Bemore faan
Belletonte, Pa., April 2, 1915.
THE KINGDOM OF EASTERLAND.
Do you know where the kingdom of Easterland
lies?
Is it north, is it south, little man?
Scan the east and the west with your mischiecous
eyes,
Thrust your hands in your pockets and try to
look wise,
And tell where it is if you can.
Do you know is this kingdom far off or quite
near?
Now, please tell me that, little maid.
Can you see it at night when the moon’s shining
clear?
If youwere to sail there which way would you
steer?
Does it lie in the sunshine or shade?
But, dear little men, little maids, this you know—
"Tis the loveliest land ever seen.
With fields full of rabbits and lillies like snow,
And houses of sweetmeats wherever you go,
With bridges of eggs in between.
There are chimings of bells’ and music most
sweet
And sometimes most beautiful toys,
New frocks and new bonnets trimmed so fine
and neat
And drums, swords and trumpets, an outfit
complete—
That is, if you're good girls and boys.
And this wonderful land with such joy and such
cheer,
A land you would love to explore,
That sends you remembrances once every year,
Let me whisper a secret quite close to your ear—
It lies at your very own door.
—Edith Sessions Tupper in New York Herald.
SELLING THEM OUT.
[By H. M. Egbert.]
When Allan Gray walked out of the
office of Smith’s Weekly, after haw
ing applied successfully in response
to an advertisement for an assistant
he thought that his future was as
sured. Twenty-four, just out of col
lege, with all the enthusiasm of a
young man facing the struggle of life
he appealed to Smith, although for
different reasons than those which
Smith outlined.
“We're here to fight corruption in
Bender,” said the middle-aged editor
and proprietor, thumping his fist
down on the table. “And we're going
to clean up the rottenest town in the
whole state. That is my purpose, and
that’s what we are going to do—to
gether, Mr. Gray.”
There was a girl in Allan Gray's
' life. Her name was Mildred and she
was twenty-two. She was earning a
living in the metropolis two hundred
miles away. Each of them was put
ting by money toward the day—the
great day when Allan would be able
to earn an income for both of them.
At the end of his first month of
service Gray's salary was raised from
fifteen dollars to twenty-five. Smith
was rapidly handing over to him the
charge of the Weekly. The young
man’s stinging editorials in particular
aroused the editor’s approbation.
“Give it ’em hot!” said Smith.
“Well done, young man! I see I made
no mistake in taking you.”
With more sophistication Allan
might have suspected that something
was wrong. Actually, he was delight.
ed. He detailed the entire situation to
his sweetheart in his twice-a-week
letters.
“It’s this way, dear,” he wrote. “We
are putting hot shot into old Gregory,
who has been boss of Bender for the
last twenty years and has everyone in
his power. We are exposing his graft
in connection with the street fran
chises, the departments of the city
government. We are advocating the
form of government by commission.
And by heck! as Smith says, we are
going to win,”
Certainly the appearance of the new
weekly created a prodigious sensation
in a town of 100,000 inhabitants. To
gether Smith and Allan assailed the
boss with horsewhips of invective.
What had he got for the franchise
traction? Why was a convict mana-
ger of the waterworks department?
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“I've Got a Lunch Appointment.”
Who got the contract for the roads,
and why? On the day following the
appearance of the first issue a deputa-
tion of local merchants made their
appearance and announced that Smith
need look for no advertisements from
them. Smith was not counting on ad-
vertisements. He laughed them out of
his office. When the circulation ran
up to 30,000 he guffawed. Smith's
Weekly was a success beyond all
doubt. Everyone bought it, from
Boss Gregory to the high school boys.
At the end of three months Allan
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was writing nearly all the editorials, | But nobody ever suspected the integ-
under Smith's guidance. The older
man confessed that the youngster
could beat him at his own game.
Then Allan wrote gleefully to Mil
dred:
“The time is coming, dear. After
the approaching elections we shall
have a new government. Then busi-
ness will flow our way, Gregory and
his satellites will be consigned to the
outer darkness, I shall be raised again,
and we will be—married! Think of
that! Married!”
Four weeks before the elections, to
his amazement, the young fellow was
waited on by a deputation of citizens
at his boarding-house. They wanted
him to run for the office of sheriff,
paying $2,500 yearly.
“But I don’t know anything about
the work!” exclaimed the boy, de-
lighted.
“I am afraid, Mr. Gray, there is
very little chance of your election,”
said the chief of the deputation can-
didly. “The sheriff's post has always
gone to a Gregory man. You know,
Tom Vincent has an enormous fol-
lowing of heelers. He has had the
Position ten years now. Still, there
must be a turn-over—there must. And
you may get in. Let us put you on
the ticket.”
Gray accepted and told Mr. Smith
enthusiastically next morning. To
his surprise his employer was not
overenthusiastic. To his greater sur-
prise, that day Smith told him to
“go slow” instead of to “ginger up.”
“We mustn't overdo it,” he ex-
plained lamely. “We don’t want to
create a reaction.”
While Allan stared at him, speech-
less in surprise, Smith put on his coat
and hat.
“I've got a lunch appointment,” he
said. “See here, young man, are you
as stupid as you appear to be or—?”
He got no further, for at that mo-
ment he was struck down with apo-
DPlexy. An ambulance was called and
the doctor took the man away to the
hospital.
“He’ll probably get well,” he said.
“But—it will be some time before he
can uce his pen or do any work
again.”
Allan, left alone in the office, did
not know what to do. Therefore, he
started to do his work exactly as
though the unexpected had not hap-
pened. He was hard on a biting edi-
torial when the shadow of a man in
a silk hat fell across his desk and
caused him to start round.
Behind him, immaculately dressed,
his heavy jowl set in a sneering smile,
stood Gregory himself,
“Well, sir!” said Allan, rising.
“This is bad news about Mr. Smith,”
said the boss.
“I should hardly expect you to take
it that way, sir,” suggested Allan.
The old boss took a chair at his
side. “So you are the young man that
has been holding me up before the
public gaze as a scoundrel!” he said.
“I am, sir,” answered Allan, “and I
believe conscientiously that—"
The boss laid a hand on his arm.
“Now, if I had a young man like
you with me,” he said, “what wouldn't
I be able to do?”
“I can’t be bought, Mr. Gregory,”
said Allan.
“I don’t need to buy you, my boy,”
answered the other. “At least, I don’t
think I do. But Smith can’t talk, and
what's the good of owning him?”
“I don’t understand—" Allan began.
“I know you don’t,” answered the
other. “I never thought you did from
the beginning. Your editorials had the
ring of truth; his &idn’t. Well, then,
my friend—Jim Smith started this pa-
per to get bought out.
that? I wouldn’t buy at his price. I
didn’t believe he could hurt me. He
could. I was wrong for once in my
life. When I came up to his terms
he went higher. So we played teeter
till four weeks before election day.
Yesterday we agreed on terms. And
—this is my paper.”
Allan listened in horror, and grad-
ually he began to understand many
things that had been mysteries to
him. No wonder Smith had encour-
aged him to write more stinging in-
vective—till that same morning.
“You will show me the agreement,”
suggested Allan.
“Mr. Gray,” said the boss, “I never
bluff. It wasn’t signed by Mr. Smith.
He was to have signed in my office
today, after lunch.”
“Then,” said Allan calmly, “I shall
run the paper alone. I shall be true
to what I believed my employer’s
principles to be.”
“Wait a minute,” said Gregory, pull-
ing a letter out of his pocket. “Read
this—not so close, young man. Do
you think this letter, offering to ac-
cept my terms, would read well in
the newspapers? And this, you see,
is signed.”
Yes, that was Smith's signature.
Allan sank back helplessly in his
chair. He could say nothing more.
“Now, my young friend,” Gregory
continued, “how much influence do
you suppose will remain to ‘Smith’s
Weekly’ when this letter is published
and you are jointly involved with our
friend in what you would call ‘a
shameless conspiracy’ ?”
“None,” admitted Allan.
“Then,” said the boss, “will you
suspend publication or drag a dying
man’s name down to infamy to gain
a reputation for sincerity in which
no one will believe?”
Allan thought hard. Then, “I will
suspend for that letter,” he answered.
“Now you're talking sense,” an-
swered the boss. And he placed the
letter in Allan’s hands. He knew that
he had not misjudged his man.
There was a good deal of quiet talk
abouc Smith during the period preced-
ing the elections. The story of his
dishonesty became gradually known.
Understand |
| rity of Allan Gray.
That, doubtless, was why he secured
; the election as sheriff by a majority
| of nearly four hundred votes. Ang
! that, too, was why he was enabled to
write to Mildred just two days after-
ward. “Come, dearest,” he said.
And when he saw Gregory among
the spectators at the wedding he did
not feel anything but goodfellowship.
He even took the boss’ hand.
Ex-boss’, rather. For Gregory would
ished. :
(Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.)
Extended Stopping Place.
Pat was employed on an engineering
job, a few miles out of the city, and
was carried to his work by an express
train, which accommodatingly slowed
up near the scene of his 1~bors.
morning, however, the train rushed
speed, and the superintendent of the
job looked in vain for Pat. At last he
saw a much ittered Irishman limp-
ing back down the ties, and called to
him: “Hello, Pat!
get off?” Pat turned stiffly, and wav-
ing his hand toward the steep embank-
ment. sighed: ‘“On—all along here!”
Have a Definite Value Among African
Natives and Are Treated
Accordingly.
ed as property, she has certain rights
of these the most important is her
right to marry whom she pleases, or
rather to refuse to marry one who
does not please her, the Southern
Workman says. There are two grim
reasons for this. First, women mar-
ried against their wills have been
known to commit suicide. Second,
women married against their wills
have murdered their unloved husbands,
usually strangling them when asleep.
women there is liability to a great loss
—the loss of valuable property or of
no less highly prized life. The young
ly that she wishes to marry and have
a good husband and children. Every
father is anxious to have his daugh-
ters marry well.
must pay a dowry in cattle to the fa-
ther, or, should the father be dead, to
the nearest male relative. If a girl is
paid part of the dowry the father may
give consent to a provisional marriage
and permit the couple to live together:
ing the remainder of the dowry his
wife is taken from him. Trial mar
objects in marriage are mutual help-
fulness and the perpetuation of the
race.
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HAVE MANY FANCIFUL BELIEFS
Bedouin Superstitions, Firmly Rooted,
when a man dies of thirst his soul
goes forth in the form of a green
owl,
desert a thousands years, screaming
for water. If a fish leaps from the
soon bear a son. They live in daily
dread of the evil eye; the Arab moth-
descend and blight its life. Some say
2 man so possessed has merely to
ing, when the creature will fall to the
earth stone dead. If an Arab woman
finds the threads in her “nuttou”—
loom—have become tangled,
blames the meddlesome evil spirits.
Many women have their limbs and
bodies tattooed in fancy designs, as
much as a charm to ward off disease
as for beauty’s sake.
Mesopotamian Arabs; the women col-
lect and prepare it from the ground
beneath certain hill trees, whence it
drips. Yet the Arabs—and the Jews
and Chaldeans as well—firmly believe
that this sweet, whitish gumlike food
is cast down from heaven; that it is
the same manna which tradition says
was cast down from heaven for the
children of Israel.—Geographical Mag-
azine.
For Nervous Persons.
No one can help feeling nervous ...
times in .this age of rush and racket,
but it is quite possible to put on the
brake, as it were, and not let the
nerves run away with us. Here are a
few hints on the subject:
“If people fret you, it is not neces.
sary to be rude to them. Try, instead,
to avoid them. Don’t read books that
irritate you. Books are plentiful, there-
fore put away the offending volume
and choose another. If noise at night
worries you, don’t let it continue to
do so. Get up and see to the matter
and put it right.
“Don’t let yourself get into the habit
of being bored. It is not worth while,
When you feel it coming on plunge at
once into some task that will take all
your time and energy. It is better to
run away from certain things than to
let them irritate you. Such martyr-
dom is usually unnecessary and bad
for you all round.”
Where did you !
WOMEN PRIZED AS PROPERTY |
In the third or fourth century before
which are seldom infringed upon, and
er fears for her child, lest this curse | wife.
' after the mice, but it catches ’em just
she '
Manna is still much eaten among
1
never hold power in Bender again,
even though Smith’s Weekly had per- |
Distance of Moon From Earth.
Prosaically, the moon is distant :
from the earth a littie less tnan 240,000
miles, or less than ten times tbe cir- |
cumference of the earth. Thais is very
close for a planetary neighbor, and
especially one so powerfal as this er- :
ratic satellite, the diameter of which >
is 21,162 miles and its mass being
much greater than that of any satellite
of any other planet of our solar sys-
tem; Mars having two, Jupiter seven,
Saturn ten, Uranus four and Neptune
one.
re or er oe
Explaining “Memory.”
When you cpeak oi others as hav-
ing a gocd memory, you do not mean
that at all. Instead of meaning that
the man with a “good memory” has
One
through the cut without reducing '
accurately perceived an event in the
full ramifications of all its details,
and recorded it in his whole numan
texture ready for reproduction at will,
what you really indicate is that he
has good power of retention, irrespec-
tive of detailed accuracy or faithful-
ness of the full recollection.—Dr
Leonard Keene Hirshberg.
Iron in India in Epic Age.
That iron was found in large quan-
i tities in the epic age in India is evi-
, denced by the fact that it was then
employed in making massive statues.
© Christ, the Hindus were apparently
Although woman in Africa is regard-
adepts in preparing steel. In the lit-
erature of the times, one comes across
elaborate descriptions of various sur-
gical instruments for most delicate
surgical operations.
Whereis the Wheels?
Two-year-old Harry had never seen
a live lamb, his only knowledge of
that animal being derived from a toy
one on wheels. While visiting grand-
father on the farm, he was taken to
the sheep pen to see the lambs. Aft-
er looking at them for a few minutes,
he looked up at his grandfather with
a puzzled expression, and asked:
. “Where’s the wheels?”
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And to these reasons may be added
the fear of marital unfaithfulness. So, |
in forcing oneself upon one of these
girls are well cared for, partly that
they may be comdy and draw many |
suitors. Every girl will tell you frank
To secure a wife one |
much sought after her father naturally |
asks a larger dowry. When a man has .
Should the husband be too slow in pay-
riages are common and can be set |
aside by either party. Their principal |
:
Are of the Most Peculiar
Character.
Some Bedouin superstitions are!
fanciful indeed. They believe that
' fine quality are extensively grown in
which flies about above the
water into a boat where a woman is |
riding, it is a sure sign that she will !
cast his baneful glance on a bird fly- |
Deserving Crown of Patience.
The crown of patience cannot begre-
ceived where there has been no suf-
fering. If thou refusest to suffer, thou
refusest to be crowned; but ¥ thou
wishest to be crowned, thou must fight
manfully and suffer patiently. With-
out labor none can obtain rest, and
without contending there can be no
conquest.—Thomas a Kempis.
A Bit to Think About. |
On the doorway of au Italian ca-
thedral are three inscriptions. The
first, beneath an arch of roses reads
as follows: “All that pleases is but
for a moment;” the second, beneath
a cross, “All that troubles is but for
a2 moment;” and under the main arch,
“That only is important which is eter
nal.”
No Cause for Tears. |
“We have naver had a president
named Charlie,” remarks the Toledo
Blade. Nor to the best of our knowl-
edge have we ever had one who was
called Reggie or Algernon, but we |
can’t see that the fact is calculated
to move any one to salty tears.—Phila-
delphia Inquirer,
Vegetables in Far North. |
Potatoes, cabbage, caulifiower, cel- |
ery, lettuce, carrots and turnips of
Yukon Territory, Canada. Potatoes
are the principal crop, retailing at
five cents a pound.
Trapped.
They were quarreling. “Well, you
can’t say I ran after you,” said the
“Neither does a mousetrap run
the same,” replied hubby.
Uncle Eben.
“Mebbe dar’d be a heap mo’ work
done,” sald Uncle Eben, “if dey got !
out a new model of wheelbarrow every
year an’ provided a horn so’s to make
folks git out'n de way.”
Try Thumb Tacks. A
If thumb tacks instead of ordinary
tacks are used to fasten white oilcloth
to pantry and cupboard shelf, the oil-
cloth may be easily removed when
cleaned.
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Achieving Importance.
“Some men,” said Uncle Eben, ‘gets
to be looked on as important because
dey has to be hollered at all de time
[Joh gittin’ in de way.”
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True Definition of a Pessimist.
“Pa, what is a pessimist?” “A pes-
simist is a man who, no matter what
he gets on Christmas, would rather
have the money.”
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Daily Thought.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
therefore, let us so enjoy it as to be
still young when we are old.—Longfel-
low.
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Not How Many Books.
It does not matter how many books
you have. What does matter is what
those books are.—Seneca. .
Men and Religion. {
Men will wrangle for religioh, write!
for it, fight for it, die for it, anything
but live for it.~Colton.
HER GOLDENROD DYE
' By MURIEL CHANCE.
It was the most wonderful experi-
| ence that Nancy had ever had. For a
long time after it happened she could
, Dot make herself believe that it was
. true.
. She was weaving in the attic, mak- :
; ing the homespun rugs which had be- |
come a village industry in the little
Pennsylvania town. Her winter's work
brought in enough money to buy a few
luxuries for her bedridden mother and
clothes for Nonie, at school. Suddenly
a knock came below and, when Nancy
went down, she saw a young man, a
stranger, standing at the door.
“I am told that you make the best
, rugs in the village, Miss McLane,” he
said. “May I see some of your work?”
She showed him some. Certainly the
contours were straight, and not higgle-
dy-piggledy like those of most of the
village rugs. However, the young man
was interested in other details than
that.
“My name is Cyrus Brown, and 1
am from the rug factory at Altoona,”
he said. “We want to buy the secret
of your vegetable dye—the yellow
one.”
Nancy laughed. “There isn’t any se-
cret about that,” she answered.
“Everybody here knows that. It’s
goldenrod. You steep the flowers in
hot water and add a little alcohol and
{ =” And Nancy gave him the secret.
“May I come another day when you |
. are making the extract?” asked the!
young man.
“Yes, I reckon I'll be making some
this day next week,” Nancy answered.
“Seems to me, Nancy,” grumbled her
mother, when he had gone, “you might
have got hold of a young fellow like
that instead of that good-for-nothing
Jim Penny.”
Nancy said nothing. But she sighed
a little that night when Jim, out of
work as usual, sat glumly at her side
and asked, for the tenth time that year,
when she would marry him.
Nancy and Jim had been engaged
for years. But he had never held a po-
sition more than a week or two, and,
while the girl felt the bond of old as-
sociation, she had begun to think seri-
ously of the future.
When Mr. Brown called, a week la-
ter, Nancy had a steaming pot of gold-
enrod extract upon the table, and he
was quickly initiated into the mystery
oI dyeing the fabrics.
“It seems too good to be true,” said
the young man
vegetable dyes had been forgotten long
ago. I am authorized to pay you this
in remuneration.” And he handed her
a crisp bundle of bills.
Nancy drew back. “Why, .Mr.
Brown,” she. said, “everybody knows
how to make goldenrod dye. It isn’t
worth anything—really.”
But he left the bills upon the table
and, declining to stay for supper this
time, departed. When he had gone
Nancy looked at the money. There
were five hundred dollars!
Breathless, she ran after the visitor,
but he was out of sight. And so she
came back and wrote a letter to the
rug factory explaining that a mistake |
. had been made.
Her mother, though inclined to agree
with this view, was strongly against
Nancy’s. posting the letter.
That evening Nancy, radiant, ran to
Jim with a cry of pleasure and told
i him what had occurred, showing him
the bills. ;
To her amazement Jim became al
most inarticulate with anger.
“Five hundred dollars for a trade |
secret!” he shouted. “Why, it's worth
five thousand at the least.”
“But, Jim, everybody knows how to
make goldenrod dye,” Nancy protest:
ed.
“We'll tell them that we stipulated
for five thousand,” he said, “and I'll
take this lot, Nancy, to make a first
payment on that cottage I spoke
about.” :
A few days later the young man
called again.
“We have received a letter from a
Mr. Penny, threatening to bring suit
on your behalf for five thousand dol
lars—” he began. “The company sent
me to investigate. Do you really make
such a claim, Miss McLane?”
“Mr. Brown, I don’t want to take a
penny!” she cried. ‘Why, I—I gave
you the secret and—”
She brought the money and thrusi
it into his hands. “That shows you
what I feel about it!” she cried.
And it took the whole afternoon
until supper time, before Mr. Brown
could convince Nancy of the value of
a commercial secret. In fact, it took
so long that Jim came in upon the
couple unawares as Mr. Brown was ex
plaining to Nancy after supper was
over.
“Hum! I guess I see where the nig
ger lay,” remarked the young man, sur
veying the couple with a cool stare
“Nan, if you're going to let yourself be
cheated out of your money by a swin
dler like that, all I say is, I wash my
hands of you.”
Nancy got up with dignity. “Per
haps you would like to talk to Mr
Brown alone,” she said meaningly.
But Jim Penny beat a hasty retreat
Writing letters was more to his taste
He wrote Nancy a long one after the
engagement was announced. It con:
tained a request for money. But the
girl never knew that, because she put
it in the fire unopened. She had left
Jim Penny behind her now that the
new life was at hand.
“He’s just another trade secret be
tween us, dear,” said her fiance, laugh-
ing.
(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.)
“We thought those |
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Carpet Knights.
“Carpet knights,” quoth a writer
once in the long ago, “are such as
have studied law, physic, or other arts
or sciences, whereby they have be-
come famous, and seeing that they are
not knighted as soldiers, they are not
therefore to use the horseman’s title
or spurs; they are only termed simply
miles and milites, ‘knight,” or ‘knights
of the carpetry,’ or ‘knights of the
green cloth,’ to distinguish them from
those knights that are dubbed as sol-
diers in the field.”
The Best Glory.
I love and commend a true good
fame, because it is the shadow .of vir-
ture; not that it doth any good to the
body which it accompanies, but it is
an efficacious shadow, and, like that of
St. Peter, cures the diseases of others.
The best kind of glory, no’ doubt, is
that which is reflected from honesty,
such as was the glory of Cato and
Aristides; but it was harmful to them
both, and is seldom beneficial to any
mar whilst he lives.—Abraham Cow-
ley.
Answered His Question.
Prince George of Denmark was nick-
named “Est-il-possible” by James II
It is said that when the startling
events of the revolution of 1688 suec-
ceeded one another with breathless
rapidity, the emotions of Prince George
found vent in the repeated exclama-
tion: “Est-il-possible?” King James,
enumerating those who had forsaken
him, said: “And est-il-possible has
gone, too!”
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Indictment of the Cat.
“Many an innocent hawk, skunk,
owl or weasel,” says a government
bureau, “has been shot for the deeds
of that sleek highwayman, the house
cat. It is safe to say that this ma-
raudeg, which enjoys all the comforts
and protection of the home, destroys
in the aggregate more wild birds and
young poultry than all their natural
enemies combined.”
“A Hungry Eye Sleeps Not.”
The old adage, “A hungry eye sleeps
not,” is a very truthful one, and many
a sufferer from insomnia would be
cured of the complaint if he drank a
cup of hot milk, with a little nutmeg
grated on top and sweetened, if de-
sired. Hot malted milk is also ex-
cellent, and hot milk toast has
brought restful slumber to many a
convalescent.
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| Beautiful Unseen World.
| There is a veil covering the unseen
world which not the strongest man
' nor even the united strength of all the
strongest men that ever lived could
| tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry,
' love, romance, can push aside that cur-
tain and view and picture the super-
' nal beauty and wonder beyond.—Frank
* P. Church, in New York Sun.
| Where Loyalty Counts.
| Loyalty to one’s employer is the
; first lesson that should be taught to
| the aspirant for a place in the busi-
{| ness world, says a circular sent out
by the efficiency bureau of the New
York university. The reason given
is that loyalty means success to the
employer and resultant prosperity to
the employee.
Sharpening a Worn File.
“When a file gets dull,” said the
master mechanic, “you can restore its
effectiveness by pouring a little nitric
acid over it. This roughens the raised’
parts and deepens the sunk parts so
that it will again file your nails or cut
a bar of iron.”
Vinegar in Ink,
Very often ink gets stringy or oily.
This is caused by the action of the
air. A few drops of vinegar put into
the ink will make it usable again, but
the better plan is to keep the ink bot-
tle covered.
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Game in California.
California is one of the richest states
of the Union in game. The varieties
include deer, elk, moose, antelope, cari-
bou, wild turkey, pheasant, duck,
goose, brant, plover, snipe and rail.
Man of His Word.
“Is Bliggins ‘a man of his word?”
“Unfortunately so. Whenever he sings
‘Landlord, Fill the Flowing Bowl!’ or
TI Won't Go Home Till Morning!’ he
absolutely insists on making good.”
en eee ene.
Look Ahead!
The present moment is the worst;
the lenient hand of Time is daily
and hourly either lightening the bur-
den, or making us insensible to the
weight.—Robert Burns.
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Drink Water for Health.
Persons who wish to keep “up to the
mark” should drink water systematic-
ally regardless of the feeling of actual
thirst—before breakfast, between
meals, and at bedtime.
Hard Command to Obey.
Irate Sergeant (to unhappy recruit,
who won’t “cut it short”)—Silence
wid you!—whin you're sPakin’ to a
h’officer!—London Opinion.
Evidently a Reader.
Teacher—“What is the elephant
hunted for, Emerson?” Bright pupil—
“Magazine articles!”’—Puck.