THE HAST!N6S GAZETTF.
<br />VOL. L. ---NO. 24.
<br />HASTINGS. MINN.. SATURDAY. MARCH 7, 1908.
<br />MINNESOTA
<br />H!STOHICAL 1
<br />SOCIETY.
<br />Si per Tear hi Advance.
<br />THE CLEARING HOUSE
<br />Methods of the Big Bank E
<br />change In New York City.
<br />MARCH OF THE MESSENGER
<br />The Way Millions on Millions of D
<br />lars In Checks Change Holders In
<br />Few Minutes In the Daily Balanci
<br />of Accounts Between Banks.
<br />There is marked silence for a mo-
<br />ment after the feet have stopped mov-
<br />ing. The crowd in the room begins to
<br />thin out, for the delivery clerks are
<br />Ping, taking with them the packages
<br />X. of checks which have been deposited
<br />with the settling clerks. The latter
<br />still have work to do. Their assistants
<br />rescue the little tickets from the corn-
<br />s.
<br />; partments into which they were drop-
<br />ped. and the settling clerks scan the
<br />amount of them to see if they agree
<br />ol- with the totals on the exchange slips.
<br />a W'hen first be entered the room the
<br />ng settling clerk gave the proof clerk In
<br />the manager's gallery the amount of
<br />the checks be brought with him. Now
<br />er he ascertains the total of the amount
<br />e deposited with him. Soon he is able
<br />rd to tell whether his bank bas a debt or
<br />ng credit balance. and this information he
<br />e communicates to the proof clerk. Then
<br />the clearing house knows exactly how
<br />at mach cash will have to be moved from
<br />bank to bank In ad lusting balances.
<br />Forty-five minutes Is the limit allow-
<br />ed for making the exchauges and prov-
<br />ing the balances, and fines may be im-
<br />posed if the allotted time Is exceeded.
<br />But it Is rarely necessary to impose
<br />fines, so rapid is the work of the mes-
<br />sengers and so simple the system of
<br />exchange. Most of the work is done
<br />before the messengers get to the clear
<br />ing house. The the"ks for exchange
<br />with other banks are inclosed in sep-
<br />arate envelopes, and these envelopes
<br />are arranged in consecutive order in
<br />the delivery clerk's bag, so all needless
<br />delay in depositing them Is eliminated.
<br />To make the clearing finally complete
<br />It is of course necessary to exchange
<br />the cash. "Accordingly," says James
<br />G. Cannon in his book on "Clearing
<br />Houses," "before half past 1 o'clock
<br />each debtor bank, In compliance with
<br />the requirements of the constitution,
<br />pays Into the clearing house the amount
<br />of its debit balance and obtains a re-
<br />ceipt for the same signed by the as-
<br />sistant manager. After half past I
<br />o'clock the creditor banks receive at
<br />the clearing house their respective bal-
<br />ances and give their receipts for the
<br />same In a book provided for that pur-
<br />pose, but in no case can a creditor
<br />bank receive its balance until all the
<br />debtor banks have paid in."—New York
<br />Post.
<br />"Clearing!" That word is the ord
<br />for the shuttling of many feet and th
<br />pattering of thick envelopes upon ba
<br />wood. Men with leather bags hu
<br />against their chests like bass drum
<br />pass up and down rows of desks
<br />which other men sit and as they go by
<br />deftly band out brown paper packages
<br />containing the equivalent of millions in
<br />gold. Thus do the banks of New York
<br />transfer money each business day.
<br />As vast as the figures involved in the
<br />operation are, they do not make an
<br />• impress upon the mind. One is more
<br />apt to wonder whether the gray haired
<br />messenger in the blue serge suit would
<br />succeed in disorganizing the line if he
<br />gave the wrong envelope to bank No.
<br />49 and, if so, whether he would be con-
<br />demned forever by his associates. But
<br />no one seems to make a mistake, and
<br />the visitor bas no reason to worry
<br />About the possibility of misplacing $28
<br />000,000 even for half a second. The
<br />machinery of the clearing house is al-
<br />most too perfect to slip a cog.
<br />The clearing house begins to show
<br />signs of activity as early as 9:30 o'clock,
<br />when the vanguard of bank runners
<br />makes its appearance. They travel in
<br />pairs and are mostly young men, al-
<br />though the veterans have not all re-
<br />tired. Their badge of office is a bag,
<br />any sort of bag, suit case, telescope,
<br />kit bag, canvas bag. Sometimes it has
<br />the name of the bank It came from
<br />printed across the end. More often it
<br />bears no d1stinguishing mark.
<br />Further, its identity is frequently
<br />hidden behind an exceedingly shabby
<br />exterior. That is perhaps a virtue. At
<br />all events, it is not considered good
<br />form in bankingcircies to be ostenta-
<br />tious. A strong brig even though it be
<br />old and chafed is just as good a vehicle
<br />for a fortune as a new one and is less
<br />likely to produce buntings in the heart
<br />of a thug. So this is the reason why
<br />the young men who sweet UD the mar-
<br />ble stairs look as if they were carrying
<br />bags tilled with their own clothing in-
<br />stead of other persons' checks. Self
<br />conscious they are not despite the loads
<br />they carry, and one might well imagine
<br />they were going upstairs to change
<br />their garments for gymnasium suits.
<br />But when the visitor reaches the floor
<br />above and climbs to the little gallery
<br />at one end he realizes that not basket
<br />ball, but another game, is to be played.
<br />Already the players are preparing to
<br />take their positions. At the side walls
<br />are benches on which delivery clerks
<br />are sitting, their bags at their sides,
<br />and opposite is a solid counter divided
<br />into about seventeen compartments, to
<br />the front of which are affixed, if occu-
<br />pied, the name plates of different
<br />banks. Beyond the first is a second
<br />counter and between the two a rack for
<br />hats and overcoats. A broad aisle with
<br />more benches and hatracks separates
<br />the two rows of counters from dupli-
<br />cates on the opposite side of the room.
<br />Settling clerks, who take their places
<br />on high stools behind the outer rows
<br />of counters, face the walls. Those at
<br />the inner counters face the center aisle.
<br />At the elbows of the settling clerks
<br />stand their assistants, who are re-
<br />quired to sign the exchange slips pre-
<br />sented with each package of checks.
<br />As the clock nears 10 one glances
<br />front the high dome, with its row of
<br />electric lights, to the scene below. The
<br />clerks at the compartments have made
<br />themselves comfortable. The messen-
<br />gers standing at ease before them
<br />have slung their bags and are ready.
<br />A minute passes. A man appears at
<br />the rostrum in the gallery and rings a
<br />gong twice. Eyes below are uplifted
<br />as he makes an announcement about
<br />out of town banks that will hereafter
<br />clear through different correspondents.
<br />That is not of particular interest, but
<br />he pauses briefly and then utters the
<br />magic word, "Clearing!"
<br />The messenger for bank No. 1 crosses
<br />the room at one end of the counters
<br />and takes the place of No. 97, who has
<br />moved down a pace. Simultaneously
<br />ditty other men have taken a step for-
<br />. ward, and the tramping and scraping
<br />of feet come 'regularly. No. 1 has
<br />slapped an envelope down before the
<br />clerk at No. 97's compartment, dropped
<br />a ticket into a slot, offered an exchange
<br />slip for signing and passed on to No.
<br />96 without uttering a word. Each of
<br />No. l's fifty associates has duplicated
<br />his performance in every detail, and
<br />so the exchanges, as they are called,
<br />have been fairly started.
<br />In the meantime the settling clerks
<br />are doing their share of the work.
<br />Long sheets of paper in front of them
<br />are being filled out with the total
<br />amounts of the checks presented by
<br />the men who are circling about the
<br />counters, making monotonous but not
<br />unpleasant sounds with their feet
<br />Suddenly, when you are just beginning
<br />to understand what it is all about, a
<br />halt is called. No one says anything,
<br />but every one stops. You ask why,
<br />and some one says the exchanges have
<br />been completed. Yon ask how 000,-
<br />000,000 can change hands in exactly
<br />fifteen minutes by the clock, and the
<br />same person looks at you with a pity-
<br />ing smile and remarks, "Why, you've
<br />just ata it delle."
<br />A MARKET IN MOROCCO.
<br />The Best Place to Study the Ways of
<br />the Wily Natives.
<br />The place of all places to see the
<br />Moorish people is at their markets, for
<br />every class and kind of them is there,
<br />and when you have seen one market
<br />you nave seen thein all, for there Is a
<br />racial similarity in the Moors the world
<br />over.
<br />The first thing about a Moorish mar-
<br />ket that attracts the attention of a
<br />traveler is the farreaching odor or,
<br />rather; the multiplicity of odors, for
<br />there is a composite character about
<br />the smell of a Moorish market that can-
<br />not be equaled anywhere outside of
<br />China. Before you can even bear the
<br />continual wrangle and jangle of the
<br />market place you can smell it
<br />Once there the interminable jumble
<br />of things and folks is disconcerting,
<br />and the evidence of dirt everywhere
<br />takes from an American all desire to
<br />deal in eatables, for the Moors seem to
<br />be wholly insensible to dirt of any
<br />kind and every kind and have no objec-
<br />tion to fruit and berries that have come
<br />in unprotected over miles of dusty and
<br />sandy roads.
<br />These people are natural traders, sec-
<br />ond to none in their ability to obtain
<br />the highest possible price or equally
<br />ready willingness to let the article go
<br />for a mere pittance rather than miss
<br />making a sale.
<br />They will begin the price of a lamp
<br />at 8 shillings and after a little haggling
<br />will come down to 1 shilling, but if you
<br />move on they will thrust the lamp into
<br />your hand and ask you to give them
<br />anything for it that you will, and it is
<br />a sale, no difference bow small may be
<br />your offer.
<br />In nearly all countries the every-
<br />where present and always the same
<br />donkey is an inevitable adjunct of a
<br />Moorish market. The whole animal
<br />kingdom would be searched through in
<br />vain to find any creature more wholly
<br />devoid of impulse and sentiment than
<br />this imposed upon little beast.
<br />Like a fatalist philosopher, he is
<br />wholly resigned to the order of things,
<br />and nothing can cause him to stir from
<br />the even tenor of his ways. Caressing
<br />and even food do not seem to add any
<br />to his satisfaction, and beating and
<br />abuse do not detract from his tranquil-
<br />lity. His features are ,perfectly immo-
<br />bile.
<br />As he stands in the market place one
<br />may pet him and give him bits of grass
<br />or fruit and he will not raise his head
<br />or even open his eyes. He is the su-
<br />preme, ineffable resignation in flesh
<br />and blood. And no Moorish market 1s
<br />complete without him by the score.—
<br />World's
<br />core—World's Events Magazine.
<br />rrrm_$ssolution.
<br />Dave Saddler leas a brave Confed-
<br />erate soldier lobo Was in the hospital
<br />at Richmond and wbo, in spite of his
<br />sufferings,-attvays took a cheerful view
<br />of the situation. One day when be was
<br />recovering a visiting minister ap-
<br />proached his cot and tendered him a
<br />pair of homemade socks.
<br />"Accept these," said he. "I only wish
<br />the dear woman who knit them could
<br />present them to you in person."
<br />"Thank you very much," said David
<br />gravely. "But I have decided that I
<br />never shall wear another pair of socks
<br />while I live."
<br />The preacher protested, but to no
<br />purpose, and finally he sought out the
<br />boy's sister to tell her how foolishly
<br />the invalid had behaved.
<br />"Why," exclaimed she, "both his feet
<br />have been shot off!"
<br />Heaith—
<br />Eoonomy
<br />ROPE SUPERSTITIONS.
<br />Odd Beliefs About the Cure of Cancer
<br />and Mumps.
<br />"Yes, I am heartily glad that execu-
<br />tion by bangiug le passing out of ez-
<br />istence," said the jailer of twenty -Ave
<br />years' service. "Not only was bang-
<br />ing by the neck a grewsome, hor-
<br />rible affair to me, but It was always
<br />followed by a host of requests for a
<br />bit of the rope with which the hanging
<br />was done. Of course, these requests
<br />came mostly from ignorant people, but
<br />they were no less of a nuisance on that
<br />account. Oh, no, they didn't want bits
<br />of the rope for morbid reasons, bat
<br />because they firmly believed In the old
<br />superstition that a bit of rope used in
<br />a hanging would cure cancer If rubbed
<br />on the affected part. None of them
<br />ever came back to report whether a
<br />cure was effected, but I reckon if there
<br />had keen any cures I would have
<br />heard of them.
<br />"That Isn't the only ropeauperatition.
<br />by the way. In Maine, where I came
<br />from, some folk always use hempen
<br />rope for the mumps. A piece of 1t is
<br />tied around the waist of the sick per-
<br />son,
<br />erson, so that the disease will not creep
<br />to any vital part, but remain in the
<br />face. The superstition is observed by
<br />a few people of this day, and 1f you
<br />go into small remote country towns
<br />in Maine you will see hempen ropes
<br />hanging In the corner grocery store,
<br />bearing a label, 'Ropes For Mumps."'—
<br />New York Tribune.
<br />LAST WORDS.
<br />'Thoughts That Marked the Passing of
<br />Some Noted Men.
<br />There 1s a collection of 'last words"
<br />of celebrated men which contains many
<br />beautiful and startling phrases. Wheth-
<br />er they were really uttered by the men
<br />to whom they have been credited. says
<br />the Berliner Post, is another matter.
<br />"Thus the words of Augustus. 'The
<br />comedy Is at an end—did I play my
<br />part well?' are known to nearly every
<br />reader. The collection of let weeds
<br />of great physicians published by The
<br />British Medical Journal' gives Haller
<br />credit for saying, The artery beats—
<br />it heats no more,' and says of Noth-
<br />nagel that he wrote: 'The night of
<br />July 6, after a violent attack of angina
<br />pectoris, • • • I will die of arterial
<br />calcination.' Cooper, Bright and Bro-
<br />die dled with blessings upon their
<br />lips, and Darwin, looking death calmly
<br />in the face, said, 'I really do not fear
<br />death.' Locole's last words were flip-
<br />pant: 'Au revolr, gentlemen. At the
<br />autopsy we will meet again.' None
<br />of these classic sentences, however,
<br />impress one so much as did the words
<br />of one of the few mortals who to our
<br />knowledge went into the unknown
<br />with minds undimmed. He was an old
<br />man who had lived a good and full
<br />life. With his last breath he said: 'It
<br />Is not yet time. I want to stay'—that
<br />was the voice of nature."
<br />The Next Duty.
<br />"What is my next duty? What Is
<br />the thing that Iles nearest to mer
<br />"That belongs to your everyday bb -
<br />tory. No one can anawer that ques-
<br />tion but yourself. Your next duty Is
<br />just to determine what your next duty
<br />is. Is there nothing yon neglect? le
<br />there nothing you know you ought not
<br />to do? You would know your duty if
<br />you thought in earnest about It and
<br />were not ambitious of great thing.."
<br />"Ab, then," responded she, "i sup
<br />pose it is something very coiu:nou
<br />place, which will make life more drew,
<br />than ever. That cannot help me."
<br />"It will If it be as dreary as readin-
<br />the newspapers to an old deaf aunt 1
<br />will soon lead you to something. more
<br />Your duty will begin to comfort you a,
<br />once, but will at length open the au-
<br />known fountain of life In your heart.'
<br />—George Macdonald.
<br />He Drew.
<br />A very pretty girl had a bashful art-
<br />ist for a sweetheart, but he would nor
<br />er come to the point One night after
<br />he had made a desperate attempt to
<br />test her feelings she looked at him In
<br />a very significant way.
<br />"What do you mean by that?" be
<br />asked, with a startled look.
<br />"Do you profess to be an artist?" she
<br />replied evasively.
<br />"Yea"
<br />"Do you think you are a pod one?'
<br />"I flatter myself that I am."
<br />"Well, I don't think so."
<br />"Why not?"
<br />"Because you cannot Men draw se
<br />inference."
<br />He did, though, and now they draw
<br />conclusions.
<br />An Agreement.
<br />Parishioner (a little the woeas for
<br />liquor)—I hearzh you preasb yes' eight,
<br />New Minister—You didn't bear mach.
<br />I fancy. Parishioner --That what—bk
<br />—I thought myself.—Leelle'e Weakly.
<br />Whenever I find a great deal of
<br />gratitude In a poor man I take it for
<br />granted there would be as much gas -
<br />Drafty if he were a rich mac.—Pope.
<br />THE QUADRANT.
<br />Hew the Idea of the Device Came to
<br />Thomas Osditey.
<br />Concerning Thomas Godfrey, a fa -
<br />moos American mathematician, there
<br />Is an interesting account in the "Lit-
<br />erary History of Philadelphia."
<br />Thomas Godfrey was a glazier. He
<br />seemed to be one of the meet singular
<br />phenomena that ever appeared in the
<br />earned world.
<br />One day while at work at his trade
<br />a young girl came to a pump and filled
<br />a pall with water, which was left upon
<br />the sidewalk. The son's rays were re-
<br />flected from Godfrey's glass to the pall
<br />of water and than to his eye, thus com-
<br />pleting a triangle. This is said to have
<br />suggested to the glazier's mind the Idea
<br />which In 1730 became tbe basis for the
<br />doable refecting sea quadrant,
<br />Prior to this time English mariners
<br />had been using Davis' bow to ascer-
<br />tain their latitude at sea. but it could
<br />not be adjusted In a storm. Godfrey
<br />gave the subject careful study, taught
<br />himself Latin in order to read New-
<br />ton's "Principle" and endeavored to
<br />have the value of his Invention recog-
<br />nised in England. While thus engaged
<br />he determined to have the device tested
<br />on a ship bound for the West Indies.
<br />In Jamaica the quadrant was exhibit-
<br />ed, or presented, ilo an English sea
<br />captain. Thus the Important discovery
<br />came into the possession of Hadley, a
<br />mathematical instrument maker in
<br />Loadon, whose name It usually bears
<br />in spite of the long exertions of Influ-
<br />ential Americans of the eighteenth
<br />century to have Godfrey's claims es-
<br />tablished and honored.
<br />TESTING DRUGS.
<br />Ergotine 1e Tried on Chickens, Digi-
<br />talis on Frogs.
<br />A lot of sorry looking chickens, dogs
<br />and cats loafed 1n the black, 111 smell -
<br />tag yard of the great chemical plant.
<br />"We use these animals to test our
<br />drugs on," said the chemibt. "They
<br />come in very handy. They more than
<br />earn their board.
<br />"Ergotine is a drug we teat on chick-
<br />ens. It is a simple test. If a dose of
<br />ergotlne falls to turn a chicken's comb
<br />black, we know that the drug is for
<br />some reason or other worthless.
<br />"Hasheesh we teat off dogs. Hash-
<br />eesh is made of female hemp buds.
<br />Male hemp buds have no medicinal
<br />value, yet some dishonest dealers put
<br />male buds on the market, and since
<br />they resemble the female buds precise-
<br />ly it is impossible to detect them sane
<br />by an actual test Dogs given hasheesh
<br />get drunk and happy if the stuff is
<br />good.
<br />"Digitalis, the heart stimulant, is
<br />Meted on frogs. We inject a drop of
<br />it into a frog's stomach, and in the
<br />kymograph, or heart recording ma-
<br />chine, we study the changes that take
<br />place in the frog's heart action. Thus
<br />we get a very accurate knowledge of
<br />what our digitalis can do.
<br />"Do we ever test drugs on ourselves?
<br />Oh, yes, indeed, often. Chemists have
<br />lost their lives, chemists have gone in-
<br />curably Insane, through too rash a
<br />bravery in testing drugs on their own
<br />persons."—Los Angeles Times.
<br />The Raven.
<br />Writing on "Birds In Christian Leg-
<br />esd and Symbol" in the National Re-
<br />view, Rev. R. I. Giles says:
<br />The raven is looked upon with divid-
<br />ed feelings. He 1s the "bird of ill
<br />omen" par excellence. "Corvo di mai
<br />augurlo" is indeed the Italian equiv-
<br />alent of the phrase and "Ungiuck-
<br />srebe" the German one. According to
<br />the fathers, he Is the emblem of pro
<br />crestinatfon, with his cry of "Crag.
<br />eras"—"Tomorrow, tomorrow." His
<br />not having returned to the ark has al
<br />ways been rememberedagalust him. Yet
<br />he, too, is a Mous bird. He played his
<br />part in the Christmas mystery. It was
<br />said that at the hour of the great birth
<br />tbe crock crowed "Christos nates est,"
<br />the raven croaked "Quando?" the rook
<br />cawed "Hoc nocte," the ox mooed
<br />"Ub17' the sheep bleated "Bethlehem,"
<br />and the acs brayed "Eamua" This is
<br />found as early as the fourth century.
<br />Time She Began.
<br />It was on a Sixth avenue surface
<br />ear. A woman sat with her little
<br />daughter, who to all appearances was
<br />seven or eight years old. The conduct-
<br />or came for the fares, and the woman
<br />ave him a eve cent piece.
<br />"Ia the little girl with you. madam?"
<br />asked the conductor.
<br />"Yes," assented the woman.
<br />"Ser fare, Place," aid the man.
<br />'But I never have paid for her," be-
<br />an the woman.
<br />"And does that prove that you're
<br />Sever going tor asked the conductor,
<br />taking the fare reluctantly tendered.—
<br />New York Press.
<br />Genius Defined.
<br />Professor of Polite Literature and
<br />Sigh Art—Now, young gentlemen, can
<br />any of you give me a good definition
<br />et genius? Beloved Disciple—Genius,
<br />b an unlimited capacity for taking
<br />--erg-what belongs to others.—Sydney
<br />(N. B. W.) Bulletin.
<br />The Spendthrift Version.
<br />"Ton know that old saying," began
<br />lSwoter. "'Take care of the pennies
<br />cm.
<br />"And." interrupted Galley, "tbe dol-
<br />lars will take care of your belrs."—
<br />Pbiladelphla Press.
<br />Followed the Lead.
<br />Teacher—Where do we obtain coal.
<br />Freddie? Freddie—From the coal beds,
<br />miss. Teacher—Right! Now, Jimmy,
<br />where do we obtain feathers? Jimmy—
<br />Prom feather bide, mics.
<br />1GLANDSAYS
<br />NO ALUM
<br />IN Poop
<br />and strictlyrohlbits
<br />the sale of alum
<br />baking powder—
<br />So does France
<br />So does Permany
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<br />The sale of alt m foods
<br />has been made illegal in Washington and the mid of Colum.
<br />bia, and alum baking powders are everywhere recognized as
<br />injurious. To protect yourself against alum,
<br />when ordering baking powder,
<br />Sayjilamlp-
<br />DAVA 1 BAKING
<br />POWDER
<br />and be very sure you get Royal. Grape
<br />Royal is the only Baking Powder made from Roya
<br />Cream of Tartar. it adds to the digestibility and
<br />somenesf of the food.
<br />DREAM FOOD.
<br />Hasheesh, the Strange Drug That Is
<br />Used In the Orient.
<br />Hasheesh, that strange drug which
<br />has given our lauguoge its word "as•
<br />sasatn"—a man so frenzied by the drug
<br />that be accomplishes murder—is used
<br />by the Persians, Turks and Egyptians
<br />in a manner akin to the use of opium
<br />by the Chinese. It is the product of a
<br />plant grown in large quantities in the
<br />Peloponnesus (southern Greece) in the
<br />district about Trlpotttza. The plant
<br />grows to a height of about four feet.
<br />and its branches are thickly covered
<br />with small leaves and studded with
<br />tiny seeds.
<br />The entire plant, stalk and branches
<br />Is cut within a few Inches of the root
<br />and laid out in the sun to dry. The
<br />branches are then rubbed to separate
<br />the seeds, and these in turn are ground
<br />into a fine powder, which constitute!,
<br />the drug. The drug has the power o1,
<br />inducing sleep and producing pleasant
<br />and fantastic dreams. Continued use of
<br />hasheesh renders its devotees wild and
<br />reckless and results in a complete
<br />wreck of their mental and physical
<br />constitution.
<br />For this reason the Egyptian govern
<br />ment prohibited the Importation of the
<br />drug and entered into a convention
<br />with Greece to prevent Its exportation
<br />from there to Egypt, where the con•
<br />sumers of hasheesh are very numerous.
<br />The drug Is practically never used in
<br />Greece, but is now exported to the va- ,
<br />nous ports in England, Austria, France
<br />and Italy, and from there much, no
<br />doubt, ultimately dada its way to
<br />Egypt
<br />BRIGHT SAYINGS.
<br />A Little Batoh of Stories Related by
<br />an Englishman.
<br />The sultan of Turkey bad sent the
<br />queen of Spain a diamond bracelet..
<br />She had the stones reset in earrings
<br />and called the fact to the attention of
<br />Fuad Pasha, the Turkish envoy.
<br />"His majesty," replied Fuad, "will be
<br />delighted that your majesty gives an
<br />ear to what comes from Constantino-!
<br />pie."
<br />To the same Fuad an Englishwoman
<br />impolitely said. "How many wives
<br />have you7'
<br />"The same number as your husband,
<br />madam," said the wily Turk. 'The I
<br />only difference is that he conceals one;
<br />of his and I do not."
<br />When Robert Lowe married and said,
<br />"With all my worldly goods I thee en-
<br />dow," he grumbled to his wife after-'
<br />ward, "And at the time I hadn't a,
<br />brass farthing."
<br />"Oh, but, my dear, you forget there
<br />is your genius."
<br />Lowe replied, "Weil, you cannot say
<br />I endowed you with that"
<br />In a much older story Frederick the
<br />Great is represented as saying angrily
<br />to the English ambassador of the day,
<br />"England is now without an ally upon
<br />the continent except God."
<br />Sir Hugh Elliott instantly replied,
<br />"Yes, sire, but God is an ally that de-
<br />mands no subsidy."—From "Rambling
<br />Reminiscences," by Sir Henry Drum-
<br />mond Wolff.
<br />The World Goes On.
<br />We all imagine that our work is im-
<br />i
<br />portant and that no one can do it as
<br />well as we do, but the world has been
<br />constantly improving in spite of the
<br />fact that every man dies at the end of
<br />a short time.—Atchbon Globe.
<br />Ready Remedy.
<br />Author—I am troubled with insomnia.
<br />I lie awake at night hoar alter' hour ^g'
<br />thinking about my literary work. Hla twB'lrst Actor—I a>p Ih a goaadary. i
<br />[Mend—How very foolish of yogi why have been oQsesd an osi't n sgat w
<br />don't you get Sp cad read paribus of 10 a managed cad I don't kawr bow
<br />It? te set Beoomd Aetoe_Weii. daa't woes
<br />i rye T6q'il coos Sad It out
<br />LAW AND LITERATURE.
<br />Writers Who Might Have Won Reputa-
<br />tion at the Bar.
<br />The old connection between law and
<br />literature was strengthened by the late
<br />Bir Lewis Morris, who practiced as a
<br />conveyancer in Lincoln's Inn while he
<br />was establishing his reputation u a
<br />poet. There have been several poets
<br />who have abandoned the steep places
<br />of the bar for the elopes of Parnassus,
<br />but the late Sir Lewis Morris is the
<br />only poet of repute who has found the
<br />tasks of conveyancer not incompatible
<br />with the cultivation of the muse. R.
<br />D. Blackmore, the author of "Lorna
<br />Doone," practiced u a conveyancer for
<br />several years. Sir Walter Scott, speak-
<br />ing of himself and law, said, "There
<br />was no great love between us, and it
<br />pleased heaven to decrease it -on fur-
<br />ther acquaintance." Most of the poets
<br />who have sprung from the legal profes-
<br />sion appear to have entertained the
<br />same unfavorable view. Cowper, who
<br />was a fellow pttpil of Lord Thurlow in
<br />an attorney's once, was called to the
<br />bar at the Middle Temple, but he quick-
<br />ly yielded himself to the charms of
<br />literature. Denham was a member of
<br />Lincoln's Inn, and Thomas Gray, the
<br />author of the famous "Elegy Written
<br />In a Country Churchyard," studied for
<br />the bar, but neither of these got beyond
<br />the apprenticeship stage. Barry Corn-
<br />wall was a solicitor.—Law Journal.
<br />A HOMESICK PIONEER.
<br />Peelle Plaint of One of the Early Set-
<br />- tiers In Missouri.
<br />In wonder the people of today read
<br />of the persistent cheerfulness with
<br />which the pioneers went about the
<br />business of settling the great west.
<br />Nevertheless It somehow gratifies the
<br />weakness of human nature to know
<br />that there was now and then a wearer
<br />of the deerskin leggings and coonskin
<br />cap who grumbled.
<br />One early settler who went from a
<br />snug New England village to the fever
<br />haunted prairies along the MlMouri
<br />was moved to put his complaints into
<br />rhymes, one of which has survived
<br />and is now carefully preserved by the
<br />descendants of the early settler, who
<br />live surrounded by the peaceful pros-
<br />perity and comfort of a Missouri farm
<br />right in the heart of the anathematized
<br />prairie:
<br />Oh, lonesome, windy, grassy place,
<br />Where buffalo and snake prevail—
<br />The first with dreadful lookjng face,
<br />The last with dreadful $standing taU—
<br />I'd rather live on camel hump
<br />And be a Tankee Doodle beggar
<br />Than where I never see a stump
<br />And shake to death with fsver'n seer.
<br />Judging from the last line, one might
<br />Conclude that an acute attack of "ager
<br />had suddenly prevented him from con-
<br />tinuing.
<br />Victims of Heredity.
<br />It has been shown that criminal
<br />tendencies depend on heredity and so
<br />clal and physiological circumstances.
<br />The most important of these is hered-
<br />ity. Just as no amount of ambition
<br />will enable a man to write a Shake-
<br />spearean drama if be have not the
<br />talent, so it U preposterous to expect
<br />in a child of vicious parents, brought
<br />up among vicious snresoadinp, that
<br />moral tons which would characterise
<br />the Unset type of hnmanklnd.—Strand
<br />Marseille.
<br />Precious Models.
<br />"Jest think, somebody broke into my
<br />studio last night. Unfortunately I bad
<br />just begun a study in still lite."
<br />"Was it stoles?'
<br />"No, but the modals war —a ham asd
<br />some sausages."—Landon Tit-atta.
<br />CHURCH TIME.
<br />Quaint Ways of the Early Dutch cost.
<br />tion In the New World.•
<br />As early as 1659 the Dutch settler,
<br />at Kingston, N. Y., erected with their
<br />own hands a little church buiidlug and
<br />dedicated it the following year. When
<br />a regular minister arrived front hol-
<br />land the same year, writes Mrs. Nellie
<br />Urner Wallington in "Historic Churches
<br />of America," he found himself a dome
<br />ince with a membership of but six-
<br />teen souls and a salary paid in wheat,
<br />whicb was then legal tender among
<br />these humble tillers of the soil.
<br />In 1694 a bell was imported and gave
<br />such pleasure to the members of the
<br />little parish that they used it to an-
<br />nounce the hours for meals for the
<br />farmers of the neighborhood.
<br />The observance of one quaint cus-
<br />tom was reminiscent of their former
<br />life In Holland—the announcement by
<br />the gray haired sexton between the
<br />ringing of the first and last church
<br />bells that the hour for service had ar-
<br />rived.
<br />From door to door he traveled, rap-
<br />ped loudly and cried, "Church time!"
<br />Notices of all kinds, whether of fu•
<br />aerate, christenings, weddings or mer•
<br />rymakings, were handed first to the
<br />sexton, who in turn gave them to the
<br />clerk, who stuck them on the end of
<br />the bamboo pole which he kept sot
<br />that purpose and reached them up to
<br />the dominie.
<br />At the termination of the service, as
<br />in other Dutch churches, the deacons
<br />took up the collection with long poles
<br />having little velvet bags hung on the
<br />ends and a tinkling bell to wake the
<br />Bleepers to the responsibilities of n
<br />contribution.
<br />THE DUCK SHOVER.
<br />A Man Who Gets Things on the Bounce
<br />and the Nod.
<br />An amusing dialogue occurred be-
<br />tween Judge Willis, K. C., and a plain-
<br />tiff who sued a man for the value of
<br />a quantity of grain supplied.
<br />His honor said be had received a
<br />letter from the defendant, who said he
<br />could offer only half a crown a mouth.
<br />"That;" continued his honor, "will take
<br />six years to get rid of the debt,"
<br />Plaintiff (emphatically) -1 would wlli-
<br />ingiy forgive a poor man. but when
<br />you find he is a "awanker" and doing
<br />every one in the neighborhood it puts
<br />your back up. (Laughter.) We have
<br />to cut things very tine In order to get
<br />a shilling or two, and then these gen-
<br />try come "swanking" about the coun-
<br />try as If they were toffs. i am told
<br />by others that he Is nothing more than
<br />a "duck shover." [Laughter.]
<br />the Honor- 1 what shover? (Loud
<br />laughter.]
<br />Plaintiff—Duck shover, your honor, a
<br />man who gets things on the bounce
<br />and the nod. [Renewed laughter.]
<br />His Honor—You mean a man wbo
<br />gets people to let him have things on
<br />credit by representations that are not
<br />correct? Is that what you mean to
<br />convey by your big phrases—duck
<br />shover and so forth? [Laughter.)
<br />Plaintiff—That's it—duck shover and
<br />swanker. (Renewed laughter.]
<br />An order to pay 5 shillings monthly
<br />was made.—London News.
<br />For Husbands.
<br />A clergyman took down a small vol-
<br />ume
<br />"l'.bts Is called." he said, "the 'In-
<br />structions of Ptah-ho-Tep.' It Is one of
<br />the very oldest papyrus writings
<br />known. it gives among other things
<br />advice to husbands, and that advice is
<br />as good today is it ever was. Listen."
<br />And he read:
<br />"'If thou be wise, furnish thy house
<br />well.
<br />"'Woo thy wife ever, and never
<br />quarrel with her.
<br />'Nourish her daintily.
<br />"'Deck her out, for fine dress is her
<br />greatest delight
<br />"'Feed her upon sweets.
<br />"'Perfume her.
<br />"'Make her glad with praise.
<br />"'Adorn her with jewels, feathers
<br />and the skins of beasts as sumptuously
<br />as thy purse will suffer."'
<br />How Much He Thought About Her.
<br />They were on their way to the the-
<br />ater, and she was tremulously happy.
<br />She felt that the words she longed to
<br />hear would be spoken that night. and
<br />the idea made her almost dizzy with
<br />delight
<br />"Mr. Sampson," she said softly. "why
<br />do you wear that bit of string upon
<br />your finger?'
<br />"Oh," replied Mr. Sampson, taking it
<br />off, "that was to remind me of my en-
<br />gagement with you tonight."
<br />It wasn't much, but It was enough to
<br />take away the delightful dizziness.—
<br />Lapdog Chronicle.
<br />The First Advertiser.
<br />The author looked up from the first
<br />chapter of his mammoth "History of
<br />Advertising."
<br />"I wonder," he murmured, "who
<br />could have been the first manufac-
<br />turer to advertise. It is an Item that
<br />would fit in well here."
<br />"There is no extant data on the sub-
<br />ject," said the farmer, "but 1 have
<br />every reason to believe that the ben
<br />is the person you are looking tor."—
<br />New Orleans Times -Democrat
<br />A Thirst For Knowledge.
<br />Caller—I wish you would tell me
<br />what the real difference is between a
<br />Stradivarius and any other violin. In-
<br />tormatdos Idltor—Weil, sometimes it Is
<br />as much as *„000.—Chicago Tribune.
<br />The happiness of lite eoosbbs la
<br />ae et.'fleg to dA something to love and
<br />Semethlag to hope tor.—Dr. Chalmers.
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