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- y A RIVER. A glimpse of the river?it glimmer? 1 trough the stems of the beeches; Through the screen of the willows it shimmers In low winding reaches; Flowing so softly that scarcely It seems to be flowing. Cut the reeds of the low. little islands Are bent to its going. And soft as the breath of a sleeper Its hearing and sighing. In the coves where the fleets of the lilies 1 At anchor are lying. It looks as if fallen asleen < In the lap of the meadows, and smiling Like a child in the grass, dreaming deep Of the flowers and their golden beguiling. ] A. glimpse of the river?it glooms Underneath the black arcnes, I ' * Across it the black shadow looms. And the eager crowd marches, Where, washing the feet of the city. i Strong and swift it is flowing; On its bosom the ships of the nations Are coming and going. ' Heavy laden, it labors and spends In a great strain of duty Hie power that was gathered and nursed In the calm and the beauty. Like thee, oh, my river, like thee, May our lives in beginning and ending, Fair in their gathering be And great in the time of their spending. ^-Charlotte Becker, in the New- York Sun. THE PERIL OF THE BLAST By FRANKLIN WELLES CALKINS. This story was told in a letter, received by a boy friend from bis brother, who had gone West and obtained employment in a camp of rail1 way builders in the Snake River Pass. "Three weeks ago we moved up here, 9565 feet above sea level. We are blowing rock cuts along the side of a dizzy canon. Camp is on one < side, the works on the other now, and c we cross back and forth on a bridge v made of rope over a narrow gorge. 1 It's teetery business, and no more ( than six men are allowed to cross at a i time. i "Just now we are working at a rock, < cut that's more than 100 feet on the upper alope, and there is no slope on t the pther side, just a roadbed eigh- 1 teen feet wide at the bottom. 1 '"We throw 1000 tons of rock over Into the canon at a shot, when our foreman, old Joe Rogers, pushes the slide of his battery. We load eighteen or twenty holes which we have drilled ten to twelve feet deep, putting twenty-five pounds of black powder in each hole. ''The powder goes into a pocket which is blown in the bottom of the hole by the use of stick dynamite. Then an exploding cap attached to a wire is lowered to the powder, and the hole is tamped with dust and land. The loose end of the wire is V then attached to a lead wire which ? connects with an electric battery, and all the shots are sent off at once. "It rained hard all last Wednesday, ~ ' and while it was raining and blowing in camp it was snowing and blowing overhead, a fact which we didn't sufficiently realize in our drenched quarv ters. , "A blast had been ready to fire, or nearly so, when the rain stopped us from work, and Thursday morning BveryDoay Dut tne cook ana two 01 us a who had been detailed to cut wood * were hustled out od the works. c "A fellow named Quin Dawson and c r were set to chop close to the lower e edge of camp. We were making the* Chips fly when we heard old Joe's voice rolling across the canon: "' 'Ware all! Battery! Battery!' . "So we ran out of the woods near 1 to the first tents to look across and c Dver into the canon. It's quite a sight r from the camp side to see big rocks Tf go bowling into the gulch, knocking over tree3, hitting up puffs of dust that spurt out like the smoke of can- ? Qon shots. Every big bump sounds ? like a cannon shot, too. "They had in heavy charges in a 2 twenty-four-hole shot, and the blast * Jarred the mountain even on our side. a We saw a mighty upheaval of dust 1 and stones and felt the shock under ^ our feet, and then the echo of the * shots and tne clatter ot tocks was drowned in a bigger roar that sound- s ed high over our heads. "Quin, who had been sitting on a ; atone, jumped to his feet and yelled: 1 "'Slide! Slide! Snowslide!' "And then he ran for the woods ? back of us. I was paralyzed for the J minute, and then a big white wave struck the camp in front of me. I saw J tents, wagons, wheel-scrapers rolled up and buried, and the first of the slide shot by. ^ "Then in a flash the tide rose and * swept me off my feet. I found my- J self suddenly dropping down into the c canon. I rode on the crest of a big 1 snow wave, lying on my back and go- s ing feet first. * "I can't say that I felt any fear; in fact, there wasn't much time to be afraid in, for my big drift slumped into the creek channel, and I was f buried so deep that the first sensation s that came to me was of an awful si- , lence. { "I was {jacked in tight, my ears j and eves were closed, and I seemed , to be wound up in a frozen sheet. But ] I wasn't hurt, and I wriggled a hole ( to turn round in. I was nearly in an ^ upright position, and I soon made j standing room. When I got my eyes < open the light was simply a clear cold ( whiteness*. It made my eyeballs ache. , "The snow was light and fine, and ] not packed so hard as it had seemed before I moved, and I quickly began to badger my way upward. Taking \ slant that would give me fastest pro- ] gress, I dug a hole big enough to ] work in, and packed tne snow to one ; side and behind me while I worked j ahead. "Presently my hands and fingers got so numb that I had to stop and thaw them out by breathing on them. When I had done this I fished a big bandanna handkerchief out of a pock- i et, tore it in halves and wound each i hand in a pieces. That helped some, ' and I went ahead till it seemed as if I : must have been buried a hundred feet deep. < "I suppose, though, that I didn't get very far with all my frantic pawing. I was pretty tired when the snow seemed to grow less dense, and my mind got easier until my hands struck a hard surface, and I found myself up against a solid wall of rock. *' 'Now.' thought I, 'if there's half a chauce to get a foothold, I'll soon push my way to daylight.' "But there wasn't. I soon found there was rock overhead as well a3 in front. I had crawled up under the roof of a shelving ledge, such a ledge as I knew jutted out over Bowstring Creek, which runs through the canon under our camp. "Suddenly, as I was treading and digging to turn out from under the ledge one of my feet went into a soft slush. I felt the water oozing iu round my ankle! "I remembered the flood that was now roaring down on the heels of the rain, and I realized that its tearing :urrent would fill all the snow that had dropped into the canon in almost no time. In fact, it was already filling it, and I was in instant danger of being drowned in the snow. "I just lay over on my back, clawed it the rocks and bored my way out from under, all the time feeling the "ising water slushing up at my feet. The snow was lighter than it had been, at least above the water, and 1 vormed along pretty fast till I could Snd no rocks over my head. "Then all at once my eyes popped >ut into the open on the side of the Irift, with the sun blazing all round me. I yelled with joy and wallowed >ut, sinking to my hips as I tried to tvalk on the slope of the drift. -I looked about. The ledge under which Bowstring Creek ran was on one side. [ had just crawled out from under it ?out of a ridge of snow which had slumped over from the top of the slide. I had slumped with it. "If I'd gone under the bottom of :he main jam I could hardly have escaped. But I soon found that I wasn't >ut yet?far from it. I was in a locket, rocks that I couldn't climb on >ne side, and shut in by a semicircle >f drift. "I lay on my breast and tried to higgle my way to the top. I could mly make a little headway by packng and tramping the snow, building i kind of leaning tower of hard snow is I mounted by half inches. " 'But,' thought I. 'I will get to the op some time.' Yet in a minute 1 leard a rush of waves below, and ooked down to see my notch filling vith a whirlpool of water. The creek iad broken through that neck ot Irift and was hurling its flood against he one I was climbing. "I stood, too scared to move, for a ninute; then I had a sensation as it he world was moving, dropping out rom under me. The drift I was nounting?it must have been a narow one?melted like the going of a toap bubble, and I was plunging ilong, fighting to keep at the top of a oiling flood. "There was just one immense fum? ~ *tro tor nnnrart rmf int.rt Li ? OVTIOU. v/JL natvt ywutvu ind over the lately emptied creek :hannel, and I found myself swimning in the cold current?swimming or the land. "I'm glad that I am like a duck in he water. I was rolled under in the ough and tumble a half dozen times. ?ut I came up spluttering, and forged ihead till my feet hit ground, and hen I scrambled for the nearest high and. "It was the blast that started the nowslide. Nobody was hurt. Quin ?as lucky enough to run in the right lirection, and the cook was up above amp on the bridge hauling up watr."?Youth's Companion. Found a Buried Town. Every once in a while excavation n southern Arizona results in the disovery of a buried village. The most ecent discovery of this kind was aade by Frank C. Erwin at his home, mi loo from Hnrhisp UUI Ui*?VU WM? Vw????W. Three miles from his ranch Erwin tarted to dig ail irrigation ditch. )nly a few feet under the surface he legan to uncover utensils of a shape md material which indicated that hey had been used by a race probably is old as the Cibola, that strange peo>le whose "Seven Famous Cities" fas the lure that brought Father siza and the negro Estevanicio from he Spanish mission at Culiacan north ilong the Senora River to the old city >f Tabac, near Tucson, which expediion was the beginning of civilization n Arizona. After digging deeper Erwin came icross a wall, which he followed for wenty feet. Further investigation irought to light hundreds of bones veil preserved, one skeleton being inact. \VSien an attempt was made to ake up the skeleton it fell to pieces Vmong the treasures unearthed was i slab on which were written curious igures representing men and birds ind animals. Erwin took several ol he relics into Tombstone, and will ;end others to the Smithsonian Insti.ution.?Kansas City Star. To Vitalize the Synagogue. Development of the social side of ;ongregational life, we believe, would spell improvement in every other di ection. It would make the synagogue not only more popular, but alsc nore influential. It would infuse nnrp warmth and rfieaning into oui eligious organizations. It would fos;er fellowship and neighborliness ivhich is, after all, one of the prime purposes of all religion. Just because modern life is as intricate and iivisive as it is, every unifying effort 5f the synagogue would mean sc nuch more. The minister alone cannot do it rhe people must do it. It must come from the people. The congregation must be democratic. Only when the people themselves socialize the synagogue will they throw into it mean* ing, purpose, vitality.?Temple. Grsat Profits in Coffee. A Xew York coffee importer told a r * ? a V> /I hf House coinuimet tuc umci uaj ma. the middleman's profit on coffee iE this country is approximately fifteen cents a pound against Germany's seven cents' profit. He said that during a period of many years the price of coffee laid down at New York has averaged seven and a half cents, and the cost of roasting and preparing i< two to two and a half cents, but the consumer pays for this twenty-five cents a pound and upward. Which is more interesting light on the high cost o? living.?Indianapolis News, jj^Wv\N Suggestion on Etiquette. Special care is necessary in eating fruit so that it may be done in as delicate a way as possible. Pears and peaches should be peeled with a silver knife, cut in quarters and the pieces taken up in che fingers, but if the fruit is very juicy it would best be eaten with a fork. Plums are taken up in the fingers and eaten without taking the stone in the mouth. Oranges are cut crosswise with a fruit knife, and the sections taken out with an orange spoon or an ordinary teaspoon. After eating fruit the tips of the fingers should be dipped in a finger bowl. The moistened fingers of one hand may be touched lightly to the lips. The napkin is then used to dry the fingers and lips. One should not lean over a finger bowl.?Mrs. Samuel Armstrong, in the Boston Post. Suffrage Wouldn't Help, She Says. Grace Falkner, one of the most prominent workers of the Pennsylvania Association Opposed to Woman's Suffrage, has been making speeches in various parts of Pennsylvania against votes for women. "Women do not want the vote," is her argument. "The women who would vote, should this privilege be granted to them, are those who would do as their husbands or the local political leader dictated. A good looking, solt tongued politician easily could get all the women mill workers from a dozen mills to vote the way he wished. As for economic freedom, the average workingman would be glad to have his wife have as much of this as possible, for then his responsibilities would grow less and hers greater. Suffrage will not abolish child labor nor will it close saloons."?New York Press. Tribe of Pocahontas Remains. The announcement that a monument costing $5000 will be constructed soon in memory of Poca| Cheese'ancl Rice.?"fli OS I to remove the flour. Put *" = having two quarts 01 wa jig q,/ rice boil steadily for tw I OSS 2 saucepan. When cooke ! 1ZJ around -writti a fork, hob es g 1 utes until it is light anc *2- ^ grated cheese, tossing i cS Now add a savory browi m roast the day before, or S3 <2 ( is a most nourishing an ' I the main viand of the m( hontas brings to light the fact that the descendants of the tribe of which the historic Indian girl was a member still remain on the banks of the Pamunkey River in t.he wilds of northern Virginia. There may be found prototypes of the girl who saved the life of John Smith, and there is enacted each year a reproduction of that incident. The Indians array themselves in costume-j and portray tho scenes of the early times with accuracy. These Indians take pride in living apart from other Indians and iri preserving the traditions of their forefathers. The tepee ha.s given wav to the lumber-built house and the redskins have come to live mucli as the palefaces do, but the legends of their ancestors are repeated with reverence, and the Indians try to five up to them. The tribe has 110 members.?New York Press. Human Nature and Its Changes. "Say, Jen," said Katie, the brunette, with white sidecombs in her hair, "I see Mamie has bleached her hair again. Ain't it terrible?" "Yes, perfectly awful!" replied Jennie. "She asked me if I would do it if I were she, and I said, 'Yes.' Don't she look perfectly dreadful? and it's getting streaked already. You could tell in a minute it was Bleached, the rootsi are so dark." "Sure. I noticed that!" responded Katie. "And, say, did you see the rag of a dress she had on yesterday? And it's fit?gracious! Looked perfectly dreadful, didn't it?" "Perfectly dreadful," ec.'ioed Jennie. "Wei!, she wanted a pattern, and | I gave her the one of that dark blue silk I had three years ego, " saia Katie. "You did?" "Yes, I did." "Oh!" " And the hat she was wearing," continued Katie. -lDid you get your optics on that?" "Yes." "Perfect sight, wasn't it?'' "Where did she get it?" "Oh, down at the Moody's. I helped her pick it out," was Katie's reply. "Why?why?here comes Mamie now," she continue}. "Hello, Mamie, you dear, sweet thing. How nice you look?too darling for anything! " "Yes, indeed," added Jennie. "You do look perfectly charming. Say, let's all go into Huyler's arid get some | soda." And the three friends walked away | together.?New York Times. j rrniifc it a Girls' Den. "It was a hotel room that showed me how," gaid the wife of the junior partner, as she proudly gathered together six of her best friends late one afternoon in the new "housewife den" on the second floor of her suburban home, and made tea for them without calling the maid. "Honestly, it was. I'd never have thought of it if I hadn't gone on that business trip two months ago with Nat." "You certainly are cosy here," remarked one of the girl visitors enviously, as she glanced around the little room on the second floor that was JRPV^I^ full almost to overflowing when it had six women in it and took every feminine heart because of its dainty "fixings." "Am I not?" answered its owner. "Our house is pretty and effective and lovely for entertaining. But its big hall and parlor, its almcst-as-big dining room, all three opening into each other and making up the whole first floor, didn't give me a single cozy nook. All of it was fine for receiving formal visits and for giving dinner parties, but when it came to chatting with friends like all of you, that first floor never worked at all. I am a woman who hates to sit in her bedroom. I felt I must have a place really, entirely and solely my own. But how to make one I didn't see until I was off on that trip. "It doesn't matter what city we were in, but we staid three days at a most splendiferous hotel. On the second day I came across, by pure chance, this dear brass teakettle. I couldn't let it go, and I won't tell you how much I paid for it. As I walked out of the store, just hugging the kettle to me, I had an inspiration. I'd noticed an electric iron in my hotel room. I'd have a cup of tea. "So I bought some tea, ana inen 1 hurried up to the room. It was then about 4 o'clock, and hubby was somewhere, selling some man about a million dollars' worth of machinery. I knew he wouldn't get back till six. I'd have my little tea party all by my lonesonys; I was just hungry for tea. "I took the electric lro?and turned it on its back in a soap dish. I filled the tea kettle, put it on the iron that waii upside down, and in no time at all I had water boiling. My, and oh, my; that tea was good! "I don't need to tell any of you girls how quickly a woman's mind works sometimes. Before 'my man* got in?and he really had sold a big, big bill?I'd planned this room all out. It just came to ?e, and now isn't it the finest, most convenient rash the rice through several waters ; it Into boiling water slightly salted, ter to half a pound of rice. Let the enty minutes, without covering the sd, drain thoroughly, then toss it iing It over the fire for a few min1 fluffy. Then stir in a quantity of iround until the cheese is melted. i erravv. This may be left from the made from stock. Cheese tind rice d appetizing dish and will serve as sal. place you can possibly imagine! I let hubby in here sometimes, though I generally 'shoo' him out. This ij a woman's room, never to be profaned by cigar or pipe smoke, unless, oh, well, I do let him come in and smoke, late in the evening. But I always open the windows very wide the next morning, and keep them open at least a solid hour. "An electric iron on its back was only an expedient, of course. I hunted around the city until I found this darling little electric heater. That's thp only part of the 'plant,' girl3. You see this table here. Well, in a moment I can whip away the heater, hitch on an iron instead.?I keep one handy right in the table drawer? and there I am all ready to press out any little things that I feel I'd better not trust to Mary or Susie. I really do a lot of ironing up here, and it's a delight. "I had this music cabinet downstairs. I really didn't need it there. It comeB in ideally up here. I ve converted it into a sort of little china closet, you see, for my own private stock of tea things. Of course, I've gradually picked up these cups. The tea service itself's an heirloom. My grandmother used it. "You've already seen my tins of biscuits and sweet crackers in my cabinet, and I'll have you notice that these little tea packets contain nine different sorts of tea. Sometimes I like to drink one kind, sDmetimes another. I can make tea to suit everyone's mood and taste, including my own. I tell you, girls, I'm getting to be a great connoisseur in tea drinking. "As you see. I can make tea almost without getting up. It's the most 'comfy' way. I never have to bother I to call a. maid when I want a cup. Sometimes a cup is very delicious late at night. "There's sugar always ready here, in this quaint little Japanese covered bowl, and about the middle of each afternoon it is a part of Susie's regular work to bring up this tiny, tiny pitcher of milk and one lemon sliced, and put them away in my cabinet. Then I'm ready for any visitors; that is, any one of my very best friends like you. We can be 'chummy up here, as we couldn't possibly be downstairs. We can tell each other secrets that are real secrets. "No, I won't call it a boudoir. It's a girl's den. Hubby has his own just across the hall. He gives me presents for mine, and I give him presents for his."?Newark Call. I Variant Spellings. I Among variant spellings of names perhaps the most remarkable instance a rtoo/i nf vaar 157S. UWUUIO v? ?*vv- ^ ? relating to the property o:! the Raleigh family. It bears the signatures of Raleigh, senior, and his two sons, of whom one has special interest as being the earliest known signature of Sir Walter. By the father the name is written "Ralegh," by the elder son "Rawlegh" and by Sir Walter it is written "Rauleygh." By Queen Elizabeth it was written "Rawley," as then pronounced. It also appeared in his lifetime as "Rawlye." ? London Chronicle. ? ? : WHEN ADVERTISING 5 S BEGAN. : i ? ?? o ??? ???? M. T.?In these times when advertising one's business or wares has ; been reduced to a fine science, it would be interesting for one who is , engaged in it to know who was the first to introduce it to the world and when. I have several times sought information on the subject, but never with any degree of success. Can The Times enlighten me? Advertising in soma form or other is really as old as the institution of buying and selling. In the days of j ancient Rome and Athens merchants , were wont to employ "barkers," or criers, who went about the streets shouting.out the wares and alluring prices of their employers. They howled about "bargains" in those days and caused rushes of trade, we may suppose, just as the advertisements of to-day draw the throngs of shoppers. Presently came written notices that were displayed on blank walls for the edification of the purchasing public. In the early days of London the shopkeepers had clerks who were stationed in front of the stores ' to shout their wares much after the fashion that used to obtain in Baxter street, when the "barker" came into his own. These clerks were wont to preface their vocal advertisement of wares by shouting: "What do ye lack? What do ye lack?" The first genuine newspaper advertisement of which there appears to be any authentic record was printed in The Mercurius Politicus in London in January, 165Z. it was a puDiiener 8 anouncement and read thus: "Irenodia Gratulatoria, an Heroick Poem," being a congratulatory panegyrick for my Lord General's late return, summing up his successes in an exquisite manner. To be sold by John Holden, in the New Exchange, London. Printed by Tho. Newcourt, 1652. The new method of letting the public know where it could get what it wanted was quickly snapped up, but in its early stages it furnishes some most remarkeble examples of advertising. One of these quaint notices, appearing in a London publication soon after the introduction of newspaper advertising, reads thus: THE PUBLICK WILL PLEASE TAKE NOTICE.?There ran away from my place on Thursday of last week an apprentice boy, called Dick Noodler, with a smutty complexion, and black teeth, and he is as ugly as sin. Ten shillings deward will be paid to any person bringing him back to me. Soon afterward this remarkable notice appeared in a Dublin newspaper, supposedly one of the first newspaper advertisements in Ireland: RAN AWAY FROM PATRICK McDALLAGH.?Whereas my wife, Mrs. Bridget IJcDallagh, has gone away with herself and left me with her four small children and her poor blind mother, and nobody else to look after the home and house, and I hear j has taken up with Tim Gugan, the , lame fiddler, the same that was put in I the stocks last Easter for stealing ! Bardy Doody's gamecock, this Is to ! give notice that I will not pay for j bite or sup on her account to man J or mortal and that she had better 1 I never show the mark of her ten toes near my home again. PATRICK McDALLAGH. N. B.?Tim had better keep out of my sight. ?From the New York Times. An Early WaJ! Paper. On repapering a room in Brad; bourne Ha^l, Derbyshire, in 1882, I I found, partly covered by an old oak j ! cupboard, considerable remains of ' j quite early eighteenth century wall | paper, of pale green tint, with a flowi ing pattern in darker color on it. j This paper was made, in squares of i about twenty inches, and I was able to rescue two or more complete I ni/inntr T> ViaH hoon nHntfid fin rnthfif i WWW thick paper from wood cut blocks, and each square was nailed up with coarse iron tacks about one and a half inches apart, each tack being run through squares or washers of brown leather, so that both tack | heads and washers showed all around each square of paper. It is possible that this wall paper was of late seventeenth century date. Bradbourne Hall, in the lower Peak, is a pictureque house, almost ( unaltered, of the time of James I., | having been then fashioned from the I canonical house of the Augustins of j Dunstable. It was just the place? "far from the madding crowd"? ) i where curious details of domestic i j decorations would survive.?Notes j and Queries. Warned in Advance. When the pious looking lady entered the bird shop and stated her , need of a talking parrot the proprietor "reckoned 'e'd got the' werry thing the lady wanted." "Course, ma'am," he said, "you don't want a wulgar bird. This e're one, now was brought over by a missionary. Talks like a reg'lar 'ymn book, 'e does. I wouldn't let 'im go if I didn't think you'd give 'im a re- | spectable 'ome. Thirty-five shillings that bird, ma'am." "You'll soon know!" screeched Polly. "You'll soon know!" "Dear me. How quaint!" gushed the lady; and thirty-five shillings changed hands. "What does he mean i by 'you'll soon know,' I wonder." "It's 'is only blemish, ma'am," i smiled the blrdj-shop man. " 'E's got into 'is 'ead that everyone's wonderful anxious to find out wot a missionary sez when 'e 'its 'is thumb with a 'ammer."?Ideas. Everybody is Handicapped. Nearly everybody is handicapped in some way. So don't fancy you are unique in having things to put up with and fight against. We are here [ nnrl tn pnnniior I Japan's postal service is the cheapest in the world. Letters travel for two sen?about seven-tenths o? a ceuny. j S?^.?<^.?-<^,?-^?? ^?-^O-^yO^y? ?^.?-"^? ^?-^?-^?^flj^yeD Waterways and Good Roads. The custodians of the pork barrel in Congress, or, as they prefer to be known, framers of the annual rivers and harbors bill, have brought in a measure proposing to expend the coming fiscal year the sum of $52,000,000 upon waterways throughout the country. Senator Burton, chairman of the National Waterways Commission and an undisputed authority, is vigorously fighting tjie proposition. He ie against piecemeal work, in the first place, and, v t is of more importance, he is ei.i.rely opposed to many of these iridescent and impractical projects. No level-headed man objects, per se, to the symmetrical improvement of waterways in this country. Navigable rivers and harbors are indispensable factors in the equation of transportation. Wei must have them if the development of the nation is to proceed* unimpeded. But, legitimate waterways are one thing, and pork barrel projects another, and vastly different, thing. It is a safe bet that forty per cent, of this $52,000,000 is political pork, pure and simple, expressed in projects to widen impossible creeks or dredge hopeless harbors, neither of which ever can or ever will figure ifi either local or interstate commerce. If half of this year's proposed appropriation should be diverted from theoretic streams and hypothetical harbors and spent instead on national 1 J- 1 *tta fiVinulH avnar. gUUU I UclUS pi UJCUlO, rr c ouuutu oApv*ience a national impulse toward prosperity near incalculable. Even conceding for the sake of argument, that every penny of this fabulous $52,000,000?about the same amount, by the way, thrown away in obsolete warships now going to the scrap-heap?is founded on reason, it would still be incumbent on Congress to provide at least proportionately for good roads. In their most highly developed aspects, waterways can only benefit a fraction of America's population. De? cent highways throughout the nation benefit every class of population, stimulating rural and urban development, lessening the exorbitant cost of living, increasing the national wealth, so that in the near future the immeasurable drain ot such luxuries as battleships and academic waterways will bear les3 heavily. It is the people's money that Congress is frittering away to reinforce personal political reputations. Today the people are demanding that a portion of the sums taken from them in taxes be spent upon good roads?a project interesting every man, woman and child living and yet to be born in this country.?Editorial in the Atlanta Constitution. Good Roads-Vs. a Naval Scrap-Heap. Warships of Uncle Sam to the value of 150,735,789 are soon to go to the crap-heap, according to Leslie's Weekly, because in twenty years' time they have grown worthless and obsolete. Eleven protected cruisers, three unprotected cruisers, ten monitors and a group of smaller and cheaper vessels authorized since 1883, now go to the naval cemetery, which means that more than $50,000,000 is virtually interred. Styles and patterns in war vessels change perennially. Should these once sea terrors now go against an ordinary enemy, they would be knocked into mincemeat. Other and more expensive types must take their place. Suppose half of that $50,000,000 had been spent upon good road? throughout America! We should have had the foundation of a national auxiliary transportation system which would annually mean hundreds of millions of dollars to the farmers of this country, and to every class of population in this country. ti4no ornnrf rnnrta rln nnf UUUH.C na:ouipo, . ? deteriorate, at least not into worthle9eness. Men-of-war are built upon the basis of hypothetical usefulness. Good roads are built upon a reality. The Appian Way, centuries old, still stretches out from ancient Rome. The Simplon Pass is practically a? smooth and firm as the day it was laid. Men-of-war crumble', the stupendous fortune they represent vanishes, while the mythical foe delays his coming. Good roads appreciate in value with each month, pay their own up-keep and return dividends amenable only to the computation of the decades. The more than fifty millions spent upon these effete vessels is the premium the nation pays upon a peace policy. In moderation that is essential. But a tithe of that enormous premium spent upon a constructive policy of highway development would in its returns pay several times over the cost of these decaying vessels in add. -ti-1 ll. V. ing untold actual ana potential weaitu to the wealth to the nation.?Atlanta Constitution. The AnComobile Ward. F. H. Elliott; secretary of the American Automobile Association, was discussing at a dinner in New York the automobilist's well known enthusiasm. "A friend of mine," he said, "visited recently the automboile ward of a lunatic asylum. They have, you know, automobile wards now. "It was a large, airy room, and along the wall were ranged some two dozen cots; but; of th<? inmate? r.ot a trace was to be seen. " 'But where are the inmates?' my friend asked the physician. " " ? ' vauIV " ' 1 ne lllBJUiea; ncu> me ivpj. :'Oh, they're all here. They're under the beds tinkering with the springs.* " Washington Star. Stymied. 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