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Yt THES G AZ E r ETE. '130S 1V3Ib91SIH V1.13S3NNIW VOL,. L. ---No. 37. HASTINGS. MINN.. SATURDAY. JUNE 6, 1908. 1111 per Year in Advance. ORKIE WITH CI.ASS The Way the Different Color Ef- fects Are Produced. FREAKS OF THE BLOWPIPE. Quaint Specimen Shapes That Are Sometimes Dropped From the Puntil How Bottles Are Made by the Clever and Dexterous Workmen. If a stranger enters the glass works on a dark night he will find not only beauty in the blowing operations, but a great deal of humor, with an uncap• ny weirdness In flame and shadow that must affect his imagination to some extent. The building is circular, with a chimney sticking up through the mid - die of it, from the top of which a pe collar intermittent light is flickering In the center of this building, under neatb the chimney, stands a conical furnace of brick containing perhaps nc fewer than eight holes which are like fiercely glaring suns and from which pour expanding broad rays of orange colored light. If your eyes are strong enough to look through the holes from which the orange beams of light emerge you see several hundredweight of molten metal shining silvery green in as many earthen dome shaped melt- ing pots. Tne nature of different kinds of glass Is dependent upon the quality of the raw material, called "batch," put intc the melting pots. "Batch" is a mixture of such materials as Calais sand, 01 common river sand abounding in silica, salt cake, or sodium carbonate and much lime. Blue colors may be ob- tained btained by adding oxide of cobalt, green by means of a chrome, black by man- ganese and umber. The moss of molten metal got from this opaque, earthy looking "batch" has frequently to be skimmed of impurities, but it is never• theless a problem whence comes that wonderful and enduring transparency which everybody likes to see in glass. Until the hour strikes for the work- men to commence operations you may Ind them experimenting for amuse- ment or profit with the blowpipe. Yon will see many an enormity produced in glass the like of which can scarcely ever have been dropped from a puntil before. Specimens are blown out to the thinness of a tissue paper bag. width mother gaff of ?bind explodes with a crack, or a glowing glass peat la for very wantonness knocked off the puntil so that it may vanish with a re- port on the floor, its hue and heat be• Ing extinguished immediately. The Boor all around the furnace chamber is cov- ered with brittle shining splinters and particles of glass, which crackle under- foot at every step. One of the men may bring you a mass of metal on a blowpipe and ask you to expend a few cheekfuls of wind upon it. The pipe takes no wore blowing than a trom- bone, though it lacks a mouthpiece, and you may expand the bubble until it Is black and cold, so fragile that It will break Into a myriad pieces 11 you touch it. The molten glass is so ductile that it may be spun out into a thread, and the men often vie with each other to see who can make the longest and thinnest strand. At the signal to commence work the rpen already partly stripped to the waist, poke their four foot blowpipe through the hole of the crucible oppo- site to which they work, twisting it round until it has taken up sufficient of the ropy and viscid glass for one bot- tle. The man who is clever at his work will, of course, gather up neither too much nor too little for the thlclmess of the bottle required. He can tell with- out looking through the furnace holes when he bas enough by the weight added to his pipe. Thus all around the fiery furnace there are figures moving continually across the lurid light, most of them dexterously wielding their blowpipes and balancing at the end of each one the exact quantity of vitrified matter to make a bottle. The amateur would find it difficult to balance the molten mass. The chances are that it would drop on the floor, never to be picked up again. At the same moment you will see bot- tles in all stages of growth—some glit- tering gold, others cooling down to orange or red, some In the forms of plummets or dazzling pears, others as incandescent bosses threatening to be- come fragile bladders. It Is all as charming as a pyrotechnic display. You will see the black blowpipe twirled round, blown down, held up like a gun barrel, then in the form of an incan- descent lamp globe turned round on a beeswazed cast iron implement called a warier, on whose edge the bottle neck is formed. It is held up once more, blown into, then shut up In a cast iron mold placed at the operator's feet somewhat below the level of the ground. This mold is opened and closed by a wire spring, which the opera- tor presses with his feet, and directly the red hot bottle is inclosed he blows down the pipe once more so as to fill It completely. A man goes round from mold to mold inserting a rod into the neck of each bottle and collecting a trayful to go to the annealing chamber. Here tbe bot- ties are stacked up for a gradual cool- ing process, which may possibly last thirty-six hours. This gives them the desired strength. The annealing proc- ess is a cure for their natural fragility and enables them to stand the test of boiling water.—London Globe. Anger begins in folly and ends in repentance.—Pythagoras. - • THE LAND OF GRAVES. ltncient Egyptians Believed In Con- stant Reminders of Death. To the Egyptian death was but the beginning of a career of adventures and experleut5 es compared with which the most v�(•id etnotlons of this life were tame. (( IIe lived with the tear of death before his eyes. Everything around him reminded him of that dreadful initiation Into the mysteries of the tremendous after life for which his present existence was but a prep- aration. His cemeteries were not hid- den away in remote suburbs; his dead were not covered with mere grassy mounds or a slab of stone. The whole land was his graveyard; its whole art was of the mortuary, "Are there no graves in Egypt that thou hast brought us into the wilderness to die?" asked the Israelites in derision, and we may believe that Moses winced at the sar- casm. Egypt is the land of graves, and the whole energy of the people that could be spared from keeping life together was devoted to death. The mightiest tombs In thti world—the pyramids— were raised upon the deaths of multi- tudes of toiling slaves. The hills were honeycombed passages and galleries, chambers, pits, all painfully excavated In honor of the illustrious dead and sculptured and painted with elaborate skill to snake them fit habitations for his ghost. Wherever he looked the Egyptian be- held preparations for the great turning point of existence. The mason was squaring blocks for the tomb chamber; the potter molded images of the gods or bowls and jars to be placed in the grave for the protection or refreshment of the Ka, exhausted with the ordeals of the underworld; the sculptor and painter were at work upon the walls of the funeral chamber, illustrating the scenes through which the ghost was to pass or depicting the industrious life of the departed. The very temples which cluster along the levels beside the Nile were In a sense but vestibules to the tombs In the hills behind. The sacred lake, now the weedy, picturesque haunt of water- fowl, was then the scene of solemn ferryings of the dead. The temple walls were covered with the terrors of the judgment to come. The houses of the lying, indeed, were built of per- ishing mud, but the homes of the dead and the shrines where supplication was made to the gods who ruled their fate were made to last forever. On these all the strength, the science and the artistic skill of the ancient Egyptians were cheerfully lavished.—London Sat- urday Review. A Preserve Owner's Sick Trout. A man whose experience as a sports- man had been limited to an occasional day's fishing In the mountains bought for himself a place with a fine trout preserve on Long Island. He looked forward with great Interest to the last opening day, as that would be his first opportunity to fish In his own pond, and when the day at last arrived the first streak of daylight found him leav- ing his house, rod in hand. A. day or two later a sportsman friend inquired as to what luck he had had. "I caught plenty of fish, and big ones, too," responded the owner of the preserve. "There are plenty of front in the pond, but they all seem to be sick." "Why, what's the matter with them?" asked the sportsman. "Well," answered the preserve own- er, "to tell the truth, we were afraid to eat them. Their flesh is pink, and I never saw a brook trout that color be fore." "Don't you know, man," exclaimed the sportsman, with a laugh, "that any trout will turn pink if it lives in salt water? Your pond empties into the sound, and of course the trout run in and out. The next time you have any of that sort of sick trout just send them in to me, and I'll eat them for you with pleasure."—New York Times. A Tiny State. The miniature republic of San Ma- rino is a mere dot on the map of Eu- rope, being the smallest state in the world as well as the oldest independ- ent republic. Its area Is thirty-eight square miles, only little less than twice that of the island of Manhattan. It lies entirely in Italy, but is wholly independent. Its situation is on the easterly side of the Etruscan Apen- nines and about twelve miles from Rimini, on the Adriatic sea. The fron- tier is only twenty-four miles in length, and the population would make only a small city ward, numbering less than 12,000. There is no public debt, and the annual expenses met by taxation amount to $60,000. The country has bronze and silver currency, coined by Italy, 158,000 lire of the latter and 105,- 000 of the former. The principal ex- ports are wine, cattle and stone. The military force of the republic numbers 88 officers and 950 men. Wisdom. Neighbor- -Do you think your slater is in love with Mr. Simpkins? Little Dora—Of course not She allows us children to remain in the parlor when he calls.—Exchange. Had Lifted One. "Pa, these burglars that blew up a store"— "Go on." "Are they shoplifters?"—Kansas City Times. Yes and No. "Are you able to keep a cook?' "Financially, yes; diplomatically, no."—Washington Herald. Used In millions of ' homes CALUMET BAKING POWDER It is put up under the supervision of a competent chemist, from the finest materials possible to select, insuring the user light, wholesome, easily digested food. Therefore, CALUMET is recommended by leading physicians and chemists. Perfect in Qualityl, Economical In Use Moderate In .Price Calumet is so carefully and ..vier - :y prepared that the neutralization of the ingredients 1. :. .I; perlcct. There- fore, Calumet IcaJes no R0cl:0:ic oC .‘luta In the food. It Is chemically correct, •• . • r )(Jur stomach,. sake. use Calumet. For economy's..,5,, buy t'"Iumet. 51,000.00 given 'or any substance In- hirlous to health found in Calumet. Do You Remember? And the other fishing days when you got up before dawu and stole down- stairs to the dim kitchen—a drink of milk, u doughnut and a triangle of pie, then you stole out quietly to the barn and got the spading fork; then the search, armed with fork and tomato eau, under the broad leaves of the rhu- barb bed, back of the henhouse and down by the cow barn until you bad enough worms fur th:' day's sport. Then of course you left the fork stick- ing in the ground—you never would learn to put things away—and started off; through the garden and orchard, stopping long euough for a handful of currants and a pocketful of sopsavines —over the pasture bars, eating a hand- ful of huckleberries or low bush black- berries here and there; into the wood road—very dark and still In the dawn —where you stepped along very quietly so as not to disturb the bears (you knew perfectly well there were no bears, but you rather enjoyed the creepy sensation); then out through the deep wet meadow grass to the riv- er, where the sun was now beginning to burn away the wisps of mist and the red winged blackbirds were mak- ing a tremendous fuss over their house- keeping. You reached the river bank at the pout hole or the big rock or the old willow (of course you know the ex- act place), and then you started fish- ing.—Atlantic. Suction. People often speak of cbituneys "drawing." We also speak of the suc- tion of a pump. There is not so much harm to these expressions, except that they are liable to lead us away frog( the true state affairs. But In truth there is no such thing as suction. Suc- tion is merely partial or entire absence of pressure in one place which enables the greater pressure of air or fiuld In another place to rush in. In the case of the chimney the heated air in it does not weigh so much as an equal volume of cold air, and 1f the alt In the chimney, tbe air in the room an.l the outside air were all the same tem- perature there would be no tendency W any motion. But when the air to the chimney is hot it does not press downword so much as the colder sur- rounding air presses upward. Conse- quently an upward current is started and will continue if the air In the chimney is kept hot—A. S. S. Ackerman in London Express Changed the Name. He had given up town life, with Its cares and dissipation, and was living hi the country. 'What a charming cottager' exclaim- ed a dainty lady visitor from London. "What have you called it?' "I have called it the Nutshell," he told her, and she exclaimed: "Oh, how delightfulr' After tea and cakes she took the train back to London, where she re- mained for six months. Then dee "ran down" to see him again. "As sweet as ever!" ebe told him. "But yon have changed the name! Why Is it now Chez Nous?' "Why?" he responded, with some warmth. "Because I was tired of be- ing jollied! Because I was tired of being kidded! There isn't a boy for a mile round who hasn't stopped and rung the doorbell every time he passed to ask if the colonel was !n!"—London Telegraph. Origin of Myths. The human mind, whether that of the savage or the civilized man, Is naturally a thinking machine. In early i times, before science was born, the phenomena of nature required an ex- planation, and the savage beholder shaped the myth, which satisfied his untutored mind. It is out of man's uatural craving to know the "reason why" that all myths are bora As the distinguished anthropologist, Tylor, puts it, "When the attention of a man in the myth making stage of intellect is drawn to any phenomenon which has to him an obvious reason, he in- 1 vents and tells a story to account for it" In such way alt mythology orig- inated. A Forgetmenot, Citiman—You ought to know some- thing about flora and that sort of thing. Tell me, what is a "forgetmenot?' Subbube—Why, it's a piece of string that your wife ties around your finger when you go in town on an errand.— Philadelphia Press. The Servant Girl In Germany. In most German households there is no such thing as the strict division of labor insisted ou hero. Your cook will be delighted to make a blouse for you, and your uurse will turn out in the dining room, while your chambermaid will take the child for an airing if you order It so. They are more human in their relation to their employers. The English servant fixes a gulf between herself and the most democratic mis- tress. The German brings her intimate joys and sorrows to a good berrscbaft and expects their sympathy. When a girl has bad luck and en- gages with n bad, herrschaft she is worse off than in Egland because she is more in the power of her employers and of the police than she would be here. She has to have a dlenstbucb, an official book in which her age and personal appearance are registered. In this book her employers write her character. it Is ander the control of the police and has to be shown to them when she leaves and wben she entero a situation. It Is hardly necessary to say that when a girl does anything seriously bnd and her employers record it in the book the book gets "lost" Then the police interfere and make it extremely disagreeable for the girl. Restaurant Stories. "I don't care for the vulgar type of restaurant story," said a New York ho- tel keeper. "I refer to that type where the guest shouts angrily to the wafter: "'Ugh, this steak Is not fresh! What a horrible smell! Isere, waiter, judge for yourself!' "But, shaking his bead, the wafter points to the next table and answers grimly: e set, wrong. It's the other gentleman's fish.' "Or the story of the man who com- plained about his plunked shad, wind- ing up: "'I hope you don't think me unrea- sonable, waiter?' "'No, no, air,' the waiter answered. 'You're the sixth person what has com- plained about that portion of shad, "On a somewhat higher plane are the meat stories. Thus a strange guest says: "'Surely this isn't a barber shop as well as a restaurant? I see a lot of razors lying about.' "'Oh, no, sir!' says the waiter. 'Those are for the steak customers. Did you say steak, sir?" pardon, sir, you're quite Youthful Logic. Mrs. L., a young and inexperienced Sunday school teacher, was at times sorely perplexed how to answer the questions put to her by some of her unusually bright pupils. One day just after she had finished telling the chil- dren the story that Adam was the first man God created quiet reigned In the class room for several minutes. Sud- denly up jumped little Rosie and in a piping voice said, "Oh, teacher, you for- got to toil us whether God created Adam right away a man or a baby!" Embarrassed Mrs. L. looked up to the ceiling and then to the children for an inspiration. Happily ebe quickly spied Betty's little hand raised above the others eager to answer the question. "Teacher, I am surprised my slater Rosie should ask such a foolish ques- tion. Why, God must have created Adam right away a big man, because if God had created him a baby he would have had to have a mother to take care of him." Curious Book Titles. Curious book titles are always being rediscovered, mostly from that prolific period the commonwealth, when sanc- timony was supreme. Thus: "John Dances Better Than Peter; Peter Dances Better Than John; Both Dance Well" (a vicious attack on the Jesuits, In five volumes). "A Sigh For the Sinners of Zion, Coming From a Hole In the Wall, by an Earthen Ves- sel, Known Among Men as Samuel Fisher" (was this how taverna came to take the sign of the "bole In the wall?')—London Scrape. Smyrna Emery Exhausted. It would appear from a recent ac- count to the daily consular reports that the mines near Smyrna, whence the finest emery stone is procured, have now practically become exhaust- ed, and as the ore has at present to be extracted from long and deep under- ground galleries the cost has been doubled. OUR SAILORS' UNIFORMS. Copied From England and Not Rep- resentative of America. All are familiar with the American man-of-war sailors suit, but has any one ever stopped to consider how he comes by it sad what the origin of 1t le? With the exception of the fit itself and the stars in the corner of the collar the whole suit Is copied from the Eng- lish. One would hare thought that by this time the American nation would have fallen upon some original cos- tume for its nary in some way more representative of America. In the early days of the British navy It was still the custom to tie the hair In a cue after well greasing It, but much annoyance was felt by the men in consequence of the oil getting on the rough serge of their jumpers or blouses. This caused the blue collar of the same material as the jumper to be added, but without much success, as the collar !Joked quite as untidy, so at length the Idea of putting the blue drill one over the serge was adopted, the drill collar being a separate ap- pendage and therefore easily washed and kept clean. The lanyard was worn to represent the ropes and rig- ging of the ship, and the jackknife in- dicated that (to be paradoxical) the bluejacket's object in life was death— to his enemy. In those days the neck was exposed, but as time went on and more thought was given to the weltaro of the men this was found to be injurious to the health; hence the substitute of the white neck flannel, white being used to give the effect of the uncovered neck. The two rows of white braid at the top of the cuff represent England and Ireland, the one row at the bottom showing that Scotland bad not become annexed. The rows of braid on the collar represent wholly and solely the victories of Nelson. At the opentng of Lord Nelson's grand career and his first great vic- tory at Aboukir the first row of braid was put on the collar, and Jack was a proud and happy mac, and he became still prouder and happier when Aboukir was followed by 'Nelson's greater vic- tory at Copenhagen, and the second row was added. But he became tbe proud- est and happiest man and, alas, also the most sorrowful and grief stricken, when that great hero and magnificent example of naval courage lost his life In his last victory at Trafalgar, and so the third row of braid went on, but there was no wore to come after it, for "the teat pipe" had sounded for the gallant sailor, his last fight fought, his last victory won. To signify the mourning which filled the hearts of all English sailors the black scarf was added. This was the origin of the British tar's uniform, which is both historical and biographical and dear to the heart of all English people.—New York World. A Rather Novel Complaint. An English traveler once met a com- panion sitting in a state of the most woeful despair and apparently near the last agonies by the aide of one of the mountain lakes of Switzerland. He inquired the mune of his sufferings. "Oh," said the letter, "1 was very hot and tbirsty and took a large draft of the clear water of the lake and then sat down on this stone to consult my guidebook. To my astonishment, I found that the water of this lake Is very polsonotle! Oh, I am a gone man; I feel it running all over me. 1 have only a few minutes to Live! Remember me to"— "Let me saw the guidebook," said his friend. Turning to the passage, be found. "I: eau du lac eat bleu pols- soneuse" (The water of this lake abounds in fish). "Is that the ln000Ing of It?' "Certainly'." The dying moot looked op with a ra- diant conntemmnre. "What would have become of yon." said his friend, "1f I had not met your' "I should Imre died of imperfect knowledge of the French language." A Groat Man's Simple Speech. I wns lately told a delightful story of a great statesman staying with a humble and anxious host who had In- vited n party of simple and unimpor- tant people to meet the great man. The statesman came in late for din- ner and was introduced to the party. He made a series of old fashioned bows in all directions, but no one felt in a position to offer any observations. The great man at the conclusion of the ceremony turned to his boat and said to tones that had often thrilled a listening senate; "What very conven- ient jugs you have to your bedrooms. They pour well." The social frost broke up, the company was delighted to find that the great mac was inter- ested in mundane matters of a kind on which every one might be permitted to have an opinion, and the conversation, starting from the humblest conven- iences of daily ilfe, melted insensibly into more liberal subjects.—Arthur 0. Benson in Putnam's and the Reader. An Expert Caner. Mme. R. wishes to secure a new but- ler. "You know bow to serve the ta- ble and especially can you carve welt?' she asked an applicant "Madam may rest assured of It," be replied. "When one has been ten years a surgeon's servant In a dl»ecting room one ought to understand his busi- ness." The Natural Kited. "What sort of steed do you suppose was most popular daring the days of chivalry?' "I suppose it was a knight-mare."— Baltimore American. Sleepwalking, Women and children are more apt to suffer from somnambulism than men, possibly because their brain is more delicately poised and therefore more easily influenced by dreams. A som- nambulist nearly always walks with his eyes wide open. the pupils being much dilated. He is a dreamer able to act his dreams, and in this state the timid become fearless, the weak strong and the stupid brilliant Their som- nambullatic condition presents many curious anomalies. The somnambulist's sense of hearing is not often suspend- ed, for, generally speaking, be will an- swer questions even if whispered, but often the same ear is deaf to loud noises. The sense of smell la frequent- ly altered. Brimstone and phosphorus are said to be pleasant scents to the somnambulist, and many cannot tell wine from water, as the sense of taste becomes perverted or entirely suspend- ed. Some people walk periodically in their sleep, white others do It spasmod- ically. One German doctor goes to the extreme of asserting that somnam- bulists are attracted by the moon, and thus they walk on roofs of houses and at great heights because they derive a peculiar pleasure from contemplating the moon. A Tiny Death Dealer. A most agonizing death is caused by an insect half the size of a pea—a small black spider. It lives In Peru, in South America, but a few speci- mens have reached Europe In ship- loads of timber. Not long ago a dock laborer was unlucky enough to come upon one lu the Victoria docks while unloading a bark. The tiny death deal- er dropped upon the back of his hand and dug its fangs into his flesh. The bite itself was nothing, but as soon as the poison began to work the man fainted with pain. Soon afterward be came to and lived three days before the end came. This spider's venom scorches up the blood vessels and spreads through all the tissues, caus- ing the most fearful agony a bureau being can have to bear. The worst of it is that the victim lives at least two days, enduring unthinkable anguish the whole time. This spider Is luckily not common. It la known as the "specks," and when a man who knows what the bite means 1s bitten be gen- erally blows out his bralus.—London Chronicle. Extreme Obedience. The Youngs had unexpectedly drop- ped In on the Baileys just as dinner was about to be served. The hostess, considerably disturbed, called her little daughter Helen aside and explained that there would not be enough oysters to go around and added, "Now, you and I will just have some of the broth. and please do not make any fuss about it at tbe table." Little Helen promised to remember and say nothing. But when the oys- ters were served Heien discovered a small oyster In her plate which had ac- cidentally been ladled up with the broth. This puzzled the little girl, as she could not recall any instructions covering this contingency. After studying a few moments she dipped the oyster up with her spoon and, bold - Ing It up as high as she could, piped out, "Mamma, mamma, shouldn't Airs. Young have this oyster too?"- -Chris-tian Register. Countess Hertford's Bell. Edward Seymour, earl of Hertford, in the days of Queen Elizabeth married as his third wife a beautiful young widow who had been engaged to Sir George Rodney, but whom she jilted for Lord Hertford. Sir George Rodney traveled to Amesbury and, putting up at the inn, awaited the homecoming of the earl and countess, who were ex- pected to arrive the next day. The In- fatuated man wrote a dying ode to his fickle lore, using his blood as ink, and upon the arrival of the bridal party be went out to meet them. Lady Hert- ford was agitated and terrified at the appearance of her old lover, and be- fore Bir George could be prevented he drew his sword and, falling on it, ex- pired at Lady Hertford's feet The countess presented a bell to Amesbury church perhaps as a slight penance for her fickleness. The inscription nuns: Be strong In faytbe, prayer, God well, Frances, Countess Hertford's belL Stars That Outshine the Sun. One of the government astronomers, referring to stars that are so distant that they have no measurable parallax, asserts that one of these, the brilliant Canopus, can be said with confidence to be thousands of times brighter than our sun. Whether we should say 20,- 000, 10,000 or 5,000 no one can decide. The first magnitude stars, Rigel and Speca, also are at an immeasurable distance and must, in view of their ac- tual brightness, enormously outshine the sun. The 'Anged and Un'anged. An American actor was once seeing London from the top of a bus. As they swung down the Strand he asked the driver to point out the places of interest "Right you are, alre" agreed the driver, touching his hat. "There's Lugglt 'ill, where they 'ang 'em." A iittle later, "There's parliment 'oases. where they make the laws wot does it across the way. An' there's Westmin- ster habbey, where they burled the good 'ups wot didn't get 'angedr' His Only Chance. "Why did you shake your fist at the speaker?" "Well," replied the congressman, "I didn't want the whole session to slip by without my having made a motion of some kind."—Phlladelubla Ledger. An Exasperating Mamma. The smell boy's mother was the only one who ant utuuovcd, while the small boy himself -most unwelcome addition to the Informal afternoon tea—gleeful- ly galloped around the circular table, daintily spread with silver and china and towered over by a cut glass hunp. "I's a squlreus pony!" shrilled the in- fant joyously as he tossed his flaxen locks and twinkled his besocked lege with ever lucreasing speed. "Mercy! He'll have the lamp over!" shivered a nervous young woman as the human gyroscope stumbled over the edge of a rug, clawed at the table for support, then triumphantly continued circling. Conversation froze on pallid lips as they sat awaiting the Inevita- ble crash. Only the voice of the small boy's mother rippled along serenely. The nervous young woman could stand It no louger. in sheer despair she ventured, "Mrs. Archibald--er--par- don me—your dear little boy"— The lady addressed stared blankly, then grasped the situation. "Malcolm," she said sweetly—"Malcolm, dear, run around in the opposite direction, dar- ling. Mtge Vinton's afraid you'll make yourself giddy."—Woman's HomeCiom- panton. Making It Simple. In the course of his sermon a preach- er in a rural district used the world phenomenon. This word caused one of the members some trouble, for be was unable to attach any meaning to it Finally he determined to seek an ex- planation from the minister and at the close of the service approached ltlm on the subject. "What did yer mean by that there long word yer used In yer sermon?" he began. "Ob, I see you do not know what a phenomenon is," replied the minister. "Well, have you ever seen a cow graz- ing In a field In which thistles were growing';" "Yes; many a time." "That Is not a phenomenon. And no doubt you have often listened to a larit singing merrily away up in the clouds" "'flat, again, is not a phenomenon. But if you saw that cow sitting on a thistle singing like a lark that would be n phenomenon." — Liverpool Mer- cury. Novelty In Cement Wall. There Is a wall of cement in Los An fetes which shores up one side of a building lot that has an artistic value never intended by the builder. Ile had moved his bags of cement on to the ground to be ready for work and was then called away on some other Job for a day or two. In the mean- time one of the very infrequent rains came on, and each sack turned into stone under the action of the water, and the fabric of the sacks themselves was absorbed into the cement so that It was impossible to remove it Cons0• quentiy each sack was wrought Into the wall as 1f It had been a bow'ider on the line of an old stone wall. They were then chinked and bound together with worked cement, and after a time the weather disposed of the gunny sacking, but left the blocks marked with the impress of the weave. The result Is a highly ornamental cement wall, resembling at a little distance a wall of some woven material. Champagne Corks. Champagne corks are made of the very finest Catalonia corkwood. When the tree of that wood la planted, thirty years must elapse before it becomes fit for the first stripping of the bark, and even then the cork is of no use, being much too coarse. After eight years more a second crop arrlres, but that again is of but poor quality, and eight years more, making forty-six years In all. must pass before the grower can reap any material benefit from the tree. Then, again, the great- est care is necese ry for the manufac- ture of the best champagne corks be- cause should they be defective In eine and shape the quality of the wine will suffer. For that reason they are not made by machinery, like the ordinary cork, but are cut by hand. as finer work can be done that way.—Philadel- phia Ledger. Mazarin and His Pictures. Perhaps no more ardent lover of pic- tures ever lived than Cardinal Mararin, minister of the regency during the mi- nority of Louis XIV. Being told that he bad but two months to live, be was soon after seen in his nightcap and dressing gown, tottering along the gal- lery, pointing to his pictures, exclaim- ing: "Must I quit nll these? Look at that Correggl; this 'Venus' of Titian; that incomparable 'Deluge' of Caraccl! Farewell, dear pictures, that I have loved so dearly and that cost me so much!" Exaggerated. Among the begging letters recently received at the office of a benevolent society was one running thus: "This unfortunate young man is the only son of a widow who died child- less, and his earnings maintain his aged Pathe. and infant brothers, whose sole support he is." The secretary of the society wrote on the margin of the epistle the following note: "The circumstances of the case are evidently exaggerated."—London Tat- ler. The Combination. Fellaire (formerly Rusty Rufus)— Well, what do you want? Tuffold Knutt—You wuz kind 'nougb wunst, mister, to give me a dollar an' a kick. Et the two go together, air, Pm ready fur 'am aaala--Qbic o Tribune.