Evening Star Newspaper, June 26, 1897, Page 19

19 YOUTHFUL LEANDER Where Seititiee Are Made Into Expat Swimmers. > UNDER THE GUARD'S WATCHFUL EYE ——_ + Fair Mermaids Are Also Very Much in Evidence. a > = AT THE 3ATHING BEACH a HE MIDDLE-AGED pessimist, with the jaundiced eye sat on a” bathing beach bench the other af- T ternoon, exuding ful- m nations. thing is all wi croked he. “Ii nourishes the codding idea in the s of the capital's mir youth. Boys going in swimming open and above hoard, with the full knowledge and consent of their parents or guardians, and in bathing uits, too—the fast, now y world a mark me going around, too 1H det a box of Stogies that not a sin boy out on that raft has is beo! a lumber yard and pla jokey from school in order to get into the water—and what sort of a fu- w sn of the republic is a bey going to make who never plays hookey to go a-swimmi in that crowd has got to cook o give his mother when he gets home. at show has one of those boy up in a bathing suit, to get his ba un blistered?—and n, any American who to eminence that didn't lose all off his back haif a dozen times mmer during his boyhood. Worse e boys out there get tired of MW only have to walk into ta boy up a yarn Ww swadidle ok name me, if you ¢ ever rose the hide Is It Cola? their dressing rooms, skin off their bath- ing suits, dry themselves with crash towels, slip on their clothes, their hair— think of it, com! their it is ail over. Does that look . dye think? Is it af Fable to make strong men as the old scheme of making the last boy out of the water chew waked knots out of both irt? I tel you hole thing is w —now you hear Whereupon the 1 pessimist away upon muttering things at the him. merms! in the clad) 0¢ ing an water I sani haps he wouldn't have wld so far advanced the n the hours of 7 and morning. on hot Mond: considered th wroi = way. i k in the and Fridays the bathing property exclusively of the oung wome jierly ones, too, for the m: € that); and no man person is permitted to lave himseif in the bathing beach waters on these occasions, unless he fs acting as the guide, director, and per- haps the d r, of a girl or woman friend. ‘These are the hours and the days to see, and afterward to bear witness, how excel- lent a scheme this Washington bathing beach is. The nicest girls and women in ithem. The y could the Wa se THE EVEN NG STAR, SATURDAY, JUNE 26, 1897-24 PAGES. school teacher. But the young woman | from Pentwater, Mich., apparently couldu't, | judging from the timid way she acted when ‘she came out of her dressing room. She made her way out to the raft and looked | at the water as if it was just yawning to j enguif ber and carry her out to the mid- sea sharks. The young man smiled with superior complaizance, and talked, while the girl from Pentwater looked up at him with big, demure, admiring eyes. But She Knew. “Why,” sald he, “it's just as easy as falling off a log. You can’t go down In the water to save your neck !f you just have confidence. Just jump in and let yourself | 0, you know, without struggling a little bit, and you're bound to stay on top and float. I'll see that you don’t get in any trouble. All you've got to—" He broke off with a sudden, long-drawn- smoke!’ The girl from Pent- ad made three swift bounds for the x rings. which she grasped and swung on with her feet in the air like a female acrobat deing a “ ‘ter’ trapeze act in a Led Him Out. circus. she had swung backward ard forward a sufficient number of times to gather a whole lot of momentum she let go the enged head first into ing it with her palms hardly at of a pebble. She was at urface of the water in half a seco the river. Every over-hand stroke carried her five feet or so. She shook her hair with the srace of a er nymph, and looked k with a smile at the young man, who steod gaping on the raft. Then she turned over on her back and Kicked the away frem her in Paul Boynton After she had made about seventy-five yards this way she stood treading water 5 ing in the Potomac flat he put her arms under her ly and kicked her way back the raft. Wh she got within eet of the raft she dived suddenly, and in ten seconds came up on the hither side of the raft, swimming beneath it. She wasn't even puffing. “Weil. did you ever!’ exclaimed the school teacher. The young man who knew it all made good-natured remark about bi s r, where I came from, you i the wolverine girl, with a mis- nkle in the eyes that had been is on Lake Michigan, you know. ly got seven prize medals for swim- bat then, you sce, I had to stop tak- in the swimming contests to give e to My music y."" said the young man, “will you come after me and lug me in if I get be- yond my depth? Fan for the Boys. But if the girls and young women have fun down at the bathing beach, the small, middle-sized and big boys, young and old, make a marine carnival of it. There are few things besides eating and yelling that @ small boy loves more than swimming; and when he goes swimming he likes to take all of the diaphonous, thousa2d-to-one chances that he can pos sk up for wing himself permanentiy at the bot tom of the river bed. All the smail boy's ambitio spect have be:n neu- however. He wouid © very ingenious scheme f comfortably Irowned beach under the present In the first place, there is sit- on the raft all the time a bronzed with the Argus mod:l of a d with a circlet of exeeeding- ming, ing pari more indeed to get hir. at the bathing conditions. tng young man head, prov: ly wary eyes. This young man is a law student, the son ef a District official, and he is a lifeguard at the bathing beach this summer for the fun of the thing. The fun of the thing consists iargely in spotting smail but energetic boys, Knowing not how to make the first lick of the swimmer, who manifest an unconquerable disposition to strike out for the channel leading down to apeake bay, and thence to the wine- dark sea. Two or three miniature Lean- Gers occasionally essay this job at one and the same time. While the young lifeguard jumps after one of them and gets him by the scruff of the neck, one o¢ both of the two pelicemen on duty at the bathing beach (experienced watermen, the pair of them) dash into the water, clothes and all, and haul out the others. Aside from the rate and last-ditch recklessness of the small boy, there is no particular reason ny he should desire to convert the bath- beach waters into a Hellespont at the first go-off of his swimming experience; for there is plenty of water down there, at any Stage of the tides, of a propor depth for him to learn to swim. But the small bey sees the big boy or the man spring into the water, and he grows big with envy. ce the need for the alert eye of the li A smail boy’s older and : ite often impre: auties of common caution by him out of the water, spreading on the raft, and sitting on him, of them at o: , until they the boy has acquired the uence, when they let him upon him out two or thre ed, but wis Repressed by the The small boy who krows how to swim 1 who, t f e naturally, re- ar privilege to duck Hl boy ‘often his little bro know how to swim, 1 good deal of una: room on ducking boy is not © privileges of the er period of © inan ucks a girl, the bably being that it is good for nto be d " mothers otte to down to the boy take his THE him out | HUMOROUS LION. years old, who called him “grandad,” down to the bathing beach to give the boy a swim. The boy had been skylarking around in the water for a while when the old gen- tleman was noticed by the people sitting on the benches to be growing a little fidgety and excited. He Also Knew. “Looks pretty good out there, don’t it,” said he to a man sitting near him. “Yes, the boys appear to enjoy it,” said the man. The old man rose from his seat. “By jing,” said he, “I'm going in myself.” “Kind o’ dangerous for an old gentleman to go in that can’t swim, I should think,” said the man he had addressed. The old mian only smiled a bit quizzically at the speaker, but said nothing, and went after a bathing suit. When he came out of his dressing room, in a sleeveless Jersey bathing suit, the on- lookers on the berches were startied. ‘The old gentleman's knotted arms were tattooed from wrists to elbows with Japanese dra- gons, American eagles, the flags of many nations, end all sorts of strange devices; and the tatiooed masts of a full-rigged ship on his breast protruded above neck of his bathing jersey. “Can he swim!” once. The old gentleman walked with dignity down the planking to the raft, with never an eye to port or starboard. He walked out on che spring board backward, and turned a backward somersault, striking the water as clean as a well-heaved lead, and coming up about a hundred feet away from the raft. “Well, can he swim!” said the people on the benches. Taking Chances. The young man who belongs to the genus Smarticus Alexius—the-same chap who rocks a row boat full of women and chil- dren, points loaded pistols at nervous girls, coasts down perpendicular hills on his bike when other people are walking their ma- chines up, and illustrates in general the need for a national fool killer—attempts to carve out fame and win tumultuous ap- plause for himself down at the beach, as he does everywhere else, but at the bathing beach he is squelched good and 1 He turned up down there the other day in the form of a lunatic of a young father with a pretty, three-year-old, curly- haired boy He togged the infant out in a little bathing suit. ‘Then, in his own bath- ing suit, and with a cigar stuck rakishly in his face—the benches were crowded with on-lookers, and the smart Alec was aware of the fact—he strode out to the raft with his infant perched on his shoulder, He sat down at the edge of the raft, still with the little boy on his shoulder and the cigar on his face, and slid into the water, strik- ing out with one hand in a depth of thirty feet, just to show the people on the beach how easy the thing couid be done. He had gotten about fifty feet away from the raft when the little boy suddenly slipped off his shoulder into the water, and was un- derneath the surface in a twinkling. The man scemed to lose his head at this and looked around wildly before he thought to dive for the little chap. By the time he dived for the boy the lif guard was on the spot and nae. the curly-headed three- year-old safely in his arms, carrying him back to the raft with long strokes. When the white-faced father, no longer with the cigar in his teeth, sprawled aboard the raft, one of the policemen said to him: Go in and get your clothes on and dress the kid; and try not to be gay any more.” And the pistel pointer and boat rocker and hill burner and kid-jeopardizer sham- bled obediently toward his dressing room. —_—_._— THE ONLY WHITE BUFFALO. Seen and Chased by Indians and Hunters, but Never Caught. From Forest and Stream. During the summer of 1875 bands of In- dians returning from a hunt far out in the piains brought in stories of having scen at different times and in different places, and always in the center of a large herd, a white buffalo. They had used their best horses ir the effort to overtake it, to no purpose, never being able to get anywhere near the animal. At first we did not pay much attention to these stories, but still it kept cropping up from different camps, and at last, in the fall of 1875, I myself had a chance to verify the truth of the re- port. I kad been sent on duty north along the Red Deer river, and was camped near a large band of Blackfeet, who were hunt- ing south of that river. The buffalo had moved north in vast numbers, and the prairie was black with them. I had gone out one morning with a party of Blackfeet to see one of their hunts, and also to try and kill it for myself. My horse was a good one, and much faster than any belonging to the Indian hnnters. I had got ched from the party, becoming tired of slaughter, and must have been at least iwenty miles from camp, when I made for a small clump of timber not far off, in- tending to roast a portion of some buffalo meat I had on the saddle with me. As I approached the wood a band of about one hundred animals burst out from the brush and made off to the south, and yes, most certainly, in the middle of them was: a white buffalo. Although they were a quar- ter of a mile away, there could be no mis- take about it; he was there as large as life, and quite white, and running like a deer. There was no time to much more than take in the scene, but I gathered up the reins and was after him, determined to bag that buffalo or kill my horse. Oh, what a race it was, mile after mile; and although all the band, with the ex- ception of about a dozen, had split off and gone in different directions, the white ani- mal, with his body guard of about a dozen, kept at about the same distance ahead. I could catch a glimpse of him now and then, and there was no doubt he was snow- white. Get within a shot I could not, for | many miles. At last they began to ‘tire, and, although my horse tired also, I had geod hopes of coming up and getting a shot. Alas! for such a chance. Of a sud- n my horse lurched forward on his nose, ting me over his head onto the prairie, i turning a somersault nimself, missing me only a few feet. He had put his foot the low they all exclaimed at bathing into a badger hole, and brought hopes of a white robe to a sudden end. == coo — illarn. ‘Tynan in The Ind»pendent. eiley who, writing from the , sald they were the most } things in all the world except | I had not hung larney my days, a cheap € ‘siones and throngs of si: and I had not the What I 1 at last I visited it was wood and mountain " the tourist atioad or The tourist his , and his wom. shirts and mackintoshe able tweed cap, a) ning with the soli by. and ine out of k cence ¢ } for the w to thank my Lord Ke >» and Mr. Muckross divi own , no setween them. here fore eut grumbling the somewhat shillings which are toll for the estate of one or the other n + e+ _____ yu Want anything, in T If enybody has what you wish, an answer. A PRESIDENT'S ‘NIECE Mrs, Harriet Lane Johnston in Her Washington Home. STORIES OF HER BRILLIANT CAREER SS Mistress of the White House Dur- ing Buchanan's Administration. ENTERTAINED THE PRINCE — (Copsrighted, 1897, by Frank G. Carpenter.) Written for The Evening Star. IVING WITHIN A few blocks of the White House, so near to it that the strains of the Ma- rine Rand at the President’s recep- tions can almost be heard within her parlors, is a woman who forty years ago was one of the most popular mistresses the Executive Man- sion has ever had. Forty years ago she tas known as the most beautiful, the most intelligent and most ac- complished woman of the United States. The beaux of the army and navy then bowed down to her; diplomats from a dozen foreign courts strove together for her smiles; statesmen famous for their elo- quence and wit repeated her bon mots and the American people without regard to party admired and worshiped her. Today this woman is intellectually as bright as she was then, and physically she se most as young as she was when s sided over the White House. Her luxuriant mass of golden hair has, it Is true, been turned to frosted silver by the brush of time, but the blue of her eyes is still clear, the roses of her complexion still bloom and the wrinkles of withered old age have yet to come. Harriet Lane Johnston's Home. I wish I could show you President Buchan- an’s niece, Mrs. Harriet Zane Johnston, as I saw her in her Washington home this . Her form is as straight as it was yhen she held the position of “First Lady he and were it not for her white hair you would take her to be in the prime of middle age. She is also young in soul. The long pathway of her life has often been marked with, bitter sorrow. First her uncle, then her-husiand and her children, one by one haye passed away. But she has not allowed, her troubles to r her and she keeps abreast with the pirit of the times. She, is in sympathy with the world of today, and although she is in her sixties she is still one of the queens of Washington society. Harriet Lane’s Washington Home. Mrs. Johnston is a woman of means. Her Washington home is a large house, made of cream-colored brick, situated on the corner of 18th and I streets. In the same block is the mansion In which Sec- retaries Frelinghuysen and Whitney Postmaster General Wanamaker su sively lived, and all about are the houses of distinguished men and women. Mrs. Johnston's home is beautifully furnished. It contains mementoes of travel from many parts of the world. A screen of Moorish work, which once formed a window to hide the beauties of Cairo from the gaze of the passers-by stands in the hall, and upon the walls hang paintings and engravings, almost every one of which is the more valuable by its assoctations. In the par- lor, for instance, there is a portrait of the Prince of Waies, painted just after the prince left the United States, and sent by him to President Buchanan. Just under the portrait in a little black frame is the letter which the prince sent with the por- tr: The letter was penned by his royal highness on the shores of Palestine, where he was traveling. It reads: “Jaffa, March 29, 1862. “Dear Mr. Buchanai “Permit me to request that you will ac- cept the accompanying portrait as a slight mark of my grateful recollection of the hospitable reception and agrecable visit at the White House on the occasion of my tour in the United States. “Believe me that the cordial welcome, which was then vouchsafed to me by the American people and by you as their chief, can never be effaced from my memory. “I venture to ask you ut the same time to nember me kindly to Miss Lane, and dear Mr. 5 nan, Yo! very truly, ALBERT EDWARD.” Prince of Wales visited the Unite dent Buchan: t the Ume in his twentieth y Lane could not have been r @ was, you know, then mistr hite House, and the week whic 2 spent there must have been one est weeks of that eventful peri She sa st The older. 8 of the W came here on an Engli accompanied by a large sui The prince ard his suite all stayed with the Pre: the White House. The time was on round of receptions, dinners and amuse- j s. Eyery evening, with one exception, ‘sident Buchanan gave dinner, at which distinguished people were invited to meet the prince, and Misg Lane gave an nvited reception, introducing his royal hness to the society of th dinners the English min were ent, and tne minister, ve a dinn at the Miss Lane and the Pr ittended. One of the features of t ion was an excursion to Mount V in which the yw boat “Har pr one of penses. in talking about the Prince of. E vislt that Mrs. Johnston ga sme interesting information as to ho led ji the most have ever had, and was ¢ lov sly careful that none of his pen ould be paid by the All of the bis connected with the Pri Wales’ v ington were settl nchang nd the cost of the trip to Mi. Veron was privaic S him and Mr. G retary of the Tri ry. Ce Wag not asked for a cont, and even the fuel which was used for the revenue cutter for that day w: tor by the President. President Bu. io hever thovght of planning hunting exeur- sions end vacation tours for himself on government vessels, as our Presiden: dene of late yi During his stay In the White House he entertained to such an ex- tent that his salary was hardly equal to his es. It cost him much more than his lary to live when he was mintster to England. The salary of the minister at that time was in the neighdorhood of nine thousand dollars, with a slight addition for traveling expenses between London and the United States. Mrs. Johnston tells me that Mr. Buchanan paid almost his whole salary for his house re; that it required all his private fon to meet his expens the dignity of the Bri ish jon, and knew that fa order to do eflicient work his social expenditures must be great. He ¥es one of the few minisiers whom we & with the English and the people here at home. This rigid code of official honor, Mrs. Johnston says, was kept by Buchanan throughout his life. He devoted the most of his years to politics and stats He held many official positi nd yet he never made a cent out of politics. All of his fortune was accumulated at the law be- fore he began his political career, and he | was so clean-handed as to have always been above suspicion. How Buchanan Really Looked. . There are a numter of fine portraiis of President Buchanan in Mrs. Johnston's home. Ameng others she showed me a beautiful miniature painted by a famous artist when Mr. Buchanan was in his Prime. It represents a face much hand- somer ard more human than the stiff and Stately figures shown in the ordinary en- gravings. In it the comple: n of the Pres- ident is rosy, his eyes are as blue as the summer skies and his face is full of kindli- ness and soul. Mrs. Harriet Lane Johnston almost wor- ships the memory of her uncle. She says have sent to London who was popular both | | } Mrs. Harriet Lane Johnston. the world of toda: does not know him, and that history has not done credit to his ability. She describes in vivid words the troublous times of his administration, when the north and the sonth were being torn apart, and when one by one the Pres- dent saw the friends who had promised to uphold him leaving Congress to engage in secession and in plots to destroy the government. The wear and tear of that time was such that it ultimately caused his death. Mrs. Johnston thinks her uncle was the only one of the then great pub- lic men who realized what the re- sults of the war would be in the loss of property and life, and that he was the only one who appreciated how imminent war was. President Buchanan, she sa did all that he could to prevent secession. He strove to harmonize and to hold back the uth, and he saw that his efforts were in vain. He was true to his country, and to his conscience, and the fact that Pe could not save his country from war kiiled him. He was throughout in spirit and in deed a friend of the people, never wavering for a@ moment in his Ic ty to bis trust. I asked Mrs.Johnston as to ether her uncle had much desire to be Pr nt. She re- plied that at an earlier poiat in his politi- cal career he probably had such tion, but that when he saw the toward which parties were tending, and the growing feeling between the sections, he shrank from it. The movement in his favor sprang up when he was minister to England. He wrote many letters prote ing against the use of his name as a cidate, but in spite of his protests he was made the nominee. Experience With Royalty. Mrs. Johnston has in her home here many mementos of her stay in England while her uncle was minisier. She at- tracted, you know, more attention perhaps than any other Amcrican girl who has ever been presented at the Court of St. James. She was made much of by Queen Victoria, and as the niece of Mr. Buchanan she took the place which would have been accord- ed to the minister's wife. She has today the pictures of the queen and the royal family which the Prince of Wales gave to her on her departure from England to America. These pictures represent the queen and the famiiy is she knew them. Her majesty was at that time a very u- tiful woman. She was most charming in her manners and was every inch a queen. During her stay Miss Lane met Louis Na- poleon, Emperor of the French, and the Empress Eugenie, who were then paying a visit to Lendon. The empress impressed Miss Lone as being elezant and graceful, but as not having the dignity nor regal look of Queen Victoria. Miss Lane met at this time all of the distinguished people of Ergiand. Disraeli, who was the leader of the opposition, did not impress her so much as some others, and Gladstone seems to have made no special impression upon her mind. During her visit to Oxford Col- lege that institution conferred the degree of doctor of civil laws upon Minister Bu- chanan and Alfred Tennyson. She remem- bers Tennyson as having long hair and as looking very much like a poet. He was at this time in his prime, and had written the best ef his poetical works. Buchanan and His Niece. The relations of President Buchanan and his niece were more like those of a father and daughter than an uncle and niece. Miss Lane’s parents had died when she was lit- tle more than a baby, and James Buchanan was both father and mother to her. He was fond of children and delighted in hav-~ ing his niece’s friends about him. He en- joyed having young people at the White House, and although he was a bachelor, his administration was, socially, the gayest one we have ever had. Mr, Buchanan was very careful in the bringing up of Miss Lane. He directed her education, sending her first to school at Lancaster, where he lived, then to a private school at Char town, and finally to the Georgetown Con- vent. He wrote regularly to her during her irection | School days. His letters were full of news and gossip and fun, and at the same time of much good advice to the girl as to her conduct. Here, s an extract from one written at about the time | Harriet Lane entered her teen: “WASHINGTON, February 16, 1842. “My Dear Harriet: Your letter afforded me very great pleasure. There is no wish nearer my heart than that you should be- come an amiable and intelligent woman, and I am rejoiced to learn that you stil} j continue at the head of your class. Yoo n render yourself very dear to me by ar conduct; and [ anticipate with pleas- » the months which, I trast in heaven, il pass together after the adjourn- | ment of Cengress. I expect to be in Lan- | caster for a week or ten days about the Ist | | of April, en I hope to see you in good health and receive favorable reports of y havior, * * © e me to be your very affe ur ph Belie uncle. May heaven Mess “JAMES BUCHANAN.” Here is another letter, written about a year later: hut they pared with the proper heart and temper. How ali your elatives wot you—hoy acknowled. rt, amiable h a manner as ttre the a and esteem of all around her. I now =herish the hope that ere long this may be the ¢: . What a long list of studie you are en- upon. The number would seem too for any common intellect, but it ald em that you manage them all hout difficulty. * * * “At a dinner table at Washington during the las as made that rota could name all the and the wager was won. Had you been one of the company the result would doubtless have been different. I presun that the n es and graces are great fa- Vorites with you. Attend diligently to your studies, but above all govern your heart and your conduct. * * * “Most affectionately, “JAMES BUCHANAN. President Buchanan's Papers. Mrs. Johnston says that President Buch- anan’s papers are to be given over to the Philadelphia Historical Society. This de- ion has Leer, reached during the past few Weeks, and within a short time a vast amount of valuable historical material will be there accessible to the public. There was no man more careful of his papers than Mr. Buchanan. He never destroyed a letter, and at his death there were boxes upon | * ae | not boxes of correspondence packed away in his house at Wheatlands, near Lancaster. His correspondence covered a wide range. There was hardly s character of rote in this country or Europe with whom he was at some time in communic His letters to Miss Lane covered every va- riety of subject and could they have been saved and published they would have made When Prest- DR. Mccoy GIVES FOR a most: interesting dent Buchanan died he left instructions as to the writing of his irs. He chose as the author Mr. William RB. Reed of Philadelphia. Mr. Reed was one of his closest friends and knew t how Mr. — Buchanan wanted every matter treated. Mr. Reed, however, had financial tr which prevented his carrying ow and the executors had the 1 ten by Mr. George Ticknor © President Buchanan's Love Affair. It was owing to a mistake that some ot the most interesting papers connected with Mr. Buchanan’s career were burned by his executors. These were the papers re- lating to his love affair. The full story of the matier was, it is belleved, told in the » of papers, but when he had or-.si- de it up he had written upon ita ting that it should be burned with- peing opened. Afterward he gave «i- rections to his biographer that the package be opened and the truth as to this tr The Uniform $3 Rate Orig- inal in His Practice. And Extends It So That It Appiies to All Patieats and Ali Diseases. This announcement of episode of his career be told in the sto} ak of his life. When the executors found | £® = REI ta Om alee the package they burned it before they | (I°NuyY (ie te . realized what Mr. Buchanan had said. to} COSC & iographer about it. The thing Gas eetasely now -{ these fnete: At m that attack ages; that attack ing irelint ing the matter is that when Mr. B was a yourg man practicin caster he in love with a beautitul the daughter of Robert Coleman, 0: the weaithiest citizen caus i a time he became engs i are agera- there was a lover's quarrel and the young | by the weather of f: w lady wrote a letier breaking off the ¢n-| and spri They improve tn gagement. Soon after writing it she went | Worm wenther som Rereeee to Philadelphia for a short visit ch times there in Mile ing her stay there died. 2 rel had not been made up vhanan | mourned the loss of his sweetheart until | the day of his death, He wrote a beautiful obituary notice of Miss Coleman for the Lancaster newspaper and a letter to her father, which shows how great the temperature: the damp = spelis colds are absent, the hich win leaded with that irritate the breathing tracts are absent. In winter even the Doc- tors skill ix often taxed was to him. When he was seventy Catarch, Nature fern old, just before his death, he referr after tncle, and in ene day ur- to the matter, showing that he does all the good he has been able deeply concernirg it and stating t truth would be told after bis death. FRANK G. CARPENTER. —— INDIAN AS A HUMORIST. to perform tn mature helps th of summer tr In summer monthe THE who suffer from Catarrh were wixe enc deveica A Laughable Pursuit of a Quid of Te From the Detroit Free Press. “Most everybody imagines that the North American Indian is a solemn and dignified y canes cases of Deafness wonlé become rare, head noise: curiosity and aic coughs and individual,” said the ex-army officer, as he | Suvaumpttom wants leaned gracefully back in his chair and | from hin usual eustens lezily puffed away at his after-dinner cigar. | stance y ey anak “Before 1 met a redskin I don't know how | cover all dixensen, It applies not only many umes I had heard it asserted that as}to Summer Treatment for Cntarrh, a race they were as destitute of humor as | but Mt applies to every dixease, a patent office report or a graven image. But when I got acquainted with the avo- riginal in bis native wilds I found that this was a mistake. ‘The indian is a born humorist. There isn't the slightest doubt of that. The great jDR. McCOY’S RECORD. The Six Years of Preparation, trouble is, however, that his humor runs chiefly to practical jokes. I remember one | Matriewlant at University of time meeting (or rather discovering a few rods distant) a big Indian when i was ovt | waiking alone about two miles from camp. | “Weil, he dis red me about the same | { time, and the minute he did se ine jet out a! territic war whoop, tomahawk and siart He chased me until I rom ex- haustion and then, ins 5 me, as I naturaliy expected he would irom his previous actions, he assisted me to my feet, vith a vroad grin on his f “Ugh! Indian oniy yell for fun. Too bad scare white man. Injun don’t want scalp. Want chew terbacker? “The whole pro orly his humorous method of striking a stranger for a chew of tobacco. If I had had something to strike back with it might not have been quite so funny—for him, but, w.fortunately, L had left my weapons in cemp. “And, again, I remember the time a lot of Indians, who had been fooling around on the warpath. were forced to capitulat- strrender thelr game to Gen. Mile mand at the Pine Ridge agency the | last thing the humorous cusses did vefore turning in their shooting irons was to load every cld musket of the jot half way to the competitive the doctors of the work Bellevue Hospital. began flourishing fh r me on a# ru During service at Bellevne eb; si fan to training school for nu ‘ved as resident physician to Re tudy in hospitals of London and Dublin Formulation of regntar treatment for chronte tron bles as a result of hospital experience Formulation of rezular treatment for the care of catarrhal, bronchial and Inng diseases Announcement of Dr. McCoy's cures first Introduced voluntarily by well Journalists, with ple- tures and interviews of patie a Doctor McCoy treating over on: Jen of office facilities nts from Rellevu The second visit to Europe ads and Inspection. Serving in the laboratories of Prof. Koch, at Ber- lin. CRE +. 1890 y in Charitie Hospital of Berlin and Royal nic under Von B. by SS5-ISSG, or hospital for furt “ sees, 1891 Mvzzie with slugs and nails and scrap iron oEs a and other bric-a-brac of that sort, and then | Pvtmulation of a system of medicine based on t SS Sod Sees Te discovery of poison In the blood as the origin of divease........+. wens Ist Tue system perfected by application and exporl ment in cases selected from Dr. McCoy tee. The world startled by Dr. Mec cure for Deafness. September, 1895 Location ot a permanent national practice in Wash- ington, March 28, 1896 fun when a bonfire was made of th as was the usual rule in such cases. “But, luckily for the soldiers, the: ccvered the trick in time, and the expected fun failed to pan out. Still, we must take the will for the deed, and this little inci- dent goes to show that as a practical joker the wily aboriginal is not to be lightly sneezed at. ———_—__-e-_______ HER MAJESTY’S PORTRAIT. SHE WAS ALMOST TOTALLY DEAF. Mrs. Margaret A. Seward, 814 L st. 8.e.: “T had been deaf for five years. “I could not hear the ordinary noises of the streets. I was troubled constantly with roaring noises in my head, that disturbed me so I could not sleep. “The disagreeable noises have ceased, and I hear everything plainly and distinctly.” A Peeullar Likeness That is Atiract- & Attention in Londen, From the Critic. There are two artists in London whose real name, I believe, is Nicholson, but who prefer to be known professionally as the Beggarstaff brothers. They work in a pe- cullar manner, and produce effects in post- ers that no other artists in this line have succeeded in obtaining. I have been told that they take a sheet of white paper as big as a counterpane, and cut out bits of colored paper, which they paste on it in DEAF FOR TWENTY YEARS. F. E. Sherwood, Howard House, cor. 6th and Pa ave. nw: iy left ear was so deaf that I could not bear ock tick with it. My right ear was becoming - deaf also. My hezring returned to me sud- IT hear perfectly with either ear.” CAN HEAR A PIN DROP. “1 was 5 Cowden that E could not hear the table. Now I can ear. Tecan hear a pin dry distinc iy with either HE WAS DEAF IN BOTH EARS. Knott, 1252 1 ast. se. “E at times that I would have to asi they wished to say to whisper HEARS AGAIN DISTINCTLY. John W. Berkete © st. sen “I could hear only the londest sounds, I had com tinuous ru ml whistling sounds i my head. nd 1 hear cgaie distinetly.” ie ae. HAD BEEN DEAF TEN YEARS. such designs as they Of course, they] Granville Harford, 903 C st. mew cannot get any gradations of light and| “1 nad been deaf for ten vv Doctor MeOoy shade in this manner, but then, they don’t want any. As a rule, after once setting their design on paper, they cut it on the wood block with their own hands. them bas res ored my hearing so 1 everytl i One of which the or! woodeut was j Wiliam HH. Witte produced by lithogra because so | : any copies were print It forms th 1 had catarcls for frontispiece of the number me, too, very. bad 2 ctor M Review, and, prs have refi little less tt cir queen, the general publ. bought the SHE IS CURED OF CATARRH. B. J. a great si and Cowden i mer, 162 Fost. mew: 4H Th, amd Iboo- Mrs. Fiem HH. Drimtaidhvickhillichaitan is the name of a small hamlet in the Isle of Mull, con- taining not more than a dozen inhabitants How they pronounce it is a-mystery onl, to be solved by some one acquainted with Gaelic, but the fact that the Scots are a nation of few words seems easy to explain if they have many such words as the above in their language. Perhaps, however. fairly said to carr: tors Me DOCTOR McCOY’S BOOK FREE TO ALL. CONSULTATION FREE. McCoy Sy Dr. J. Cresap MicCoy, Dr. J. M. Cowden, Consulting Physicians. 715 13th Street Northwest. Office Hours, 9 to 12a.m.,1t05 p.m, € to 5 p.m.,daily. Sunday,10 a.m. to 4 p.m, > the Germans may be off the palm in word coining. How is this for a specimen, Con- stantinopelscherdudlesackpfeifer? or this one, Jungfrauenzimmerdurchschwindersuch- toedungs? The first means a Constantinopolitan bag- pipe player, and the last is the name of a young ladies’ club, which adorns the brass plate of the door of a house in Cologne to this day. em of Medicine, MANENT OF McCOY’S NATIC —-2ee- The average cost of an oil well at Sum- murland, Cal., all complete, is about $300. The runiing expenses are $15 per month for each well. An ordinary well will yicT four barrels a day, or 120 barrels a month. One hundred and twenty barrels are worth $125, leaving a balance of $119 each month on a $300 investment. There is more | in California than in Pennsylvania.—Phila- delphia Press.