ssnRERRE Demorvaiir iat, Ir ———————— Bellefonte, Pa. June 19. 1908, 2 : § § gE £3 ; : g ; : g z i Ess emergency a shot struck the coop in which the fowls were confined. The only surviving occupant, a cock, find- from the crew, who all had a good faugh and, with spirits thus renewed, continued the action with a vigor that Jasted until a turn in the battle res- cued them from their tight pesition.— London Chronicle. Cigar Smoke. The stale smell of cigar smoke is peculiarly unpleasant and pecullarly difficult to get rid of. It clings to the curtains and to most of the articles of furniture which present any sort of an absorbent surface. It is not so to the same extent with cigarettes or with pipes. In the case even of a single cigar books, papers and textiles reek of its stule flavor, and the room re- quires abundant airing before that fla- vor is completely eliminated. This ef- fect, we are told. may be traced to the fact that a cigar produces pungent aromatic oils in greater abundance than a cigarette or a pipe. With the cigarette olls are probably burnt even #f they are formed. while in the pipe they condense in the stem. In the! eigar they seem to be chiefly discarded into the air. In the form of a cigar tobacco woyld appear to produce more oils than in the form of a cigarette or when burnt in a pipe.—London Lan- cet Perry's Big Guns. Commodore Perry had not yet elec- trified a gratefil pation with his im- mortal message. “We have met the en- emy, and they are ours.” While the battle was in progress the sound of the guns was heard at Cleveland, about sixty niles away in a direct line over the water. The few settlers there were expecting the battle and listened with intense Interest Finally the sounds ceased. They waited for a re- newal. None came; the lull was pain ful. Then they knew the battle was over: but the result—ah, that was the point. One old fellow, who bad been lying fiat with his ear to the ground. soon settled that point. Springing up. he clapped his hands and shouted: “Thank God! They are whipped: They are whipped!” “How do you know?’ the others in- quired. “Heard the big guns last!" Perry's guns were the heaviest. Turning a Tight Screw. Any one who has attempted to re move a very tight screw knows what a very difficult business it is After straining and twisting for a con- siderable time the operator frequent: ly ends by losing his temper and destroying the bite of the screw. which remains fixed as tightly as ever ‘With the aid of a pair of pinchers, how- ever, the affair is quite a simple one Place the screwdriver in position and then cutch bold of the blade with the pinchers just above the head of the screw Press the screwdriver firmly and at the same time twist round the blade with the pinchers. The tightest screw will yield immediately to this sort of persuasion. Bird Dogs. Bird dogs have been known as such for only about three or four centuries So far as we know, the Duke of North- umberiand, sixteenth century, was the first trainer of bird dogs. The duke was followed by others who trained dogs to “set” birds, but it was not till} the beginning of the nineteenth cen- tury that any reliable record of a dis- tinet brand of bird dogs can be found. The Gordon setter was founded by the Duke of Gordon about 1800.—~New York American. . A Retort Discourteous. A young lady ful: of good deeds no- ticed the tongue of a horse bleeding and with a use of technicai terms ton little appreciated said to the cabby. “Cabby, your horse has hemorrhage.” “It's 'ls tongue's too large for his mouth,” said the cabby and added sen- tentiously, “Like some young ladles.” — London Globe. Good Terms. “I'm sure we shall be on good terms,” said the man who bau just moved into the neighborhood to the corner grocer. “No doubt of it, sir, especially,” he added as an afterthought. "as the terms are cash.”"—London Telegraph. Child Management. I don't like punishments. You will never torture a child into duty, but a sensible child will dread the frown of f judicious mother more than all the rods, dark rooms ard scolding school: mistresses in the universe.—White. A National Trait. A traveler returned from Jaffa tells this tale at his own expense. Having journeyed to the historical seaport on his way to Jerusalem, he succeeded in hiring a conveyance to carry him to the station. By speech and gesture he informed the native driver that he wished to be carried in a leisurely, sightseeing fashion through as many as possible of the principal thorough- fares of Jaffa and to be delivered at the terminal just in time to take the . | outgoing train. He bad no sooner seated himself in the vehicle, however, than the driver whipped up his horse and whirled the dismayed traveler at a furious pace through dll the dust and over all the stones of the notoriously rough streets of Jaffa. The passenger was too busily employed in saving his bones to be able to see anything of the interesting town. Arriving at the station, he found that he stiil had two hours to walt. “Why in the world,” he demanded indignantly, “did you ever hurry like that?” “You American,” responded the driv- er, with an expressive shrug. “All American like go very much fast"”— Youth's Companion. He Was Too Smart. He was the only man at the table full of lovely girls, and, like all only men, he was spoiled. So when the belle of the table remarkel that she was very fond of pepper and then sift- ed half the contents of the pepper box over her food he sprang an old gag on her. “It won't hurt you. This pepper is half peas.” “What is that you say?’ asked the landlady from the next table. “Speak a little louder, please.” He reiterated his remark. “That isn't true,” retorted the land- lady hotly. “I do not use adulterated goods on my table.” “My dear madam.” said the bland joker, “there are always a lot of p's in pepper.” There was an impressive pause. Then the landlady said in a erushing voice: “Oh, yes, just as you always furnish part of the dessert.” “I don’t understand.” “The chestnuts.” —London Standard. Did She Keep Her Temper? Mr. Biles is a very hasty tempered man, but he is also one who keeps his promises to the very letter. Therefore Mrs. B. has trained him to believe that second houghts are best and even in a moment of his weakness extract ed from him a promise always to count twenty before he speaks if he feels rage coming upon him. Last Sunday he rushed into the back draw- ing room spluttering with fury and red in the face. Mrs. Blles rose and laid a gentle hand on his stammering lips. “M-mary, I—1-I"— “Hush, dear,” said the sweet woman. “Count twenty and conquer yourself, and I shall be more proud of you than if you had conquered the world.” “Eighteen, nineteen, twenty" — “Now tell me, dear.” “It's that new hat of yours that you paid 6 guineas for, and the new serv- ant's gone out in, and it's raining hard —that's all.”"—London Express. Long Sentences. Ruskin, it is said, has written more sentences of fuordinate length than any other classic writer of modern English prose. Frederic Harrison some years ago counted the words in a num- ber of typical sentences, finding that in the earlier books it was no uncommon thing for Ruskin to run beyond the page before permitting himself and his readers the relief of a full stop. But in every case the sense is clear as day. Words-vorth’'s poem on the “Charac- ter of the Happy Warrior” is a notable example of sustained connections. Apart from the opening and closing couplets the poem consists of two very long compound sentences almost en- tirely comprised of adjectival clauses. The longer of the two sentences con- tains fifty-seven decasyllabic lines. This Is probably a record in English verse.— Argonaut. The Retort Courteous. Street Rallway Superintendent — I don’t think we can use you any longer, Your cash register doesu’t ring often enough. Conductor—I have got rheu- matism and can’t reach up to the reg- ister cord. Superintendent—All right. I think you need a long vacation. Con ductor—I am much obliged to you fo allowing me to run the car as long as you have. Superintendent—Don’t men- tion it. I'm much obliged to you for bringing the car back.—Judge. Tempting Fate. “Dost hear that?' asked the fair maid mentioned by the Atlanta Jour- nal. There was a sound of a heavy step. “Tis father. Fly, sweet fly?” “You mean flee,” corrected lover. “As you like,” said the maid. “but this is no time for entomological dis- tinctions.” Dramatic Note. There's nothing makes a man feel queerer than to have his wife describe a play to him all wrong when he can't correct her because he told her he didn’t go to it the night he worked late at the office.—New York Press. One Cure. “1 believe I'll rock the boat” de- clared the man in the stern. “Don't do It” advised his compan- fon. “It might discharge this unloaded pistol I have in my jeans.”—Loulsville Courier-Journal. A man never borrows the scales of justice for the purpose of weighing the shortcomings of his neighbor.—~Chicago News, A Chinese Bunko Game. “l want to show you,” remarked George Wilson of Los Angeles, “how keen the Chinese are at a bunko game. When | was In Tientsin they pulled off a good one. Poor fellow entered a pawnshop. Moment later man came in with package and inquired for him by name. Had a letter. First man handed letter to pawnbroker to read. Said: ‘Am sending you ten tael bar of golC as present. Am getting very rich, You must come to me. Your brother. ““Then 1 don't need to pawn my watch!” joyfully exclaimed the poor man. ‘But 10 taels is great amount for one like me. No one would believe it was mine. Will you buy it from me? The pawnbroker took it back and weighed It. It weighed 12 taels. He handed over 10 and sald nothing. When the men were gone, he sawed into the bar and found it filled with lead. In a moment a third man rushed in. ‘Did you have any dealings with those fel- lows? They cheated me. For 3 taels I'll lead you to them to get even.’ And he did. The two came back, protesting their entire innocence. ‘Produce the bar, and if it be not all right 1 shall return your money.” The pawnbroker returned with the sawed bar. ‘Weigh it) directed the poor man. ‘Ah, but this is a twelve tael bar. Mine was 10, and you paid me but 10.’ Stung for 13 taels!”—8an Francisco Chronicle. Restless Animals. ‘When you see the animals in the park menageries pacing back and forth restlessly in their cages, do not take it for granted that the creatures are un- happy or even discontented. It may be that the lion or the tiger or the polar bear that moves about with apparently ceaseless activity Is only taking his dally exercise, without which he would pine and dle soon. When the wild creatures are in their native jungles they are kept pretty busy hunting food. Thus each day they walk many miles perhaps. In their narrow cages in the parks they are plentifully supplied with food, but their brawny bodies still demand a great amount of exercise. Mile after mile is paced off daily by the uneasy creatures. Usually they move with a long, swinging stride, but when mealtime comes around then the step quickens until when the keeper appears with his baskets of meat the tigers and lions and other animals leap agninst their bars and grow! and whine and lash their tails. In fact, they act like great hungry boys do after a long day's tramp if they find that supper is late. Fish as They Bite. “1f you will take the thine to investi. gate,” said an old time angler who has observed as he fished, “you will find that the full stomached trout in your catch will ontnumber the empty stom- ached ones ten to one. This would seem to indicate that it is the trout which has ciready dined well that is eager for more, while the one which has not dined at all regards it with in- difference. In other words, it Is the satiated trout that bites and the hun- gry one that doesn't—paradoxical prop- osition. And this odd circumstance is not confined to brook trout. Pickerel not only swnilen with food, but having the tails of ‘fish they have since caught protruding from their mouths because there is as yet no room for the newly taken victims in the capaclous pickerel maw, will yet voraciously seize the tempting live bait of the fisherman, as any angler who has fished much for pickerel has doubtless had frequent proof.” —New York Sun. A Book Accident. When M. Henri, a quaint and shabby miser of threescore and ten, died in Paris some time ago. the closest search for treasure revealed nothing more val- unable than two shelves of dingy look- ing books, which were sold. with his few sticks of furniture, to pay his fu- neral exper