those firecrackers to his tail took them by force from that poor little boy on the other corner. Is it not sad?" Now that the howls of the dog are be ing lost in the distance we can hear the wails of the lad referred to.—Baltimore American. Times Were Changed.—Clara (to her old chum)—And that horrid Jones boy that used to pester you with his love making—does he worry you as much as ever? Ethel—Well, hardly you see, we're married now.—Washington New*. There was at least one responsive hear er iu the crowded little church in a Southern village, and it happened this way Guests had arrived unexpectedly at the country parsonage on Sunday morn ing. The weekly supply of butter had run short, so the hospitable host dispatched old Joe, the handy man, to his neighbor, Mr. Paul, whose dairy always boasted a surplus. The parson proceeded to church with his well prepared sermon on some of the deep sayiugs of the great apostle, and was well under way with it when old Joe, returning empty handed, concluded he would quietly slip in and hear his master preach. Just as he entered the preacher leaned over the pulpit, stretched forth his hand with a most impressive interrogation in voice and manner, and called out: "And what did Paul say?" Distinctly sounded through the church old Joe's reply:. "He say, marster, he ain't going to let you have no more Trotter till you pay for the last you got."—Tit-Bits. The Retort Unkind.—Benliam—there's no place like home. Mrs. Benham—If there were you wouldn't know it. Beu liam—What do you mean? Mrs. Ben ham—You are not at home enoiigh to know what home is like.—Brooklyn Life. Hard on Both of Them.—An irishman whose face was so plain that his friends used to tell him it was an offence to the landscape happened also to be as poor as he was homely. One day a neighbor met him, and asked: "How are you, Pat?" "Mighty bad! Sure, 'tis starvation that's starin' me in the face." "Begorra," exclaimed his neighbor, sympathetically, "it can't be very pleas ant for either of 5'ez!"—London Outlook. His Chief Solicitude.—"How do you think you stand with the voters in your town?" "I never trouble myself about that," answered Senator Sorghum I stand all right with the men who con trol the voters."—Washington Star. John B. Gougli, whose early training as an actor had given him a good equip ment for liis later work as a temperance orator, and who, because of his effective manner, seldom met with opposition from those who listened to him iu pub lic, was lecturing one evening in a near by town,-and, after painting the tavern as a place of contamination even for the abstainer, asked: "Don't you all a^ree with me, friends, that there is uo place a man should go, and of which he should tell his mother and sisters, unless he might take them, too, there? Should there be any such place?" "Oh! y-e-s!" came drawlingly from a rear seat. The audience was roused from its spell of admiration for the orator, and turned to look at the owuer of the voice. Gough smiled as though he thought no discus sion possible, and blandly asked: "Where, friend, would you go, telling mother and sisters, but refusing to take them with you?" "The barber's" was the reply.—Phila delphia Times. The day after the election a candidate who had sat up all night only to find his name among the also-rans, met a friend and neighbor. "How is it," he asked, "that all my friends promised to stand by me in this emergency, and then woefully betrayed my confidence.?" "You are mistaken. Being truly your friends we voted for the other man."—In dianapolis News. The following little scene at an inquest upon the body of a murdered man is re ported by a correspondent of the Anglo Russian from Astrakhan: The coroner dictating to his clerk: "On the table was found a bottle. No stop for a moment we must ascertain its contents." The coroner, tasting the liquid, dictates: "The bottle contained English gin. perhaps not, I am not sure taste lit yourself." The clerk, having done, so replies: "I think it is simply strong vodka." The coroner, toss ing off another glass: "No really, it tastes like gin." The clerk, tasting the liquor again: "I still think it is only vodka." The bottle having gradually become empty, the coroner proceeded to dictate in a decisive tone. Write: An einptv bottle was found 011 the table, and ail measures taken to ascertain what it con tained, were of 110 use." Sociable. "Weil, well," remarked Farmer Korntop at the zoo, "this here lion 'pears to be real good-natured." "Mebbe," suggested his good wife, "it's one o' them social lions ye read about in the papers."—Philadelphia Press. A correspondent waiites: "Two women weiye strong supporters of a local co onftca.tive store but one day, as one of them was passing down the street, she was surprised to see her friend coming out ©f a licensed grocer's shop. 'I thocht, Mrs. Broon, ye wis a member o' the Co.?' was her remark. *So I am but, dae ye ken this, there's nae shop in Gtesca I get sic nice beef ham as in here.' Some days later Mrs. Broon's friend went into this shop to buy a sam ple of beef ham. On entering the shop, she asked the man if he would give her 'a pun' o' the beef ham Mrs. Broon gets here.' A quiet smile stole over the shop man's face. 'Oh, yes,' he said 4I can obleege you. Hiv you brocht a bottle wi' you?* "•—Glasgow Evening Times. :n*-— Comparisons.—First Little Boy—My Paw got an ottomobeel. Second Little Boy—That's nothing my paw's got dy spepey.—Ohio State Journal. A WOMAN'S DEN 1 Something More Serviceable Than the V-' "Mother's Room" of Fiction is Often Needed. Why not a den for the womau, as well as for the man? Every man has one: nowadays. Sometimes he has it because he wants it. Sometimes he has it be cause his wife and the upholsterer agree that no happy home can be complete without one, says the Sun. The 'theory is excellent. The practice is frequently fearful and wonderful. When a poor,' tiretl man returns to the bosom of his family after a day of honest toil, what he needs is sweet repose. There must be no domestic jar, no fric tion. The sweetness of home must steal insensibly into his soul and smooth the wrinkles of strife and worry and nerve strain. After his wife has met him at the door with the traditional smile, and he has eaten a good dinner, during which the children have sat around the festal board like a covey of freshly washed mute and beaming cherubs, father is to take his evening paper and his cigar and retreat to a cozy sanctum, where hallowed peace shall surround him, and he shall digest his food iu a mellow mood of drowsy se renity. There's the theory. 'Incidentally, it would, if well carried out, make a mon ster of selfishness out of any normal man within three months, but, posssibly be cause a beneficent Providence wants to avert such calamity, the theory never is carried out. In the first place the average den would drive even the most primirive beast to the open field to growl over his bone. The man who evolved the propo sition that because a man smokes in his theoretical den, a den should be con ceived along oriental lines, has much to answer for. and unless the American manufacturers of oriental stuffs and Bagdad curtains and Benares brass and tin armor exert a pull in his favor, he will have difficulty in squaring himself with St. Peter. "Why, in the name of all that is ra tional," asked a sufferer recently, "if a man must have a den thrust upon him. can': he have a comfortable, restful room?—all hardwood and leather, no stuff1* hangings to catch and hold stale smoke. 110 absurd oriental kickshaws cluttering space, 110 divans on which a middle-aged business man inclined to stoutness cannot make himself comfort able. "Give the poor fellow a light, cheerful room, with substantial, comfortable fur niture, even if there can I10 little of it, a big table for magazines, a book case for a man's books, a good reading lamp, handy, serviceable smoking parapherna lia, a couch with a few cushions. Make it a room that the average woman would thin'* !are, yet which contains every es sential for a man's comfort. Put the fellow In the sanctuan*. Set up a Gat- ling gtm before the door .".nd train it upon any children wno dispiav a per nicious and reprehensible desire to make the acquaintance of the author of .their being. So may the den be a howling success and its owner grow more unen durable daily.'" But why not a den for the woman? If any mortal under heaven's canopy needs a refuge from storm, a sanctum sanctorum where she can have an hour's quiet and pull quivering nerves together, and rest, and put herself into tune that mortal is a housewife and mother. From the time she wakens in the morning un til) she goes to bed at night petty cares are snapping at her heels. Her re sponsibilities may not be colossal, but they are legion, and if she is conscien tious she never lays them down. She flies from one thing to another, whirling like a human pin wheel around and around the domestic axis. There's little that is stimulating, little that is enliven ing in her day, yet the day is full and running over. There's a lovely sentimental tradition about "mother's room." Poets have writ ten of it. Essayists have wept over it. To this haven the dear children bring ail their sorrows and joys. Here they come to have a cut finger tied up. Here they stammer their lessons with mother's help against the morrow when a sterner teacher will require knowledge of them. Here they come to have clamorous rows settled. Here they bring captive toads and beetles to display the trophies to ap preciative eyes. Here they sit at moth er's knee and listen to fairy stories and nursery tales. Here is the rock around which all domestic waves and tides swirl. It is a beautiful theorv. In that re spect it resembles father's den. But it is a trifle hard on mother. One woman in New York has a room on the third floor which is her last resort in times of storm and distress. It is a bare little room, but it has a comfortable couch and a low table and an easy chair and a few books. On the outside of the door hanks a large placard. One sid«» bears the word "in." The other side is blank. The mistress of the house doesn't go to that room every day. She snatches liber ally punctuated repose iu her second floqr bedroom when she can. and goes about her thousaud and one little duties cheerfully when she has strength and nerves for them. But sometimes there comes a day and an hour when her world is distinctly too much for her. when she is desperately tired and nervous and bothered, when the children rasp her nerves and the servants seem possessed of the devil and everything goes a-gley. Every woman knows those days. She might scold the children and the servants and go about looking like a thunder cloud. She might hold on to her amiability with both hands—have "a nig ger sittin' on the safety valve." so to speak, and wear herself out with the ef fort. She doesn't do either. She stops. She goes to the third floor room, turns the placard so that who runs may read "In," shuts the door behind her and lies down on the comfortable couch. Every soul in the house understands that nothing save murder or. sudden death is adequate ex cuse for tapping at that door. Only a sudden and desperate emergency disturbs the woman in her den. She rests, re laxes, "finds herself," and, after a time, the third floor door opens, a tranquil, cheerful woman goes down stairs. The den is teuantless. That is a wise woman. Her sisters might follow her exam-pie, but the den, like opium, is a habit not to be abused. It should be an emergency medicine, not a promoter of selfishness, but every wom an should have some nook or corner where she would be safe from intrusion. The mother's room traditkm could be pre served unimpaired in other and more pub lic quarters. Our Latent Nomad Instinct. In our work we get further and furth er away from the earliest types of civil ization, but in our play we come at times very near to prehistoric life. Our pic nics are an attempt to satisfy our latent nomad instinct, our games and races are a symbol of the fierce struggle for ex istence which was a very real literal con flict in those far-off days, but has been modernized under the name of trade competition. And out love of shooting and fishing and hunting has no doubt been inherited from those who long ago hunted, not for pleasure, but for dinner. -•People's Friend, REED ON CAStOftlA. Vice Chancellor Heed Sustains Charles H. Fletcher ifi His Suit. 'V-" Vice Chancellor Reed, sitting in the Court of Chancery at Trenton, N. J., has just rendered a decision of vital Importance in the case of The Centaur Company agairigta party calling them selves the C. W. Link Drug Company. It seems for the past year or more Mr. Charles H. Fletcher, president of The Centaur Company, the manufac turers of Castoria, has been fighting, through the courts, counterfeiters and imitators of their goods.' All of the take goods are put. up. .in, a manner to lead the purchaser to think they are getting the same Castoria they have always bought, and the Chancel lor dwells fit length on this pointy show ing how easy it would be to inform the public of the difference between the packages if it were not their object to mislead the consumer. He says in part: "Every one of the packages put in evidence by the defendant show a persistent adoption of the size of the bottle and the label of the complain ant. All these manufacturers knew, just as the. defendant knew, that if the remedy was put up in round bottles or in bottles distinctively larger or small er, or if the bottles were so differently wrapped, as to at once arrest the at tention of the casual purchaser, the sale of the remedy in such packages would at once become substantially reduced." Citing numerous cases in line with this opinion, he gave Mr. Charles H. Fletcher the injunction asked for and the C. W. Link Drug Company must seek new fields.—Philadelphia Inquirer. MR. ROOSEVELT'S CHICKENS. Under the Shade at the McKinley Tree at the White House. The white house grounds at Washing ton are noted for their large and beau tiful trees. One of the prettiest of the younger trees is the little white oak planted by President McKinley on the morning of the first day of November, 1898. Norris, the old gardener who held the tree while the President shoveled on the earth, said that at the time it was plant ed he did not expect it to live a month, but at present it looks as though it were good for a cenury. The little tree stands just in front of the old conservatory, now being torn down to make room for the new office building of the present chief executive. During the heat of the day one generally can see the President's two game chickens resting peacefully in its shade. Just to the right as one enters the white house grounds is a flourishing chestnut oak that was" planted by Mrs. Cleveland during her husband's last ad ministration. Caprice and Luck. In gambling one thing is certain, and that is the very large percentage is in favor of the bank or the game. Caprice is the only law of chance. And the re sults are as fanciful as they are unantici pated. One summer—the last'of John Morrissey's life—a party from Washing ton were making merry in the wine room of the club house in Saratoga, among whom was a youthful attache of the French embassy. Without remark, this attache suddenly rose, entered the play room and going to a roulette table, tossed a hundred dollar bill on ten, black. The dealer politely /informed him that he had exceeded the limit.' The attache was insistent., Morrissey, sauntering up, nodded to the dealer to let it go. It won. Refusing to accept chips, the attache gathered in his winnings and rejoined his friends. Half an hour later he did the same thing, and was again success ful. At frequent intervals he repeated his trips, invariably winning, never once losing until he had won $17,000. when his friends carried him off. As he left, Morrissey remarked to a friend: "I never take the limit off that the bank doesn't lose. Nevertheless, there was a profit on the night's play for the bank.— Brooklyn Eagle. What Might Have Been. Sonoma, Mich., July 21.—Mr. Delos Ilutchins of this place says: "If I could liave had Dodd's Kidney Pills 25 jrears ago I would not now be crippled as I am." Mr. Hutchins spent from 18tl to 1SG4 in the swamps of Louisiana as a northern soldier and with the result that he contracted Rheumatism, which gave him much pain till Mr. Fred Par ker, the local druggist, advised him to try Dodd's Kidney Pills. The first two boxes did not seem to help him very much, but Mr. Parker, knowing that Dodd's Kidney Pills would eventually cure him, pressed Mr. Hutchins to con tinue, and by the time four boxes were used the short, sharp, shooting pains which had tortured his back, hip and legs were entirely gone. Mr. Hutchins says: "I cannot tell you how much bet ter I am feeling. If it were not for the way my hands, feet and knees are drawn out of shape I would be about as good as ever. Australia's Blackberry Pest. Blackberries thrive more luxuriantly in Australia than in Europe or America, their growth being so rapid that in many places they are regarded as an agri cultural pest. Like the first rabbits, the original .blackberry vines have grown and multiplied until they bid fair to cover the face of the country. The bushes are not cultivated—they can look after themselves, as many Australian agriculturists are painfully aware—but the jam made from their fruit is suf ficiently tempting to make one forget their unwelcome presence on the farm. —Garden. Do Your Feet Ache and Burn? Shake into your shoes Allen's Foot Ease, a powder for the feet. It makes tight or New Shoes feel Easy. Cures Corns, Bunions, Swollen, Hot and Sweating Feet. At all Druggists and Shoe Stores, 25c. Sample sent FREE. Address Allen S. Olmsted, LeRoy, N. T. Cinch on Big Collection. A rural Virginia preacher took ad vantage of neighborhood hullabaloo over a robbed chicken coop in the following manner: "Dear Friends—I'se about to take up a c'lection for ta repar dis church an I ean' to say dat, if dar am any nigger here tonight what had a han' in stealin' Farmer Jones' chickens, I doan' wan' him to put nuffin' in de plate." 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