Japan has acquired the American
dining car system at a jump without
pausing at -~*e railway sandwich stage.
Brocks Adams believes that wars,
financial panics and revolutions are
the efforts of society and readjustment
after its equilibrium has been de
stroyed.
A crusade against the adulteration
of milk has ben started in Paris, in
the hope of decreasing the great nior
talitv of infants, which is attributed to
this cause.
General Joseph Wheeler told a boy's
brigade in Philadelphia the other night
that his earnest hope is that we shall
never have another war, and he added
that there wil never be any necessity
for one "if all persons will be good."
The foreign born element in New
York City numbers 1,270,009, of whom
Great Britain has contributed 365,452,
Scandinavia, 49,001; the Teutonic
countries 397,042, the Latin races 161,-
596, the Slavonic countries 245,144,
and Asiatic countries 8964.
Who can set bounds to trolley ex
tensions in these days? Within a
wonderfully short time surface elec
tric cars wiX be running without
breaks, it is claimed, between New
York City and Boston, Washington
and other large cities. No "one of
these lines, however, should be per
mitted to ruin the boulevard's and.
pleasure drives in suburban districts.
The trolley companies should pur
chase the right of way, "as the steam
railroads do, contends the New York
Tribune.
Asia Minor suffers as greatly from
earthquakes as Mexico, perhaps more
so. The calamity which has now
overtaken Shamaka, over near the
Caspian sea, was paralleled at Achal
kalek about two years ago. About 600
people were killed at that time. Only
a few months before 1500 lives were
lost in the province of Smyrna, on the
Mediterranean. Shamaka has been
particularly famous for such shocks,
but in spite of them was long a place
of official residence, and even now is
the centre of a large silk industry.
The story is told of a New England
er, about 70 years old, and apparently
a vegetarian, who, having learned that
Henry Van Dyke, author of"The Hill
ing Passion," made occasional expeli
tions to Canada and elsewhere in
search of big game, recently sent to
him a p«n drawing made by himself
of a stag—a charming piece of work
for a man of such years—and under
neath placed ihis motto in large let
ters: "Thou shalt not kill." Dr. Van
Dyke, in acknowledging receipt of tho
drawing, thanked his friend for his
kindness, and sugested that under cer
tain conditions a more appropriate
text would be Acts x, 13: "Rise, Peter,
kill and eat."
Anent Mr. Rockefeller's declaration
that honesty, perserverance and indus
try are the essential requisites for
business, light on the accuracy of that
contention may be cast by the follow
ing facts: In a British colony close
to t!*e newest of our insular posses
sions there lives a certain Portuguese
person who is a sugar planter, and
who has made a remarkable business
success. While his neighbors have
slowly drifted down from wealth into
something desperately close to hopc
les ruin, this man has prospered, he
has added estate to estate, and, de
spite the competition and barriers, he
has gone on steadily piling up money.
He began life as a plantation laborer
without a shilling; he is i?o illiterate
that he cannot sign his name or keep
even the rudest of accounts. His
neighbors admit that he performs his
contracts, but they credit him with no
remarkable honesty, and neither his
industry nor his perseverance is at all
beyond the ordinary tropical standard.
The fact is that he had a natural
genius for raising sugar in that par
ticular island, and fate was kind
enough to carry him to what is prob
ably the one place in all the world
where his special ability could be fully
developed. The world is full of just
such cases, and side by side with them
are other cases, of men honest, indus
trious, and persevering, who haven't
the knack of making lots of money.
They are good men, but they are not
good business men —and what real
difference does it make if they are
not? Certainly it doesn't prove that
they are failures, nor does it give rich
men the right to enrage them by de
claring that men get rich by the exer
cise of honesty, industry, and perse
verance when they don't do any such
thing, no matter how honest, industri
ous and persevering they may be, ex
claims the New York Times.
There are 3546 millionaires in th«
United States, and less than 150 ol
them are known outside of their own
counties.
Santos Dumont's experiments hav»
not yet reached a point where they in
spire fear that an immense amount cJ
capital has been tied up in the old
fashioned craft.
It is related of Samuel Alvin Sperry,
who recently died in Reno county,
Kan., that he was one of a family ol
14 children, all of whom lived to be
more than 75 years old.
Humanitarians progress throughout
the centuries toward a speedy and
painless mode of execution has been
increasing. First came tortures un
speakable. Then the axe, the noose,
the garrote, the guillotine, the electrio
chair. And now—the automobile.
A Boston firm of dealers in china and
glass ware that has ocupied the same
site for a portion of three centuries,
its store having first been opened
there in 1798, is selling at auction its
stock, said to be valued at $300,000,
preparatory to moving further up
town.
A judge of the English high court
has determined that a bicycle is legal
ly "a vehicle hung on springs," and
now the Kent county council has de
clared that perambulators and chil
dren's mail carts are carriages within
the meaning of the by-law relating to
the carrying of lights at night.
Arctic Exporer Peary, whose leave
of absence from duty in the navy de
partment has been extended for an
other six months, has been off duty al
ready for nearly 12 years—and during
all this time he has bean engaged in
exploration in the frozen north. If
patience, good fortune and everlast
ingly sticking at it be talisman to
conjure with, Commander Peary
should surely be able to solve the mys
tical polar problem.
The French academy has appropri
ated a sum for the maintenance of an
album in which three photographs of
every Immortal—one showing the full
face and two the profile—will be care
fully preserved. When an acedemi
cian dies it is usual to adorn what may
be called the literary Hotel des Inval-
Idee with his bust, but occasionally
the sculptor experiences difficulty in
finding a trustworthy representation
erf the departed great.
The teaching of cookery in the Eng
lish board schools is sometimes not ap
preciated by those who would be most
benefited by it. The teacher of one
of these schools recently received the
following letter of protest: "My Mary
Ann is not going to be a servant. I
wants her to be a lady, and the less
she knows of how to cook victuals the
better. When 1 sent my gal to the
board school I aid not expect she was
going to be taught undignified things
like that."
It is officially announced that th«
government profited last year to tho
extent of a half million dollars be
cause of postal orders that were sent
and never called for. 'We accept the
fact, but not the explanation, says the
Detroit Free Press. Americans are
proverbially careless in money mat
ters, but they have a thriftiness that
would at least impel them to visit the
postoffice and exchange a signature
for ready money. As a rule those who
get a remittance in this way need it
and are sufficiently interested togo
after it. It is a more reasonable ex
planation that tho great majority oi
these postal notes did not reach their
destination, and upon this follows the
conclusion that the government should
provide greater safety for those de
livering money to it for others.
In regard to Great Britain's food
supply and possible danger to it by
reason of foreign war the British con
troversialists seem to be substantially
agreed upon the facts, and to differ
only in the conclusions to be drawn
from them. The facts are, briefly, that
the United Kingdom needs abount 240,-
(.'OO,OOO bushels of wheat annually, and
raises les than 55,000,000 bushels by
home agriculture. Of the home prod
uct at least one-fifth must be kept for
seed, so that the country is depend
ent upon foreigners for about four
fifths of its breadstuff supply. There
is no effort to acumulate gran
ary stores. The British millers buy
options in wheat, which is drawn from
foreign granaries as needed. It fro- j
qucntly happens that the entire avail
able stock on hand at one time in the
United Kingdom does not exceed
15,000,000 bushels—about a three
weeks' supply. Even after harvest'
time there is never a four months' <
stock of wbeat on the island.
CURIOSITY OF A GIANT SQUID~J|
4 A TALE OF A DEEP-SEA DIVER. FT
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J BY ARTHUR E. MOFARLANE. G
The N master diver was turning over
some of his old helmets. Long aud
corrupting acquaintance with salt wa
ter had left the tiuned-over copper
! bulbs a rusty, greenish gray.
• "Why don't 1 keep them polished
: up?" he said. "Because they're a great
i deal better the way they are. A shiny
1 new helmet is one eternal nuisance;
i you never get any peace till it's coated
I over. When I'm wearing one, I al
ways feel as if my head was a sort of
' trolling spoon; anyhow, most fish re
[ gard it that way. And 1 must say they
! do certainly seem to be trying their
I level best to be caught.
"I often think that with the ma
jority of seabeasts life must be one
long struggle between a natural wari
ness and a more than natural curios
ity. They've all been brought up to
give a wide offing to things they don't
understand; but it's bred in their
bone to want to see and keep up with
everytmng that's new. And when it's
something that's got a glitter or polish
to it, all that their parents and guar
dians have taught tuem from the be
ginning of time isn't going to hold
them back.
"And no one has such opportunities
to find that out as the diver. At first,
when you're being lowered, there's
nothing but a flicker of tails disap
pearing in every uireetion; but after
a while, and very soon if you're wear
ing a new headpiece, you begin to
make out big pairs of goggle eyes
staring at you from the under-sea
twilight, and they gradually move in
closer and closer. In a few minutes
probably they'll be making little darts
at your fingers and swishing their tails
across your face.
"And yet in some cases they may
cot be at all hesitating about introduc
ing themselves. Down in the West
Indies there's a fish of the forward
sort. That's the booby. Did you ever
see a skate when a Ashman's tied a
cord around his neck, bent his silly
face forward, and set him up on a
table to keep things gay and humor
ous in the market? Well, a booby
looks something like that
"But with all his amazing ugliness,
it isn't the booby's looks so much as
his overwhelming suddenness that
makes him unpopular with deep
sea men. A diver goes down, and along
with the other fish the booby hears
of it. But is he shy and timid about
coming forward? The minute he hears
of a miraculous stranger in his midst,
my, but he does more than 'want to
know!' He's not even content to
•wait for the extrys," as you might
say; he's got to rush straight down
town to see the bulletins!
"The first thing the unsuspecting
diver knows, he's hit plump in the
forward face-plate; and between his
being jarred like a ship in a bow-on
collision, and his being given the firm
belief that he's had a visit from the
very old grinning demon of the under
sea himself, he's ready to put for
the surface like a stampeded derrick
hoist. and do his recovering slow and
at leisure. He's lucky if the booby
hasn't tried the thickness of both his
side-plates, too, before he's safe over
the gunwale!
"There's another sea beast that has
his own peculiar curiosity, and that's
the giant squid; but there's nothing
so very humorous aDout their little
prying inquisitiveness. Once in the
Mediterranean one gave me a half
hour which I thought would leave me
gray-headed. Just how near it was tc
being my last dive I'll never know.
"It happened in the end of the sum
mer, when I'd been on that job near
Shanghai, and I was coming home by
way of Suez when I got a wire at
Port Said from headquarters direct
ing me to take my gear and side
track myself direct to Palermo, Sicily.
When 1 got there —and I didn't lose
any time making connections —1 found
that a badly moored liner had pinched
a big lighter between herself and the
mole—the long stone wharf and break
water the Palermese are so proud of—
anu, smashing it abeam, had sent it
to the bottom. It was a government
lighter, and its cargo was an unusually
valuable one —would run $40,000 or
$50,000 in our money—and I was to do
what I could toward hoisting a good
fat salvage out of it.
"It was simple, easy work. There
were two or three hundred medium-
Fized cases to derrick up, and for me it
wasn't much more than snap-to the
chain-hooks and >;ive the word to haul
away.
"In fact, there was only one thing
which kept the job from being exactly
the kind I like; I couldn't seem to
make good tenders of the Italian sea
men they'd given me to work with.
They would pump steadily enough,
but had no head at all for signal tak
ing; and before long I was practically
regulating my air supply, and timing
my descents for myself.
"I never got too little wind, and
when I got too much I simply opened
a wristband and llabbied out in no
time. Then, too, I had a leaded ca
ble ladder dropped from the side of
the mole to the deck of the lighter
and I climbed up and down that with
out any useless telegraphing. After
the first week I told them not to bother
looking for any signals but those to
let down and haul up the hoisting
tackle.
"For all the Italians were stupid
about a diving 'hose and line,' they
were mighty goou fellows; and in the
evenings, when they could get off. I
had great times with t'.icru and their
friends. Queerly enough, too, most
of my fun was ingoing fishing for the
squid. They way of catching it was
a new idea to me. They take 20-foot
cane poles and fasten bunches of stur
geon hooks to tne ends of them, like
a lot of very short lashes on very long
whip-stocks; and they manage to get
'Signor Pulpu'—as the polite Paler
mese call the beast —tangled up in
them pretty badly.
"They do their fishing on nights
when there's a moon, for squid make
it their habit to spend their day out
at sea and to come back inshore late
in the evening. When it is moonlight
they can be spotted very easny, for
they swim just below the surface, and
their pinwheel motion roughens up the
water above them till the bright sil
ver is in oxidized whorls. As soon as
a pulpu has circled himself into strik
ing distance a bunch of hooks is slid
under him, and one fine Italian twist
anu jerk does his business before he
knows what's killed him.
"And they're not slaughtered wan
tonly, either, but the pot and oven,
like any other fish. Although I was
naturally rather stand-offish about
them at first, after I'd tasted them
boiled in oil and caraway seed, and
lathered over with eggplant sauce, I
couldn't help owning that Americans
aren't the only people who know
what's good.
"I suppose, too, my eating them
changed my way of looking at squid
a lot; anyhow, even while we caught
most of them off the very mole that I
was working beside, I don't think I
gave two anxious thoughts to them
when 1 was in the water. More than
likely that was because those I'd seen
caught never weighed more than 25
pounds, and because I took it for
granted that they were all out at sea
in my working hours. Well, they
weren't all under 25 pounds, or all
out at sea at daylight, either!
"I learned this one aftprnoon when
something went wrong with the jerry
rigged derrick we were using. For
half an hour no tackle had come down
to me, and at last I got tired of doing
nothing. I d never been between
decks at all, for as the boat was a
common lighter, everything I'd had
to handle was piled up above; but now
that I had the time, I thought I'd like
to see how the Sicilian lighterman had
his living quarters furnished. So I
climbed down the hatchway ladder.
"You often hear people speaking
of 'black darkness,' and, as I've had
cause to know, its possible for some
caves and mine cuttings to be pretty
pitchy; but tney're nothing to what the
hold of a wreck turn show. When
you're down any depth to speak of,
there's almost no such thing as re
fracted light; if you don't get it in the
form of direct rays, you don't get it
at ail.
"When I stepped out of the shaft of
hatchway twilight into the 'tween
decks shadow it was like passing
through a curtain; and as I felt my
way toward where the cook's galley
ought to be, it was like thrusting my
arms and legs into a new element —
one thicker than water and not even
liquid; it was kind of furry and seemed
to slide and creep.
"It had its enect on me, and the
gloom and 'lonesome horrors' that no
ulver working in darkness is ever
wiiiiout, were beginning to craw over
me, when suddenly something whipped
and closed about my wrist. It was
like a big roll of cold, slippery elastic.
"It held me only a moment, but it
left me water-kneed, goose-fleshed and
swallowing. I don't Know where my
blood went to, but I know it dropped
out of my heart as if an exhaust had
been opened in the oottom of it; and
on my feet were the pigs of lead that
hold you down in nightmares.
"I stayed right there', listening to
my pulse beating In my ears and feel
ing myself grow sick; and when I did
pull myself together enough to reach
for the signal line, my arm was
clutched like a flash. The next mo
ment my other was a prisoner, too.
Then the tentacles began to nose about
all over me .«i\e eels.
*'l did not need my eyes to know
what it was. I'd heard of the curiosi
ty of the giant rock squid, and I'd
often watched the little ones in the
Palermo aquarium. They'll lay hold
of something new to them, and paw
it over deliberately by the hour,
squeezing and pulling it, and never
letting go for a minute.
"All this came back to me, and I
could judge the size of the squid that
hau got hold of me by t.e length of
its arms. Its eyes told its ouxit, too;
for when I'd got my strength again,
and my struggling began to turn its
curiosity into anger, they came out
phosphorescent in the darkness. They
were hideous anough danger signals,
and as I wrenched and heaved they
lighted up uglier and uglier. Eor all
I could do the grip on me only tight
ened.
"But it wasn't the tightness of the
grip that was sending uie crawling
shudders through me; it was the kind
of grip it was. For the suckers—and
there were two rows of tuem on every
arm—began to 'set' and 'draw.' They
glued themselves to me all over, but
I felt their mouth worst on my bare
hands and wrists.
' Sometimes I would get hold of the
end of an arm, and twist it off me;
but it only gave and stretched like the
elastic It was. I knew that as soon
as I had to relax the tension it would
sprln-, back again. And every minute
or two the brute spat its sepia: I could
cm ell it even through my rubber suit.
I fought and yelled like a crazy maa.
for my nerves had gone; but the thiCK
'hough! hough!' the beast makes wheD
its blood is up was all the answer and
heed it gave me.
"Vet in that first terror it hadn't
rightly come over me what my real
danger v/as. It was only when I had
struggled and screamed myself tire J
and had gasping leisure for clear
thinking that x realized what the end
of it was likely to be. My first
thought was, that, after all, I couldn't
be choked to death nor my air supply
shut off, and it would only be a mat
ter of time till I and the brute would
be hauled up together.
"Then of a suuuen my mind went
back to the aquarium again, and I re
membered that whenever the little
squids in it caught a fish, or anything
else soft enough, they never failed tc
finish handling it by pushing out tnat
chisel-edged, parrot beak of tneirs, and
ripping it up just as a child might an
old rag doll. Its head had only to let
go whatever it was holding to in the
galley, the beak had only to reach the
breast of my suit or even to slit up
one of my sleeves to drown me as sure
as if there weren't a diving pump with
in a thousand miles of Palermo.
"I think I went into a kind of de
lirium then, filling my helmet full of
senseless screeching till it rang like
a Chinese gong, jerking and writhing
the brute's arms, and flnging my
head back and forward in the crazy
hope of senuing up a signal that way;
but I had too much slack, and I knew
they'd probably not heed it, anyway.
"All the time the suckers were draw
ing steadily stronger; from the first
nip and sting, I felt now a long burn
ing ache. One arm was coiling itself
more anu more around my neck. I
could hear it rub squeaking about my
copper collar, and as it tightened I
knew it was bringing the head grad
ually closer.
"The sepia was now as vile as two
year bilge. As I foamed and fought,
the eyes stood out like great apols with
candles behind them, and the lights in
them turned c-rueler and crueier at
every heave I gave. I couldn't think
or pray. I could only rave at the Ital
ians up above for letting me be done
to death like this.
"Suddenly I felt the hose and line
growing taut. The next minute I was
off my feet, and there was a terrific
tug as the squid's anchorage in the
galley was broken. But we were lifted
steadily up, he still gripping to me,
and so in one big clump we came to
the hatchway. He tried to get a pur
chase' on it as we squeezed through, but
he didn't. I was in luck that lie had
such other things to think of, for they
kept his beak off me.
"No, I didn't end up by fainting or
anything like that When they'd un
screwed my face plate, I just sat on the
side of the mole and did a little laugh
ing and crying both at once. I can
remember yet the outlandish sound I
made; It was for all the world like
the squawking of an old rooster when
you've laid his poor neck across the
chopping block.
"It was two days before I could key
myself up to putting the armor on
again. Even then you could still see
the red marks all over my hands and
wrists; you can make them for your
self by touching your skin with a
pneumatic nozzle for a second, or even
by sucking hard with your lips.
"My tenders said they had hauled
me up because they'd felt a queer,
steady pulling on the hose. Probably
the brute had got hold of it with one
cf his arms, and had reefed in the
slack to see what it was; its curiosity
may have been my salvation after all.
However, my gang took all the credit
for it.and they prepared to boil and
eat two of Signor Pulpu's legs by way
ot celebrating the event. But first they
put him whole on the scales. He
weighed only 79 pounds—but. as the
celebration showed, it was all pretty
solid muscle.
"That feast petered out before it was
really well started. Even 'fore-the
mastjaws couldn't manage it; they
cast anchor in the first chop. As for
me. that was no great disappointment,
for I'd been content to look on. Some
how, ! still felt stand-offish toward
that squid. Eating your conquered
enemy is kind of un-American, any
way."—Youth's Companion.
An Age of Comfort*.
Some people with elastic minds
havo stretched theirs into thinking
that boots can be blacked on the com
munity plan, and have recently organ
ized a company for the pnrpose of
making money by sending uniformed
attendants to private houses to clean
and polish shoes while the wearer
dreams peacefully. The slumberer
awakes, plunges into a tliteiT oath, and
then sees his glowing Image in liis
glistening boots already blacked. Tru
ly this is an age of contorts. Accord
ing to a circular at hand, polished
shoes are "indispensable to well
groomed men and women." Through
the lack of time or through the negli
gence of servants, shoes are not al
ways properly cleaned at home; con
sequently many minutes are wasted in
the boot black's chair, ana time is
money. The blacking boys of this
traveling system are not paid cash,
but are given coupons which are sold
by the company in hlocKs or JO, 20,
and 40—in brief, the customer be
comes a commuter. Another aovancc
to that happy time when one can con
tract with scientific- specialists to
treat the smallest, household ailments.
—New York Post.
£nn<l»y in T>lfTerent Nation*.
Each day of the week is observed aa
Sunday by some nation. The first
day of the week is our Christian Sun
day, Monday is the sacred day of the
Greeks. Tuesday is the holy day of
the Persians, Wednesday of the As
syrians. Thursday cf the Egyptians
Friday of th? Turks and Saturday cf
the Jews.
THE GRh/ix
SOME STARTLINC FACTS ABOUT
THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE.
Strong Drink tlie Curse of Millions I*.
Our Moueru Civilization—lkying* Pro
crastination and Self-Delusion Are
In Kvery Glass of Spirits.
"There is a way that seemeth right unto
a man, but the end* thereof are the ways
of death."—Proverbs, xlv, 12.
This is to be no sermon un teetolaism.
The desire is to discuss with young men
and others, not a sentimental principle,
buc the interest of each individual.
Strong drink is the curse of millions in
our modern civilization.
There is throughout society what may be
called a "whisky level." This level exists
in every great city and in every small vil
lage. There are men classed as whisky
drinkers, bard drinkers, and, whatever
they may profess to believe, they are and
they know they are the i>ariahs of the
community.
Whisky has many apologists; there are
many arguments offered in itr> l'avor. But
these arguments are feeble compared with
those that may be brought against it.
You are told truthfully this:
The drinking nations of the world are
the great and successful nations. A small
handful of drinking English can subdue
and control the temperate millions of In
dia, Egypt, etc.
Perfectly true. The powerful races do
drink. But the powerful individuals do
not drink.
The conquering armies are armies of
drinking men usually—but their leaders
arc sober, temperate men. If you want
to be one of the ordinary crowd, no worse
and no better than others, drink spirits
"moderately," as whisky's friends put it.
But remember that there is no such thing
as drinking whisky "moderately."
Immoderate drinking makes you a
brute; it classes you among those in the
picture; so-called moderate whisky drink
ing takes the edge off your ability. It dis
counts your mental activity. You can't
be one of the really successful men if you
Btart out to be a moderate drinker.
What does a young man lose by not
drinking spirits?
In the first place it is necessary to culti
vate the taste in the beginning. Why cul
tivate it at all?
Iri the second place, admitting all the
usual sophistry about moderate drinking,
whisky means the loss of time, loss of
money, loss of clear mental thought.
There is boasting, lying, vacillation, pro
crastination, self-delusion in every glass
of spirits.
How many millions of men —on their
dying bed have wished fervently and
mournfully that they had never tasted
spirits?
Did any dying man ever regret a temper
ate life?
England drinks more gin—perhaps—than
any other two nations. But the gin of
England is drunk by England's failures.
The successful of England don't know the
taste of gin. The deeper you go into
Whiteehapel the greater the number of
gin bottles per capita.
Young men should know and daily re
member that whisky and all other spirits
cheat their bodies and brains.
Whisky does for the nerves what a lash
does for a tired horse.
Your system needs rest. Your brain to
compete with others ought to sleep and re
cuperate. Whisky lies to you. It makes
you think that it can give the rest and the
renewed strength. It creates an appetite
in the nerves, and when you satisfy that
appetite it makes you think you have
found renewed strength, whereas you have
only taken a new dose of poison.
Your brain and heart are lashed by
whisky into temporary activity. And you
wonder that you are passed in life's race
by the man of less ability. You need not
wonder. He has given his brain, body and
heart normal rest, while you have given
yours a beating.—New York Journal.
An Old, Old Story Told Acain.
To be born with a good body, a pleasing
countenance, quick intelligence, a fine
voice and talent that wins early recogni
tion—that, surely, is a heritage to be
grateful for.
A man who was thus endowed died in
Boston on Sunday.
Time was when people would crowd thea
tres to hear him sing and see him dance
and laugh at his fun.
He made immense sums of money and
might easily have retired with wealth be
fore he was forty.
Instead, he died penniless at fifty-six in
a poor lodging house, separated from his
family, ana all his friends were tired of
trving to save lnm from himself.
Whisky.
That one word is the epitaph of Billy
Emerson, the minstrel, rich, and famous
in his way not so very long ago.
And he differed from the countless
wrecks whom he went to pieces only in his
greater natural gifts and the larger oppor
tunities for better things which those gifis
brought him.
He had plenty of brains and seemed to
have good sense.
But that was not so. No man with good
sense will drink whisky when experience
tells him that he likes it too well. _
That is the lesson which Billy Emerson
and nil his unhappy kind bequeath to
young men. —New York Journal.
Is a Drunkard a Lunatic?
Senator Trainor believes that an habit*
ual drunkard should be sequestered and
treated in many respects the same as a lu
natic. The Senator has introduced a bill
in the Legislature at Albany which per
mits the commitment of a man charged
with habitual drunkenness to an institu
tion from which he cannot escape without
an order from the Supreme Court. The
bill in other forms has been introduced for
the last three years, and has always been
opposed for its drastic assumption that a
drunkard is unable to take care of him
self or manage his affairs. It has been
pointed out by those averse to the Trainor
plan that there are so many varying de
grees of drunkenness that there might be
danger of a wealthy man who drank free
ly every day being hurried off by design
ing relatives and locked up for an indefi
nite period.
Due to Alroholtpm, „
Europe is discovering that crime is in®
creasing there far more rapidly among the
young than among the adults. At the
fifth congress of criminal anthropology, re
cently held in Amsterdam, the startling
fact was brought out that there are six
times as many murders committed by
young men between the ages of sixteen and
twenty as by adults between thirty and
thirty-five. The cause is charged to the in
crease of alcoholism.
The Crusade in Brief.
More alcoholic liquors arc drunk in
France than in any other country.
In 1880 one person in every 1315 Prus
sians became insane by means of drink.
Habitual drunkenness is a direct cause
for absolute divorce in thirty-five States
of the Union.
A great proportion of the epilepsy,
idoey and mental deficiency are also due
to the drunken habits of the parents or of
the afflicted themselves.
From 1882-01 there were 44.539 tramps in
tha German labor colonies; all but twenty
three per cent, of these were thus de
graded through drunkenness.