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CAMERON COUNTY PRESS.
H. H. MULLIN, Ed,tor.
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Men and Women.
When a man is left, with a lot of
motherless children on his hands, he
usually scatters them among his
relatives. If it is the woman who is
left with fatherless little ones, she
keeps them together and earns a liv
ing besides. Women develop great
energy when left without a man. In
fp.ct, all the widows we know are
getting along a great deal better than
the married women.—Atchison Globe.
Coffins Made of Paper.
Some undertakers, whose customers
are poor people, are using coffins
made of paper. The coffins are made
in all styles of pressed paper pulp,
just the same as the common paper
buckets. When they are varnished
and stained they resemble polished
wood, and in point of durability it is
claimed they are much better than
wooden ones.
Prepared for Death.
At the funeral recently of William
I..akin, aged 90, in Stapenhill church
yard, Burton-ou-Trent. England, it was
found that he had bought his vault
30 years ago, and since then had per
sonally bricked in his w'ife and daugh
ter and other members of the family.
He had lived within a stonethrow of
the grave over 80 years.
An Egyptian Plumber.
"1 think," said the professor, "from
the utensils about him, that this mum
my must have been an Egyptian
plumber." "How interesting," mused
his dreamy assistant, "could we but
bring him back to life." The profes
sor shook his head. "Too risky. Who's
going to pay him for his time?"
True Patient Work.
An idea arrives without effort; a
form can only be wrought out by pa
tient. labor. If your story is worth
telling, you ought to love it enough
to work over it until it is true —true
not only to the idea), but true also to
the real.—Henry van Dyke.
Genius Without Common Sense.
Adam Smith taught the world polit
ical economy—he hadn't sense enough
to regulate his own affairs. Marchiavelli,
prince of political strategists, whose
cunning brain wove the most intricate
webs of diplomacy, had not the quality
to enable him to earn his daily bread.
Worth Choosing.
"In choosing his men," said the Sab
bath-school superintendent, "Gideon
did not select those who laid aside
their arms and threw themselves
down to drink. He took those who
watched with one eye and drank with
the other."
Theory and Practice.
"My dear, you can goto school
with the children; some one is going
to lecture on the curse of alcohol. I'll
wait for you at the Blue Rock over
a couple of mugs of beer." —Fliegende
Blatter.
Said Uncle Silas.
"When a woman asks her husband
togo out and pick up a basket of
chips, she has in mind a different
brand than hubby has."—Los Angeles
Express.
That's So.
"The time, the place, and the girl.
How seldom we see them together."
"And another rare combination is the
man, the scheme, and the coin."—ll
lustrated Bits.
Uncle Ezra Says:
It may be good teachin' to turn the
other cheek to yewr adversary an' git
It biffed, but my experience hez be'n
that it if the best policy to get it out
of his way.—lioston Herald.
Sacrifice Sales.
A department store is a place where
prices are butchered to make a wom
an's holiday.—From "Pippins and
Peaches."
Spend Much on Intoxicants.
On an average each resident of Ber
lin is said to spend one-eleventh of his
income on intoxicating drink.
Good Sentiment.
It's a whole lot better to be sorry be
fore you do it than after you get
caught.—John A. Howland.
Laundries Use Much Soap.
It is estimated that the laundries
of London, England, use 700 tons of
*oap in a week.
fiy EARL MARBLE,
Sweet•/Mdllid.l Day,
We At I out, ;i jwith| blo^pms„ richly laden,
To lay the bldorns May—
c As of fabled ,'Aiden —
On gonef ij^foFe,
Cs "faitfo sl(ie.,said ( Quaintly,
"Foi* brief whb-' [tfpar,"/ 17 '
/ Ana d rppp e|n \in]^ipmanner/saintly.,
"For sHer' saidT as'
M cTsUpon hiis grave she propped some' roses—
"The red-.Torj pnd' | f^"' v
The ojf [soldier sleeping',
cheek ihe.-pinK did - play,
TOs;'frofn'''her heart the bloods came leaping'.
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HisJ t cla'st> ? the' maiden's" soft hand soug'ht,
'/y ;Thte\While they stood—half glad, half weeping-
He scattering flowers he had brought
Above the hero in deaths-sleeping.
'"Twas nice you should remember him,"
He said, "by such a loving. toKen."
"A hero," she replied, eyes dim— N
"So all the neighbors oft have "spoken."
They slowly, sadly 'turned away, x
And soon the two were homeward walKing—
Sweet Mollie Dean, brave Harold Gray—
Of things not in their thoughts just talKing'.
When suddenly "I've lost my heart!"
Her voice leaped upward lifte a rocKet,
And bacK she made a sudden start —
"My heart!— my little golden locKet!"
They bacKwsrd went, and on the grave
Young Harold found it where 'twas lying,
And said, "I'll Keep it," the sly Knave—
To Keep bacK tears was Mollie trying.
"O no, dear Harold, not this heart,"
She said, through tears so faintly smiling.
"The other, then?" he said, Love's art
The maiden's beating heart beguiling.
| The Proper Saiute to the 1
| Greatest of All |
| the Flags |
HE l ues t ion of sa_
lutiD S the fla S has
V*? '■.<\j?" been and is now be
ine agitated exten
sively, with the laud
tfflj ; \jiHs able object of in-
S $ stilling into every
H'-'' fffl- t youthful heart that
H Hjijj jy, patriotism without
!»'•' 0 which no country
' fJ can live. Saluting
, .. the flag may be new
gorne _ but it is
/,T)Old to this writer.
Wf Away back in the
60's, when a tiny child of tender
years, upon the death of my mother,
my father being in the Army of the
Cumberland, I was left in the care of
the widow of the late Capt. John
Clevea Symmes (of arctic fame),
U. S. A.
Mrs. Symmes was the daughter of
an army officer, -Col. Pelchy, U. S. A.,
and the widow, first of Capt. Lock
wood, U. S. A., then of Capt. Symmes,
and was a most heroic army woman.
At the time of which I write she was
80 years old, full of vigor and activity.
The civil war engrossed her entirely.
F.verything she could do or say for
her beloved union she said and did.
Her energies were often directed to
ward me, and well have 1 cause never
to forget the flag. From the time I
could bend my tiny body I was "or
dered" to salute it.
Promptly at 9 a. m. we often went
on "parade"—that is, we walked out
over the old streets of Newport, Ky.,
generally ending the day at the old
barricks (now destroyed), to hear the
band at the evening concert
One of iny childish honors was
when, twice a year, we went to Cin
cinnati, where "grandma" received
her pension from the government in
gold. As we would approach the build
ing on Third street, over which the
flag was floating, "Salute the flag,
child," she would command. Then
she and I would make the French
courtesy—she was French —bending
from the waist, low, almost to the
ground, and in the most profound man
ner, which seemed to me a kind of
funereal performance. It always at
tracted the attention of surprised peo
ple. She never noticed them, but tc
me it was a real concern which the
bright little gold dollar—my part of
the pension—could not wholly do
away with. Everywhere and under
any circumstances 1 would never fail
to salute that (lag, and she saw to it
'hat 1 understood why this act of rev
erence was rendered.
"It is your country," and later, "it is
ih» union it represents, for which sr
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 27, 1909.
many have laid down their lives tc
save."
One day there came a letter to me,
all to my own little self, from iny fa
ther, written on the battlefield of
Shiloh. The envelope had a little flag
in the loft corner and had a narrow
border in blue and red around it. Sta
tionery was thus decorated in those
war days. He had been wounded
slightly in the shoulder and must go
to the hospital. He wanted to write
to his "darling child" himself, so that
if his name appeared among the
wounded or killed in the daily papers
I might know the truth. While he
wrote a large smooth chip of wood
served for his writing desk and his
back was braced against the huge for
est tree from which the chip had been
cut by some woodsman when the bat
tle began. This friendly tree protected
him as he wrote from the bullets,
which were still flying, although the
'tide of battle had turned in favor of
the union.
My father did not write how he had
received the wound, but I learned aft
erward. During the fight—indeed, at
the crisis—a standard bearer was shot
through the head and he fell to the
ground, bearing down the flag with
the staff broken in twain. My father,
standing near, saw it fall, and rushing
to the spot raised the flag and carried
it with both hands high as his arms
could reach onward to the thickest of
the fight. The regiment rallied and
followed with all speed, and, alas!
was cut to pieces.
My father's cap was shot from his
head and he was wounded in the shoul
der, but his act, I have been told,
helped to save the day.
That impressed me greatly—the fact
that my father had risked his life to
keep that fiag aloft. Surely I thought
in my childish brain, as I tried to
reason it all out, it must be something
very, very great, and it would be a
very, very wicked little girl or boy
who could ever see that noble banner
and faii to salute it.
At that time it was not customary,
and few ever did it. Now it is gener
ally observed; the only question
raised is, What particular way is the
best? I have seen many different
i forms of salute, and have read of many
; others, but to my mind there is none
I sweeter nor quainter than the one
; employed by a noble oM lady and a
; little child, bowing low from the
I waist, with the right hand just raised
10 the forehead, then brought down
i to the right side in grateful and loving
dilute to the all flags—
, StarGpangled Bantw.
THE STORY OF THE DAY
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SIR WALTER BESANT
once pointed out the su
perior significance, inter
est and character ot' our
national holidays. An
Englishwoman last year
discovered the beauty of our Memorial
day. She was a guest in an old New
England town, and missed nothing,
either of preparation or observance.
She helped gather flowers for the
children, who came begging them all
day, and listened to their confidences:
"My grandfather, he was a soldier.
There's (lowers and a flag on his
grave, anyway, but we bring flowers,
too." "This basketful's going to the
ladies of the post; they're making up
bouquets at the hall." "No'm, these
ain't for the soldiers; they're for our
baby. I've got enough to most cover
the mound, it's so little." "My, them
laylocks'll look fine on teacher's desk!
Yes'm, we decorate for the exercises,
and take 'em up to the cemetery aft
erward."
On Memorial day she attended the
exercises; saw the rows of young
faces turned attentively toward the
fine old man in faded uniform, who
spoke well and simply of the duties
of a citizen in war and peace; heard
the children sing; saw them salute
the flag.
Then came the procession—the old
soldiers, most in carriages, a sturdy
few on foot; the town officials; the
militiamen; the boys' brigade; the
fire company. With the crowd she
followed to the ancient burying
ground.
She saw blossoms and little waving
flags placed where lay men who had
served in the Spanish war, the civil
war, the Mexican war, the revolution,
and under a quaint stone, lichened and
aslant, a soldier of King Philip's war;
not one forgotten, not one neglected.
She observed how everywhere, in
every burial-plot, there were more
flowers; how, naturally and simply,
the day was coming to be one of re
membrance, not of soldiers, only, but
of all the honored and beloved dead;
how friends, meeting among the fra
grant paths, talked quietly of those
gone, or of the great historic days;
or noted with appreciation the grace
of memorial garlands or the beauty of
clustered flowers.
It happened that she was a woman
who had seen parades and pageants
and state solemnities in many lands.
She had kept very silent, and her
friend, fearing that, to her too-expe
rienced eye, the dignity of the occa
sion might have been impaired by oc
casional crudities and rusticities, and
a decoration here and there in ob
trusive ill taste, expressed her
doubts.
"No," said the Englishwoman.
"Where all take part, there must be
flaws like that. They are nothing.
When I think that every year, every
where in your great country, there are
scenes like this, in a spirit like this —
I believe I have never in my life seen
anything so beautiful." —Youth's Com
panion.
Grow Too Old for Parades.
As a day celebrated only by vet
erans of the union army, Memorial
day is rapidly slipping into the past.
The veterans are growing too old for
the parades which, until within a few
years, were its most conspicuous fea
ture. In the south, where Decoration
lay was formerly observed on dif
ferent dates in different states, the
ustom has grown of celebrating May
50, which until recently was an exclu
»ive anniversary of the Grand Army
<f the Kepuiiic.
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•'iT'Trirt-'I-****-' ori forty-one years tha
north and the south —
HL. though on different
Bp days—have decorated
the graves of their sol
dier dead of the might
iest war of modern times and the
greatest war of all time in the cause
for which it was fought. In the be
ginning the south, honestly and sin
cerely believing that it had a right
to withdraw from the union, proposed
to exercise this right peacefully if it
could, forcibly if it must. Its com
plaint was that the north would not
in good faith keep the national laws
made to protect the domestic insti
tution of the southern states —slavery
—and was continually encroaching on
it with new laws, and the south wished
a separate government in which such
laws would be supreme. The north
insisted that the union was indissol
uble; that once having entered it,
states could not withdraw. As a
question of law, this could never be
settled.
It is pitiful to see liow our fathers
for years argued and demonstrated
and quibbled over an interpretation
while in the background loomed the
real question, dimly discerned, never
wholly confessed, and ignored, as
much az possible; while as if to drown
consciousness the talk about "inter
pretation of the constitution" grew
ever louder, until the south struck. It
ordained the dissolution of this union
and fired on its flag. Then rose the
curtain on the red drama that cost
a million lives before the curtain fell.
Confused in the beginning, the
theme gradually unfolded, the back
ground became clear and the pro
tagonists were disclosed in deadly
strife, not over a petty text, but over
the question of human freedom versus
human slavery. The fathers had eat
en the sour grapes and the children's
teeth were set on edge. There could
be no compromise. As long as this
country was to be the heritage of those
that made it, the one idea or the other
must prevail. Freedom won—in a
blaze of glory, with a trail of re
flected light, seen clearer this day
every year, as the diminishing ranks
of the boys in blue march t r lay flow
ers—the rue of sacrifice and rose
mary for remembrance —on the
graves of "Those that have died al
ready."
This is the personal possession of
the union soldier—that he fought for
the cause of human freedom. And
Memorial day has this wider and
unique significance that it is not
merely in memory of brave men who
"gave the last full measure of devo
tion" for a cause they believed was
right, but that that cause was human
freedom! It abides. We that come
after them have a like battle to flght,
and the same old foe with a new
face. All slaves are not black. All
slavery has not the outward and vis
ible signs of dungeon and the lash.
We are still, as Lincoln said on the
field of Gettysburg, "engaged in a
great civil war testing whether a na
tion —conceived in liberty and dedi
cated to the proposition that all men
are created equal—can long endure."
And in this war north and south
clasp hands and stand shoulder
shoulder.
Common to All Americans.
In many parts of the south Memo
rial day is now jointly celebrated by
survivors of the blue and the gray,
and the custom is growing. As the
country comes more and more to cher
ish as a common inheritance the valor,
fortitude and self-sacrifice of that co«*
flict, it will become uuiversaL
All Who
Would
good health with its blessings, must un
derstand, quite clearly, that it involves th#
question of right living with all the term
implies. With proper knowledge of what
is best, each hour of recreation, of enjoy
ment, of contemplation and of effort may
be made to contribute to living aright.
Then the use of medicines may lx: dis
pensed with to advantage, hut under or
dinary conditions in many in.-;.inces a
simple, wholesome remedy may IK invalu
able if taken at the proper time and the
California Fig Syrup Co. holds that if is
alike important to present the subject
truthfully and to supply the one perfect
laxative to those desiring it.
Consequently, the Company's Syrup of
Figs and Elixir of Senna gives gem ral
satisfaction. To get its beneficial effects
buy the genuine, manufactured by the
California Fig Syrup Co. only, and for sale
by all leading druggists.
ANOTHER TERROR.
Frightened Tup—Oee! I always
heard that women were going into
everything; but I never knew there
were lady dog catchers;
The Tyrrany of Yesterday.
There are some people over whom
yesterday tyrannizes. That is to say,
they shrink from doing to-day any
thing that differs in the least from
what they did 24 hours ago. Emerson
has called consistency, under some
circumstances, "the hobgoblin of lit
tle minds," and Walter Ragohot has
said there are many persons to whom
It is a positive pain to entertain a new
idea. This slavish defense to yester
day robs us of many a fine inspira
tion, and many a splendid opportunity.
"Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I
would,'" we cower and falter and
shrink upon tho verge of great ex
ploits and achievements merely be
cause these would involve strange and
unfamiliar experiences. Of death it
self we are afraid, not because death
is painful, but because it is different
or seems to us different from what we
have been doing all along.
Only Sure Cure for Tubercuolsis.
Tn view of the constant agitation
and misrepresentation with regard to
the treatment of consumption, the
National Association for the Study and
Prevention of Tuberculosis has issued
a statement in which it states that the
only sure cure for this disease is fresh
air, rest and wholesome food. Hardly
a week passes without some quack
"doc or" or "eminent specialist" in
form ng the public that he has at last
discovered the sure cure for tubercu
losis. After examining every one of
these so-called cures, several hundred
in number, the National association
states that, one and all, they are mis
representations or fakes.
Who Said Them?
The golden text was "Suffer the lit
tle children to come unto me," and it
had been recited to the class by a
cherub on the front bench. Later in
the afternoon the teacher, in the
course of the lessons, had occasion to
refer to the text.
"Now, children," she said, "who said
those words?" and she repeated them.
A hand went up from one of the larger
boys on the back bench, and receiving
permission to answer, he said, pointing
to the cherub; "That little feller down
there."
LIGHT BOOZE
Do You Drink It?
>
A minister's wife had quite a tussle
with coffee and her experience is in
teresting. She says:
"During the two years of my train
ing as a nurse, while on night duty, I
became addicted to coffee drinking. Be
tween midnight and four in the morn
ing, when the patients were asleep,
there was little to do except make the
rounds, and it was quite natural that
1 should want a good, hot cup of cof
fee about that time. It stimulated me
and I could keep awake better.
"After three or four years of coffee
drinking I became a nervous wreck
and thought that I simply could not
live without my coffee. All this time
I was subject to frequent bilious at
tacks, sometimes so severe as to keep
me in bed for several days.
"After being married, Husband
begged me to leave off coffee for he
teared that it had already hurt me
almost beyond repair, so I resolved to
make an effort to release myself from
the hurtful habit.
"I began taking Postum, and for a
few days felt the languid, tired feeling
from the lack of the stimulant, but I
liked the taste of Postum and that
answered for the breakfast beverage
all right.
"Finally I began to feel clearer head
ed and had steadier nerves. After a
year's use of Postum I now feel like a
now woman—have not had any bilious
attacks since I left off coffee."
"There's a Reason." Read "The Road
to Wellville," in pkgs.
Ever rend tlic above letter 112 A new
one itp|ie:irn from time to time. They
are Keniitne, true, and full oi human
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