Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, September 14, 1908, Page 6

i lection I come . { le as one who — derstands the work of this im- | A. B. HAZEN Candidate for the Republican Nomination for Sheriff. A. B. Hazen of this city has filed for republican nomination for sheriff of Beltrami county at the primaries to be held September 15. ; There is probably no man in Beltrami county who is better known or who has a larger acquaintance than A. B. Hazen. pioneer residents of Bemidji, and has He is one of the always been prominent in every move calculated to advance the best interests of this city and Beltrami county. { " In Forbidden Places. ‘A very large mastiff at one end of a leash and a very small girl at the other end formed a combination which at- tracted the attention of a casual pedes- trian In a quiet side street. The little girl doubtless thought that she was taking the dog out for an air- ing, but the big animal himself appear- ed to have the impression that he was the leader of the expedition, and, be- yond question, the balance of power | ‘was entirely on his side. He draggpd the girl along despite her scolding ahd expostulations at a pace which kept her breathless. Buddenly, either from a whim of his own or because somebody had been in the habit of taking him there, he dart- ed through the swinging doors of a corner saloon. The girl looked horri- fled; but, clinging determinedly to her end of the leash, she followed her ! charge, and as the doors swung shut behind her the casual pedestrian heard this exasperated remonstrance: “Oh, darnfound it! Don't you know ladles don’t go there? It’s only a place for men!”—Philadelphia Ledger. Queer Feeding. ome and watch me feed my star- The curator of the aquarium led the reporter to a tauk where a half dozen starfish tripped over the sandy bottom on slim brown fingers, “Grub time, boys,” he said, and he dropped into the tank six mussels. The fish ran to the mussels. Each ap- plied his stomach to the hinge at the back of the shell. Silence and immo- bility ensued. “The gastric juice of the starfish,”” sald the curator, “is now melting the hinges of flesh that hold the mussel shells together. Ah, look, there’s one melted now. There’s another. It's the most powerful gastric juice in the world.” One by one, their hinges destroyed, the mussel shells opened, and into the openings the starfish thrust their stom- achs. More silence, more immobility. Then, a little plumper at the heart, the starfish went tripping daintily off, but the mussel shells lay open and empty on the sand.—Cincinnati En- quirer. A Ducal Estate. The park In which Chatsworth stands is » dozen miles in circumfer- ence. The facade of the house is a length of 1,500 feet—Pall Mall Ga- zette. JOHN WILMANN, Candidate for County Auditor. - I hereby announce to the public my candidacy for the Reputlican re-nomination for county auditor to be voted upon at the primary election, Sept, 15. I have held the office of county auditor for the past four years and | jr\ asking for re-nomination and before the thoroughly gtant office, I believe in an economical ad- nistration of the affairs of the Luunty, ajust and equitable assess- ment of real and personal property, During my term of office it has been my aim to familiarize myself with the different sections of the N Dy (o county and their needs, and in so doing have conducted the office for the whole county and not tor any particular section. If nominated and elected I will give the duties of the office my closest personal attention, and conduct the affairs of the office in an intelligent manner. At this time I wish to thank all who have stood by me so faithfully and loyally in the past and hope I merit their continued Ssupport. To those whom I am not acquainted with I hope to meet you some day, I will appreciate work done for me by all who will kindly: give me their support. Yours Truly, John Wilmann. thplement to THE BEMIDJI DAILY PIONEER Monday Evening, September 14, 1908 Magic and Poison Rings. The ring began when man thrust his finger through a hole in a pretty shell and later learned to make rings of jet. The ring is very magical. Lord Ruthven; who helped to kill Riccio, gave Queen Mary a ring which was sovran against poison, and she gener- ously replied with the present of her father’s wonderful jeweled dagger, of French work, no longer in existence. ‘Whether Ruthven tooled with this magnificent weapon in the affair of Riccio or used a cheaper article is un- certain. At all events, Mary based on the ring that was an antidote to poi- son a charge of sorcery against Ruth- ven. The judges of Jeanne d’Arc re- garded with much suspicion her little ring of base metal, a gift from her parents, inscribed with. the sacred names Jesus Marfe. It was usual to touch the relics of saints with rings. Jeanne d’Arc said that her ring had touched the body of St. Catherine, whether she meant of the actual saint or a relic of the saint, brought from Sinia to Flerbois. The ring might contain a relle or later a miniature. I fear that I do mnot be- Heve in the virtues or vices of poison rings. Our ancestors practically knew no poison but arsenic, and Carthagin- ian science can scarcely have enabled Hannibal to poison himself with a drug contained under the stone of a ring.—Andrew Lang. Our Debt to Champlain. We of the eastern United States, and, above all, the dwellers in New Eng- land, owe to Champlain more than most of us imagine. Northern New York and New England were fields of his exploration, and it was he who charted the coasts of the north Atlan- tic nearly to Connecticut, making sur- veys that have not been greatly alter- ed to this day. Three hundred years ago, at the point of Quebec, then cov- ered with nut trees, Samuel de Cham- plain set his men to work to cut down these trees, saw boards, dig cellars and make ditches to construct a hab- itation. Before the coming of Cham- plain Canada had yielded to the French vast quantities of furs and skins and had enriched many a trader, but it re- mained for this great explorer to see in Canada something more than a mere ground for the trapper’ and trader—a home for people, a veritable new France. In the accounts of his voyages he described with enthusiasm the land, its people, its animals, its timber, its plants and its minerals, and on these products he based prophecies of a great future for this land.—Forest and Stream. Imagination. “Just slap down a sketch of a drunk- en husband sitting in a wretched hove! of a home,” requested the newspaper editor, hurrying into the apartment of the lazy staff cartoonist. The artist carelessly complied and sprawled back in hig chair. “Don’t you think it would fill out better if you were to sketch in a ta- ble and an empty whisky bottle?’ in- quired the editor, gazing at the bare figure. “Oh, the readers will imagine the booze part of it, all right!” “Well, how about adding a broken hearted wife and a couple of ragged children?” “Unnecessary. The readers will readily imaginejll that as part and parcel of such a scene.” “Then,” ejaculated the editor, tear- ing the sketch to bits, “then the read- ers can imagine the drunken man.”— "Washington Post. A e Dodger. Carol's grandfather had served in the war, and Carol liked to hear of the many battles in which he had fought. One day after listening to the vivid re- cital of many heroic deeds Carol said: “Grandfather, you went through all those battles?” “Yes.” “And the shot and shell fell all around you?" “Yes.” “And soldiers were tall‘m and dying everywhere?” “Yes.” “Well, grandfather, what a fine dodger you must have been!”—Delinea- tor. Sharpening a Pocketknife. Cutlers have certain rules for sharp- ening razors, pocketknives, ete. “A razor,” said one of the craft, “must be laid flat on the hone, because it is hollow ground and requires a fine edge. But a pocketknife requires a stiff edge, and the moment you fay it flat on a stone, so as to touch the pol- ished side, you injure the edge. It must be held at an angle of twenty to twenty-five degrees and have an edge similar to a chisel.” Q Likely. “I didn’t see you at our euchre the other night,” said the bachelor. “No,” replied the young Benedict, “as - far as euchre goes with me now, I con- sider ‘home’ the right bower.” “That’s all_right while hearts are trump, but I suppose if clubs should turn up it would be the left bower.”— Philadelphia Press. Dangerous. * First Actor—I thought your next tour was to have been through South Af- rica. Second Actor—It was, but the company struck. One of them had read that an ostrich egg often weighs two or three pounds. Corrected. “I wish I had never learned to play cards,” exclaimed a man who had been unfortunate at the game. “You mean you wish you had learned, don’t you?” was his wife’s rejoinder. Hatred is like fire. It makes even 1 light rubbish deadly.—George Hiiot. Beau Nash as a Gambler. When the late Earl of T. was a youth he was passionately fond of play and never better pleased than with having Mr. Nash for his antago- nist. Nash saw with concern his lord- ship’s foible and undertook to cure him, though by a very disagreeable remedy. Conscious of his own supe- rior skill, he determined to engage him in single play for a very consider- able sum. His lordship in proportion as he lost his game lost his temper, too, and as he approached the gulf seemed still more eager for ruin. He lost his estate. Some writings were put into the winner’s possession. His very equipage was offered as a last stake, and he lost that also, but when our genesous gamester had found his lordship sufficiently punished for his temerity he returned all, only stipulat- ing that he should be paid £5,000 whenever he should think proper to make the demand. However, he never made any such demand during his lordship’s lifetime, but some time aft- er his decease, Mr. Nash’s affairs being in (sic) the wane, he demanded the money of his lordship’s heirs, who honorably paid it without any hesita- tion.—“History of Gambling In Eng- land.” The Margin of Profit. “There was a general storekeeper,” said a financier, “who was forced to the wall by hard times and resolved to make an assignment. He figured out that he would be able to pay 40 cents on the dollar. Well, a certain whole- saler that he had dealt pretty heavily with heard of his plight and came post- haste to see him. “‘What!” the wholesaler shouted. ‘Going to make an assignment! Pay only 40 cents on the dollar! A pretty state of things this is!” “‘Calm yourself, Mr. Wholesaler, sald the general storekeeper. ‘It is true I am going to assign. These hard times have played the very deuce with me. And it's true I'm going to pay only 40 cents on the dollar. But all your goods, it happens, are intact. Not a case has been opened, and they shall be returned to you at once.’ “ ‘“What! shouted the wholesaler, an- grier than ever. ‘Return my goods! Not on your life! I insist on my law- ful 40 per cent, the same as the other creditors.’ ”—Washington Star, Names of Flowers. It is interesting to know how cer- tain flowers get their names. Many were named after individuals, For instance, fuchsias were so called be- cause they were discovered by Leo- nard Fuchs. Dahlias were named for Andre Dahl, who brought them from Peru. The camellia was so called for a missionary named Kamel, who brought some magnificent specimens of 'the flower to France from Japan. He called it the rose of Japan, but his friends changed it to camellia. Mag- nolias were named in honor of Pro- fessor Magnol de Montpellier, who first brought the beautiful tree to France from America and Asia. Be- cause it trembled with the wind is the meaning of anemone. The Latin word .to wash is lavare, and lavender received its name because the Romans put the flowers into water when they washed to perfume their hands.—New Orleans Times-Democrat. The Roman Father, A distinguished scholar was the guest of one of the high schools of Buffalo and was greatly amused, ac- cording to a writer in the Commercial of that city, by the answer given by one of the pupils in the class in Roman history to a somewhat exacting ques- tion put by the teacher. A lad was asked to state concisely in one sentence the distinctive difference between the society of ancient Rome and that of the present day in Amer- fea. After a moment's reflection the young fellow replied: “The distinctive difference between the society of ancient Rome and that of our day is that the father was the head of the Roman family: The whole class shared the visitor’s enjoyment of the palpable although probably unconscious hit. Bath Not Popular In Spain. In the quaint Spanish city of Tole- do the traveler is shown upon the banks of the Tagus below Wamba’s palace the alcove in which La Cava was wont to bathe until seen by Rod- erick, and her fate was none the hap- piest at the hands of the last of the Goths. To this day she is referred to as an awful example of the fate that awaits those who dare to bathe in water too often. The Spanish woman is none too liberal in her use of water for personal cleanliness, preferring oil or some other medium. Not Good at Riddles. A lawyer was questioning a mnew client, a widow, the other day, about her history. “My history,” she replied, “Is simplicity itself. My first was the happiness of my life, my second was goodness itself, my .third"— , “Excuse me, madam,” interrupted the attorney, “but really we aren’t here to guess charades.” Sagacity Recognized. “Our forefathers who framed the constitution were men of mighty in- telligence,” “Yes,” answered Senator Sorghum. “I am sometimés tempted to belleve that they knew as much about the con- stitution as some of the lawyers who bave since interpreted it.”"—Washing- ton Star. Art Improvement. Mrs. De Riche (showing her home to Mrs. Windfall)~What do you think of my Venus de Milo? Mrs. Windfall— Aln’t it a shame how careless servants are! But conldn’t you glue the arms on ! again?_Puck. Reade’s Dramatic Failures. It was not until 1856, when Charles Reade was forty-two, that he obtained reputation as a novelist, a reputation to which he did not aspire, for it was his ambition to be a dramatist. From the beginning of his career until the last year of his life he wrote play aft- er play, every one of them a failure and he alone refusing to believe it. He attributed their want of success to ev- ery cause but the right one, and he ‘went on squandering the money gained from his more successful novels on the production of bad plays.”.*The ac- tors are duffers, sir,” he would say. “who have defiled my composition, mixed ditch water with my cham- pagne, murdered my work,” and he would pour out maledictions on the heads of all who had anything to do with the unfortunate piece, from scen- ic artist to super, never conceiving that he himself was the sole culprit. And yet, as his novels show, he had dramatic ability of a’ high, order and could produce the most thrilling ef- fects and situations. He wrote two or three dramas in collaboration with Tom Taylor and Dion Boucicault that had a brief success, but apart from these he never wrote a play that met with the slightest degree of popular favor. Poultry Fakes. “Oh, yes,” said the poultry farmer, “there are tricks in every trade! Take, for instance, this old rooster here.” The rooster was old. There was no denying it. He was as tough an old rooster as ever graced the summer boarders’ table of a New England farm. “Take this old rooster,” said the farmer, seizing a paint brush. “Black up his feet. Then break his breast- bone, so, with a long pair of scissors. Then push the breast up high, What’s the result? A fine young turkey’s the result, and knowing housewlves will scramble over one another to buy him.” ‘With a harsh laugh the farmer turn- ed to a skeleton chicken. “This bird is a regular skeleton, isn’t she?’ he sald. “Now watch me. See, I lay her on her back. Then I place this heavy board on her breast. Then to- morrow when I come to take her to market the board will have made her scraggy breastbone almost invisible, and it will have given her very full, plump sides—no breastbone, fat sides —the sure signs of a fat and tender young chicken.” An Unobserving Thief. Yosouf owned a heautiful horse which was very valuable. While Yo- souf was transacting business a thief stole the horse. The owner shortly afterward saw the thief leading his horse and took him before the kaid, or Judge. “The horse is mine” sturdily insist- ed the thief. In vain the other argued, and the kaid was about to give his decision in favor of the villain when Yosouf ad- vanced suddenly, threw his cloak over the horse’s head and demanded of his eneriy: “Since you own the horse, tell the kaid in which eye the animal is blind.” “In the left,” said the thief, making a wild guess. Yosouf locked toward the kaid tri- umphant “He's blind in neither eye,” said he. So the uoble horse came into its rightful owner’s possession again, and the wicked Arab was punished. In the Taproot of an Oak. ler a curious incident con- th the taproot of an oak. This oak, a good tree of perhaps 200 years' growth, was being fe'led at Bradenham wood when the woodmen called attention to something peculiar on the taproot. On clearing this of soil we found that the object was a horseshoe of ancient make. Obviously in the beginning an acorn must have fallen into the hollow of this cast shoe, and as it grew through the slow generations the root filled up the cir- cle, carrying it down into the earth in the process of its increase till at length we found wood and iron thus strangely wedded. That taproot with the shoe about it is now or used to be a paperweight in the vestibule of Bradenham Hall.—Rider Haggard. I res nected v Left Handed Finance. He was a young railroad man and went the pace. He had to borrow money to keep “his end up,” and he fell into the clutches of a relentless money collector. “I really am trying my best to pay back the coin I owe you,” he pleaded. “I don’t see much evidence of it,” ‘was the grim answer. ‘“What are you doing?” “I am buying a lottery ticket every month,” answered the hopeful finan- cler.—San Francisco Call. Wanted Them All. Julia Ward Howe was once talking with a dilapidated bachelor, who re- talned little but his conceit. “It is time 'now,” he said pompously, “for me to settle down as a married man, but I ‘want 80 much. I want youth, health, wealth, of course; beauty, grace”— “Yes,” said Mrs. Howe sympathetic- ally, “you poor man, you do want them all” Still Vacant. He was a dude of the would be masher type, and, tripping down the aisle of the parlor car, he dropped into a seat beside a pretty girl. “Nobody — er — occupylng this seat with you, miss?” he queried. ‘With a disdainful look, she replied in a tone redolent with sarcasm: “No, sir. Nobody yet.”—Chicago News. ‘Weeds and bad habits are about the only things that grow without any help. —Chicago Record-Herald. S Ea e = 'WES WRIGHT Candidate for R.epl;bllcan Nomination for Sheriff, Primaries Sept. 15. I hereby announce myself as a candidate for the republican nomination for sheriff of Beltrami county before the primaries to be If elected to the office I will give the duties held September 15, thereof the very best ability which I possess. WES WRIGHT. - HENRY FUNKLEY, Republican Candidate for Nomination for State Legis- lature, Sixty-First District, I hereby announce that I am a candidate for the Republican nomi- nation for representative from this district, comprising Beltrami, Clearwater and Red Lake coun- ties, I believe I fully appreciate the importance and responsibility of this office. I have lived in the northern part of Minnesota for the last thirty years, and am familiar with the needs of the district. The present undevel- oped condition of the northern part of Minnesota is a shame on the part of our legislature, inas- much, as, it is the cause of Ameri- can people settling up the Domin- ion of Canada to the prejudice of our own country, which is more than equally as good in soil, rainfall and climate and nearer to markets. The first step toward develop- ment, I think is roads. The principal part of- the road work should be done by the state be- cause it is the party substantially benefitted. Little dabs of three or four hundred dollars per town- ship per annum is of no avail in the work that the state should o in the matter of the develop- g e < {ment of its principal part—north- iern Minnesota. * Political demgogues have slandered and libelled the good |name of northern Minnesota by | the hair brained cry DRAINAGE, until central and southern Minne- | sota are prone to look at northern Minnesota as if it were nothing but a frog pond. Drainage is all rightin its time and place, and there are sections where it is absolutely necessary, but the unmeaning cry of drainage by the politician has given us a black leye that it will take time to over- come. It has discouraged immi- | gration. | Uppermost and above all, if I am elected, I will in season and out of season, vote and strive for substantial state aid for roads. And I believe I fully realize the fight I am up against in that the representation from the northern part is meager compared with the representation from the other parts of the state. But the whole Ilegislaturé must be made to see that the state roads are a substan- tial benefit to the whole state, I earnestly solicit your support. Respectfully, —Henty Funkley. —— . {