Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, February 14, 1896, Image 2

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Bellefonte, Pa., Feb. 14, 1896.
To Florida With the National Editor.
ial Association.
The Carolinas, Georgia and Florida as Seen by
a Watchman Tourist.—Pine Forests, Sand
Swamps, Palmetioes, Palms and Magnificent
Often times when people take long
pleasure journeys into countries ‘they
bave never before visited and are for-
tunate in returning to their homes with
all the faculties still in their possession
I have heard less favored ones remark:
‘“‘now we will have that trip for break.
fast, dinner and supper until we are
simply bored to death.” Fearing that
such things might have been said of me,
during a recent absence in Florida, I
fully resolved never to mention any-
thirg 1 bed seen or heard unless abso-
lutely forced to do so. That this tale of
travel is being written is no indication
that I bave forsworn myself nor would
I have you believe that the public bas
clamored so loud for something that
they must be silenced in such a way.
It is simply a combination of circum-
stances, not necessary to explain here,
that has persuaded me to tell, in the
briefest way possible, what I saw of the
Carolinas and Georgia from a car win-
dow and impressions made during te
days in Florida. >
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The 11th annual cenvention of the
Naticnal Editorial Association having
been appointed by the executive com-
mittee of that body to convene at St.
Augustine, Flcrida,” January 21st to
25th, 1896, I was made the alternate of
the editor of the WATCHMAN and with
carte blanche credentials journiedto that
quaint old town along with twenty-four
other delegates who represented the
Pennsylvania association of editorial
workers. ©
The place of rendezvous for the con-
tingent from the eastern States was
Washington, a city with which you are
all so weil acquainted that I am for-
tunately saved the difficult task of nar-
rating its many interesting places. Ar-
rived at that poirt on Friday, Jan. 17th,
we left the same afternoon in a special
train of four Pullman coaches and one
bagguge for the South. There were
about one hundred and fifty people on
‘the train and so much time was taken
up in getting acquainted with fellow
traveler’s that I did not see much of the
low sandy country that stretched along
the Potomac and as it was quite dark
by the time we reached Richmond very
little knowledge of Virginia land was in
my possession. School boy learning
told me, however, that we had crossed
the Rappananncck at the small town of
Wilderness, had whizzed through Bow-
ling Green and gone over many fields
made famous by the bloody conflicts
enacted upon them and not yet recov-
ered from the impoverishment of an
awful civil war, It was 9 o'clock when
we rolled into Richmond, the city which
“President” Jeff Davis gave to history
as the eeat ofhis forlorn hope.
Supper was served in the rail-road
station restaurant there. I mention
this not because it is an unusual thing
for those of the editorial profession to
take supper when they can get it, but
simply to explain how I misconstrued
8 most unseemly performance to be an
everlasting disgrace to the profession
and a serious reflection on the manners
of what had appeared to me to be a
very intelligent party of people. No
sooner had the train stopped in the shed
and the porter’s call: “Richmond !
the train will stop thirty minutes for
supper. All out this wayf:please!”
bad sounded from ear to car, than one
of the wildest scrambles ensued. Men
and women rushed pell mell for the pie
counters and eating tables. Fat fellows
jostled the thin ones and crowded them
away. Women had their skirts tramp-
led upon and had to retire, all the while
heaping the choicest (?) invectives on
the heads of the clumsy fellows whose
calumniation only ceased when fair lips’
were sealed to hold the pins that were nec-
essary to repair gowns that had broken
connection at the waist. I was utterly
"astounded. It was my first experience
with such an excursion and I laugh
now to think how green I was. While
I waited carefully until the rush was
over and even stood on ceremony as to
whether I or several other tail enders
should enter the restaurant door first the
rest of the party were industriously
making away with what there was to
eat. They had been there before and
knew just what todo. A gnawing that
gnawed in vain that night told me that
the principle of first come first served
was particularly applicable to railroad
eating houses where one hundred and
fifty people were to be served with ac-
commodations intanded for one third
that number. That was my first les
son and I determined to get there after-
wards, no matter what the way.
After leaving Richmond we ran over
the Richmond, Fredericksburg and Po-
tomac R. R. to Petersburg, that town
where many of you will remember there
was considerable mining done in the
early fall of 1864. From Petersburg to
‘Weldon, a small town just over the line
in North Carolina, we traversed some of
the most historic battle grounds of the
war, made especially interesting to us
by the fact that we passed through
Reams, the place where ex-Governor
Beaver lost his leg Like a flash the
train sped by Yellow House which was
General Warren's headquarters during
his campaign along the Weldon rail-
road, the fruits of which were denied
him without cause, when he was re-
lieved, the following yeer, during action
at Five Forks. Every inch of ground
from there into Weldon had been tramp-
led by soldier feet. When we arrived
at the latter place it was midnight.
Notwithstanding wheat seemed like Styg-
ian darkness the train had nov sooner
stopped in the long frame shed than
swarms of little pickaninnies came tumb-
ling towards the cars to earn a dime or
nickle by throwing a somerset or sing-
ing a song. There were a few of us
who went to hunt something to eat and
found the little darkies. About the
only thing we could see was chalky eyes
and shiny teeth and the way those little
fellows would dive for money that was
tossed into the sand at their feet was
funny in the extreme.
Having been very desirous of hearing
a genuine southern darkey melody I in-
duced some of them to sing ‘‘a real jolly
old song for me.” They started off
“There's something gone wrong in the grave-
There's somebody buried in the sea.”
and just about the time that I was an-
ticipating the funny part of it some gen-
tleman in the New York car struck
terror to those little souls by barking
like a blood hound and they disappeared
as mysteriously as they had come. The
train pulled out and a few moments
later we were in bed, where we stayed
until a short distance out of Savannah.
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Savannah, the dreamy, the restful,
the placid city of Georgia, was the first
stopping place. Its cotton traffic, its
naval stores and steamship lines will
not impress the average sightseer nearly
so forcibly as its wide, magnolia-shaded
streets, its moss covered buildings and
the three cent fares on all the city rail-
With its magnificent hotel De Sota,
built st a cost of one million dollars, it
is widely advertised as a health resort.
But Bonaventure, too, is famed! With
the exception of Mt. Auburn near Bos-
ton no cemetery in America 1s con-
sidered more beautiful. Only four
miles from the city it is within the reach
of every traveler even if he has but a
few hours to linger. Great, spreading
live oaks border the avenues and canopy
the* walks and drives. The sad gray
Spanish moss, which festoons and drapes
them, sways and moves with every
passing breeze like Dante’s restless
spirits. Camelias and violets fill the air
with sweetness and here, as in the city,
are palmettoes, Spanish bayonets and
air plants, all growths of a sunny clime.
The average American is credited
with a liking to go; to him Savannah
would be interesting even if it did not
possess a Forsythe park; a Thunderbolt,
or an Historical Society, for itis the
home of Col. B. W. Wrenn; whose
chief concern in life ie the happiness
and comfort of other people and whose
ambition is the success of the Plant
System of railroads, steamships and
hotels. To him are the scribes and their
sisters indebted for some mighty nice
times while doing the west coust of
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To a tourist from the North there is
nothing particularly striking in a Caro-
lina or Georgia landscape, as seen from
a car window. The miles and miles of
pine forests through which the Atlantic
coast line runs are a revelation only to
the later generations that have not been
coincident with the clearing of similar
wooded areas in-this section. Very few
towns are to be seen and fewer farming
communities during the entire journey
across those three States.
An occasional cleared. space, where
the land is a little high, shows itself to
the traveler in the form of a rice plan-
tation. . Rice is grown very largely in
Georgia and is one of the principal prod-
ucts of commerce in that State. As you
well know it was originally native to
the East Indies, yet it can be easily cul-
tivated in any tropical climate. Its cul-
tivation . depends very largely on the |
moisture in the ground. In fact, more
80 than on that in the air. As a result
flooding is necessary at certain seasons
and the great long trenches running
across all the rice fields to be seen are
for the purpose of flooding them when
conditions require. The grain is sown
in the bottom of these trenches, which
are about 18 inches apart, then they are
filled with water until the seed germi-
nates. Draining is next in the order of
procedure, but meanwhile many weeds
have sprung up. They are killed by
turning the water in again and flooding
the flelds for about fourteen days.
At first thought the great swampy
areas of those States impressed me that
it was ideal rice land, but they say the
grain grows better where irrigation is
made artificially and many of the great
rice plantations have been drained, then
afterwards made so that the water could
be turned on at will.
Rice, when ripe, looks very much
like our oats. To give my farmer
friends an idea of its yield I might say
that land will make 15 to 20 bushels of
corn will make 60 to 75 bushels of rough
rice ; 75 bushels of rough rice will make
25 bushels of clean rice, which at 60
pounds to the bushel, at the low rate of
13 cents per pound, gives $50 per acre.
Rice straw and hulls are a fair feed and
good fertilizer. .
These plantations are not enclosed by
fences and the few crude huts that are
to be seen scattered about the edges of
the clearing are the homes of the negro
cultivators —not owners.
As the train sped on there was not to
be seen that ever changing panoramic
that is so delightful along the lines of
many northern railroads. The land
looked all the same—flat and sandy—
most of it covered by water and the lit-
tle of it that is dry supporting a scanty
growth of crab grass. :
Shortly after we left Savannah I no-
ticed that the tall pines all had been cut
around the bottom. A ring had been
made about two inches wide balf way
around the trunk of the tree and about
two feet from the ground. Such in-
cisions form the outlet of the resinous
sap of the turpentine pine. It is collec-
ted and carried to portable mills where
it is worked into the resin and turpen-
tine of commerce. This cutting of the
pines does not kill them for after one
balf has been worked the circle of the
ree is completed. The next season an-
other ring is made above the first oge
and so on from season to season until
there are many bands about the base.
Sometimes the train would run for
miles before a house-would be sighted.
Did I say house, yes! but I didn’t
mean exactly that. Perched up on
stilts in the centre of a little clearing,
miles away from God only knows where,
there are little one-story slab huts, often
without windows—only port holes here
and there where boards failed to meet or
the hatchet of the builder had hacked
out more than he intended—about
which can be seen a healthy, happy ne-
gro family. Apparently they have no
means of subsistence, but I was told
that the men and boys and the women
too, for that matter, all find employ-
ment at certain seasons in the rice fields
or turpentine working in the immediate
locality. As a rule they do not go far
from home, though it is nothing un-
usual for them to travel to the distant
fields to pick cotton in the season.
You will wonder why I bave not
told you anything about cotton, the
southern people's beau ideal. The fact
is I did pot traverse the cotton belt,
consequently have no idea further than
that acquired by reading as to its cul-
Returning to the apparently cheerless
habitations of the negroes that seem so
isolated in what appears to be an almost
boundless pinery I want to call your
attention to another field of labor that is
open to them and which partially
accounts for their living in such
lonely places. Most of the locomo-
tives on the railroads in that
region are wood-burners. That is
because coal is more expensive apd
wood so plentiful and easy to get they
make steam with the latter. Usually
beside a‘water tank along the track or
just wherever it is convenient to have
one there is a temporary wharf on which
is piled the pine billets to supply fuel
for the engine. The wood is cut about
two teet long and in thickness making
quarters, halves or whole rounds of trees
according to their circumference.
In talking with a negro engineer who
ran our train from Jacksonville to Sa-
vannah I found out that nearly all of
the engines in use were made at Schen-
ectady, N. Y. To burn wood requires
a larger fire box, decreases the labor-
necessary fire with coal, is cleaner and
steams quicker and stronger. Enough
wood can be piled on a tender to run an
engine an entire day, but to save the fire-
man the trouble of walking so far for it
the trains are stopped oftener to restock.
The only objection to it is that when a
wood burning engine is allowed to
stand for a short time the pitch that has
been intercepted by the spark aresters
hardens and thus makes it quite difficult
to produce a good draft until the engine
has run long enough to burn it out
The change from the pine forests of
Georgia to the the palmetto and palm
dotted scenes in Florida is so gradual
that one almost forgets the one by the
time he has fully realized the other.
The general aspect of the land is about
the same. Sand, sand everywhere, but
in Florida there is even more water cov-
ering it. The live oaks, with their
hoary beards of Spanish moss, a parasit-
ic growth that hangs in wierd festoons
from every branch, that were seen in the
Carolinas are the same in Florida.
Palms that would make the northern
florist dance for joy grow in the rankest
profusion while the crooked cocoanut
palms lend a sort of tropical appearance
that distinguished it from any other re-
gion. I must say that I coud have rid-
den clear through the State and had I
not known that it was Florida I would
never have dreamed that I was in the
land of flowers.
It is with no idea of exploding any | will find many things 10 encourage
of the highly pictured advertisements him ; but oh! how be will be dis
sent out by land improvement com- |
panies you might have read, nor of cast- { who is everywhere in
illusioned by the lazy, shiftless negro,
ing reflections on the integrity of any of | Shanties innumerable are passed which
the good citizens of that sun-kissed |
State that I say that in traveling over a |
thousand miles within its borders I did
not see a single flower that had not |
been cultivated, nor a really pretty spot |
that was not artificial.
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boast only children and dirt and dilap-
idation and this in a country where
sowing means reaping.
From Tampa to St. A. the journey
was made by Waycross and Jackson
ville eo the State might afford grazing
{ and cattle, but if it doe it is in the in-
About one hundred and seventy-two terior, for the poor little cattle, fo
miles southwest of Savannah the railroad
crosses the Suwanneeriver, famed in song
and story. It rises in southern Georgia,
flows in many a turn and twist through
northern Florida and finally empties
into the Gulf of Mexico. Just as the
larger than donkeys noticed here and
there on the coasts were painfully like
Pharoah’s lean kine.
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Av St. Augustine that indefinable
bridge was reached, according to a long | charm of climate, beauty, antiquity,
established custom, the engineer notified | taste, or, whatever it is, lays hold of
the passengers by blowing the whistle | one immediately. Art and nature have
and they with one accord joined in the i worked together and the result is like
old sweet song.
A stop of some hours was made at
a beautiful picture harmoniousin every
detail. The old narrow streets skirted
Suwannee Springs which is fast being by broad white shell roads ; the rich
recognized asone of the health resorts
of the South. The water, strongly im-
pregnated with sulphur, bubbles up and
flows off into the river at .the rate of
45,000 gallons & minute. Ifit has af-
fected half the miraculous cures attrib- ! the like of which are nob 95 this. cna.
uted to it then indeed was Ponce de
Leon on the right track. It is a com-
fortable placa 8 rest a while, even if;
not in search of health, for the hotel is
substantial and modern, the surround-
ings picturesque and pleasant and the
drinks strong and free,
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From the Suwannee Springs to Tampa
the West Coast Line of the Plant sys.
teh runs through acres and acres of
sand and marsh with wiles and miles of
straight pine timber, each tree an exact
duplicate of its neighbor tree and under-
neath, the scrub palmettoes, the twisted
brakes and the gnarled water oaks. It
touches or passes through village after
village as thrifty and prosperous as
those of the North and vastly more
picturesque, with their airy, Lospitable
cottages set amidst ever green and evel
blooming shrubbery. It. reaches the
great phosphate beds which are as rich
as the guano islands of Peru. It taps
cypress swamps containing millions of
feet of marketable lumber. And it
crosses and parallels vegetable and fruit
countries, the like of which are no
where else in the East.
Tampa, a growing bustling town of
twenty-one thousand people, is so like
its busy prototype, North or South, that
facts and figures are looked for at once.
The pay rolls of the cigar factories alone
amount to $75,000 a week. . Of this the
Cuban employees send a percentage
home to their plucky countrymen, who
certainly deserve much kinder treat-
ment than the present administration
has given them. Another fact interest-
ing and surprieing is the ‘reader’ in the
factories, who is an educated Cuban em-
ployed and paid by the employees them-
selves. From a platform in the middle
of the room he reads hour after hour,
four in the morning and four in the
afternoon, current news, history, biog-
raphy or fiction as the others work
and listen. Quiet and orderly, they
have thus acquired an education, which
puts to shame mdny a person of greater
Tampa commercially is all a live
business man would want; but why,
just across the river from this busy com-
monplace stir H. B. Plant, or any other
public benefactor, built a Moorish castle
at a vast expenditure of time and
thought and millions of money for the
traveling public, was not fully appre-
ciated, by one member of the associa-
tion, at least, until a sail down Tampa
Bay was enjoyed. Then the beauty of
it all was realized. The cloudless sky,
the shifting plain of hight green water
glowing incessantly with opalescent
tints ; the white shelly beach and the
dark rich borderland of palmettoes and
pines. The hotel is oriental in design
and magnificence, but American in
size and comforts. He who would at-
tempt to describe its silvery domes and
minarets. its arches and columns, its
rotunda and - hall ways, its pictures
and hangings must indeed be an
artist. Many of its treasurers were
brought from the store houses of Europe
by Mrs. Plant, whose taste is every-
where displayed. The great white ban-
queting hall with its lofty dome and
flutted pillars, excellent meals and
dainty service for surpasses the muchly
lauded “Ponce.” The gardens are beau-
tiful in their tropical luxuriance ; great
oaks spreading their protecting arms
over flowering Japonicas, roses and
pansies ; yellow jassamins growing
rampant up pillar and post orange
trees bearing fruit and, in the gardener’s
domain, spinach and lettuce ready for
use with tomatoes and peas in bloom.
Down the bay is the quarantine sta-
tion ; the great docks of the Plant Sys-
tem, which sends out daily steamships
to Havana, Jamaica, Mobile and the
North, and the Inn which is a perfect
paradise for fisherman as it is built right
on the wharf. Fish are so plenty that
tae shipping and packing of them is one
of the industries of Tampa.
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The philanthropist, who goes south
green foliage glistening in the peculiar,
shadeless sunlight ; quaiot old houses
with their over hanging balconies al-
most touching their neighbor’s across
the way ; the tric of Alameda hotels,
tinent or any other. The city gates
standing like grim eentinels of a de-
parted past; the Plaza green and
beautiful with its monuments, foun-
tains and old slave market all con-
tribute towards waking it attractive
and beautiful,
Antiquarians may dispute its being
the oldest town in the United States
but it certainly is the most fascinating
and “relicky’” one. Some ot the old
coguina houses stili standing and
habitable are said to have been built
by the Huguenots, who took refuge
there in 1562. The city was founded
in 1565, fifty-three years after Ponce de
Leon's discovery. With the State, it
was ceded back and forth from Spain
to England and England to Spain untij
it came into possession of the United
States in 1821 and in all those years its
port was important and its people in-
Some of our most skilled writers
have acknowledged their inability to
define its charm and no wonder for it
is capable of pleasing all classes and
conditions of men. For sea lovers the
fishing is good, sailing better and
bathing comfortable. For invalids—
cheerful blue sky, warm soft air and
invigorating sea breezes. For pleasure
seekers—pleasant rides and drives on
the hard shell roads, country walks,
tennis courts, concerts, gaities and
dances. For the lovers of the beauti
ful the outlook from the sea wall, the
picturesque old fort or the Alhambra-
like hotels with their luxurious courts,
It is said when H. M. Fiagler, one
of the Standard oil millionaires, was a
boy, poor and unknown, his greatest
ambition was to own a hotel. The
Ponce de Leon, the Cordova and the
Alcazar are results of that ambition.
They occupy three squares and face
on the one beautiful court. Built of
the cool gray shell stone, they are all
patterned after Spanish castles but it is
the Ponce alone that wears the laurels.
It is like a beautiful water color in
gray and red and green. Its pearl
gray walls ‘are capped by masses of
red tiling and covered with billows of
green foliage. Its wide loggias are
scented with jassamine and trellised
with roses and its court is cooled with
fountains and floored with mosaics.
Inside, as out, the same exquisite har-
mony prevails for money was used only
as a means for art. :
The quaint old city has
no relic more interesting than Fort
Marion, called so in honor of
General Marion, the Huguenot patriot
of revolutionary farm. It is built of
coquina rock, from Anastasia island
nearby, on the site of the old Spanish
Fort destroyed by Sir Francis Drake
in 1586. Finished in 1756 itis still a
splendid specimen of medieval build-
ing, with its watch towers, water bat-
teries, vaults, casements and time
stained walls. What treachery, what
borrorsiwhat shameless human sacrifice
it has witnessed, but now it stands like
a majestic old sentinel with its green
back ground and ever changing Ma-
tanza. 5
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Just before reaching Ormond a great
change is noticed in the scenery, the
pine barren ceases, vegetation is more
luxuriant and the tropical palmettoes
begin. Ormond is much like Cresson,
with its great pine trees, comfortable
hotels and beautiful drives; but in
front of it is the Halifax, a wide blue
arm of the sea, and just back of it—a
pleasant walk—is the ever surging sea.
. Six miles tslow is. Daytona and in
all Florida there is no place more
beautiful or more home-like with its
intell igent people, its hundreds of com-
fortable homes, its wide oak shaded
streets, and its beautiful palme, It is
an Arcadia for wheelmen and from the
number out every man, woman and
child must indulge. Just across the
river on the way to the beach, peach
trees in full bloom were noticed and
pears almost ready to-pull. The beach
at Daytona is perfect! It is broad and
white and hard as a macadamized
road. Backed by low sand hills cover-
ed with oak and palmettoes, it offers
an endless entertainment to pleasure
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Down the Indian river, the longest
by tar of the inland salt water courses
which bathes the eastern coast, are
i the most profitable orange groves—in-
Jured, of course, by the great freeze,
from which the State will not recover
for years and - which was the first one
of any account in sixty yedrs. The
pine apple plantations, which were a
revelation as many of the travelers
expected to see them grow on trees or
bushes instead of the little low stalks
like low century plants. They bear
in eighteen months after planting and
will reproduce for seven years.
Beautiful and more beautiful grows
the country down the Indian river!
Magnolias, palmettoes, maples and
sweet gums growing rampant in the
tropical clime, the low white beach ;
here and there a lone brown pelican in
the river, and, away across the river
over the low islands, now and then, a
glimpse of the ocean.
Near St. Lucie, Pennsylvania's Re-
publican ring master takes his rest (?)
His cottage is an elaborate affair pain-
fully new and glaring in its yellow
paint. Soon the tall white tower of
“Jupiter Light” immortalized by Con-
stance Fenimore Woolson, appears.
Then more trees, lagoons and ham-
mock—hammocks inFlorida mean a
rich soil ora dense jungle— and the
journey to Palm Beach is ended.
Continued on page 4.
It's Now a Law.
The Anti-Prize Fighting Bill Signed by the
President of the United States—Military Will
Stop the Fight if Needed.
The President signed the anti-prize
fighting bill, and it became a law last
Friday afternoon.
By the signature of the bill the
President has placed upon the Gover-
nor of New Mexico the responsibility
for the prevention of the Fitzsimmons-
Maber mill in that Territory. The
Governor has been informed of the
signature of the act, so that he is fully
aware that it is a law of the land from
that momeat. The federal authori-
ties, however, are disposed to do every-
thing in their power to aesistin the
execution of the law, if the Governor
ehould find it beyond the ability of the
Territorial officers to prevent the fight
in the Territory. To this end the
Governor may, after he has satisfied
himself that his local forces are insuf-
ficient to meet the case, call upon the
United States Marshal for assistance,
and the latter in turn may avail him-
selt of the services of all of the United
States troop in the Department of
Colorado, if that many are necessary,
in order to suppress any illegal gather-
ing or breach of the new law:
Proper instructions will be sent by
the war department to General Wheat-
on, to promptly supply all of the force
requisite, upon the request of the prop-
er authorities, and, altogether, the
national government is prepared to
make it very unpleasant and dangerous
for any person who participates in a
prize fight in any of the federal Terri-
tories, or even gives aid and comfort
to the would-be fighters by assembly-
ing at any point to witness a fight.
Liquor Artificially Aged.
Fusel Oil Destroyed Without Damage to) the
As the subject of alcohol is occupy-
ing a great deal of attention in France,
owing to new measures being passed in
the Senate for placing the manufacture
under State control, a few remarks
may not be out of place on the methods
adopted by some. firms for artificially
ageing alcohol and notably brandy.
The ordinary method of spraying the
spirit into an atmosphere of oxygen,
though improving it, without, however,
giving it the qualities of age, has been
greatly improved by Mr. Villon, whose
process is as follows: The spirit is
heated to a temperature of seventy
degrees Centigrade. Oxygen is then
pumped in at a pressure of from five to
six atmospheres, and care is taken to
maintain the pressure daring twelve
hours, the liquid being agitated at
time. The spirit is then drawn off
and allowed to rest for a week. The
advantages of this method are that all -
traces of tusel oil are destroyed, with-
out deteriorating the aroma of the
spirit, at a trifling cost.—Science News.
For Self-Protection. or
Miss Carrie Onn—Oh, there’s Choll
Fitzinhedd ! And look, Nettie; just
look at that ridiculously funny little
dog he has with him! What in the
world does he drag that animal around
for. ’
Nettie Guy —Self-protection. People
used to laugh at him ; now they laugh
at the dog.—New York Herald.
——“What is the value of this
estate?” said a gentleman to another
with whom he was riding. as they
passed a fine mansion surrounded by
fair and fertile fields. .
“I don’t know what it ia valued at ;
I know what it cost its late owner.”
“How much ?”
“His soul.”