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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 <br />j�!* ifr('Tr itGo <br />0011W t(f, <br />t t <br />.rFrri� <br />Wb <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. <br />alleeneessmwereav <br />0' <br />