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MISCELLANEOUS READINGDry
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Reading For Leisure nen s or Moments
and Young, interesting and Proflta-
Ror Little Valise,
She had five or six trunks of remarkable size
Anti a tiny valise
The trunks she appeared very highly to jxrize,
But not theva] se,
The custom -house officer sized up the pile,
And thought that the woman must travel in
style
But he didn't believe it was really worth while
To touch the valise.
He opened the trunks to see what was there,
But * passed” the valise.
'Twas, such a diminutive, dainty affair—
Wes the little valise.
But she was a ilancer,a star on the stage,
Aud the hunks held her notices "—page after
na;
l"et
But the costumes she wore, that made her the
rage
Were ' r in the
valise.
e
Mis' Smith.
All day she hurried to get through,
The same as lots of wimmin do;
Sometimes at night her husban' said,
" Ma, ain't you gain' to come to bed ?"
And then she'd kinder give a hitch
ween
And pause half -way between a stitch,
And sorter sigh, and say that she
Was ready as she'd ever be,
She reckoned,
And sothe years went one by one,
An' somehow she was never done;
An' when the angel said, as how,
'• Mis' Smith it's time you rested now,"
She sorter raised her eyes to look
A second, as a st tch she took;
" All right. I'm coming now," said she,
" I'm ready as I'll ever be,
I reckon."
Little Ah Sid.
Little Ah Sid
Was a Christian kid—
A cute little cuss, you'd declare—
With eyes full of fun
And a nose that begun
Right up in the roots of his hair.
Jolly and fat
Was this frolicsome brat,
As he played through the long summer day
And he braded his cue
As his father used to,
In Chivaland far, far away.
Once o'er a lawn
That Ah Sid played upon
A bumble -bee flew in the. spring,
"Melicau butterfly !"
Said he. with winking eye,
"Me catch and pull off um wing."
Then with bis cap
He struck it a rap—
This innocent bumble-bee—
And put its remains
In the seat of his jeans,
For a pocket there had the Chinee.
Down on the grass
Sat the little sardine
In a style that was strangely demure,
and said with a grin
That was brimfull of sin,
"Me crush um butterfly, sure."
Little Ah Sid
Was only a kid
Nor could von expect him to guess
What kind of a bug
He was holding so snug
In the folds of bis loose -fitting dress.
"Ki-va ! Ki -yin -ye!"
Ah Sid cried. as he
Rose hurriedly up from that spot,
"IU-ya! Yuk-akan!
D—n um. Melican man—
Um butterfly belly much hot !"
existed,in the Roman foud: between
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ista nee the wood--
I/eater—and
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b
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birds—and, ,
pecker --and the supernatural and the
unknown in general. And it would seem
that the relation, in different forms,: was
tins or the
in fent times, f
universal c
almost v
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used bythe
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' thehire � s .
image of
Romans to represent the perseeuted deity
already mentioned—after whom the
family is named, incidentally, in ornitho-
logy—and by the augurs and priests of
the city as a sort of symbol in foretelling
coming events, abounds in many of the
marvellous and complicated sculptures
and carvings of Central America'..and
Pere, and has even been found in some
of the South Sea Islands and other parts
good
inthe orxu of wooden
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of
o world,. th
charms and fetiches.
Whether or not these hoary supersti-
tions and usages had anything to do with
the curious ideas and traditions that were
common in Europe during the Middle
ages, and that are even now prevalent
among the peasants and rural inhabit-
ants of many countries in the old world,
influence is cer-
tainly-
it is hard to say.. Their z c
apparent, in. many eases, especial-
ly in one, the famous legend of the
"woodpecker plant" or "springwort," an
Asiatic belief that was noticed by as old
a writer as Pliny. The legend, which
has naturally many variations ns in differ-
ent localities, is best preserved in the
German version, and asserts that the
'woodpecker possesses the secret of a
magic plant, which, by its application,
will rend asunder the stoutest bolts and
locks, and open the firmest -fastened doors.
Why reputable young people should ex-
perience the rather suspicious desire to
become familiar with such an agency is
not apparent, but to diicover it they re-
ligiously follow a formula embodied in the
myth, even to this time, which directs
that they plug up the hole in a tree in
which a woodpecker has its nest,' and,
concealing themselves at its foot, await
the coming of the bird. "If the nest has
young ones in it," so the recipe runs,
"the old bird, as soon as it learns what
has been done, will fly off in search of
the plant, an return with it in its bill,
to remove the plug If those hidden be-
low will then frighten the bird by mak-
ing a noise, she will drop the sprig',which
will retain its qualities for many years."
In some portions of France the plant is
believed to impart extraordinary strength
to the person treated by rubbing it upon
the limbs and body; and it is declared
that it may be obtained by spreading a
red cloth upon the ground, into which
the woodpecker, mistaking the cloth for
fire, -will let it fall in order that it may
be destroyed.
Aphorisms.
Obtuseness is sometimes a virtue.
Nothing is so hard but search will find
it out.
There is never
a kind.
Perseverance and
win.
The virtue lies in the struggle, not the
prize.
No man is happy who does not think
himself so.
Other men's sins are before our eyes;
our own, behind our back.
It requires greater virtues to support
good than bad. fortune.
Life is a comedy to him who thinks,
and a tragedy to him who feels.
but one opportunity of
audacity generally
supplicate for rain as earnestly as the
the a owner of a water -mill."
Probably no bird has such a variety of
names as the woodpecker, or appellations
expressive of such different traits and
characteristics. Besides the French
c
on-
celtc just mentioned,and designations
"Gertrude's
t
• v from'i derived
such as
bird," ,
legends and traditions, it is often called
t
the ' woodeale,„ and is spoken of as such
in the old ballad of "Robin Hood. and
Guy Gisborne.”
"The woodw,ile sang and woad not cease,
S tting upon the sprays
So lowde he waken'Robl
d.e ldood
where he h .•
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Inthe *reenewood 3
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"Heoco," which .occurs in the couplet,
"The crow is diming at his breast amain,
Stub Ends of Thought.
Courtship is a glass through which we
see darkly.
Matrimony is a remarkable developer
of character.
A man may monkey with a lie until he
thinks it is something else.
Watch the dollars in their flight if you
want to stop their flying.
Cupid. may be blind as a bat, but he
has ears that can hear a dollar jingle.
The wag of the dog's tail is more to be
trusted than the shake of a man's hand.
Love makes more people miserable than
it makes happy ; unless misery in love is
one form of happiness.
Feminine beauty is not the subject for
a man to select for conversational pur-
poses with a homely woman.
Our own children are about the only
things we have which we would rather
have than have the things other people
have.
WOODPECKER LEGENDS.
Arid sharp-neb' teem stabbing at h s brain,"
in the " Owl of Drayton," and "male,"
"icivell" and "jackicicle," are common
in many parts of England, probably hav-
ing their origin in the Anglo-Saxon
"Megan,'
, to try-. . Othernames which
"popinjay,"
t
are oina
interest
may be ofeJ ,
"serreecher," "laughingbird" aid "high
-
hoe,"
"nicker -picker,"
t its cry, and
lige from 1 ,
Y,
"wood -thumper," "picker -dick" and "jar -
peg," the reasons for which are not far
to seek.
WHY HE FOTOHED IT.
An 01d Fashioned Georgia Chicken Sel-
gler—A Very'Sponsible Man —Raisin
hIoney to Go on de 'Soursion.
"Wan' buy a chick'n dis mawnin' ?
Mighty fat chick'n. Didn't fotch in but
dis one to -day, an' I wan' git shot ob
him soon as I kin."
The speaker had ridden his lean, flop-
eared, harness -rubbed mule up to the
gate, and looking down to it from the
long gallery of Miss Cornely's old-fash-
ioned. Southern home, he appeared
framed by the luxuriance of the multi-
flora roses that clambered over. the arch
bending above the gateway. A strange
frame for the picture. What delicate
tints in the clustering blossoms ; what
tender grace in the slender, flower -bur-
dened sprays ; what rich coloring in the
young leaves. crimson -tinted in infant
loveliness. Within this frame stood. the
mule, rough -coated, big -boned, hungry -
eyed. In one hand the rider held the
rope reins ; in the other he bore aloft a
white chicken for the inspection of Miss
Comely who sat in her shady nook be-
hind a screen of glowing pomegranate
blossoms. What a queer costume Mr.
Chicken -seller wore ! Blue jeans pants
turned up at the bottom where the soiled
white facing was revealed; a pink calico
shirt, a faded yellow handkerchief in lieu
of collar. an old brown wool hat so out of
shape that only imagination could draw
the line where crown ended and brim be-
gan. Below his hat depended stiff plaits
of hair, ringed., striped., and streaked by
being wrapped closely with white cord to
straighten out its offending kinkness.
That was the picture.
The origin of the woodpeeker has been
accounted for in a number of ways, the
most interesting of which is, perhaps, the
Swiss and German fable, which can still
be heard, in some parts of the Alps, for
the asking. The tale is also known to the
ScottishHighlanders. "One day," ac-
cording to the tradition, "when Our Lord
and St. Peter wandered upon the earth,
they came, after walking a long distance,
to the house of an old wife named Ger-
trude, who sat baking with a red smutch
(probably a cap or bonnet) upon her head.
They were both tired. and hungry, so Our
Lord begged of her a bannock or cake,
that they might be refreshed. Gertrude,
in answer, took a tiny little piece of
dough, so small you could scarcely see it,
and began to roll it out preparatory to
placing it in the oven. But, being in-
tended for the Lord, it began to grow
until it covered the whole griddle. Be-
holding this, the old woman took another
and smaller piece, saying that she could
not afford to give them the first, it was
too large. The second, however, at once
began to swell as the first had done, and
so it continued, each piece growing
larger, until the fourth or fifth time.
'Well,' said Gertrude at last, 'I can't give
you. anything ; you must go without, for
these bannoeks are too big !' Then Our
Lord waxed very wroth, and exclaimed,
'Since you love Me so little as to rude
me a morsel of food, you shall receive t.
punishment you deserve. You shall be-
come a bird and seek your sustenance be-
tween bark and bole, and never have a
drop to drink but when it rains.' Scarce
had he uttered the last word. when she
was turned into a great black woodpecker
called 'Gertrude's bird.," with a red tuft
upon her head, and she immediately dis-
appeared from His view through the
chimney. And you may see her to this
day." the narrator invariably concludes,
after the approved fashion, "hacking and
pounding at the bark of the trees, and
ever athirst, whistling for rain to come,
and looking for a drop to cool her
tongue.."
e
act nit ger Of he don't stop pesterin' me;
sho'
got time f9' to
But.litm i
is. I ain't I
long
andgitde one,
im
scan ' I gat to goy
to go' 4u de'soursion, is, Mornin' 1lfiss
Cornely; znornin', Mr. ; I don't 'know
wher you some i'om not to know 'bout
totxn folks.; I
don t
dat. You's
mighty
h
tY
curious whte
folks, you is."
CREEDON TALKS.
THE STURDY AUSTRALIAN IN PRIME
CONDITION FOR HIS CONTEST
WITH FITZSIMMONS.
A Bird With an Interesting and Unique
Folli Lore—Quaint Superstitions that
Have Prevailed for Ages.
The noise made by the tapping of a
woodpecker amid the stilines of a quiet
greenwood, or on the outskirts of some
lovely swamp or bog -land, is most pecul-
iar.
eculiar. It is a pleasant sound., to the ma-
jority of persons, with a charm about it
that lingers in the memory after its last
echoes have died away. The very ir-
regularity of its repetition, growing
louder and softer with the gentle breezes
of a summer's day, is calculated to throw
one into a delightfully reminiscent and
thoughtful mood, and it is not surprisin
that in past eves it was re arde
t0 know p ,gg
with a certain amount of superstiti
ous
awe, and that the bird by which it is pro-
duced was thought to possess some occult
or mysterious attributes.
The beliefs and convictions that con-
stitute the folklore of the woodpecker or
sapsucker, as it is sometimes erroneously
called—for its boisterous operations occur
solely in of .insects that are con-
eealed beneath the bark, and are never
injurious to the trees -are, in fact, very
many and varied, and many of them can
be traced back to a somewhat more
venerable antiquity than is usual in such
matter,. Probably everyone remembers
having read or heard at one time or an-
other the story of the %transformation of
the pagcux god Piaui, the son of Saturants,
to the Ave a of a woodpee)ter by the witch
g 1 n revenge ' his coldness
goddess Circe, n r vc go fol
and xion-reguittal of: her love, - The tale
of itself is of little importance, and is but
one of the countless fairy legends that
compose the lesser and extremely poetic
mythologies of the Greeks and Iloanans.
Brut it happily servos the purpose of il-
lustrating the connection that evidently
Some of the tribes of the Iroquois na-
tion had a legend to the effect that the
woodpecker was a great and powerful
chief of a long past era, who had been
punished by the Great Spirit because of his
greed and avarice—qualities extremely
uncommon among the primitive Indians.
The shrill cry of the bird was said to be
the wail of the old chief, who was con-
tinually bemoaning his hard. fate. The
peasants of Normandy have a curious
story to account for this peculiar whistle,
which, although not so noticeable as the
pecking of the birch, is odd enough. "At
the beginning of all things," they say,
when God had finished creating the
earth, He commanded the birds to exca-
vate with their beaks the hollows that
were destined, when completed, to be-
come the seas, rivers and pools. All
obeyed except the woodpeckers, who,
in sullen obstinacy, sat still and re-
fused to move, What was the result?
When everything was finished the good
God declared that, as she hard been un-
willing to peek up the earth, her lot
would ever be to peck at wood;and that,
moreover, as she had had noting to do
with the provisions for supplying water
for the world, she should drink nothing,
but rain, and get that as she conic'. And
hence it xs that the wretched bird i
always calling to the clouds, Pltti! Pini.
-'ram ! rain !'—and that she ever keeps
an upward climbing attitude, in order to
catch in her beak the drops which fall
from the sky.,r
The superstition connecting. the wood-
pecker with the willing of rain and
torms is very'widespread A remarkably
large and finvarietyof the family, the
"ivorybilked" woodpecker, or cam o-
ahlluprincipalis of Gray, which is found
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in Brazil: and Mexico, and, as some sea-
sons of the year, as far north as some of
the Southern States, is regarded by the
natives of the former country as an un-
failing prophet of inclement weather,
The R01110118 ,morally considered the ap-
pearance of the bird as significant of some
special intention of the gods, either per-
taining. to the elements or to war, and
the French frequently called the wood-
peeker "lo procurer dit xnolinier," or
"1'avoeat du zneunier,Ye because it is sitp-
posecd, during a ported of drought, "ter
He Tells Something of His Inner Life—
Makes no Secret of the Means Re Shape—HisEm-
ploysin ha Manager
to Keepl
Does Not Believe in Doctors.
From the St. Louis, Mo., Chronicle,
As September 26, the date set for the
$5,000 battle between Dan Oreedon and
Bob Fitzsimmons, grows nearer its un-
certainty grows greater and the interest
of the sporting world increases. While
Fitzsimmons will no doubt be a hot fav-
orite in the betting, yet the truth of the
matter is that but very few have got a
trR8 line 91D Oreedon,the wise
Men of the ring who hil
While
have come in touch
with him are saying but little out loud,
it is a well-known fact that Fitzsimmons'
followers are finding in a quiet way all
the Creedon money they want.
Personally, Fitzsimmons has always
believed that Creedon was easy game.
But then, Creedon has improved almost
beyond belief since he came to this coun-
try. Tho instruction he received while
helping to train Corbett for the Mitchell
fight did him no end of good, while his
method of living and manner of taking
care of himself has greatly improved his
condition.
Some time ago it was reported that
Creedon was a victim of muscular rheu-
matism, and that his days as a fighter
had past. This has no doubt taken many
of the sporting fraternity over to the
Fitzsimmons side.
"Do get him to come in," I exclaimed
so suddenly that Miss Comely showed
surprise at my eagerness—showed it, I
hardly know how, for so gentle are all
her movements, so soft her voice, so
placid her face that I am constantly try-
ing to find how it is that she reveals her
thought. "Bring in your chicken; I
will buy it," cooed Miss Corneley.
" Mighty glad you're gwine to take
him ; I's tryin' to git up some money to
go on de 'scursion down to Atlanta."
" How is your crop?" I asked, anxious
to hear him talk, for all this occurred last
July on my visit to the cotton belt.
" My crap's jes" tolable ; 'taint mid-
dlin', case de hot weather done scorch hit
up mightily ; dat's a sho fact."
" Do you own the land which you cul-
tivate?" was my next query.
" Land don' b'long to me ; hit b'longs
to a white man in Macon; dat mule gan-
der, he b'longs to me. He mighty good.
mule. I bin livin' on dat land all de
time; I had my. raisins on dat land, I
did. But I don't tote myself. Mr. Hon-
isberger, he totes me ; he totes mos' all
de folks on. the Josiah Jones plantation,
he do."
" Totes you ? What do you mean?"
"Whar you come Porn not to know
what dat 'spression. means ? Dat's de way
every body'spressifies de question. Whar
you done come f' om ? Ef I gab de money
to buy all my clothes, an' all Mandy's
clothes, an' all little Jim's clothes, an' de
baby's clothes, an' all de sugar an' de
coffee an' de meat, an' money to pay de
doctor, an' go to de circus, an' go on de
'scursion, deal totes myself. But I ain't
got hit. Mr. Honisberger, he got a big
store, an' he got money, an' he gins we
all's money to go to de show, an to git
sump'n to eat, an' some clothes, an' lie
jes runs us all de year. Den when de crap
done made, hit bn.ongs mostly to Mr.
Honisberger, case he done tote me. Ef I
ain' got •'nough to pay him he eyes hit
ober till nex' year. Mr. Honisberger
mighty good man. Ef I ain' got money
'nough to go on de 'scursion he gwine to
'vance hit. He says he aint gwine to
'vance hit all dis time ; I got to fetch
some and he gwine to 'vance de rest.
Dat hue come -1 fetch dis chicken dis
mawin. I gwine cyar dis twenty cents
she gin me for de chicken down to Mr.
Honisberger's store, and den he gwme to
give me $8 to go onde Hit's be
wrote down m dat big book of his'n
'gainst de settlement . day. Mr. Honis-
berger hab ter cyar me ober to nex' year
dis time. caze I's had monstrous bad
luck.'
"What kind of bad luck ?" I asked.
"Why, you see, I got tack up ; dat cost
mo a heap ob,n.oney.
"Got tuck up. What does that
mean?"
"You mighty cuyous sort ob white
folks dat con' know what 'tuck up'
means ; you sho' is ! I was 'soused ob
stealin' ob a hog, I wuz. My own color
'soused me—dat very 'Sian Roberson you
see ridin' by here sometimes, he de very
pian what soused me 'bout de confifetion
of de question. Ile 'souse me jos' caze I
knock'd him on de head, Gaze he kap' on
hangin' 'roup' my house to see my wife,
and git her to cook chick'n for him,
'stead ob cookin' chicken for me. Why'nt
he git his own wife to cook chick'n ? He
got wife obi his own, He better let
Mandy Jane lone; I kill clot man some
clay; I will dat. Den he went and 'soused.
me bout his old hog. I ain' steel his
hog. Artor chat nigger done cyarcl me to
de cote -house, ole Jeclge he tries de case
an' he sayI clidn' steal dat hog. I know'd
I didn'stal chat hog 'fore doy cyard me
dere. Dat ole deelish'Siab. Roberson, he
know'd it, too. Your own color 's Mighty
mean to you day sho' is dat ! Dat hue
opine I say nab mighty bad hick, long
ob chat ole Sich and long ob MVlalzdy Jane,
'Thant no hog 'bout hit. Dat throw'd
me back mightily; hit did chat. Mr.
Honisbergergot to tote lite ober to not'
year, she 1 Ilit'll throw anybody back
to be tuck up 'bout steali.n' hog, Sidi
ROberatm inert, an' he want to make me
'spoxlsible for elate ole one•earodl
nose4, straight,taikod hog. I gwine
rheumatic siege., taking no partieular Dare
thef
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any Pin. Pill fisc nent I ive you
ev-
ery
detail of the case in order to end all
further controversy about my condition
I never felt better in my life, and, bar-
ring accidents, will be ready
to $
ght the
fight of my life on Sept. 2Gth,"
1 hereby certify that the foregoing in-
terview is truthful in every detail.
(Signed) DAN OREEDON,
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ONEMINUrE STORIES BEARD ON
O
THEREE 1' CORNERS.
S
T
Fooled the Landlord.
"Perhaps.
like to be landlord
wouldl od
you
of a flat," said the man who had been
talking real estate, "and think you had
obtained desirable tenants, and were hug-
ging yourself over the delightful know-
ledge that whatever other landlords had
to endure, there would be no children in
your flats. I rented to a couple the other
day, and as usual asked if the family
consisted of adults only,
"Oh, yes," chirped the young woman,
"and we don't want any children in the
building -that is why we are willing to
pay your price."
"The man didn't say anything, but I
thought he looked queer."
"Any boarders?" I asked.
"Hardly," said he, "in a six -room flat."
"Still I thought there was somethin
back of it."
''Pets ?"
"No, neither cat, dog, canary nor par-
rot."
"They took the flat, and her widowed
sister came from Nebraska with five boys
to visit them. That was a year ago, and
they aro visiting them yet, and in con-
sequence all the other flats remain empty.
A tornado would bo silence compared to
the racket those boys make."
Creedon is doing his training in St.
Louis under the caro of his fosterbrother,
Tommy Tracy: He was seen in the office
of his manager, Col. John D. Hopkins, by
a Chronicle reporter, and among other
things unbosomed himself regarding the
"muscular rheumatism" story :
In December last" (he laughed when
the subject was broached) "I was giving
sparring exhibitions with a variety and
athletic company. We played a week -'s
engagement in Boston. During Christ-
mas week it was bitterly cold, the thea-
tre in which we played was miserably
heated behind the curtain. The dressing
rooms were so cold that you could actual-
ly see your breath. My contract with
the manager stipulated that I was to box
two bouts of three rounds each, one of
which was to be 'try -out' with any local
fighter possessed of an ambition to make
me 'bite the dust.'
"Though my task was not a severe one
from a scientific point of view, the work
was hard and monotonous and the per-
spiration streamed from my pores as I
scampered from the stage into my cold,
damp dressing -room. I resisted the shock
of these sudden changes until the night
before we closed our engagement, when,
as I was dressing preparatory to leaving
the theater, a sickening chill penetrated
my back, my legs ached and I suddenly
became sick at my stomach. I drank two
hot whiskeys in a neighboring saloon,
hurried to my hotel, and huddled up in
bed.
"On the following morning on awaken-
ing, my right ankle was stiff and sore,
and the muscles of my arm were swollen
and pained. excruciatingly.
"I rapidly grew worse. My physician
ordered hot water bags for my feet and
prescribed an alkali concoction for mus-
cular rheumatism. Within a week I was
unable to bear my weight on my feet.
"I discharged my physician in despair
and tried enough so-called rheumatic
cures to stock a fair sized drug store. By
the advice of Col. John D. Hopkins, my
manager, I puiehased a box of Dr. Wil-
liams' Pink Pills. Col. Hopkins had
read so much in the papers of the mar-
velous cures made by Pink Pills, and
being a victim of periodical' attacks -of
rheumatism, gave them a trial.
"Physicians be hanged, I have spent
hundreds of dollars on'em," here broke
in Col. Hopkins.
"After using ono box of Pink Pills,"
continued Oreedon, "the pain gradually
relaxed, my appetite improved, I started
taking a second box, and the pain and
swelling disappeared from my ankles and
feet, and the muscles of my arms were
restored to their normal condition.
"I left for Jacksonville. Fla., New
Year's Day with "Billy" Delaney, trainer
of Jim Corbett, to assist in preparing the
champion for the international gleovve
contest with Charley Mitchell. I
finished my second box of Pink Pills
when I left Boston. The sudden ehange
of climate, combined with the malarial
atmosphere of Oorbett's training quar-
ters at Mayport revived the pain in my
muscles and I became alarmed at my
condition,
"I went up to Jacksonville and secured
another supply of Pink Pills. The mar-
velous effect of those Pills almost baffles
belief.
" The Pink Pills battled successfully
with the rheumatism and the seeds of ma-
laria planted in my system by the damp
nights spent on the Florida coast. I was
in condition to begin work with Corbett
after a few days rest and was rapidly: re-
stored to health, the museles of my legs
and arms being as strong and good as
ever.
"1 never in my lifeworkodharder than
during the, Corbett training campaign at
Mayport, The rheumatic ankles of a few
weeks previous were free from soreness
and stiffness. as all visitors to Mayport
who witnessed me plc hand -ball and
speed over the hard sanaof the beach can
attest,
t t A. remarkable feature is, that I plung-
ed from the eel(' of the ilorth into the
dampness of the Florida climate after a
A Spud in His Pocket.
"I wonder if that potato would grow?"
The speaker stood on the postoffice
steps, and was addressing a friend. Ile
held in his hand a round, spongy sub-
stance, not much larger than a marble,
which seemed to be withered by age.
"If it did grow it would raise very
small potatoes. Is that your contribution
to our beautiful city charity of raising
food for the unemployed?"
"No ; that is my cure for rheumatism.
I used to be a sufferer from that com-
plaint, and I tried all the usual remedies,
but nothing ever helped me like this po-
tato. When it loses its virtue, I shall
get another one. I have never had a
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twinge of rheumatism since I tried. the
potato cure."
"The faith cure, you mean," said his
friend as they walked off together.
The Clock as Company.
"You have no idea," said a bachelor
business man, "how much company a
clock is. When I go home to my rooms
at night—I am a chronic boarder—the
first thing that I hear as I open the door,
is that pleasant tick -tock, tick -tock which
is my only welcome. I have' given that
clock a speech of its own, and can hear it
say 'come in,' 'come in,' when I return
at night, and 'good ]uek,' 'good luck,'
when I go away in the morning. One
night I could not sleep, but seemed to be
possessed of a demon of restlessness, and
the atmosphere felt heavy like lead. I
didn't find out until nearly morning
what was the matter ; then I discovered
that the clock had stopped—it was an
eight-day clock, and I had forgotten to
wind it. As soon as I could dear the
soothing tick -tock I fell asleep."
No Apology Needed,
Many years ago, in the Clay County
(Ind.) Court, while Judge Bowers was on
the bench and the court in session, some-
thing was said in argument by Daniel
W. Voorhees, which aroused the anger of
Solomon Claypool, who, when he secured
an opportunity, heaped the bitterest an-
athemas upon his antagonist. Attorney
Voorhees immediately sprang toward
Attorney Claypool and struck him in the
face. They clinched, tore each other's
clothes, tipped over chairs and tables.
Suddenly and simultaneously they came
to their sober senses, and looked up to the
bench. They were somewhat astonished
to find the judge, with his back to them,
innocently engaged in reading a news-
paper. They began to apologize, when
they were calmly interrupted by Judge
Bowers, with the remark: "Why, you
need make no apology, gentlemen. 1 saw
evidence of an oncoming difficulty, and
considered it best to see no more. The
court had arisen."
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LAKEHTJRST
SANITAR1TJM
A Quick Thought.
It was during a scene in which the
usual shipwreck had taken place, and a
boat, with the hero and two or three
others, is shown drifting about at the
mercy of the waves, the latter appearing
very lively for their size. Suddenly the
head and shoulders of one of the "waves"
appears through the canvas, to the sur-
prise of the audience. Quick as thought
the hero shouted "man overboard !" and
at the same time throw a rope to the
drowning man. The latter grasped it,
and was hauled" aboard amid the cheers
of the audience. They thought it was
part of the play.
Anothor Clock Story.
"My experience with a clock was quite
different," said another business bache-
lor. "I depended on that clock as a
friend, and it played me false every time.
I never, kept an appointment while I had
it. It would be hours out of the way, and
yet I had such faith in it that I set my.
watch by it. Finally I began to under-
stand its depraved nature, and traded it
oft for one of those noisy oval metallic
affairs, warranted not to run down at the
heel, rip, tear or wear, or fade in the
washing, It had an aiarm that shook
the house and wakened the people in the
neat block, and it tieked like a moor. I
put it in a bureau drawer the first night,
but it `ticked so loud anal fast that I
couldn't steep, so I set it outside of my
door, .where it kiel ed up a commotion
among the other guests of the house and
was confiscated by the landlord, who paid
me next day to take it oft his hands. I
gave it to my friend Smith who was go-
ing to housekeeping, and he hasn't spo-
ken to me since. No more clocks for me,
thank you."
A boy can get up ten times as much
enthusiasm for the First of July as he
Gan get up in the morning,
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