EDUCATION. ' A little knowledge of the way of ma. A little reading of their deeds and fates, A little ftueeslng at their tlwughts, and then A quick forgetting of their names and dates That'a History. A little delvlns: In the tomes they penned, A little conning of the vorae they writ, A feeble grasping of thnlr ulnia and trend, A shadow nuni'iy of their mirth and wit That'a Literature. A little dabbling with a salt or two, A little musKlng with a stltky mess, A few experiments half-blundered through, A twilight testing of a groping guess That's Science. W. TV. W., In Hampton's. A Pair of Green Glasses. By Olive Edens. The Fourth of July celebration In Glenhnm camo abruptly to a close. The sky darkened. The balloon men, conspicuous on such occasions, hur ried for shelter. High above their beads they held the gay-colored toy balloons, a blurred floating mass of color, shaken by the first hollow sounding drops of rain. Women In white dresses crowded lor places beneath the awnings of the sidewalks. The ragged end of the par ade hastened down the street without Its usual patriotic ostentation. Everyone started for home every one but Mortimer. It was two hours yet before his six o'clock train. Be sides1 he took n rather peculiar pleas ure In walking slowly down the street which has caused him no end of amusement all day, and which had now changed Into a sad moving proces sion of umbrellas and disappointed people. The Fourth is so apt to end disappointingly. Suddenly there came dancing be fore fclm a happy group of children. They all wore vivid green glasses. They laughed tip into his face. They peered at eaoh other. They passed by. He met others, alone, lri groups, some standing on corners, some In the mid dle of the street, but all buoyantly bappy, all wearing vivid green glasses. At the corner Mortimer had to wait to allow the float bearing the Goddess of Liberty to pass. The rain had played sad havoc with the Bodiless. Her hair was hanging In strings. The paint had run In streaks across her face. Her gown, once a wonderful crfeatlon of tinsel and crepe paper, bow hung shockingly close to her thin form. She stood up and bowed and waved to the crowds of children who surrounded the wagons and applaud ed her. Rome one touched Mortimer's hand. He looked around. No one was notic ing him. All eyes were on the dedrab Wed lady with the paper dress. He felt his hand touched again. Then lie looked down straight into the eyes of a child. They were blue eyes, of peculiar wistfulness, and belonged to about the 'littlest bit of humanity Mortimer had ever seen alone In such a crowd. "Mister please get one for me." The voice Just reached his ear, and caried with it a pathetic and helpless babyish lisp. "Get what for you?" "A pair of green glasses." Each word was lisped distinctly clear. The float had passed and left an easy passage In the street. Mortimer seised his chance. "I can't, sonny," he called back. "I haven't time. Get some other kid " Then realizing he was apologizing to an unknown child he laughed a lit tle at himself and hurried on. But there was no reason why he should htirry. In fact, he had time to waste. There was almost two hours yet be fore his train left. But why should he get some foolish glasses for an unknown child? Other children seemed to get them for them selves. Why not this one? If the child was to be of the street he must learn the ways of the street the sooner the better. He walked slower. He kept meet ig them still these laughing groups ot children, bo boisterously happy, One laughed up into his face, one child alone with its father. "It's all so wonderful and different. Everybody and everything looks green It la like a new world." The child passed on. Mortimer whirled back suddenly. "It seeing green makes them happy, why, I guess he can be happy, too. He's the only sad one I've seen today." He walked back quickly to the place utters the child had stood. The crowd fcttd noticeably thinned. A man stood n a platform In the street and sort ed out dozens of pairs ot green glasses. Ha was the usual type of street fakir, bold, flashy, and wore a thousand signs of a decayed gentleman. Among the struggling few that were left Mortimer looked for the child. He felt bis hand touched as before and heard the same babyish lisp. "Quick, mister, quick please get too some." "Yes, I'll get you some. Only what do I do?" "Just take me with you and Bay I'm your little boy. . . He won't give 'em to boys alone without their father or mother and then he'll give you some green glasses. Please, mister, quick x tva a leaving, and I ve waited all after, noon." Mortimer lifted the boy high on his shoulder and walked boldly up to the ender of green glasses "My little boy wants a pair of your green spectacles" The man gave him a quick, keen look. Tour little boy!" his hoarse voice racked In a laugh. "That kid has stood on that corner and begged every mas to be his father that passed all after noon, but I guess he's earned these He handed over a pair of gorgeously green spectacles and filled Mortimer's empty hand with an Immense amount of literature on some new "cure for eyes." Mortimer walked to the side walk and put the child down. He look ed at him thoughtfully. "Now I've told a He for you, are you happy?" The child's eyes glowed. He took out his handkerchief, red and dirty, and d rapped It around and around the glasses. "But why don't you wear them?" "Oh, no!" The child held them as something saered with both his hands. "But you must; that's the fun of it. All the boys do. I'll put them on you. Things wll Hook green then., it will be like a new world." The child slhook his head and shrank back. Mortimer Insisted. "Of course you must. That's what I got them for, to see you wear them. Give thera to me. I'll put them on you." He reached for the glasses. "No, you mustn't. They're not mine. They're for sister. She's blind and has never seen, a thing. She doesn't know how the trees and the grass look when they begin to get green and she can only tell the flowers apart by the Bmell and the feeling of thera. That la the way she finds out how people look, too, by puttiifg her hands on their faces and hair, but she knows everyone by their voice. Sine couldn't eeo any of the parade today, so she just staid homo and is waiting for me to come and tell her all about It. I have to be eyes for she, she says, and I lead her all around. "She used to Just sit quiet and wait for mo to come home from school to take her out, but a nice lady sent her to a school where she learned a whole lot of things, and now she Isn't lonely any more. Site can knit and crochet, and she has some big books with funny print, all raised up, that ehe can read with her fingers. She learned how to do sums the same way, too, and has some books with all tbo num bers In It and she can add and sub tract and do everything with them. She does it so fast sometimes that It seems almost as If she had eyes In her fingers. She can read She stories in her book lots faster than I can read any of mine, but maybe It's 'cause she has read them so many times she knows what they are all about. I have been trying to make some money so I could buy her some new ones, and some picture-books, too, that have raised pictures In them, but now she won't need any after she gets these glasses, for these will cure her. The man said so. He said sure they would. He's said so all afternoon. They will cure anything that's the matter with eyes, and she Is only blind, so all she needs is those glasses and then she will be able to see just as well as any body. "She will be waiting for mo on the steps, and I will creep up so quiet, and put them on her before she knows it, and then " His voice broke with Joy, his eyes lit, his shoulders straightened. "fjwd-bye." He darted down tflie street, as joy ous and happy as the others a changed boy. Mortimer stood on the corner. The street was almost deserted. He pulled out his watch. There was yet an hour before his train, yet he turned toward the station. Pictorial Review. A PEARL BUTTON TOWN. Making Them Is the Chief Industry of Muscatine, Iowa. Muscatine, Iowa, which may be found by tracing with your finger down along a map of the Mississippi river, is the place where they make pearl buttons out ot clam shells, ac cording to a citizen of that thrifty town, R. L. Oliver. Mr. Oliver does not make pearl buttons, however. The company he is in makes sash and doors and similar things. "I have heard It said," he continued, "that 70 percent of the pearl buttons made in the United States are manu factured in Muscatine. There are thirty factories engaged In the busi ness there. Some only cut out the form.3 and some only do the finishing. They have houseboats on the river from which they fish for the clams. These are the genuine fresh water clams from which they often get the fresh water pearl. I heard of a fellow who sold one of these pearls for about $2,000. I offered a man $500 for one he had found In a clam. "The way they fish is to put a lot of hooks on a polo about three or four inches apart. Then the pole is sunk to the bottom of the river and the clams open their faces and grab hold of the hooks and haven't the brains to let go. It is not uncommon to see a fleet of a dozen ot these clam fish ers on the river. The meat of the clams is not edible and has to be cleaned out before the shell is sold. Most of the work in the button fac tories Is done by girls. They don't mako the pearl vest buttons, I un derstand, but simply the kind that is used on shirts and underwear. "Muscatine," Mr. Oliver added, "is the best town of lis size In the country. It haa 20,000 Inhabitants and there Is nobody in the place that you'll meet on the streets on a Sat urday afternoon who cannot rattle money In his pockets New York Sun. Good Word for the Toad. The Secretary of Agriculture esti mates that a toad will eat $1.40 worth of flies and Insects in a season. Treat the toad with kindness and respect Toledo Blade. Bring the Brush. Oh, bring tho brush and bring the comb, For here is little Jj'rowzle-head, And father soon Is coming homo And must not see a towzlo-head! So we'll brush, brush, brush, And we'll t-uiiib, comb, comb! Around the linger twirl the hair, And brush unit comb und curl the hair Till gone la little Frowzle-houd And Curly-locks Is here Insteud. Umllle Poulson In Buby Plays. i Pauline's Record. Pauline, who had been attending school for almost two weeks, was tell ing of the misbehavior of some of her little classmates. At her mother s question as to whether it had ever been necessary for the teacher to epeak to her, Pauline answered quick ly, "Oh, no, mamma." Then, "She had to speak to all the class but mo this afternoon." "Why, what did she say?" "Oh, the said, 'Now, children, we'll all wait until Pauline Is lu or der '-From the Christian Register. A Tree House. Last summer in Rye, N. Y., a few friends and I built u tree house. It rested In a large oak, forty feet from the ground, on two strong limbs which forked, making a very conven ient foundation for the structure. The floor was 8 feet by 8, the walls 7 feet high, and the roof watertight and slanting. We also made a small porch, with a railing around it. in order that it should hot be necessary to climb the tree to get to the house, we made a strong rope ladder, which was a great convenience. On completing the work, the Tree House club was formed, which held its weekly Saturday meetings in tho place it was named after. On hot summer days the house was the cool est pluce In the countryside, and gave us many hows of rest and pleasure. One very hot night, covered wltm nksqu!to netting, one of the club members and I slept In the house. It certainly was healthy fun. If any boys are bandy at carpenter ing and take pleasure In it, I would advise them to build a tree home this summer. Coorge Cooper, in the New York Tribune. A Little Girl's Idea The following summer plan made by a little girl, whose home Is in a large country town, might be followed to advantage by children oil over the land. The plan embraces both pas time and study, as well as affording plenty of recreation and social plea sure. We give her Idea of a well spent and happy vacation: "Half an. hour before breakfast I shall Jump out of bed, take my dip in the bath tub, dress, and run out for a ten minutes' walk. Returning, I shall breakfast with my papa and mamma, enjoying the meal the keener on account of my brisk walk. After breakfast I shall spend an hour in my mamma's room, assisting her In mending or sewing. Then I shall rest ten minutes on a couch in the sitting room, my eyes closed' and my body relaxed. This little rest la to re pare me for my music lesson or music practice, which will occupy an hour. After this It will be almost luncheon time, so I 6hall pass the time till then In the garden, tending my favorite rose hushes and shrubs. "After luncheon I shall rest on the porch or In the yard beneath the shade trees for halt and hour. Then, In the company of some of my young friends, I shall go for a long walk into the country, taking with me my bot any, for It will afford me great pleas, ure to study some new plant or bush About 3 o'clock I shall return home again, and after sitting with my mother and rending aloud to her for half an hour or so, I shall go to the kitchen and assist cook with prepara tions for dinner, for I shall learn how to cook during my summer vacation. "After dinner, the evening shall be spent with papa and mamma, either going to visit friends or entertaining company at home, where conversa tion, reading and music shall help to pass away the time most pleasantly '.ill 10 o'clock, when I shall soy good night, and run off to bed." Washing ton Star. The Strike that Failed. Blssy that's what the keepers at the Central Park menagerie call Bis marck. the old grandfather Hon Blssy got slowly up from the floor and lurched against the bars of hlJ cage with a thump that waked even Baby Leopard, on tho other Bide of the lion house. "What'B the matter?" asked Rosy, his wife, very drowsily, from her cage next door. "Dreaming of your native Jungle?" , "No," yawned Blsy. "I wish 'BUI Snyder was hero to rub my back." Though Bissy Is the grandfather of all the lions, they and the rest of tho animate In 'that housa rather look dewn on him, because, they say, he lias no spirit. The old Siberian tiger down In the corner of the house de clares that B!pt rubs and pnrT3 ' around Keipcr "Bill" Snyder Just likir j Pussy, the Zoo cat. Still, they all like to hear him talk, and at the . sound of his first growl they all waked up and prepared to enjoy some con ( versatlon. ! . Maybe you think the lions and tigers and leopards at the Zoo never talk together. They don't, In tb day time, except that Mamma Helen growls pet names to Henry Hudson and Miss Fulton, her nine-months-old twins in tho cage next to hers, and the Siberia tiger, who is dreadfully greedy, makes sarcastic remarks If ho doesn't get his dally twenty pounds of beef right on the minute. These cat animals have very reserved dis positions, and never converse when people are around. But this was long after midnight, -when the doors were closed and the visitors gone, and even the trees In the park outside wore asleep and whispering softly in their dreams. It was a good time for con fidences. "Friends," spoke out the head of the leopard family from the row of cages Opposite the lions," "I have a proositlon to make." Even Bismarck listens with a good deal of Interest now when Father Leopard speaks, for he Is the one wbo escaped from tils cage a few days ago and travelled a long way almost to Fifth avenue before the keepers caught him. "My recent journeyings," went on Father Leopard with dignity, "showed me how sweet Is liberty. I.t us com bine to break Jail and escape." "Hear! Hear!" clamored the ani malsall excemt Bismarck. Bissy Just shook lils tawny old head. "Shall I draw up a set of resolu tions?" asked Secretary eagerly. Sec rotary Is the literary lion, uncle ot Mrs. Helen's twins. "Yes! Yes!" boomed the others all except Bismarck. And for the min utes there was silence, broken only by a soft "z-z-z-z-z" as Secretary wrote carefully with his tail In the dust of the floor. At last he lirted his head and cleared his throat. "Ahem!" he began, "Whereas, the silver Foxes, striped Hyenas, gray Wolves and various other prisoners of this menagerie have, by order of Commissioner Stover of tho Depart ment of Parks, had their runways en larged, while nothing has been done to our cages; and "Whereas, even tho Public has been heard to say that we ought to be moved to Bronx Park, where there is more room; "Therefore, be It resolved, that we, known collectively as the Cat Ani mals, escape and flee to our native jungles, or forests, or mountains, as the case may be." "That's the talk," said Father Iwpaird's eldest son approvingly. "I call It a perfect outrage that we should be mewed up here in cages, while even those little prairie dogs have a big open place to range in." "Young Leopard," spoke Bismarck's deep voice, "If you were where tho prairie docs are, would you be con tent to occupy yourself digging harm lessly In the ground, aa they do? Wouldn't you be over the fence, bit ing oft the head of the first tender baby you met?" "Wel-1 " hesitated young Leopard. "Keeper 'Bill' Snyder," said Bis marck, "Is excuse the slang phrase on to year curves." "I am an expert In curves," admitted young Leopard, casting a complacent glanco over his long, lithe, spotted form. "My children, hear me," said Bis marck suddenly, and when he said "My children" In that deep voice all the animals sat up and took notice. "it may be Irksome to be Impris oned, but our cages are clean and comfortable. Men approach ns not with death dealing guns, as In the jungle, but with hands stretched out to scratch our noses, when we are mild enough to let them. Good meat Is placed before us regularly. "Besides, this jungle yon would seek, where Is It? Many leagues from here, on tho further side of great waters. How do you propose to cross those waters? My children, give up your mad dreams." "Oh, e Junglo is a dreffle place," piped a little voice from somewhere in the rear. It was Sister, the orphan baby Hon brought over from Africa last winter by a party of hunters and presented to the Central Park Zoo. The other lions don't regard Sister as much, because ehe has to be fed warm milk out of a bottle, and she Is ab rnrdly fond of Biddy, the Fhigllsh bulldog, whom Keeper Snyder, pitying her loneliness, gave her for a eom ponlon. Still, Ciey listen to Iwr, be cause she brings tho latest news from Africa. 'Ze jungle's ze place where ze owuel ihuntnrg billed my mamma," Sister went on. "Oh, I couldn't take my twins to the junele," Mrs. HelPn walled sud denly. Now, Mrs. Helen Is much re spected, becuuao she doesn't eat her bahlM, as many mother lion unfortu nately do. Le.1, her husband. Is de Toted to her, and her cry molted his heart. "Helen, we won't go," he said fond ly. Lot's drT) It and go to sleep," yawned M'ke. the yellow puma. "Oh, these women!" muttered yonns; Leopard crossly. Then silence retimed over the lion house, while the trnes whisperer out side. New York Tribune. It cost $20,000 to produce the French movlmr picture films of the opera, "Rigoletto." the record for that form of entertainment. BETTY AND HER BANG, I called upon dear Betty and she smiled to see me come, But when I looked at Betty, for a moment I wua dumb. Then Betty smiled upon me and my heart with rapture rang. The mystery win plain to me dear Betty wore a bung. Oh, those naughty little bangs! Those sporty III tie bangs! t wish I hadn't been there, though my heart with rupture rang. Bhe smiled upon me sweetly And 1 lost myself completely And now 1 think of nothing else but Betty and her bang. We sat down In a eornnr, and she looked at mo and smiled. I tried to kins her madly, for her bangs had mnde me wild. But up she Jumped and In my heart 1 folt an awful pang. For when she reached the parlor door she left mu with a bang. Oh, those naughty little bangsl Those sporty little bungs! I wish I hadn't been there, for my heart with anguish rnng. She smiled uion me sweetly And 1 lost mvsclf completely And now 1 think or nothing else but Betty und her bung. New York Sun. (8WMW, THE World wlitlmist "In this world one happy hour makes up for a heap of unhappy ones." Pessimist "Yes. It has to." Puck. VodevIIle "I see a fellow has in vented an egg that Is almost perfect." Hamlette "Yes, I know that egg." Judge. "Does Scribbler's new novel end happily?" asked Ills wife. "It simply Bays that they were married," he ans wered. Buffalo Express. Bronson "What did that pretty salesgirl say wthen you stole a kiss," Johnson "Cie said: 'Will that foe all today?" " Boston Transcript. Knlcker "Small fruits are report cd ruined by the frosts." Mrs. Knicker "How lovely! Then we shall have only big berries In the box." Judge. "Sweet are the uses ot adversity," quoted the Wise Guy. "You can have mine," said the Simple Mug. "I don't care for . sweets." Philadelphia Rec ord. "Pa, what's the woman question?' "It generally Is: 'What In the world could ever have made him fall In love with her?' " Chicago Record Herald. What does It matter whether the pen or the sword be the mightier, so long as most men can do very little with either beyond triprljig them selves up? ''We should look for the esthetic, close our eyes to the unsightly things in life." "I tried that once and slipped up on a banana peel.'' iLouisvllIe Courier-Journal. She "Mr. Sweetly has such polish and such finish. Haven't you observ ed It?' He (savagely) "No, I haven't more's the pity! I'd like to see his finish!" Baltimore American. "Do you not see the handwriting on the wall?" asked the foreboding friend. "No," replied Senator Sorghum; "the headlines In the newspapers are enough for me." Washington Star. Rambo "I have a pair of glasses at home that make me see double.'' Baldwin "Yes; I've seen you using them. One is a beer mug and the other Is a whiskey tumbler." Chicago Tribune. Mr. Hubb "The Intelligence office manager told me that our new girl was once an actress." Mrs. Hubb "I be lieve it. She dusts the furniture ex actly as the soubretto does it on the stage." Boston Transcript. "How does your new book go?" "Great! I am convinced that it Is a classic." "A clas8ic?.What convinces you of that?" "Everybody has either seen it or heard of it, but nobody has read It." Cleveland Leader. "Of course, you know the story of William Tell," said the serious citi zen. "To tell you the truth," replied Mr. Cumrox, ."I'm not clear about him. I can't exactly remember wheth er he was a great marksman or a fa mous opera singer." Washington Star. Novel Thief Trap. An Ingeniously devised burglar trap was the cause of George Smith being sentflpepd Hcf three! months hard labor on a charge of attempted theft at a London hotel. The manager of the hotel invented Bhe trap because many robberies had occurred at the place. "I prepared a number of rooms," he said la court. "To the door of each a catch releas ing an electric bell was fitted. A num ber of overcoats were hung on the walls, and in the pocket? of these coats fishhooks were concealed. Noth ing happened for throe weeks; then early the other morning the bells downstairs rang violently. Th9 por ters rushed up and found the prisoner struggling to release his hand from an overcoat pocket." The magistrate complimented the hotel manager on his novel thlaf trap. Montreal Stand ard. First Aids to Drinking. A town In Illinois has passed an or dinance barring chairs, free lunches or treating in saloons. Y'lth comfort, economy and sociability eliminated from trade, three powerful first aids to the drinking habit will be abol ished in tb.'s wise town. Baltimore American. i WMK KIDNEYS WEAK BIN THBt WHOLE BODY. No chain Is stronger than its weak sat link. No man is stronger than his kidneys. Overwork, colds, strains, etc., weakrn the kid. R'er LI neys and the whols- body suffers. Don't neglect the sl.ghtest kidney ailment. Be gin using Doan's Kidney Pills at once. They are especially for sick kidneys. Frank H. Rey nolds, 327 Pine St., V V I says: 'My doctw told me an examina tion of the urine showed albumen. I took bis medicine for a whole year, doctored with a New York specialist and took electrical treatments with out relief. My suffering was simply awful. Six weeks' use of Doan's Kid ney Pills cured me, however, and ths eure has been permanent for fonr years." Remember the name Doan's. For sale by all dealers. 50 cents a boxy Foster-Mllburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Government and Fine Arts. Our government's attitude toward) art has been entirely different from that of other countries. We haw nothing for art's sake. We hav voted money for monuments, statues and portraits, which, in a majority ot Instances, have been a detriment to art, and we have only very recently and that by means of gifts, formed the nucleus of a national art gallery at tho capital. Whether our tradi tional attitude, which Is In no sens due to our form of government, ot neglect and Indifference to art, is to be continued, time will show. Such progress as we have made and such opportunity to see what Is really good as we have had, are dae to the public spirited generosity of private citizens. -Cincinnati Enquirer. A Burning Eruption Covered He From Head to Feet. "Four years ago I suffered severely with a terrible eczema, being a man of sores from head to feet and for six weeks confined to my bed. Dnrlng that time I suffered continual torture from Itching and burning. After be ing given up by my doctor I was ad vised to try Cutlcura Remedies. Af ter the first bath with Cutlcura Soap and application of Cutlcura Ointment I enjoyed the first good sleep during my entire Illness. I also used Cutl cura Resolvent and the treatment was continued for about three weeks. At the end of that time I was able to bs about the house, entirely cured, and? have felt no ill effects since. I would advise any person suffering from any form of skin trouble to try tho Cutl cura Remedies, as I know what they did for me. Mrs. Edward Nennlng, 1112 Sallna St., Watertown, N. Y., Apr. 11, 1909." Moving Irish Bog. Incessant rain for some days has caused a disastrous bog slid-e near Castlerea, in County Roscommon, Ire land. The bog area is , about 2,000 acres on the Worthington estate. Dur ing Wednesday night a considerable tract broke away from Its foundation beds upon the cotters who lived in the adjacent lowland, upon small patches of worked -out asd reclaimed bog. Tho threatened families had time to rescue their stock and save some of their household goods before effecting their own escape. Great As sures, it appears, opened In tho bog, releasing its surplus waters, which poured down and isolated the aban doned cottages. The solid bog move ment proceeded for two or three hun dred nrds, overwhelming everything and king the main road. London Mai:. 28 Esqulmo Candy. Tallow Is the Esqulmo's candy. It is put up in bright red packages mads out of the feet of water fowl. The women cut off the red feet of this bird, which is called the dovekle, draw out the bones and blow up the skin so as to make pouches which they fill with the reindeer tallow for their lit tle folk. None of the food that the Esqulmo eat seems bery inviting to us, but they are extremely fond ot It and are very apt to overeat. It is said by explorers who have gone ints Greenlaad that it Is no uncommon sight to see an iFJsquimo man who has eaten an enormous meal of the raw frozen flesh of the reindeer, seal or walrus, lying on his back and eating bhibber until he cansot move. Fur News. Delightful Desserts and 'tnany other pleasing' dishes . can be made with ; Post Toasties A crisp, wholesome food always ready to serve. With fruits or berries it is 'delicious. ?The Memory Lingers" A little book "Good Thing Made with Toasties" in pnekages, tells how. Sold by droeers plvgs. lOcsnJ 15c POSTUM CEREAL CO., LTD., Battle Creek, Mich, si I
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers