i ! i i . whereabouts of nut-trees; each side seeking EE ———————————————————— re —————————— Bellefonte, Pa., March 30, 1906. es THE ODD EVENT-AND THE CHAM- PIONSHIP, “J don't care il they bave,”’ declared Jessie Folsom, vehemently, throwing another pillow ou the end of the lounge, so that she could sit up and more comfortably enter into the discussion, which was wax- ing warm io the “‘common’’ room in the third story of North Hall—*‘Third North” is was usoally called. “I don’t care if they have. [claim thas the character of our victories outweighs theirs ; and at the best—I mean at the worst—1t is only a tie. And, besides, I don’s favor leaving it to Miss Caldwell, because she is all for oat- door games, while two of our athletic vie- tories were in the gym.” This emphatically delivered opinion was in reply to Lou Winslow's remark that the Solars had won in as many contests as the Polars. The “Solars’ included those girls who roomed in the South Hall local to the south of the main recitation-buildi in the Grovemoor School for Girls, of wh Miss Adeline Caldwell was principal—and bad been when some of the mothers of her present pupils went to school there. The ‘Polars’ included those in North Hall. The two halls were independent as regards their dormitories and dining-rooms, but all the class-room and gymnasium work was in common. Ino the main, the girls were loyal to the set in which Miss Caldwell bad placed them, and this loyalty grew as the months went on. Naturally a friendly ri- valry sprang up between the two balls. It was now the end of October, and near- ly all the old girls had come back, and ere were but a few newcomers. Custom in the school had set the day of the last cross-country run as the ending of the ‘Contest year,” and the debit and credit of all events dated from the previous Octo- ber were contrasted. The discussion which was now going on in Third North was by all thegirls of North Hall, called the day after the cross-country run, which bad been won by Soath alter a bard contest. Ethel Simmons, one of the young ‘‘day’’ scholars, bad, that morning, brought over from South Hall a letter claiming the championship and asking the Polars what course they intended to take to meet their claims to this coveted honor. Lou Winslow had reminded the meeting that each side bad won an equal number of events, the result being—for Sonth : Hook- ey, Oratorical Contest, Tennis, and Cross- Country Run ; while North bad to ber credit Basket-ball, Golf, Gymuasinm Team Work, and Debate. Jessie Folsom bad been on the goll-team and in the debate, and no doubt the memory of the work re- quired to win made her estimate at their full value the victories gained. Hence her belief that the balance was in their favor. The discussion grew warmer and after nearly an hour’s conference nothing further seemed to have been arrived at than that North bad triumphed over her rivals—an opinion that each Polar had already held before she entered the room. The strain of the fruitless discassion was wearing on some, and it was apparent that the meeting would break up if something was not done before long. Louise Winslow was acting as chairman, and her eyes roamed about the room look- ing for help. They rested on Mary Fland- ers, who was coiled up in a wicker chair at the back of the room. ‘‘Polly Flinders,” almost shouted the chairman, addressing that individual by the name the girls had given ber soon after she had come to the school, ‘von haven't said a blessed woud the whole afternoon. Haven't you an idea? What's the nee of being on the goll- team if you can’t help out ina simple thing like this? Can’t you give usa sug- gestion ?"’ “Yes, I can,” said Peily, jompiog up from the lounge and leaning ou the table around which the most of the girls were sitting. *'I think I have a good suggestion but | don't believe any of you will take it. You don't want Miss Caldweil to decide the matter, aud yon won’t draw lots. Now 1 propose that we leave it to John.” (John was the head gardener of the grounds.) “We all know he is fair.” Cries of “Oh ! ob !"" met this statement, for it was well known that old John, who had formerly been green-keeper on a Seateh golf-course, had coached Polly, and would have caddied for her in the tournament il he had not been ruled out at the last min- ute as being a ‘‘professional.’’ Polly glean- ed from this unanimous expression that her proposition was not acceptable. Indeed, ¢he bad not ex it wonld be. “Well,” she went on, ‘il you don’t care for that, what do you say to this? I have been thinking of a plan for some fun this fall, and I don’t see why we can’t have the fanand at the same time settle the muchvex- ed question to the eatisfaction of our friends the enemy. We are now in the midst of that delectable season much looked for- ward to by every man, woman, and child who lias the manbood, womanhood, and childhood’ (Polly was growing eloquent) ‘go call himself a man, woman, aod child —1 mean or child —the harvest.time of the forest. Stripped of all its verbiage—I mean foliage—and getting down to the kernel so to speak, I refer to the putting season. Doesn't that thrill yon? But, honestly, joking aside, what do you say to challeng- ing South to a nutting contest? Don’t faint ! It isn’t intellectual, bat it will be novel.” “Hurrah for Polly !"”” was the chorus that greeted this proposition. The relief was shared by all; and in the enthusiasm the meeting began anew, and before it ad- journed the details had been worked out. They weresimple. The challenge to South was to a contest of nut-gathering, to begin the next Saturday, thirty girls on a side, to start from the sohool at two o'clock and to be back at five-thirty, sharp. Nothing was to be counted but chestnuts and hickory- nots, and four quarts of hickory-nuts were equal to one quart of chestnuts in the final measariog. The challenge was accepted, and then began seven days of preparation for this novel *“‘event,” in which no previons train- ing or mental qualities would render avy assistance unless they were the keenness of observation and the memory of those who bad ‘‘located’’ trees in their frequent ram- bles about the rolling country in the midst of which the sohool was situated. . Every man-servant and maid-servant on the premises was questioned as to the information from every person who could possibly be of help. Lovg walks of in- Speckion wert uaked. The teachers were in great demand as chaperons to accompany small groups from both sides—each re pd different teacher, of course—to call upon neighboring farmers to learn all they knew aa the subjeay and 30 gut their permission to gether the nuts should any trees be on their place. One orusty er, on whom a small party of Polars led by Jessie Folsom called, utterly refused his permis- sion until Jane Oleots, in despair, offered to return bim any nuts Shey sight gather on his farm, ahr Shey had measared at the school. And the offer was accepted. ““T'he stingy old thing !”’ Jessie said as she lefs the house; “I've hall a mind to i out all the worm-eaten ones to give m.” It was fan to see the rival groupe scout- ing the country in search of information. On one puatich 8 Norib and a South toop approached a farm house from opposite di- rections, and a sprinting match was inaog- uniated on the spot to reach the house first —only to find that a balf-hour previously the farmer bad ‘*‘crossed bis breath” and solemnly promised a third group of *‘Miss Caldwell’s young ladies’’ not to tell any- body else what he knew. Whether these earliercallers were Solars or Polars of course he could not say. At last Saturday came, bright and erisp. Impromptu bags of muslin bad been sewed ; the kitchen had heen drawn upon for small salt and flour bags. Helen Robbins and Louise Sinclair, the most ambitious among the Solars, had each ripped up one end of a small lounge pillow and hopefully displayed them to encourage other South Gre by what they had set for themselves as their “stint.” The gronp from South Hall, beaded by Catharine Stearns, with Lou Winslow lead- ing the North contingent, assembled before the entiance of Recitation Hall. Miss Caldwell bad heartily entered into Sie con- sess, and stood with watch in band. At the stroke of two she gave the word ‘Go !"’ and that assemblage of girls scattered as if a bomb bad been exploded on the lawn. Each side bad recorded the reports of each of its sconting parties during that week, and small groups bad been assigned certain *‘govers” in which to hunt, and bad been given directions about other places to which they were to repair after baving exhaneted thelr first assignment. Ae might have been soted, certain trees were known to both gides,and lively contests were being fought out in ball a dozen places at once. Per the greatest fun was when one group would make fora tree unknown to the other side. It was amusing to see some hold back, not wishing to disclose a particularly rich ‘“find’’ to the others. Jessie Folsom drew Mary Flanders to one side as Louise Sinclair and Alice Gor- don camealong. “Walk slowly, Polly,and let those Solars get ahead,” she said; *‘I know two simply on chestnut trees over by that big ulder; and you don’t have to crack the burs, either. I found them yesterday. We'll take in our regular trees later.’ The otber girle, seeing them fall back, of course 8 something of the truth, and they beld back too. Then Jessie and Polly forged ahead and started on a run. Louise and Alice, fearing lest the others might be alter the trees they were assigned to, hur- ried after the two North girls and coon them. When they were out of sight, Jessie and Polly walked over to the boulder and began in earnest. What wens on at a score of other places within a mile radius of the school can be imagined. Here there wounid he North and South girls gathering nuts side by side; over there, a group energetically scouring the ground for the easiest gathering before their ‘“‘Guds’’ shonld be discovered by any rivals who might be in sight and who might have met with poor luck at their trees. Everywhere there was a mad rush and intense excitement. Helen Robbins, justi- tying South Hall's faith in her “divining” wers, had at her first tree filled a modest , and waa using ber tam-o' shanter, which seemed to reach a limitless depth as the growing weight of nuts stretched the loose wool into a veritable knit bag. Al most in every case the harvest had been un- derestimated, and every available pocket was brought into requisition. As the town ¢look sounded five prepara- tions were made for the return. Some struck across country, regardless of ‘‘No trespassing’’ signs, in the hope of being able to locate some ‘‘uncharted’’ tree that bad escaped the others, and so get a fleet- ing five minutes of especially rich pick- ing. The frst to arrive at the school was Lon Winslow, bowed down with a ton of nuts, as it seemed to her—in reality bat five quarts, the record of the day. In a few minutes three South girls came up, prond- ly displaying their burdens. Low's heart sank within her as she feared that each had more than she. Polly Flinder's big bag encouraged her, but thereafter her spirits rose and fell as the other girls deposited their pickings on the porch, on either side of the steps. A few minutes before five- thirty tbe last girl bad come panting up She tops and thrown herself on a piazza chair. Miss Caldwell was there to meet them, and at once sent for John to hiring his measnre from the stable. In the mean- time the chestnuts were being sorted from the hickory-nuts, When Jobn arrived the measuring be gan—first with South’s harvest. It seem- ed to the girls on both sides that John was exasperatingly slow as his clumsy hands filled and emptied the wooden quart meas- ure. “Why didn’t you fill your measure from both lots ?'’ said Lou Winslow,as she viewed the huge piles of hickory nuts, im- patient at Jobn's deliberateness, ‘‘and then use the gnats measure on the rest ?"’ But John had begun, and nothing would stop him. “Thirteen—yes, miss—fourteen—bnt it’s—sixteen—too late now--seventeen—'’ So they had to endure the agony of wait- ing. Miss Caldwell and several of the girls kept tally, and a shout went up from the South girls when John had called off ‘eighty-four, and that's all.” “First class in mental arithmetic stand up,’ announced Helen Robhine. ‘It 1 quart of chestnuts equals 4 quarts of hickory-nuts,how many quarts of chest- nats will eighty-four quarts of hickory- nuts equal ?"’ That was easy, and a chorus of voices re- plied, “Twenty-one."’ North's contribution was then measured and showed but sixty-eight quarts, an equivalent of seventeen uares of chestnuts. Then John began on th's chestnuts, which amounted to twenty-eight quarts, giving the total South score as equivalent to forty-nine quarts of chestnuts. Bat that meant nothing until North's fi- . Now the excitement was intense, and when John had measured Shiny Juin it seemed as it the girls would RO wid, “Thirty quarts and the seventeen from our bickory-nuts make forty-seven. Two more quarts will tie shem! Ob, why didn’t we stay just five minutes longer at that lass tree, Polly ?'’ said Jessie Folsom, in despair. How many quarts were there in that scattered remnant of a pile? That was the question in each mind. No one could guess, and nothing remained but to en- dure John's maddenivg deli . The girls crowded around the old man until he had barely room in which to work. It seemed as if he were slower and slam- sier than ever, “Harry, barry, John I" they kept vig ing. The old fellow’s eyes twinkled, and, if the tiuth were known, he was no less ex- cited thao the contestants. Bat all things hase au end, and at last he in every stray chestuut in sight. Straightening up, be held in bis band a partly filled measure, and estimat- ing by the markings on the inside the frac tions of a quart, announced what every one hy this time had kaown : “‘thirty-one and a half for the North young ladies.” “Hurrah 1" cried thirty excited voices from the South end of the steps. Caps were flang in the air, and such a hugging and dancing went on among that jabilant contingent that you might have shought bedlam had heen let loose. “Hutrah ! Won by a pint! Harrah for Old South !” And Catharive Stearns and Alice Gordon ran over to their dormitory to ron up the Soiar’s flag. In the meantime Miss Caldwell was pre- paring the **official’’ score to be banded to the leaders of the respective contestants, “It's perfectly disgusting,” said Jessie Folsom, struggling to hide her disappoint. ment. ‘They act like an infant-school.” “S80 they do,’ said Lou Winslow. who was standing by her ; “and they have sent over to run op their flag. I'm just mad clear through,” and she violenily thrust both hands in the pockets of her jacket and started to walk off. Bus in an instant she gave vent to a lond “Oach !"" and shen, a moment later, she had reo up the steps, shouting the while: “Hold on ! Hold on! I've got some more nuts. Weare not all in yes.” This announcement caused an immediate rally of the North girls, while their rivals were too busy celebrating their victory aud congratulating one another to take much notice. This is what bad bappered. When Lou bad jammed her hands in her pockets she bad thrust oue of them through a hole in the lining, and had pricked her fioger on a fragment of chestnut-bur. In an instant she discovered that the vast recesses he- tween the cloth and the lining weie rich in chestunts that had worked through an un- suspected hole of considerable size in the lining —a tear made larger hy the weight of puts with which the pocket had been stoffed. : Miss Caldwell stepped forward to inves. tigate, and recognized the validity of the claim. By this time the South girls had begun to ‘‘take notice,” and they pressed forward, fearing a recurrence of another tie. Again the measure, still containing North's precious three pints, was produced by Johu, and one by one Lou brought the truant chestnuts to light. If there had been excitement before, it would he had tosay what this was now. [Higher and higher rose the level of the contents, nntil John announced thas the measure wax le- gally full, “Is that ali?" shonted the Polars asin one hreath, “No, I’ve got some more,” Louise re plied, almost too excited to speak. “The lining is open all the way around."’ It took but a moment to pick up the front end of the jacket aud shake the nut« down to where they could be reached bv ber band, and in another minute she had pulled out a half pint more. Then it was North's turn. The*‘disgusting’’ behavior of the Solars of a few minates previons was repeated with interest, those erstwhile critica Lou and Jessie vying with the others in their wild jahilation. “Hurral:!"’ went up the crv from thiny frenzied throats; **Hurrah for North! Won by a half-pim!” Then Lou Winslow stepped down on the lawn, and locking up to the listle balcony on the third floor of North Hall, where a neatly aproned chambermaid had patiently been sitting with halyards and a flag in her lap, waved her hand aud shouted: SAL right, Mary!" And slowly out the length of the pole went the blue flag of North Hall, bearing on either side. in large white letters, “Champions 1905.—By Parmalee McFad den.—1In St. Nicholas. THE TAIL OF A COMET. its Ever Changing Mass and Why It Flees From the San. The tail of a comet is not formed of the same particles which composed it yesterday or even an hour or a moment ago. It is constantly being renewed at the expense of the nucleus. As the long stream of black smoke from the neigh- boring factory or mill is being continu- ally renewed by fresh particles of car- bon released by the combustion going on in the furnace below, so is the won- derful luminous train of cometary bod- jes being constantly replenished by particles flying from or rather driven from the nucleus by the intense heat of the sun. Then, again, how infinitely small and how intensely luminous must these par- ticles that go to make up the tail of a comet be! This thought is suggested by the fact that it has been proved that in some cases the nucleus of comets which are only a few hundred miles in diame- ter will have enormous fanlike tails stretching across space for a distance exceeding 200,000,000 miles and having a bulk exceeding that of the sun by more than 10,000 times! Professor E. E. Barnard beautifully illustrates the formation of a comet's tail by ‘“‘suppos- ing” thus: “Suppose, for example, that the nucleus of a comet is composed of ice. Then suppose the heat of the sun to be so intense as to rapidly melt that portion of the ice globe exposed to the action of its rays, which are strong enough to immediately convert it into vapor, which ascends toward the sun. “Imagine now a flerce wind blowing out from the sun, causing the vapor which meets it to be whirled out into space behind the comet. This will clearly illustrate the theory of the for- mation of a comet's tail, only that the nucleus of the comet is not ice and the vapor is not water vapor, neither is the force which drives it away from the sun a fierce wind,” The unknown force hinted at by the | ; i HEADLESS, YET ALIVE. fasects That Continue to Exist After Deenpitation, Must persons of an observing turn of =ind are aware of the fact that there are several species of insects that will continue to live without seeming incon- venience for some time after decapita- tion, exact knowledge on the length of time which the various species of in- sects would survive such mutilation being somewhat vague. Professor Conestrinl once undertook a series of experiments with a view of determining that and other facts in re- lation to the wonderful vitality of such creatures. In each case the head was smoothly removed with a pair of thin bladed forceps, and when spontaneous movements of the wings and legs ceas- ed he employed sundry irritating de- vices, such as pricking, squeezing and blowing tobacco smecke over the insect. As a result of these experiments he as- certained that members of the beetle family at once showed signs of suffer- ing, while such as ants, bees, wasps, ete., remained for hours unaffected. Some which seemed stunned from the effects of the operation recovered after a time and continued to live and enjoy a headless existence for several days. Butterflies and moths seemed but little affected by the guillotining process, and the common flies (diptga) appeared to regard the operation as a huge joke. “The common house fly,” said the ex: perimenter, “appeared to be in full pos- session of his senses (rather paradox: jcal, when In all probability the ca- nary had swallowed head, sense and all) thirty-six hours after being oper- ated upon.” The bodies of some species of butter- flies survived as long as eighteen days after the head had been removed, but the head itself seldom showed signs of life longer than six hours after decapi- tation. In the general summary of these huge experiments we are inform- ed that the last signs of life were man- ifested either in the middle or last pair of legs and that the myriopods showed great tenacity of life “and appeared wholly indifferent to the loss of their heads.” A FAMOUS MONSTER. An Old Time Wonder That Had an Eye In Its Knee, In the writings of both Licetus and Zahn may be found descriptions and illustrations of a monster born at Ra- venna, Italy, in the year 1511 or 1512, the exact date being somewhat uncer- tain. This monster had a body and shoulders like those of a young woman. There was but one leg, gradually ta- pering from the hips down and termi- nating in an immense scaied claw, like that of a turkey buzzard. There were four toes, each tipped with a bony nall, three of them pointing to the left and one to the right. The creature had wings in place of arms and always held them in an erect position, as though ready to take flight at the slightest provocation. From the hips to the single knee the flesh was cov- ered with large, well arranged feath- ers, From the knee joint to the foot the leg was scaled, like that of the com- mon barnyard fowl, the spot where the feathers left off and the scales com- menced being marked with a large lid- less eye, which seemed to be altogether incapable of voluntary motion. The neck, head and general outlines of the tace were those of a woman, but the ears were large and set very low, al- most on the neck. The head was covered with a queer mixture of scales, feathers and hair, but the oddity of the whole ‘“‘upper story” was a pointed horn, which rose just in the edge of the hair on the cen- ter of the forehead. This horn was three inches in length, and, according to Zahn, “even a farmer would have mistaken it for the horn of a two-year- old heifer had it been removed and shown to him.” The old time wonder mongers all give pictures and descriptions of this “horn- ed Italian monster,” but none tells how long it lived or what was done with the body after death. The Changing Tides, The most approved theory among sci- entists as to the cause of the rise and fall of the tide is that the moon is the dominating cause through its differen- tial attraction upon the opposite sides of the earth, drawing the nearer water away from the earth under the moon for the production of high water large and in like manner drawing the earth away from the opposite waters for the production of high water small. The smaller tidal effect of the sun's at- traction becomes noticeable mainly as modifying the lunar tide, increasing it in the spring tides and decreasing it at neaps and further modifying it in the priming and lagging of the tides. Death Warning. Oliver Wendell Holmes recorded his protest against the custom of telling a person whe does not actually ask to know that he cannot recover. As that loving observer of mankind asserted, so must every one who knows whereof he speaks assert that people almost al- ways come to understand that recovery is impossible. It is rarely needful to tell any one that this is the case. When nature gives the warning death appears to be ns little feared as sleep. An Evil Communication. Teacher—Evil communications cor- rupt good manners. Now, Johnny, can you understand what that means? John- ny—Yes'm. For instance, pa got a com- munication from ma’s dressmaker this morning. and it made him use bad lan- guage, Misfortunes are moral bitters which frequently restore the healthy tone to the mind after it has been cloyed and stricken by prosperity. FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. A DAILY THOUGHT. Life is a great and noble calling, not a mean and groveliug thing to be shuffled through as we can, but a lofty and exalted destiny .—John Morley. Everything points to a short season, in hen as in cloth, although there are cer- tain devotees to long cont styles who proph- esy that the more tailored types of linen suits—those meant to go into the tub fre- quently—wili show the long coat, But the occasional long coat which dares show itsell side hy side with the ubiquitous short coat is 80 very occasional as to be con- spivnous, Etan jackets and holeros and pony jack- et«—a thousand changes which make the three sty les take on infinite variety—rule in the styles wora so far ; the boleros she most fascinating listle things imagin- ably, given more character and in- dividuality than one would bave thought possible with what up to now has seemed «0 trivial a listle affair, and growing shorter week hy week until some of them are scarcely more than fitted capes. And Erons are as fascinating—if they are ieally Etons, after all ! For so many dar- ing changes have heen wrought, =o many little innovations, #0 many hold differences of line and treatment, that the old Eton has vtierly disappeared, to he followed hy this new thing, even more practical and a d2al more heantiful than the old. Pony jackets are ahout in every sort of «tuff. and pony jackets are having a «mall furore all to themselves. For the little loose coar which hears the name ir so easy fur any type of figore to wear that it is really a lazy little style, unlike either halero or Eton, in which figure and eay- riage alike mar, or make wonderfnl, the style. A dozen new skirts have heen evolved, in the desire of dressmakers and tailors and the whole long-suffering race of wom- en combined to escape from the troubles of the ntterly charming, utterly aggravating cirenlar skirt, which will sag, and sag, do what von will, and is at once the despair and delight of its makers and wearers. No one thoronghly satisfactory substitute has vet heen evolved, hut the reaction has brought out some pretty styles and adapta- tions of styles, Materials are all the light weight supple kinda—rvoiles better than ever. though only the finer meshes are used. Veilings—some of them embroidered-—are as popular, al- most, as voiles, and panama, which is a cross hetween cloth and veiling, with a world of wear in it, and a pretty style into them. What seems strange is the great popularity of serge—serge in every color and shade, and in the soft, only half visible | hroken plaids and bars and stripes. Tiny adjustable waistcoats of pique or linen give a quaint little assomption of mannishness to some serge suits, simple and practically untrimmed, except for but- tons. Buttons, by the way, and braids are on everything—plain or fancy, worked to- gether into unusoa! combinations, made to match exactly or to contrast daringly —in some one of a few thousand ways they manage to be in evidence npon nive out of ten suits, plain and dressy types alike. With pongee, reversing the present order of materials, only the heavier weaves and weights—Barlingham and rajab—are good. But they are very good. What with Alice blue (a far-off echo of the famous wedding), and raspberry red (an offshoot from the old rose so popular the past season) and a new green, which, so the daring now prophesy, is to be first the rival and later the successor to Alice blue, there's plenty of color ahout. Yet, gray i=, as yet, most popular of all—from the shade which goes by the ubromantio pame of oyster white, and is really white with the edge taken off, to a hundred pretty shadow checks and stripes and plaids, vary- ing from gray and white of two and even three toned grays. Salad Dressing.—We have used the fol- lowing recipe for a number of years with satisfactory results. The mixture may be kept for any length of time, and on a min- ute’s notice is ready for use. Beat the yolks of eight eggs; add a cup- ful of sugar, a tahlespoonful each of ealt, mustard and pepper, and half a cuplul of cream. Mix well. Boil acaplfal of bat- ter in a pint and a ball of vinegar. Pour this upon the mixture and stir well. This makes a large quantity, which may be put into an ordinary fruit jar and kept in the place most convenient. Tempting dishes are at once possible and easily prepared. Cold vegetables that were once considered the indisputable property of ducks and chickens are eagerly seized upon as the basis for salad. The potatoes left from dinner may be sliced after the meal, the dressing poored over, and by the next meal they are thor- oughly seasoned and very appetizing. One day both corn and coldslaw were added to the potatoes, Onions are a great improve- ment, but as they are distasteful to some members of the family we seldom use them. Cabbage or lettuce may be served with the dressing. If I were going out camping, I should certainly take a guart or go of the mixture with other supplies, and, when it came my turn to reign in culinary affairs, I woald astonieh my friends with salads strange and manifold until they cried ‘‘Hold, enough !"’ The Co-operative Art League is the high- sounding title of a pastime very like the old game of consequences, and is completed in groups of threes. The first member of the group drawing a head at the top ofa slip of paper, folds the paper over, leaving oniy the neck line visible, and the folded paper to number two. e second artist sopplies she body and again folds down the paper, leaving a suggestion of legs for the third member of the group, who sketohes the feet. Some astonishing results are achieved hy combination of fish, flesh and fowl that will supply merriment for an entire evening and develop one’s ability for rapid sketching. If preferred, pictures cut from newspapers may be pasted on, heads being furnished at one table, bodies and feet at the other two and the paper hackgronnd folded just to the join- ing line. It is a little more trouble to provide paste, blotters and the cut pictures, bat some wonderfully groteeque results are achieved—one recently seen having a charming young lady with a picture hat for the top, a child’s plaid jumpers for the middle and duck’s feet for the finish. The woman with an unduly large band should be careful to wear sleeves that are long and wide at the wrist, no matter what the vogue may be. The t size of the onff increases. That is why in the old portraits of bishops their lordships always seem to have small bands. ey wore frilled cufs of large size. All that eonld have heen done hy farmers to promote the growth of the erop np to the beginning of winter bad been done, hat they could go no farther. The control of the season and the weather is heyond the farmers’ power to change. The month of March is usually the hard- est month in the year on the wheat crop. When the land is covered with snow dur- ing the month we generally have a goed crop of wheat unless the precediog win- ter months have been very unfavorable, —Reports are coming from all quarters that the wheas crop is badly damaged as the effects of the open winter and constant freezing and thawing. The erop looked fine in this part of the ennntiy last fall and seriainly began the winter in fine condi- tion, —Sheep are usually more exposed in the field« than other animals. During cold storms they require