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She they .are ld escape n or fork e rest at meal end- and the e dessert er bowls en placed the maid 12, in the o pounds ne-fourth the two meg and ped fine; the meat ason with in a but- buttered first hour than the sh thor- gh mem- rr the fire and sim- 1e water, or chop blespoon- Spognfuls then add ; stir un- arts and Iz add a ispoonful unch of put it in * and let evel tea- ree level ir until , Stirring y leaf, a 2 cloves; ind rub 'n to the upful of eam; all soup is eam, (A, gpl RJ ~~ _ The. ‘simple life,” as lived b EO 4 ® A SERMON FOR SUNDAY AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE ENTITLED "COMMERCIALISM.” A Pertinent Talk on a Present-Day Prob- lems, by the Rev. Or. Reese F. Alsop— Jesus Christ is the Measure of the Stature of the Perfect Man. BROOKLYN, N. Y.—Dr. Reese F. Alsop, rector of St. Ann’s Church on the Heights, preached Sunday morning on ‘‘Commer- cialism.” He took his text from St. Luke xii:15: “Man’s life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he pos- sesses.”’ J Dr. Alsop said: I heard lately from a brilliant speaker an address on “Commercialism.” To the surprise of all, it was a panegyric rather than a diatribe. His argument was that commercial, that is, business activity, the industrial epoch .in which we live and whose push we feel, engenders certain use- ful and even moral qualities, such as thrift, underlying all accumulations of capital; truth telling, which is essential to success- ful trading; trust, without which the vast credit system of the day could not exist; the sense of responsibility shown in the honesty of the great army of clerks and place holders, among whom breaches of trust, defaults and the like are compara- tively rare, the percentage of the honest being surprisingly high. At the same time our Civil War and the Boer War have shown that the commercial spirit did not extinguish heroism and liberality. Wit- ness the gifts of rich inen to education and charities. Now that is all true, and yet there is a bad flavor about the word commercialism. It has another cannotation. Is it not a matter of emphasis? Jesus says, “Seek ye first the kingdom of God.” He says again, “What will a man give in exchange for his life?” What are men exchanging their life, with all its possibilities of symmetrical de- velopment, for? What are they seeking first? Is it not too largely material suc- cess? St. Paul says: “Having food and raiment we have enough.” The feeling of to-day scorns such moderation. A modest competence is nowadays nothing accounted of. To make a living is not enough; to achieve comfort for self and family is a small thing; men aim and toil and struggle for more dazzling prizes—a success that makes a noise ey is talked of; that glit- ters and dazzles the eye. his is commercialism as I understand it; the measuring of success by the stand- ard of the ui place, the sinking of other aims in the eager rush after gain. There are high things possible for man. Culture of body, mind, growth in moral and spiritual attainments, expansion in faculty and usefulness. There are magnifi- cent careers open to him in science, in art, in literature, in philanthropic service. Over against all these stands the spirit of the age and cries follow me. The ideal is a man who turns everything to gold that he touches; a man who gets and holds and then goes on to get more and hold more. Two conversations lately overheard illus- trate the point. Dr. Rainsford, of S George’s Church, walking down a New York avenue, overheard the tall of three or four university men before him. Look- ing upon the gleaming equipages and splen- did dresses flitting by, one said to another: “I tell you, boys, it is money that goes in this town, is it not?” The belief that it is money that goes—the feeling that it is money that ought to go—are evidences of an almost universal sentiment. “Who is building that house?” said one to another. “Oh, that is to be the residence of so and so. He used to be a poor Baptist preacher, but Rocke- feller found out that he had“ business abil- ity, and I tell you he did not leave him long a Baptist preacher. - He took him into the Standard Oil Company, and now see what a success he has achieved.” There speaks commercialism. There is the voice of the ideal which has almost hypnotized our generation. Agassiz’s splendid reply to the lecture 2 Pa magnificent bureau, “I have no time to make money, sounds like a piece of’insanity. ‘Gordon’s refusal to accept reward from the Chinese Emperor for his help in the Tai Ping re- bellion sounds like a piece of Quixotism. i Thoreau in the woods, as pictured by Wagner, sums only. an: idyllic dream. The pursuit of learning for learning’s sake, the-service of man with no itch ‘for reward, the quiet, unostentatious sacrifice of personal interest for the good of ‘others, these ‘are repu- diated as folly. The ‘maddening crowd’s ignoble strife is what makes itself heard. 5 ras like the, song of the siren. Like the suction of'a vast maelstrom, it seizes men and draws them in. By and by, diz- zied by the fierce whirl, they forget the high things and are content to be simply money-makers. That is what I understand by commercialism; the thrusting into the front place of merely material success. It is a corruption of the spirit in which life is livid. It 1s a low, wrong motive. It brings in and holds before the soul a false stand- ard of value. It misconceives what is the real success of life. It subordinates the man to his possessions. It is a radical cor- ruption of the ideal—an absolute reversal of what our text says. Commercialism de- clares and persuades that man’s life does consist in the abundance of the things which he possesses. Therefore, it urges let him love supremely those things; let tim aim at them. follow after them, sink his very life in them. Let him for them forego, if needs be, mental culture, artistic development, moral elevation, spiritual ac- tivity and all that goes to maka a full de- veloped manhood. Quench, if necessary, all lofty aspirations. Get things, gather them about you, enthrone yourself on and among them. Let atrophy seize every other faculty so your faculty for getting and getting on grows stronger. Let me give an illustration or two. There is a story of a man who was so eager to keep safe a very precious thing that he took it with him into a closet, set his can- dle on the floor and then diligently nailed fast the door, only to find, as his candle flickered out, that he had shut himself in with his treasure. Nailed and encoffined in his own strong box. Here is another: I read’some time ago of a young man, who, upon graduation from college, found hinm- self the possessor of $50,000 a year. He had health, = strength, education, position. Choices lay open before him. He might go in for political life, for philanthropic serv- ice, or college settlement work. become a student and a patron of art, of literature. He might throw himself into the civic life of his day. In any of a dozen ways he might find his life by losing it in the service of man and of God. But alas! he was dazzled by the ideal of the age. Ambitious to turn his one million into many, to win the power or notoriety vast wealth can bring, he flung himself into a banking house. All the beautiful opportu- nities that invited him he forewent simply and only that he might increase his pile—a pile which ‘was already sufficiently large. Grant him all the success he coveted, what would be the end? A dwarfed man, with an immense pile heaped up around him. A life practically sunk and lost in the abund- ance of the things which he possessed. As I said, then, a moment ago, commer- cialism is found in a wrong emphasis. ‘Wealth is good fairy won and nobiy used. It is not money, but the love of money, that is the root of all evil. Business is good, commerce is good and necessary, in- dustrialism is good and brin forth a goodly progeny of virtues; zeal, activity, perserevance, cleverness in affairs, are all praiseworthy. Material success 1s desir- able. “The blessing of the Lord it maketh rich.” Yes, but to put these things first, to rush after them so eagerly as to forget other and higher things, in a word, to sink in them one’s life with its possibilities of growth and beauty and usefulness, that is to have caught the spirit of the commer- cialism of the day and the age. Who can look als wit] how this spirit tends to invade and ev He might ity. We read of commercialism in polities, cial world, even in religion, and though we may not have a distinct definition ready we have a fairly clear idea of what is meant. The place holder in nation or city or State whose main thought is what he can make and not what he can do; the art ist who listens not to the voice of his ideals but to the bids of the market, and paints or carves simply for the money to be.got; the author who writes simply what will sell and forgets the truth for which he ought to stand and the service in the way of instruction, or comfort, or amusement which he might minister to his iellows, is each one tainted with commercialism. has crept even into our universities, tempt- ing boards of trustees amd faculiiés to bow too subserviently to those who can furnish endowments, tempting’ the young man to turn from courses that cultivate the mind to those which prepare for business. Our theatres have felt the influence, and think more of pieces which will draw than of those which will elevate as we!l as amuse and recreate those who see and hear. ea, it is conceivable that even the caurech may not escape. The ministry that sets gain above usefulness has caught the contagion. “Put me into the priesthood that I may eat a piece of bread!” So cried one of old, The very thought was a dese- cration. The ministry that is sought for the sake of “the pieces of bread” for a live- lihood, whether it be large or small, is a ministry not to God, not to those among whom it is exercised, but to the man that hoids it. The clergy who are in orders chiefly for what they can win in the way of comfort, or respectability or income are unfit for their place. They serve not God cr their fellows, but themselves. And so the church whose chief aim is a large pew rental and a fashionable congregation—for- getting the while that the Master’s boast was that to the poor the gospel was preached, is tarred with the same stick. es, commercialism is in the air. It is the spirit that now works—that stealthily penetrates every d:nartment of modern ac- tivity, always seeking to make gain the dominant motive. There is no line of work, no business, no profession safe against its insidious influence. It invades law and medicine, even divinity, as we have seen. It is felt in halls of legislation and seats of government. Yea, it pervades even so- ciety, making the fine raiment and the gold ring and the large bank account more po- tent to open doors than gentle birth and fine breeding. How are we to resist this influence—es- cape this spirit? Just as we resist the con- tagion of an epidemic, the depression of a malaria, by fortifying the powers of life. A man in whom the tide of life is full and strong will walk unscathed through the Plages Jaden air. The health that is in im resists the disease that rushes upon him. The bacteria that floats into throat or lung, or stomach finds no nidus and dies. It must be thus, then, that we es- cape the spiritual danger. Fortify the life within. Remember that life is more than meat; that the kingdom of God and His righteousness are infinitely worthy of our seeking. Do not forget the possibilities of vour life, what you can make of it in the way of growth, what you can make of it in the way of usefulness. Keep your eye on the Master. In Him see what yoa may be —in Him see what you may do. Yea, not only keep your eye on Him, but keep in living touch with Him, that the tides of His life may flow into your soul, and carry you on and up to the measure of the stat- ure of the perfect man in Christ Jesus. Finally, my brethren, “whatsoever things are honest — whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report, think on these things.” Turn vour thought and your eyes away from the dazzling bait of the age.” Escape its snare. Seek first the kingdom of God. Determine to be a man, mentally, morally, spiritually; determine to be a brother to vour fellow man, and do for him a brother’s part; de- termine to be a child of the heavenly Father and obey His will, so far as you know it; resolve that in you the splendid possibilities hidden in the gift of life shall be realized, and you shall have learned how to use this world without abusing it. Then ecommerce, business, success shall minister to you but not enslave you; shall embellish your life but not absorb it; shall bring you, perchance, an abundance of things to possess, but leave the while strong and pure within you the life of God. Then shall you in very deed possess the abundance of the things which are yours. Let them once get the better of vou, climb into the throne of your heart and life, and then they possess you -and vou are their slave and their victim; nailed and incoffinéd in your own strong “box which has, alas, with your treasure, shut in Four soul also. - Living in Hope. The habit of living in the future should - make us glad and confident. -We should not keep the contemplation of another state of existence to make us sorrowful, nor allow the transiency of this present to shade cur joys. Our hope should maké ts buoyant, and keep us firm. It’is an anchor of the soul. All men live by hope, even when it is fixed upon the changing and uncertain things of this world. ut the hopes of men who have not their hearts fixed upon God try to grapple themselves on the cloud wrack that rolls along the flanks of the mountains; while our hopes pierce within that veil, and lay Lold of the Rock of Ages that towers above the flying vapors. Let us then be strong, for our future is not a dim per- adventure, nor a vague dream, nor a fan- cy of our own, nor a wish turning itself into a vision, but it is made and certified bv Him who is the God of all the past and of all the present. It is built upon His word, and the brightest hope of all its brightness is the enjoyment of more of His vresence, and the pessession of more of His lkeness. That hope is certain. Therefore let us live in it.—The Rev. Al- exander MacLaren. The Poor Man’s Day. In all our towns, and throughout too large a portion of our country districts, the Sabbath rest is violated and the wor- ship which was the consequence and con- dition of this rest is abandoned. At the same time the soul is deprived of its nour- ishment and the body of its repose. The poor man and the workingman are deliv- ered up, unprotected, to the every day in- creasing influence of error and evil. Thus the profanation of the day has become the ruin of the moral and physical health of the people, at the same time that it is the ruin of the family and of religious lib- erty. The Sabbath is emphatically the poor man’s and the working man’s day. And there is no surer way to break down the health, as well as ine morals and re- ligion of the people, than to break down the Sabbath. To say nothing of the Di- vine law, on mere worldly grounds it is plain that nothing is more conducive to the health, intelligence, comfert and inde- pendence of the working classes and to our prosperity as a people than our Chris- tian American Sabbath.—Count Montalem- bert. Past and Future. The past is dead and has no resurrection, but the future is endowed with such a life that it lives to us even in a pation. The p is, in many thing : mankind; the future is, in all thin friend. For the past there is no hor the future there 1s both hope and fruition. the The past is the text book of the Bible of the iree. governed by the pas Lot’s wite, crystallized in the ing backward, and forever looking forward.—H. Kirk W figure 1 are sole The Year. Beautiful is the year in its comi in its going—most beautiful and because it is always ‘‘the rear Lord.”—Lucy Larcom. { to dominate every sphere of human activ in art, in literature, in education, in the so- | Us lack # fidventare. —— robo EdOOOS 4 4 A NARROW ESCAPE. PB) HE thrilling experiences of ¥ ,.« J the old Lordsburg moun- © © taineer, J. B. Camp, who Re was besieged by four enof- ow’ mous mountain lions in his cabin in the mountains at Brown's Flats, north of that Dunkard settle- ment, as told’ in the Los Angeles Times, brought vividly to the recollec: | tion of the writer the blood-curdling: adventures of the late Uncle Ari Hop- per with an old grizzly she bear in the Black Mountain, near San Jose, early in the summer of 1869, Scores of bears had fallen victims to the deadiy aim of this bluff old pion- eer znd hunter during his lifetime, yet an involuntary shudder escaped him as he related the following story to the writer at his Covina home a few months after celebrating his golden wedding, before he met his untimely death several years ago, by accident- ally shooting himself in the stomach while hunting rabbits in the wash just south of Covina. “I had been for many years consid- ered a daring and successful bear hunter, but one morning in the month of May, 1869, I had all the conceit knocked completely out of me when I ran up against the vicious old she bear that made her home at Black Mountain, about thirty miles north- east of San Jose. This old grizzly was the largest and most dangerous she bear I ever heard of in the Coast Range, and it was she who came so near getting Mose Williams on this mountain several years before I made her acquaintance. At the time I speak of I and several of my friends were camping on the Arroyo Bayou that runs through the deep canon on the west side of the Black Mountain, where we intended to spend several days hunting and fishing. Early one morn- ing I told my friends that I was go- ing up the mountain to kill one of the big fat bucks that I felt assured would be found on the summit. I spent near- ly the whole forenoon on tne mountain, but luck was against me that day, for, not a single deer was to be seen. T then started down the steep ridge that leads from the summit down to the fork of the creek, and as this ridge was well covered with oak trees I kept a sharp lockout for the game I was in search of. "Proceeding a few hundred yards ‘below the chamisal, I saw a young bear about forty yards ahead of me, and without stepping to think, took a shot at it. When the cub felt the sting of the bullet (it was only slightly: wounded), it began to howl, and in a moment the old she bear rushed into view. She started after me with blood in her eye, and I darted down the steep side of the ridge as though ten thousand imps were after me. About sixty yards below the top of the ridge there was an oak tree, and you can bet I put in my ‘best licks to reach that tree before the bear closed in upon me. The tree had forked at the ground, and one-half of it had blown. down, and onto this “log ‘I’ sprung, just as the bear was snapping at the tail of my coat. A desperate, leap landed nte.in the fork of the tree just as the bear mounted the log, See- ing that she was sure to catch me, I took my heavy rifle with both hands ‘and threw it with all my might down on the bear's nose. The heavy blow checked her long enough for me to climb higher-up tlie tree, and to seram-: ble out onto the first long. limb I rea¢hed.” The bear was. close at my: reels, but she fortunately climbed out on a larger limb a little to the right of the one I was on. By the time I had crawled out on the limb as far as’ I dared without breaking it off, the Infuriated animal was directly op- posite me, snapping viciously. AS she had to use all her feet to hold onto the limb, she could not make use of her huge paws to knock me off, so she tried her level best to reach my face with her huge jaws and bite my head off. To avoid this I caught hold of some small branches above, and threw my head back as far as I could. Just then I thought I was a goner, and my time had surely come. Blowing her hot breath in my face, with her nose only a few inches from mine, her fangs looked as long as the tines of a pitchfork, and her mouth as large as a rain barrel as she snapped vicious- ly in her endeavors to reach me. I thought of Susan and the kids at home and wondered how they would feel when they learned I had been torn to pieces by a bear. Then I thought of my companions down at the camp, and in order that they might know where to come and find my remains I shout- ed as long and as loud as I could.” The yell must have been similar to the roar of Niagara, for at seventy Uncle Ari possessed a pair of India rubber lungs, and a voice like a fog- horn, and he could let out a yell that would have made a Comanche Indian ashamed for himself, “When I let that blast from my lungs that went reverberating up and down the deep canon for many miles, it so frightened the old bear that she backed down the tree in a hurry and] i the put in her best licks to reach chamisal. I tell you, my boy, that was the closest call that I ever had, and I only escaped death by the skin of my t-.th."—J. 8. Matthews, in the Los Angeles Times. CHASED BY MINNESOTA WOLVES C. J traveling salesman, engaged a wagon at Pine River, Cass County, to him to Backus, twelve miles distant. Frank Perry drove. While stili four miles from Backus five fierce wolves came up behind in 1 the dark. Chapman, of Duluth, Minn., a! take | Perry was frightened and Chapman drove, and told Perry to fight with the whip till the team could reach Backus. The team was rapidly becoming ex- hausted when Perry. threw out the contents of his lunch basket to the wolves. The animals stopped to quar- rel over the morsels, and when they came on to renew the attack another smhll quantity eof food was thrown them. Chapman stood up in the sleigh and lashed the tired horses to a final effort. Close to the edge of the town the wolves uttered angry howls of disap- pointment and gave up the pursuit. DYING BUCK FIGHTS HUNTER. William H. Fish, a clerk at the Mich. igan Central Office, in Detroit, Mich., has had an experience deer hunting which left him sore and wounded, and he was lucky to escape with his life af- ter a hand-to-hand encounter with a dying buck, Mr. Fish and his daughter Eva are spending the winter at Onway, and the other day they went out to McNeil's camp, nine miles from town, on a deer hunting expedition. Henry McBride, foreman of the camp, went in one di- rection. Mr. Fish placed his daughter on a runway and then took a different route. After Mr. Fish had gone a short dis- tance he saw a young buck coming toward him. "He knocked the fellow down with the first shot, and a rust- ling caused him to turn, and he saw another deer. He started in pursuit, but the deer got away. Mr. Fish turned to retrace his steps, when he saw another deer, as he supposed, ad- vancing toward him. Another shot and the animal fell. Mr. Fish went up to the prostrate buck, and it lodked as though the bul- let had entered the back and come out of the jaw. He ‘took from his pocket a small knife and cut its throat, when the deer landed both hind feet on his back and knocked him down. Mr. Fish was dazed, his knife gone, and he didn’t know where his gun was. Then he started to tackle the deer without any weapons, and there was a battle royal. The deer had enough life left to kick, and he landed many a hard one on Mr. Fish before that man, by a lucky kick, broke the buck’s neck. The deer weighed only eighty pounds, and Mr. Fish said, when he could talk, ‘that he was glad it didn’t weigh 200 or he would not be telling about it. He ‘suffered a great deal from the wounds and will make sure his deer ‘is dead in the future before he starts with the knife.—St. Louis Star, MY FIRST MUSK OX. I was in a dripping perspiration and had dropped my fur capote and cart- ridge belt after thrusting half a dozen shells into my pocket. On an on I ran, wondering, in a semi-dazed way, if the musk oxen were really on the other side of the ridge. Finally the ridge took a sharp turn to the north, and as I reached the top of it, there, about 100 vards ahead, were two of the musk ox- en running slowly but directly from me. Instantly "the blood coursed: through my veins and thé mist cleared from my eyes; dropping on one knee I swung my rifle into position, but my hand was so tremulous and my heart thumped so heavily that the front sight wobbled all over the horizon. I realized that this might be the only shot I should get, for Indians in more pro- pitious seasons had gone to the Bar- ren Grovads and not seen even one herd; vet with the musk oxen going away from me all the while, every in- stant of time seemed an insuperable age. The agony of those few seconds I waited so as to steady my hand! Once or twice I made another attempt to aim, but still the hand was too un- certain. I ‘did not dare risk‘ a shot. When I had rested a minute or’ two, that seemed fully half an hour—at last the fore sight held true for an instant, and I pressed the trigger. The exul- tation of -that moment when I saw one of the two musk oxen stagger, and then fall, I know I shall never again experience.—Caspar Whitney, in Out- ing. —_— MAINE BEARS HUNGRY. Deprived of their usual luncheon just before retiring for the winter, and have ing fared slimly on berries last summer because of the small crop, the black bears of Maine are in a bad temper. Never before within the memory of old settlers were the furry freeholders so warlike and positively dangerous to mankind. Up in the Mount Katahdin region they are giving new hunters the time of their lives; among the hill farms just east of Bangor they are going right. into the barnyards after sheep, and the same story comes from Washington County, while on the upper reaches of the Kennebec River bruins family has started in to drive out the settlers, much after the fashion in which the Norridgewocks and the rov- ing Tarrantines were wont to amuse themselves 150 years ago. Three hunters on the upper Ken- nebec had to fight for their lives re- cently, when, in pursuit of deer, they fell in with hungry bears. One took to a tree and remained there several hours until his companions came along and assured him that the bear from which he had fled, and upon which he had wasted his last cartridge, had gone away. It was a stunted tree, with its crotch near the ground, and the red hunter had to whack the bear on the nose with the butt of his rifle to dis- courage the brute from climbing up after him.—Bangor Dispatch. besi The Voice of Wisdom. your what them to be. friends for you know Regard no surfae { Consider they | they intended.—Thoreau. i l | | Treat | | not what did by ‘THE AIR MEN WILL SHUN A GIRL WHO-— Defames an absent one. . Sneers at or ridicules /a bystander’s clothes or appearance, Loses her temper. Stoops to a mean or petty action. ., Is too forward where men are con; cerned, Laughs or talks loudly in public places. . : ‘Wears conspicuous clothes. Allows familiarity from men. Speaks disrespectfully of her,parents or elders. Quarrels with her relatives. Speaks unkindly of babies or chil- dren, 2 . MASSAGING THE TEMPLES. Stimulate the muscles at the corners of the eyes by placing two fingers on each temple and massaging with a ro- tary movement. Take plenty of sleep and outdoor exercise. If a foreign substance gets into the eye, try to let the tears flow and carry it toward the nose. This is the point from which it is most easily extricated. Never drop anything into the eye to produce an artificial sparkle. You may clip carefully the tips of the eyelashes and rub them with vaseline at night if you wish to promote their growth; and for the eyebrows, brush them often and train them to grow in a properly arched direction. To prevent the lids from wrinkling, a bath of boric water after the ordinary morning ablutioss is ef- fective. Boric acid ointment is very healing when eyes are inflamed, and it is better still to drop into them a few drops of boric water.—New York News. TENDER FEET, Tired and tender feet require special attention daily; spasmodic treatment is of little avail, but thorough treatment given each night just before going to bed will work wonders. To four quarts of quite warm water add one rounding teaspoonful of powdered borax and put the feet in this bath for at least twenty minutes; then wipe gently with a rather coarse towel and file or scrape all calloused spots with toilet pumice stone, being careful not to irritate the surrounding skin. Spray or dip the feet in cool water to close the pores and prevent taking cold, dry and rub briskly to induce perfect cir- culation. To harden tender feet a salt bath is invaluable. In each two quarts of water dissolve one tablespoonful of sea salt and follow the bath by fric- tion; then sponge the feet and ankles with alcohol. To reduce the swelling on feet that are afllicted in that way use only moderately warm water and .an astringent made by taking two ounces each of rock salt'and powdered | alum, mixing and using two teaspoon- fuls to each four quarts of water. Bear in mind that bathing and gentle fric- tion is all-important in the care of the feet for it keeps the skin in a healthy condition and does much’ to counter: act ‘the evils of small shoes.—Mirror ‘and Farmer, HOME EXERCISE, ‘A very popular home exercise is fether ball, and it is not hard to make all the things needed to piay it with in case you have not got the money to buy them ready made. Even if you have it’s a good thing to learn to make things once in a while, just to know how. First of all, get a straight stick or pole about seven or eight feet long and stick it firmly in the ground. At the top end tie a stout string about the same length as the pole or a little shorter, and to the other end of the string tie an old cotton glove, if you have one; if not, any glove will an- swer. Inside of this put a tennis ball or one of rubber. If you have not got the tennis racquets that are generally used in this game, make paddles like ping-pong bats, only a little larger. out of thin, smooth board, such as is to be found in soap boxes. A good place for the pole is in the back yard, even though the yard be quite small, for the game does not re- quire much space. To play it two per- sons stand on opposite sides of the pole, facing each other with a bat. The game is to wind the string around the pole by hitting the ball, one person sending it in one direction and the other in the other. Who succeeds in winding it all the way round in his own direction wins the ga Me,—Phila- delphia Public Ledger. FUND FOR DISABLED TEACHERS. The Lewis Elkin annuity fund for Eisabled women teachers from the pub- lic schools, according to the final sched- ule of the distribution of Mr. Elkins estate, approved by Judge Penrose, of the Orphan's Court, Philadelphia, amounts to $1,808,402, which far ex- ceeds the sanguine estimates. The schedule was filed by the Penn- sylvania company for Insurance on Lives and Granting Annuities, execu- and it is expected that the first ‘ibution of accumulated interest on the fund in annuities will be made early next year Such distribution, however, to be dependent upon judicial deter- mination of the effect of a clause in the will that annuitants must be with- out other means of support. With the approval of the executors, the Board of Education interpreted this provis- on to embrace all applicants other- wise who possessed an most is said disqualified annual income of less than $200. Since. this decision was reached the execu- tors have been advised that inasmuch «8s unexpended income from, the fund in any year is to be paid to other con- tingent beneficiaries, the matter should be judiciously determined by appeal directly to the Orphan’s Ceurt for a ruling, or by suit in the case of some one applicant for an annuity, whose application has been tentatively ap- proved by the ‘school controllers, and who has sworn to being in receipt of an income or less than $200, before the distribution of annuities shall be be- gun.—Boston Transcript. fl WOMEN IN INDUSTRY. The Massachusetts Bureau of Sta- tistics has ‘just issued a report on #Sex in Industry,” which is instrue- tive and also suggestive. In the last ten years the number of self-support- ing women has more than doubled. So, alas! has the number of female children at work in the Bay State. At present, nearly one-third of all the “gainful workers” of Massachusetts are women. 1 This large increase in industry for women does not follow the old lines. The Massachusetts workers in factor- ies have only increased twenty-eight per cent.; in domestic service, thirty per cent., and in teaching, thirty-five per cent. + Woman is aiming higher; she wants a place in business and the professions, and she is getting it. There is an increase of forty per cent. in women professional workers, and of nearly fifty per cent. in the number of women who are partners or stock- holders in business enterprises, Woman's first footing in industry was that of the willing worker who takes the undesirable and illy paid job rather than no job at all. These fig- ures show that in Massachusetts, at least, she has gotten beyond that step on the ladder, and is mounting stead- ily. Industrially, she is succeeding. But there are some other Massachu- setts figures, not included in the in- dustrial statistics, that are not reassur- ing on the sociological side. In these same last ten years the marriage rate has declined, in Massachusetts, from nineteen to seventeen per 1000, while divorces have increased from one in every twenty-eight marriages to one in every eighteen; and the birth rate, has fallen perceptibly.—Harper's Bae zar, ; n 3 ¥ ¥ i: 0 It is the pretty women of the world who set the fashions. When we seé ° a graceful girl wearing -a ‘gown which she becomes quite as much as it be- comes her, we go home and order one made in a similar style, no matter whether we are good looking or not. Women of Powhattan, «XKan., have had some difficulty in getting the fam- ily washing done.” There are several sewing societies in the town which, by cheap prices, have practically driv- en the seamstresses out of business. Now a plan is advocated to disband . the sewing societies and form a: socie- ty to do the washing for everybody in ‘town. A new holiday home for Roman Cath- olic girls engaged in business in Dub- lin has just been opened at Kilmacud, a place lying about midway bétween Stillorgan and Dundrum. It is the first home of its kind for Roman Cath- olics ever gpened in Ireland. Women taxpayers are permitted to vote in Munich, the capital of Bavaria, put until recently no woman had ever cast her ballot in-person, preferring, or being forced by custom, to have a: male proxy deposit for her. “At a 're-:- cent election a prominent woman, the president of a large benevolent organ- ization, went in person to. the polls, and though her action caused some- thing of a sensation no one attempted to interfere with her. If there be any calling from which it might seem that the hand of woman was by nature debarred, it is that of clerk on a steimer. There is a New Orleans family which such a theory as this the lie, however. Cap- tain John Steckfus owns the packet in question, and his elerk is his daugh- ter Lillie, now a pretty girl of twenty- one. Two more of .the captain's daughters also assist about the boat. It is a happy family afloat, gives