BPLE JACK,
He Went to Work and There Were Results.
"Marriage between us in our pres
ent circumstances would bo a mis
take," said the girl.
The man looked his wonderment
nt ot mild blue eyes. He sipped his
coffee, blew cigar smoke lazily up
ward and appeared to think.
"Circumstances," ho observed,
"were never more propitious."
The girl shrugged her shoulders In
comic despair.
"Will you never understand me.
Jack, dear?" she asked.
Jack smiled. "Why should I?" he
returned. "If I understood you
doubtless you wouldn't charm me as
yon do. Ignorance with me Is blise."
The girl fell silent and the man
continued to sip his coffee and smoke
as if ho hadn't a care in -the world.
Thoso who knew John Wood
Knight and those who knew of him
would have wondered with him at tho
girl's remark. He was born In the
pnrple, os birth goes In New York.
Of good family, with a fortune that
made work unnecessary, possessing a
strong and handsome body, which
housed a mind of average education
and Intelligence, ho did not seem to
be the sort of man to make nny wo
man doubt the advantage of marry
ing him. He was distinctly eligible
and had been much sought after until
It was evident that Priscilla Sanborn
bad annexed him for good.
Priscilla had not always had
doubts. Rho had nccepted with pride
congratulations on her engagement
to John. Their friends said It was an
Ideal match. The man was tall.
fair-haired and pink skinned, tho wo
man a brunette above the average In
height and of exceptionally good fig
are. Outwardly they were well
matched.
They had dined this night in a
Back room of the Cafe Pimllco, one
ef those quiet places within sight of
Broadway but free from the glare
and noise of that resplendent thor
oughfare. They had been here
many times before. John had said It
was the only place In New York you
could get things properly cooked,
and he was a stickler for good cook
ing.
"You can't eat frills," he said
when some one asked him why he
didn't go to the places approved by
fashion. John was very good to him
self in the matter of eating.
Priscilla had asked John to bring
lier to the Plmlico this night. She
tad Bald, somewhat oracularly, that
they must have a good talk; a good
down to the boots talk was the way
he put it.
Priscilla was a very sensible young
woman. Those who knew her at all
Intimately declared that her good
sense was very pronounced, that it
was impossible for her to be frivolous.
She never allowed her feet to stray
where her head had not pointed the
way.
She had been silent through din
ner. Max, the rotund waiter, had
served them :n astonishment, for they
were old customers and usually were
very talkative. After he had brought
. the coffee he withdrew, shaking his
head doubtfully.
"I'm afraid Mr. Knight and his
young lndy have had a falling out,"
lie remarked to the chef.
The chef. Intent upon a dish the
success of which in other hands
would have been doubtful, grunted.
"Too bad" and went on with his work.
John had not worried over Prls
ellla's preoccupation, and even her
declaration that their marriage would
be a mistake did not get below the
ven surface of his mind.
Priscilla watched him with a queer
little smile. She loved him, she told
Herself; the trouble was she loved
Sim sensibly. When you let the head
ule over the heart romance takes
wings. Is it not so, you who have
loved?
However, Priscilla had made up
her mind to something and it was
bound to come out. She stopped
smiling and returned to the attack.
"I want you to listen to me, Jack,"
she said, "I want you to understand
why our marriage as matters are now
would be a mistake. I have read
much and I have observed more, and
I have come to the conclusion that
tho man who doesn't work, who
doesnt bear his burden of the world's
burden, will not make a good hus
band, and" she hesitated for a mo
ment and blushed prettily "and will
not make a good father. Jack, dear,
you're a loafer."
, "Sure," said Jack. "Why not?"
"Why don't you work?" persisted
Priscilla.
"Don't have to," said Jack.
1 "Jack," Bald Priscilla somewhat
. sharply, "If you marry me you've got
to work."
"Good Lord!" said John Wood
Knight, startled, "so that's what you
want All right, I'll work. Don't
mind work a bit If It pleases you.
- What shall it be?"
Priscilla did not deceive herself
into thinking she had won. She was
prepared for this ready acquiescence.
"I want you to make a career for
yourself."
"What in, pray?"
' "In politics."
"Well, I'll be hanged," said Jack
"Wouldn't I Just make an ass of my
self in politics? I suppose you want
me to be President?"
"Hardly that, Jack. At least not
yet a while." Priscilla was serious.
"But it has been on my mind for some
time that my husband must be a man
Who does something else than spend
the money other people made for him.
You don't have to work for money,
so you must work for fame. I'm
afraid you wouldn't gain much fame
in literature or art, or even in a pro
fession even if you wore to go to
schoorall over again. Politics it is.
You'll be a reformer, and with me to
help you you will make yourself
somebody."
Til bet you won't," said Jack. He
cat up straight ana took control 01
tho talk. "Now, you listen to me,
rrisctlla. Do I understand you to say
Hint vnu won't marry me unless I
work?"
Priscilla nodded.
"All right. Now I want you, Trls.
cilia." He reached out his hand ana
patted hers as it lay on the table. "I
want you, and If I've got to work to
net you. why. I'll work. You are so
keen on the dignity of labor that I ll
have to go at it; but 1 am going to
pick out my own job."
That's tho talk. Jack, dear," said
Priscilla clapping her hands. "What
will you do?"
I'll be a cook," said Jack.
A cook!" Priscilla almost
shrieked. Then she laughed. "Don t
dear," she said, "this is serl-
Jokc
ous."
'And I am serious," responded
Jack, very serious, indeed. I am
nuite content to live the life as it
came to me, without questioning the
right or wrong, but I grant you the
emptiness of my life has mndo me
dissatisfied at times. I looked to you
to fill that emptiness, to keep me al
ways in tune with life. But ;ou be
lieve In work and don't want me un
less I work. Therefore the logic Is
easy I must work. And I will work
at the only thing for which I have an
aptitude cooking. And when I have
made a name for myself I will return
to you bringing my laurels."
Priscilla had no word ready, so
John went on.
"If you could have found your
tongue you would have said that it
isn't the work for a gentleman. I
know. But If you believe In the dig
nity of labor, so do I, and I believe
that any work that is fit for the man
is fit for the gentleman. Not that I
recognize any essential difference be
tween the man and the gentleman,
but I fear you do. Now you know
I can cook. Haven't I been the cook
when we went to Dick falling's camp
in the Adlrondacks and didn't you ap
plaud with the others? I like to
cook, too. A frying pan enthuses me
to do great things and I have a posi
tive love for a broiler."
"Max," he called to the waiter.
Max came up with the bill.
"Not yet, Max," said John. "Can
you tell me If there is a vacancy hero
for a cook?"
"The' second cook ' left yesterday.
sir. Have you some one to recom
mend?"
"Yes, myself." -
"It phases you to jest, Mr
Knisht." Max was somewhat
aggrieved.
"No joke at all," raid John. "I
havo derided to stop loafing and go to
work. There is nothing I can do bet
ter than cook. Who hires the cooks
here?" '
"The chef, sir."
"Ask him to come In, please." All
the other guests had gone, so his re
quest could be granted.
"Yes, sir," said Max, departing for
the kitchen.
Priscilla had found her tongue.
"Don't be a fool, Jack," she almost
snapped.
Jack's blue eyes beamed on her.
"It's your own doing, dear," he
said.
Mai returned, having in tow a port
ly, white aproned, white capped indi
vidual, who bowed ceremoniously.
"This gentleman," said Max to the
chef, indicating John Knight, Jwould
like to cook for you."
"That's right," said Jack. "Can
you give me a job, Mr. "
"Pelletier," put in Max.
M. Pelletier bowed. He spoke Eng
lish with scarcely an accent. '
"Possibly," he said. "I will give
you a trial anyway, because you ap
preciate my cooking, as I know. But
if you work for me it must be serious.
The kitchen of the Cafe PimUco is not
a Bchool for cooks, and it is not a
place for idleness."
"I mean business," said Jack, "and
will report for duty to-morrow. At
what time?"
"Come at 10 o'clock," said M. Pel
letier. He bowed and moved ma
jestically back to the kitchen.
Jack paid his bill and he and Pris
cilla left the restaurant. Priscilla
was fairly dazed. In the taxlcab she
was silent and John, having had bis
say, wisely refrained from further
speech.
At her home John declined to go
in for the usual lovers' good night
chat. As Boon as he had been ad
mitted he turned to go.
"Until I have earned the right I
shall not see you," he declared.
He marched down the stoop, w-hlle
a young woman who a few hours be
fore had felt sure of herself and of
John fled to her room and cried. She
regarded tears as unnecessary, but
to-night they came unbidden. Were
they for wounded pride or for some
thing missed? Jack had gono with
out kissine her good night. As PrlB-
cilla was a sensible young woman let
us suppose that she soon dried her
eyes,
John Wood Knight went to work
the next day in the kitchen of the
Cafs Pimllco. It was a different
Pelletier who received him.
"Understand, young man," be said,
"you've got to work. Why you are
doing this I don't know, but since
you are doing it you've got to do it
right."
"Quito right, sir," said John
Knight.
John was almost discouraged at the
end of the third day. Routlno was
hard to him. Then came a change.
Without realizing it, he had come to
like the work. It was with pride
that he sent out a filet a la Marengo
or a Chateaubriand Pimllco to some
particular guest, while Petteller nod
ded grudgingly npproval.
One day he prepared a dish of his
own contriving, a dish ho had set be
fore his friends many times in his
idle days. Pelletier had a little don
off the kitchen and at Pelletlor's din
ner hour Jack sent In the dish with
his compliments. He waited with a
bov's eaeerness to hear what the
great cook would say.
Pelletier did not appear for some
time and tho more he delayed the
more Jack hoped. Finally Pelletier
emerged.
"Your dish?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," said Jack.
"We will put it on the bill of fare,"
said the chef. Jack blushed with
pleasure. So it happened that ragout
d'agneau a la Jack became a popular
dish at the Cafe Pimllco.
Max the waiter had taken a friend
Iy interest in Jack's endeavors and
favored him from time to time with
the gossip of the cafe. When any
diners appeared whom Max recog
nized ns Jack's friends he would bring
back word to the kitchen. One night
Max came in somewhat agitated
"Miss Sanborn is with a party at
my table," he said.
"Yes?" said the new second cook.
"She has insisted on the ragout a
la Jack."
Jack set about preparing it with an
odd smile. Later in the evening he
called Max.
"Did Miss Sanborn say anything to
you?" he asked.
"Nothing." Jack looked disap
pointed. "But she ate and ate of the
ragout," declared Max, and Jack
brightened. "At least my work is ap
preciated," he said to himself.
Jack Knight had been the second
cook in the Pimlico for a month when
he had realized that he had found a
vocation. He had begun the work
partly in a spirit ot bravado, but the
liking he had had for amateur culln
nry pursuits had grown into a pas
sion. It was in him to be a cook.
Maybe his great-grandmother or some
other ancestor had been a cook and
he was a revision to type.
Jack began to dream. He would
excel in this profession into which the
word ot a woman had sent him. He
would be a head chef better still, he
would have his own establishment. It
came to him as a surprise that he
could have a place of his own. He
had forgotten that he was wealthy.
There was nothing rash about John
Knight. He would stay a year in the
Pimllco, if need be, until he had mas
tered nt least part of the science of
cooking; then he would open a place
which would attract the gourmets of
the world. Old Pelletier would be
his steward and between them they
would make the Cafe Jack famous.
His musings were interrupted by
the unusual sound of a woman's
voice. Women came rarely to the
Pimlico kitchen. He looked ever the
serving counter and beheld a vision.
His first glance caught two roguish
black eyes, a pretty mouth, half open
a?, if to let out a question, and rosy
cheeks, a dimple in each. Later he
added to the picture hair of the deep
est black, arranged in a studied lack
of order, and a hat which was all red
rosas. Jack, It must be confessed,
stared. He became aware that the
vision was talking.
"Where is papa?" it said.
"Who is papa?" responded Jack,
"Monsieur Pelletier."
"I'll call him." Jack got a chair
for her and summoned hia chef,
"Antoinette," said Pelletier, in an
attempt to be severe, "you shouldn't
Interrupt me in business hours.
"But papa, I had to see you, really
and truly, on something that wouldn't
wait."
The chef started to lead the way to
his den. She whispered something to
him and he stopped and beckoned to
Jack,
"My daughter wishes to know
you," he said. "Antoinette, this is
Monsieur Knight, my second cook.
He is a good one. Jack, this is Made
moiselle Pelletier."
'Jack bowed low. Blue eyes met
black in admiration and challenge as
father end daughter departed.
Jack did not see the vision again
for some time. He was wondering if
he ever would, when Pelletier Bur
prised him one night with an invita
tion. "Will you come out witn me
some night to my little cottage In
The Bronx and stay the night?" said
Pelletier. "We will breakfast under
the trees and you shall see my gar
den."
Jack would. Especially would be
take delight in seeing the garden, be
assured Pelletier. But he hoped In-
audibly that someone else than Pelle
tifir would show him the garden. He
was day dreaming when Pelletier
BDOke further:
"Understand, Jack, it Is not the
chef of the Cafe Pimllco who Is invit
ing his second cook. It Is Monsieur
Pelletier, gentleman and I am weH
1. I tnrA "
DOm WUO IB ulll"5 a mcuu.
Jack Dut out his hand. "Thafi
what I want," he said.
Jack found the cottage and the
garden in The Bronx all that could bo
desired. M. Pelletier did not show
him the garden. For a day at least
Jack forgot his other world and for
cot what sent him Into this. He re
turned to bis .pots and pans with
greater enthusiasm for the work.
That Cafe Jack of the future had a
deeper meaning. He made frequent
trips to the garden in The Bronx. He
said it gave him inspiration.
One dull afternoon he was alon m
the kitchen absorbed In making a
new sauce when Max appeared mysteriously.
"Miss Sanborn is in the back room
and wishes to see you," said Max.
Jack hesitated. He didn't want to
leave his sauce and yet the kitchen
was hardly the place for the talk ho
knew was coming; but it was as good
as nny other part of the restaurant
and Jack had an idea that he would
like to have Priscilla see him at work.
So he asked Max to bring Miss San
born in.
Priscilla came In somewhat timidly.
Aggressiveness seemed to have gono
from her. Jack reached his hand
over the serving counter and gravely
shook hers.
"How d'ye do?" ho said. "You see
I am intent on a sauce, but we can
talk as I work."
"The ragout was fine," said Pris
cilla. "Thank you," said Jack. He was
decidedly cool and at ease. Prlscilln
wa3 embarrassed.
"I've been expecting to see you,
dear," she said meekly.
"Too busy," said Jack, reaching for
the mustard pot. He measured out
a portion with a critical eye and
dumped it into the mess before him.
"I was wrong. Jack," the girl burst
out, "and a fool, too, to tell you to ga
to work. You've done enough. Come
back into the world and to me."
Jack stirred the contents of the
saucepan thoughtfully and put the
pan on the stove. He kept a watch
ful eye on It.
"If this turns out right," he ob
served, "there will be a change on the
bill of fare to-morrow."
Priscilla stamped her foot. "Will
you be serious, Jack?" she exclaimed.
"You have kept up this play long
enough. I made you do It and now
I want you to Btop it."
"Can't," said Jack.
"You mean you won't."
"No. I mean I can't." The sauce
When Stenographers
Gladly Marry
pi
By Elsie Diehl.
ERHAPS it ia true that lack of marriages is enureiy me m
of woman. The average girl fears a man, man practises wm
much deception. ' w
It Is hard to comprehend why people Bay: "Women take
the bread out of man's mouth." Woman with brains can com.
niand a good salary, but woman without cannot. Man Witt
, k.oina nmmanrta trlnle woman s wages.
affinity letters knowg anythlDg of housework?"
Wo-nan replies: Vther a man that can be trusted?" Woman can learn
housekeeping, but man can hardly learn to W- , when Mr.
n,ghy
her way clear to marry a man on a salary of $20 to ?2o, but II a man earni
double she will gladly give up her protens u ke t0
All Blrls of today know something of housoworK, hut we i aii , .
drfssnd so as to look presentable. ,..,- Tirin homo to wlfey
the JLf ffl fixoo. mpossiblei
& 0
The Language of
Simple Genders
T
mm
Bv Tames C. Fernald.
Dyjaiucov. ,.. ... , , .ha phnllton ot
Hfl crowning trlumpn 01 .nBsu
grammatlcal gender-that is, gender of words as words, irrespec
five of sex In the objects they represent. All the other leading
languages give masculine or feminine gender to names of objects
with which no thought ot sex can be rationally associated, a.
with wmcn no oug furniture, mem-
mountains, nvera u, , of these languages.
. ' . ' h.i ho,iv Pto. Some
. ber!.. AnL" o Venter gender, so that every
as the Frencn, nauan, buq of'. . -;..., . fomlnine noun.
inanhnate object must be represented oy a nn tho Italian, In
Hence we often have a quiet smile when the nm"nM. tBble as -she."
tngiKsu. ,h-v.a npnter gen-
kt unfit, vnkrttnpnts with
uio -- -a fiormnn. wb cn nave a ucui.ot b
In languages like tne ureeK, muu, , led that a neuter noun
der. that gender is sometimes so W " the German neuter
mav be used for a living being which must have sex. as we
nouns Mndchen-malden. girl; and weio wu. Qn account
been advanced as to the giving "V,1 were or
of fauns, dryads, and other divinities bw ot l ess av f fw
tainallv snnnosed to preside over some of them he emmine
outruns the theory. Why. for Instance, snomu - German, and
in Greek, neuter In Latta. W'to be that all th
this is
fm.n!ne aealn In Italian? The unpoeiicai - , d Beem t0
had come to a boil and Jack took it due to a certain stupidity ot generauzaxion. ' --nder. therefore
off the stove. It seemed to please hav concluded that because some ""nB " , " se and they inflicted it
him. "Listen to me, Priscilla." He gender was an inevitable property ot "oun i unfortuate noun
was serious now. "It Is true you sent accordingly without reason or '' artiflclally perfected, nouns
that came in meir -" . . , "4 " .nrdine to classitlcauon or w
e masculine, rem., u. -
Winn, without .the sugntesi " " .rf .n that Render, as
me into this, and for that I thank
you. I have found Joy in a work that
suits me down to the ground. You
preached the dignity of labor. I have
proved that you are right."
"But a cook, Jack," the girl
pleaded. "Surely this work isn't dig
nified."
"It Is to me," said Jack. "My birth
and money were Just accidents. I
find more real pleasure in preparing a
proper dinner than in any of the pur
suits of the idle person you knew
You called me a loafer. I was. Now
I am a worker, doing my part In the
world. Of course, I am ambitious.
would be a better cook and in time
would have a place of my own.
Some day you will be proud to come
to the Cafe Jack.
There is something else iu life be
sides work." Priscllla's eyes were
very wistful.
"I know," said Jack quietly. He
was thinking of a garden in The
Bronx.
Priscilla didn't know about the
garden. "Is this cooking this voca
tion more to you than I am?" she
asked.
"Must I choose?" asked Jack.
"Yes. please." Priscllla's voice
was tender.
"Why should I?" said Jack. "The
wpman should accept the man as he
if she wants him. Do you mean
that you wouldn't marry a cook?"
Pride nnd training loomed strong
In Priscllla's mind. Tho tenderness
was gone.
"Why should I?" she burst out.
"Surely it Isn't necessary.'
"It is If you marry me," declared
were made masculine, feminine, or
Sere-M ha made an enUre S'ti
far as It U indicated m our '"'"". . ;
meaning of the noun to which it is applied.
0- , . &
The Machinist.
By Edward Wmi-ton Freou,
N:iS H ,s benefited rather than depress
by the development of automatic Bhoemakln
7 Carpentry, cablnet-making. ca"'ang'mlfled and
and many other occupations have f3nced u8e of
some have been VrtM' nffwM formerly' dTe by hand;
machines toperfom , wo k which i was I 7 make
but by all these changes me "f " all the others. ,
the machinery, both for his ttade ando' tn e tliereforett
A young man who en "ponhls of Btoady work at good
he shows mechan cal ability, a growing p loMoo that Is unlimited.
wasres- and if ne aeveiups -- . th bottom, usually ai wo6"
WBgA. in most other trades, he must beg In at Um bottom
of three dollars a week; and at th Wtollr, good. old-fashioned
interest ng w b" rlng8 and cleaning tools
m
or
torm
.-sweeping the shop, oiling peannbs "-",-, not be tedious or
But If he has the right sum in u. . and leather ana
unpleasant. He will be an uy .u u and wth beautifully ao
Sell dressing, with the hum of a ea "" conditlonB
curate mechanism before his eyes and these e o macn,ni8t
Little by little ne wm u ' " tne ,burg and rough corners aim
at first "snagging - , aVa opportunity to act as helper, pernap.
edges. Then occasionally he will M ' W Q nl n ne l8 advancea
a?gfirst In simple lathe dr UllM j but the rap dlty 1th Jn seek.
will depend mucti upon ms i"""
- Sytoboj who says, e, .me do tbaCthough
reT-dfflS do8 anything except the tasks which
are set for him. tnn.hnlps the running of screw-
The cutting, of .ecrew-thread. and taP boles the m&MneTJ
machines, light tcmperm mm "'"Y"r? -master, 0f his trade.
and filing will form successive, steps in hi. mastery
Jack. "Be sensible,. Priscilla, you '"S e8,L"" X machines is still important. Notmng marKs vu
were not in love wit? me, but with product on of gr nf'nBmaf ''ly tnan the ability to file accurately and
the man you thought I might be. J f ls there knr part ot the business which re,nir
usefulness in thoshop increases his -
vanced. If he is Dotn api aim """""';" " u doi,arg at the end ot
ty"fl SSI? oTtK.es and in many of the smaUer towns wherefore are
large manufacturing p.ams vae u-- - --- -
standards very careiuuy ti ' rn fllmo9t endless. Accuracy
There Is no such person. Therefore
you have left only the empty shell of
an ideal. Hadn't you better keep to
your ideal until you find somebody
who will fill it better than I?"
"Do you Intend to live without
love?" asked Priscilla,
"I may find some one willing to
love a cook," said Jack hopefully
xou are uu ibicss ouu i uavoiuuiu- rrn9 oODOrtunuies iu ma iuw.ui" . 7 , , i,Dr.tol In flTlne
bled myself for nothing." said Prls- L Jrea? recite of th3 ZiXSf
bis wages wnne ne i ju. --:,"-, tt. and m. from the
Before Jack could answer Antol- ed and nicely adjusted mmmi. l" " " th7 tradB eo to the man who
cilia. "Ia it good-by, then?"
. , t lL. mi f In 1 1 v WAtreS. LUW Ricai
netie oursi mio me kiluucu. lucre i'jouci vi ' ' Bntva nhllltv
was something explosive about Antol- feyelopsinven and al
nette's goings and comings.
"fih Jack." she beean. and then
stopped short as she caught sight of v i leisure to think how he could make them more cheaply or more
Priscilla.. . .X. or Take an Improvement by modifying them: and with
The girls eyed each o
i t"ii ill n ll..
lenge. rnstiim uuanj uiuno - tmunit u... r:.- , . .tin o mir
lenco tnat was getting 10 do emDar- " ...V" iT-i mnlntnln. Is a ereat advantage
loUoy wno d iTs to learn Ihe machinist's trade. The theoretical know,.
vo, L1 iL m cnin there will heln him the better to assimilate the
said icily, "why you like cCoklng so eQf "? fho ahnn.
much. Who Is this young woman?" pra i-.g ages of machinists vary greatly. The ordinary man will receive
"The daughter or Monsieur Fene- , two douar3 and a half a day. A good one win command irom no uui
ir, our chef," he said. Then, rais- lara and Bevonty-five cents to three dollars, and a fine one all the way from
rasslng.
"I think I understand. Jack," she
tier,
ing his voice to include Antoinette, he
effected an awkward introduction.
Antoinette courtesled daintily and
Binlled Just a wee bit saucily. Pris
cilla scarcely bowed..
"All my questions are answered,
she said to Jack and marched out. In
due time she married a rising young
politician with reform Ideas. When
he became a United States Senator be
forgot the ideas, but that does not
concern us.
"Come here, Toinette," said Jack
when Priscilla bad gone, "and try my
new sauce." New York Sun.
British India has 86,912 mllea' of
telegraph and cable wire3, which are
J worked at a very cood proat.
ihree to five dollars. The nlno-hour day is tne usual pracuce in most snops,
but the working-time varies greatly with local conditions.
Wagner's Music.
At a London dinner years ago and
now dosoribed in a book of recollec
tions, Edward King, the author, was
most enthusiastic in his praise of
Wagner, not only as a musician but
as a poet. "I have no doubt," he
said, at length, "that In coming
time Wagner will bo ranked above
Beethoven and Schiller?" "I quite
agree with you," responded L. Alma
Tadema, tho famous painter, "for
certainly Wagner was a greater inu
Blclan than Schiller and a greater
poot than Beethoven." Argonaut
Worcester, Mass., baa under cow
slderation an ordinance against whist-
ting. One ot the features of it 1
that If a man thinks he can't get
along without making alleged musicl
he can indulge himself by taking outf
a license.
Oats are said to be the lAtst flesh1
building food for domestic animals,
Every man, thinks the Phlladel
phla Record, should have some re
gar 4 for hia good opinion of himBolfj