Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO, S. C., APRIL 30 1895. ESTABL1HED -rue restoraon or tne wnippmg posi in New York looks like a knout rage. The death of Worth, the man millinek will be a heavy blow to "us of the up Dah succles" here. . A Baltimore paper says that "th; mand for money is good." And it nih add that the supply Is otherwise. It Is well to remember just at thIL season of the year that winter flannels %re better for wear than a shroud. There seems to be no doubt whatso aver that William Kissam Vanderbilt has been overworking his middle name. Joseph Cook denounces the Sunda) newspaper because it is a "money-mak ing enterprise." Why does Joseph lec. ture? It is claimed that Russell sage gave I Bible to the Castellanes because it con tains the golden rule, for which Russel] has no further use. It Is said that J. V. L. Pruyn has be come Ward -McAllister's legitimate sue cessor. New York's highest society, w( 'inderstand, is full of Pruyns. Two hundred Chicago policemen hav4 been dismissed for ignorance. It wa4 generally supposed that Chicago hai t much larger police force than that. The tramp who slept in an Astor bet is to have a new trial. What's th matter? Hasn't he been advertise %ufficiently for dime museum purposes' The financial situation of this countr3 never can be considered hopeless s long as a dog show can rake togethei $417,000 worth of live stock on shorl 'lotice. We are pained to learn from thk Cleveland Plain Dealer that Princi Achille Murat "shot himself -in the Cau. casus9' It must have been a distrese 'ng affair. A Boston girl has launched upon th, literary market a volume of 630 page on the "Basis of Philosophic Doubt.' And yet it doesn't completely solve th4 hash problem. -. A news note says that Russia has a famous 6allad singer who, though ove 70 years old, is still in the height of hei success. Perhaps she is training to en. 'er the ballet by and by. The charming manner in which Judg Sarrett has kept all the nauseating de tails of the Vanderbilt scandal fron publicity ought to, assure for him al 'he divorce business of-the "400." There are New-Yorkers un-Wagnek Ian enough to insinuate that the pro ductions of "Die Goetterdaemmerung' In the oi-iginal German had something ':o do wIth the fall of two buildings. The St. Paul Globe says editorially "We ate $29,000 wvorth more eggs fron Canada in the last four months of 189 than we did in the corresponding timi in 1893." There's an editor with ai ibnormal appetite, that's alL. It is charge:l that the Standard 01 Company has spent a large sum o. money to get a new pIpe line bil through the Pennsylvania Legislature Here Is a case where the people by and by will have to pay the piper. The jury in the Hayward murder tia Ln Minneapolis after a few minutes' de liberation and on the first ballot foun( the defendant guilty of murder in the first degree, vhich in Minnesota carrie: with it the death penalty. The~murde) of Miss Ging was peculiarly atrociou! and the subsequent developments wert most sensational. The whole develop ment of the awful facts, the unfoldini of the fiendish plot and the testimion: of brother against brother have beei carefully watched by the reading pub lic throughout the country, and a pop ular verdict was rendered against th< prisoner long ago. Pubilic sentimen will not be satisfied until both Hay ward and his dupe Blit shall be drop ved through the same scaffold trap. Charles A. Dana, of the New Yorl Sun has been sued for libel by Fraul B. Noyes, one of the emiployes of th< Washington Star. Tihis matter growl out of somewhat strained relation between the Associated and thre Unites Press Associations. Editor Dana 1: one of the leading offcals of the Uni ter Press, while Mr. Noyes is connected is an official capacity with the rival as sociation. As is well known, a bitte1 antagonism exists between these tw< organizations. Mr. Noycs has seizer upon certain derogatory statement: which recently appeared in the Sui and has used them as a foundation up on vshich to base an action for libel Inut the whole matter is a tight betweet two great press associations rath~er tha a personal quarrel. Editor Dana is the recognized dean of Amertcan joulnual Ism. Hie always has demonstrate< ab!iity to fight his own battles success fully anid to :ake care of himself, an he may afe-ly be left to do so in' th< present instance. But one3 may be par doned a regret that a mere busines rivalry should have been permitted ti degenerate into peraionalities involvin, tihe foretmosat Journalist In America. eertaid a:noont of advertising can bi securedl by atwLing , lion, but it i quenst'ens!!e proceodift. THt: QUL' SCRAP 9300K When the days begin to darken, And the rolling stone has stopped, When an actor's travel's over, And from the list he's dropped, He seeks for consolation, And knows just where to look. For they treat him very kindly in The Old Scrap Book. What memories it awakens, As he turns its pages o'er He feels himself a boy again, As in the days of yore. It brings to mind companions, Firm friends both good and true; It speaks of him as handsome And he believes it, too. It brings him back to "Old Stock Days,I When acting was an art, When every man was tested Of his worth to play a part. It tells him of the "hit" he made, One time as "Richelieu," And how he set 'em crazy 1 One night in Kalamazoo. It speaks of him as "Romeo," And says he played the part As though each line to "Juliet" He meant with all his heart. No truer words were ever penned, The Old Scrap Book speaks true He loved her-loved his "Juliet" She loved him dearly, too. He married her, now settled down, In a cozy little home, 'Be's happy and contented, And no more he'll have to roam. They call him of the "Old School," But if you care to look You'll find that he has "won his spur' In The Old Scrap Book. -New York Clipper. ELISSA opened the old book one day, and this was the paragraph that met and held her eyes: "The beauty, the refinement, the truth and the poetry of life all spring from one source-simplicity." At first the passage was meaninglesi to her, but books came not often in th,. girl's way, so she read it over and over, until some of the words began to stand out with misty meaning. She knew in an unlearned way what beauty meant; of its deeper sense she had no concep tion; that a flower or a sunset was "purty" was enough for her. As for re finement, poetry, simplicity, their deeper truths were as dead letters, for poor Melissa, with her red hands and faded gown, had only a poor excuse for what we caU education. "Wish dad 'ud come!" she mused. thoughtfully. "Like's not he's found some 'un to talk 'ith!" As she gazed two figures separated themselves from the wooded field be yond and approached the clearing Iwhere the Hadden home stood. Melis Isa watched them attentively, wonder ing audibly "who did had in tow thie~ time." Even at this distance there came to. her a sudden sense of the contrast be tween old man Hadden, slouching along with the typical gait of the backwoods Iman, and the quick, firm tread of the stranger. "Hello, Meliss!" hailed Hadden, as they entered the rude gate. "Here's a -nan wants supper an' lodgin'' Melissa, with a little nod, entered thL. house, and they saw her no more until she placed the smoking meal on the ta- - ble and called them to it. There was neither napery nor silver there; indeed, cutlery of any kind was at a premium, but tesupper was palatable and very acceptable to the hungry and tiredtr. eler. Melissa sat, silent and shy, pouring out the black coffee, and furtively watching the stranger while he ate' his refined manner struck her with peculiar! force. Did he know about beauty, and refinement and simplicity? She rather opined that he did; once on looking up, she found him regarding her with 8 steady, curious gaze. Thorne Halloway arose the next morning as the first streaks of dawn were straining the east. It gave prom ise of being a perfect day, and he con gratulated himself on a long day's Bu fteartist was abroad early that fateful morning, some one was up: bewore him-some one in a faded print gown, poring over a battered book. Helingered at the doorstep a mo ment with a word about the day; the. Igirl attracted him by her innocent al though uncultivated nature, even while her rough speech jarred upon him. He watched her face as he talked, seeing the glint of the morning upon it, its uewly-risen brightness in her clear eye. Now, in that interval of ten little minutes an odd thing had happened; a slight thing it was, yet it changed the whole current of Melissa Hadden's life. When she dropped her book on the step, and hastened within to prepare the breakfast, the volume had fallen face Iupward and open to the place where she had been reading. Half quizzically Halloway picked it up and glanced at the paragraph. marked, I must confess, by the con stant frIction of Melissa's fingers. He read it over slowly: "The bea.uty, the refinement, the truth and the poetry of life all spring from lone source-simplicity."* A slow, curious smile crept around Ltips as be nurriedly poenflcd a word teroSs the paragra ph, and laid the book lown again. Thorne Halloway had found nany a weet fower growing amid a mass or igly weeds, and they appealed to him a behalf of all that was modest and >eautiful. Here was a soul-flower ,roping among the weeds of Ignorance Lnd vulgarity; he saw it in her face; he essed it by the light in her eyes; did he darkness of that soul appeal to the Ight in his own? Melissa Hadden was like hundreds if other girls who have had no educa ;!nal advantages neither better nor Fxorse; simply an ordinary girl with a Iatural craving for better things. WVhen she took up her book again, with t grim determination worthy of her :ause, lo! one word written here by an [nVisible hand had solved the problem that one word, so full of meaning even to Melissa, was "knowledge." A few weeks later a generous pack tge of journals and magazines found their way to the Hadden home, an' meir contents were literally devo by Melissa. "That artist feller's bound ter pay .is way in some fashun," commented the old man. What that miscellaneous bundle o: Journals did for Melissa it would be haid for the cultured reader to under stand. They found her, as Thorne Hal loway had, an ignorant girl; they left ier with the seeds of a new understand Ing implanted in her nature. She read of what women in the worl ire doing, what girls no older than her gelf had done for their own advance ment, and she longed to do likewise onged so intensely, that one day she uddenly said to old man Hadden "Dad, I'm goin' ter school!" "&Wh-a-t?" "School"-laconically. "Wall," he said, medltazely,"wher'b ,'ou get the money?" Melissa made a rapid calculation. "It's just four months till Septembei\ ('our months means about sixteen weeks; there's Mrs. Telney down to the rillage'l give me six shillingg a-week to mind the children afternoons and evenin's; that's nearly five pounds; then I can do up my work here of morn in's, and pick strawberries for Mr. !dorrow, who ships 'em to the city, that'll be one pound; and I've about two pounds in my box. Dad, you'll) have to make up the rest." "I'll do It, Meliss. By Jove! yer grit :lean through! Git ready, an' I'll see :iat yer don't stick!" And so when B- Seminary, a real ly refined school for young women, re apened that golden September, Melissa, lothed in a neat, new dress, a modest lat-a gift from the wealthy Mrs. Tel ley, who admired her "grit"-and much pertubation of soul, embarked upor the sea of its life. Let us skip over the months that fol towed and touch her once again at the and of the term. The exercises were over, and tht oung ladies were receiving their riends when a strange occrrence hap ened to Melissa Hadden. As she hanced to look across the hall, she en ,ountered the gaze of a pair of steady, amiliar eyes. "Mr. Hlalloway!" cried a dozen girls ~ach desirous of obtaining attention ~rom the rising young artist But Halloway, with a courteous smik ere or a jest there, was making his way slowly but unmistakably to the spot where Melissa, clad in a straight white dress, with a bunch of violets it ier belt, stood. "It is Meliss-Miss Hadden, is It not?'' ie said, hesitatingly. And Melissa, with a little flush creep. ng up to the waves of her dark hair, ield out her hand with unconsciour rra'ce. "I am Melissa," she said quietly. "I have been out your way again, ;ketching. I saw. your father, and he alked of you." Melissa grew a little confused undet is persistent laze. "Are you studying me for a sub et?" she said, with a sudden gay augh. "Because,.if you are, I warn iou-well, I owe you too much to--" "What?" he said, eagerly. But with a saucy smile and nod shi was gone, swallowed up in the crush. Somewhat disconcerted, Halloway gazed after her. Melissa had grown graceful and cui mred since he saw her last, and many Choughts tangled themselves up in his ran. Was this the thing that had beer. :thering him since that early mornina n spring, when he caught the light ft omn ipair of flashing gray eyes, andI wh~ ;olvinlg had drawn him back to the Eadden clearing to "sketch?" A flush crept over his face at a sud len thought, and he turned on his heel tnd walked away. A year later. It was the day of Me issa Hadden's graduation,.and all na ure had put on royal robes apparently : do her honor. A superb bouquet of flowers had beer. 3-ought to her early in the day. Ir, :heir midst nestled a card, with a few~ written lines upon them. A portion of hese flowers she carried when she re ~eved her honors. As her eyes wandered over the sea o1 riendly faces they encounter-ed a~rnin. is once before, the face of Thorne Hal. oway. For a fleeting moment the brown anc he gray orbs met, and in that instain he truth stood confessed. Halloway inew that he loved the girl. Melissa, who had worn a faded prinm ress, and said "mornin' " to him once yn'a time, but whose serious eyes met as own so sweetly and steadily to-day; for on her brow was written thbe light :f knowledge, and the grace of simplic ty and the beauty of truth. These hings had crowned her with theirj PRODUCTION OF WHEAT. :omparative Cost of Its Cultivation in Different Countrie. Our Consul General at Paris has late y transmitted to the State Department some French agricultural statistics, which include a statement of the cost Af producing whedt. It ought to have accurred to a gentleman from Indiana, who has resided in Missouri and Ii1. nois, that if wheat raising in France :ost nearly $2) an acre the American farmer ought to be able to pay tho French duty on wheat and then recoup himself at a price that would simply drive the French.peasants out of the business. The fact is, says the New York Journal of Commerce, that the Consul General multiplied the cost per hectare instead of dividing It by the number of acres In one hectare. There are 2,471 acres in a hectane, so that the Cost per acre Is nearly 40 per cent of the cost per hectare. The- cost of wheat raising is given as from 34 to 40 francs >er hectare, Including protisional stack Ing. This makes the costper acre from $2.62 to $3.08. It is unnecessary to say that this is very low, but. that obvious fact is emphasized by the statistics that show an average yield of over ighteen bushels per acre. As this statement of cost Is not item [zed, it Is impossible to analyze It or to use It for purposes of comparison. It Is probably worth not much more than the estimates of cost made here, though, to do justice to the French, they are much more painstaking ;n their computations than Americans are. The trouble with estimates of cost of agricultural productions. here and abroad Is that most of the.expenditures are not expenditures of money, and can be expressed in money only by guess ng the value of the material and exer tion used. The man who really pays good money for every bit of material and every stroke of work-done on his farm Is the "gentleman farmer," who has always carried on farming at a less. By his side a working farmer cultivates a piece of land, buying -the balance sheet of the "gentleman 'srmer," he does, in fact, support hImself and his 1 considerable family, and perhaps save up money enough to buy vau adjoining 'rty acres. Last .year the Department of Agri aulture published tabular statements f cost of producing wheat and corn compiled from the estimates of 30,000 farmers. Thirty thousand observations would certainly justify any deduction drawn from them; but these are not really observations; they are estimates, all subject to an Identical cause of variation. When the statistician found that his tables indicated a cost per acre of $11.69 and $11.71, respectively, for wheat and corn, while the valne of the crops was only $6.16 and $8.21, respec tively, he found that the farm er was losing money at an ap palling rate, and he suggested that the straw and stalks, worth in some parts of the country $5 an acre for fodder, should be taken into ac count, and that in addition to this the above crop values were based on un precedentedly low prices. The first Item In the case of wheat Is $2.81 for rent This Is 6 per cent on $37, a very high valuation for the wheat land of the country east and west If it be a fact that in Connecticut wheat land rent may be fairly estimated at $6.31 an acre, then It is very certain that wheat raising cannot pay nearly so well as the making of wood nutmegs. Six per cent., too, Is a high rate of inter est to charge on the value of land culti vated by the owner. But in the last analysis rent is not an element in the cost of production. The rental value of land is based upon the profits that can be made from It; the more valuable the land, therefore, the less reason is there for the farmer to complain of his small profits; It is his profit that makes the rental value. Manure is set de-w~n at $2.16, although most of the fers.lising material Is barn-yard waste, which could not be sold if it were scattered over the soil. The cost of cultivating and harvesting Is $6.06, and most of his labor is performed by the farmer and his boy, and the pecuniary value of their labor Is estimated. Seventy-six cents is charged to marketing; this Is not explained; it may mean hauling to market; it does not appear In most of he estimates. Senator Peffer, who should know a rood deal about the cost of agriculture, has given 35 cents a bushel in the Northwest and 22 cents a bushel on the Pacific coast as the cost of raising wheat This cannot include fertilizing or marketing. Beerbohm's list pub lished last year a letter from a laud owner In South Dakota, saying that what could be raised at a profit for :33 cents a bushel at sixteen bushels to the acre, and for 40 cerits for twelve to rourteen bushels to'the acre. Prof. Ingersoll, of the Nebraska ex perment station, has investigated the cost of wheat raising in his State and reported it to be $3.55 for planting and $2.04) for harvesting, or $6.43 for, say, sixteen bushels. For corresponding Items this is In pretty close accord with the figures of the National Department ,f Agriculture, which are $5.42 per acre, including marketing but not including rent or manure. Of course it is essen tial, If comparisons are to be made, to zcnow ~precisely what Items are included in the statements compared. Our Minister In that canntry reportr hat the Argentine wheat producers ave been getting about 37 cents gold per bushel, but the small profits are leading some of the farmers to look to other crops. The German land-owners are protesting that the admission of Russian wheat at a 19w rate of duty is ruining them, while ovr Qonsul Gen~eral at St. Petersburg reports that n9,w that railroad communication has been opened Siberia can supply wheat at prices that will sharply push the farm ers of European Russia. In spite of the .m., lw cot of nroduction reported yy Consul General Morss, France mai. ains a protective tariff on wheat that reeps prices In Paris at from 88 cents to ;.46 per 220 pounds above the prices a Belgium, Holland and the United Eingdom, into which countries wheat nters free of duty. The contest is a harp one between the bread-eaters md the wheat-raisers, with the bread aters everywhere in advance. It would be more accurate to say that the ontest of the bread-eaters was with he owners of land on which wheat Is alsed and from which they can get ittle or no revenue at the present prices )f the grain. The Cincinnati Price Current a fe% veeks since quoted from a daily news )aper of that city a statement made by L business man who is interested in arming operations in Pawnee County, [ansas, and whose conclusions as to :he cost of producing wheat were quite it variance with prevailing opinion. Phe Price Current then said: "The itatement mentioned recognized $3.08 is the cost per acre for raising wheat, >r trutioeallv less than 16 cents Des )ushel on a yield of twenty bushels per Lere. Two of our readers, extensive 'armers in Kansas and Nebraska, have riticised the statement referred to rom the standpoint of conditions ex )erienced by themselves, and have giv m facts which will be found Interest ng and instructive. It Is manifest that hese correspondents are prompted only >y a desire to present facts and to cor ect erroneous and necessarily mislead. ng information. Our Kansas corre pondent, who devotes 200 acres to wheat culture, figures out the average -esult of his four crops of wheat at ifteen bushels per acre, costing him 5.54 per agre, or 37 cents per bushel. Mhis Includes the living expense ac ount of himself and family. The Ne. raska correspondent is much more ex :ensively engaged in farming opera Ions, his interest covering 4,000 acres n the southeastern section of the State. [t might be noted that he is:-feeding wheat largely, expecting to thus dis. pose of 30,000 bushels this season-the product of about 2,000 acres. He esti nates the cost of wheat production at 6.25 per acre, and recognizes the aver ge yield for the eastern half of KIanlsa md Nebraska for ten years as some. hing less than sixteen bushels per acre, naking the cost approximately 40 cents per bushel." GRATITUDE OF A SQUAW. uiety While Dying of an Indlax Woman to Fulfill Her Promise. A woman on the West Side whost early predilections created a prejudic tgainst Indiman Is now a friend of the ecaying race. It came about in a pretty way and the incident has alsd t solrrowful tinge. A Sioux Indian and ils squaw, whom the woman's husband ad known out West, were returning !rom Europe, where they had been as ttaches of Buffalo Bill's Wild West. When they came to Chicago they itopped over a day and hunted up the pale-face whom. they had known out West. He hired a carriage and took them out to his home, which surprised ais wife not a little, and there they vere entertained at dinner. The squaw spoke no language but her own. Hor man knew enough English to make ilmself understood. Both were in their risiting colors. Thuey didn't lhie the blue points and oysters, but when the roast beef (wo-haW) was brought oni he eyes of the squaw bulged out anid he clapped her hands. She devoured t slice by slice and in a manner calcu ated to shock the wife of the pale. lace. After dinner the squaw sang for tlii paleace worlian and her papoooses to ihow her gratitude. Then, through her man, she had the ileface woman take >ff her shoes and stand en a sheet of paper. The squaw took a bit of pencil and drew the shape of the feet The iquaw's man Informied the paleface woman that she ~ould -make and seng] ter a pair of split bead moccasins'Trom he tepee as-soon as they could be made. The Indians went sway that night, westward bound, and months passed by. The West Side wife playfully :hided her husband about his lavish entertainment of the reds and their mock gratitude. He said: "Wait!" In i year from the time of the visit a pack. ge was delivered to the house. It was 3pened and there were the split bend rioccasins made by the squaw. There lso was the information that she had led about th-e time the moccasins wery ompleted. In a crude sort of way, but all thw nore tender on account of its simplici. ty, the Indian explained that his squaw~ would have sent the moccasins sooner, but she had been sick and her worls ad been delayed, and that she was afraid she would not live to keep hei word to the paleface woman who had mtertained her with such good wo-haw. There were some tender words spokeni n the home of the West Side paleface that night, and even now, when the wife of the paleface tells the incident, there is a slight tremzulation in the lips nd a moisture about the eyes.-Chica to Times, ironse Smoothing irons were first used in Frace, and are suposed to have been a French invention, being introduced in the sixteenth centtry, After the In. troduction~ of starch, linens wvere first madesmooth by pressure, being starch ed and placed between tw, boarda his being found niot to giv'e the l.est results, resort was next a to pres. sure witti a cold fiat-iron, and ,inally the iron was heated to impart the pol. Ish now considered indispensable It is hard to conymnce a man wbc will steal chickens that there is an3 iensa in theology. 34 Well, yes, I ca'culate it Is a flittle Qul* here rer one who's been about the world as traveled fer an' near; 'But, mobbe 'cause I never been no othei place, to me L'he town seems 'bout as lively as a goo town orter be. We go about our bizness in a easy sort E way, W4er thikn' o' the outside world, except in' once a day We gether at the depot, where we laugl an' talk an' spin Our yarns an' watch the people when th train comes in. I1 Jenkins-he's the.Jestice o' the Peace. he allers spends Eis money fer a paper, which he glancei through an' lends Co some o' the other fellers an' we all tako turns an' chat, n' each one tell what he'd do if he wai this er that. a' in a quiet sort o' way, afore an hour' gone, We git a purty good idee o' what's a-go in' on. In' gives us lots to think about until w4 meet agin Che follerin' to-morrer when the traih comes in. When I git lonesome-like I set arounc the barber shop Er corner grocery, where I talk about tho growin' crop . [th fellers from the country; an'If th4 sun ain't out too hot We go to pitchin' horsehoes in Jed Thomp son's vacant lot Behind the livery stable, an' afore the game is done Es like ez not some feller'll say his nal kin clean outrun he other feiler's, an' we take 'em ou an' have a spin, But we all git back in town afore the trat comes in. . (see it In the papers 'at some folks whei summer's here eack up their trunks an' journey to th seashore every year . ro keep from gettin' sunstruck; rve better way 'an that, i'er when It's hot I put a cabbage leaf in side my hat IaL' go about my bizness jest ez thougl it wasn't warm, Fact is I ain't a doin' much since I moved off the farm; But thee es likes the outside world e they're a mind to kin lee all they orter oi it when the trab comes in. An' yit I like excitement an' they's noth in' suits me more N to get three other fellers so's to mak4 - a even four 'At knows the game jist to a "T" an - spends a half a day In some good place a fightin' out a battle at croquet. there's Tubbs, he's our postmaster, and they's old Doc Smith an' me, n Uncle Perry Louder; it'd do you good to see Us fellers maul them balls around, w meet time an' agin An' play an' play an' play until the trabl - comes in. u'take it all in all I bet you'd~lave t< look aroun' & good long while afore you'd find a nice3 little town in this'fl is. The people live a quiet sor o' life, Re'r thinkin' o' the great big world 'iti all its woe and strife. i~n' here I mean to spend my days, as when I reach the end ('Il say "God bless you!" an' "Good-by! tb every faithful friend, An' when they foller me to where the: Sain't- no care ner sin CUl meet 'em at the depot when the trail -acomes in. --Nlxon Waterman. - CDelicious Corn Pone. The ingredients are two coffee-cupi eggs, one tablespoonful of drawn but ter, one teaspoonful of salt and one teaspoonful of sugar, writes Mary Sal ford in Ladies' Home Journal. Bea the eggs thoroughly; add the meal butter, sugar and salt, and scald th whole with the milk, which has beer previously set on to boll. Have-read: a buttered "turk's head," or,. failin that, rather deep pans; pour In a once and hurry into the oven. Do no let the thin appearance of the batte: tempt you to add more meal-as hai happened more than once when thii receipt was being tried, to the serioul injury of the pone. The four eggs wil stiffen it sufficiently, and the richnesi and delicacy of the cake are largel; due to the small proportion of mueal The "turk's head" Is preferable to the ordinary pan because the hole In the centar, which permits the hot air t< rise, diffuses the heat more equal]; through the mixture. Bake In a quicd oven. "Whaa's Bill?"7 "Huntin' rabbits." "An' Dick?" "Haulin' firewood to cook 'em." "An' the old man?" "Tradin' a bale o' cotton fer a bex ( ahes!"-Exchangm SUPFUSE WE bNJLIiL HUMOROUS PARAGRAPHS FROM THE COMIC PAPER& ...anl Ineidents occurriing meWeue 'ver-Sayings That Are Cheelfg Se me Old or Young-Funny SedkM fth Everybody Wil Enjoy 2Edi~g. Narrow Escape. Toots-What made that man snak out so quickly? Dentist-We had a row the other day, but he didn't know I was a dentist um til just now.-New Yoft World. "Rolling In Wealth." In the Clothing District. South Streeter-Jakey,howyoU speUs Me? Jakey-Vot you dinkin' of, dot leedle flute or de mark on dem$3 pantsa7!rr Philadelphia Record. To Utilize an Odor. London is now trying an apparatua which, It is claimed, will abate the sewer-gas nuisance by utilizing thegas -Boston Courant Ready for Anything. Fair Patient-Is there no way of tell Ing exactly what Is the matter with me, Doctor? Dr. Emdee-Only a postmortem em %mination would reveal that Fair 'Patient-Then, for heaven's sake, make one. I don't see why I should be squeamish at such a time as thfs.-New York World. A Worthy Precedent. Reformer-But don't you think thaf compulsory education Is against the laws of nature? - Commissioner-Not at all. Even the fishes of the sea are always In school vou know.-Now York World. Satiety. Mr. Wearle-Have you any maga tines published in Kamchatka or thc South Sea Islands? Newsman-No-o. Won't you have one - of the American or European maga, Vlnes? - Mr. Wearie-Thanks, no. I am get ting a little tired of Napoleon Bona. narte.-New York Weekly. :Beerered. She (significantly)-Why don't you gS out and see a man? He-Thanks. Thiere's a man om~ there waiting to see me. I. him P. >Detroit Free Press. The Widow's Anai.w' "I propose," began the deliate ota lawyer who called around to see a Iyoung widow on business, when hil vi vacious client exclaimed, "I aecept." - They are now partners.-Dallas News Extreme Urgency. Reggy Westend-What's thM whits running through the hail fort Is the club on fire? Tom DeWitt--No. CoL. Carter jus went Into the smoking-room dhE I guess he wants a drink.-Exchae. An Interview. "What did Senator Sorghum an when you asked him for an interview? tsked the managing editor. "Nothing," replied the reporter. "Well, make a coluran of It. It's 3as about what the public expects fromn him."-Washington Star. Emotional. "Jabworth Is most ridibulously usnt mental. 'When that fellow at the mina strels sung 'My Sweetheart of Long Ago' the other night Jabworth actually shed tears." "Yes. His breach-of-promise suis comes to trial next week."-Indianap. - ols Journal. Planning Her Campaign. IJeanette-MAh are you going to give me another piece of pie? other-What do you want to knou, Jeanette-Because, If not, I want to eat this piece slowly.-Pearson's Week, An Alternative. "Do you think a girl ought to learn to cook bedore she gets married?" said the practical man. "Yes," replied his dyspeptic friend "Either that or- else she ought to be willing not to try'."-Wasing4ton Star ~ I Some Mien. "Some men," said Unnie Eben, "am des like dat yallar dawgiob -mili'. he kain't git noticed no -uddpr' way he's puflckly willin-' ter .takes a heatin',"a Washington Star. The One T'hing NeeduL He-The great trouble Is tligtV the women have suffrage they cantbe id eluced to go and vote. She-Oh, yes, they can. All that le necessary is to have a bargain-coutes athe nn11s.-Tndeg