Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, October 20, 1909, Page 3

. my. MOAD EVIDENTLY A THINKER Clever Maneuver by Which Batrach- jan Foiled His inveterate Enemy, the Serpent. The following snake story was told some years ago by a reputable citi- zen of Anson county: Driving along a public road one day he saw a toad frog crossing the road at top speed— hitting only the high places and few of them. As the frog disappeared in the bosky underbrush on one side a black snake in hot pursuit made its appearance on the other. The story- teller followed the two into the bushes to see what the result would be. He had proceeded only a short distance when he found the frog at bay, fac- ing the snake and with the latter cire- ling about in the effort to make an attack from the rear. His frogship kept turning all the time, always fac- ing the enemy. The reason of this maneuver on the snake’s part was that the frog had in its mouth, held crosswise and about the middle, a stick about the size and length of a lead pencil. The frog knew the snake could not swallow him so long as he presented such a front. The man watched the performance for some time and when he left the snake was still circling the frog and the latter facing its enemy on every turn.—Charlotteville Observer. GOT A LITTLE SATISFACTION Editor, Unable to Collect Bill for Pa- per, Could Afford to Affront the Widow. To the editor of a little Maine newspaper there came the other. day an indignant elderly woman, who waved a bit of paper in the editorial face. “Lookee here!” she said. “What does this mean—a bill for the Citizen to my husband that’s been dead two years? Ye don’t expect his widow to pay debts o° his contracted long after he’s dead?” “You say he has not been getting the paper?” said the editor, after long thought. “No, ye donderhead!” screamed the woman, “I tell ye he’s been dead two years!” “Strange,” mused the editor. “The Postoffice department has not noti- fied me of his failure to receive them. Quite sure you yourself haven’t been enjoying the estimable educational values of a perusal of my sheet?” “That ain’t the point,” argued the widow. “You’ve been sending the noospaper and a bill to a man that’s dead. It’s your affair, not mine. “Well,” said the editor finally, per- ceiving that he must be a loser, “in future, madam, I will cause an extra copy to be printed on asbestos to in- sure that your husband receives his Citizen regularly.” The Duty of Rest and Play. Rest is Just as much a necessity of life as Work is. In the face of the popular theory which supposes that work in itgelf is respectable unless it is proved to be wrong and that rest in itself is suspicious—that it must prove itself to be right; in the face of this popular theory, which is the the- ory of the spelling books, of careless talk and untrained consciences, I must remind you that Work and Rest have each its own place, and that neithgr must step beyond that place. tion Rest is as dignified, as creditable, as Work ‘s.—Edward Everett Hale, | 1857. A London Problem. They are dealing with a psychologi- cal problem in London that is not on the cards. The “problem” is nothing less than a little baby boy Wickham workhouse, a scrap of a child only two years and four months old, who no sooner has to make any serious remark than he rolls forth such a string of unmitigated billings- gate that he petrifies all who hear him. He is described as a beautiful child with dark, soulful eyes, soft fair hair, chubby limbs and the face of an angel. At ordinary times hs is the best of boys, but does anything upset his equanimity he brings into play such a volume of foul language that he quite contaminates the infant ward. Where the baby learned to curse and swear is the question. It has been so far a mystery, as his antecedents are unknown, and his age so tender his comprehension of the forms of lan- guage might well be of the slightest, but such does not appear to be the case. This little workhouse baby evi- dently knows what he is talking about. His Little Deal. “Ha, ha!“ exclaimed the boarder. “You actually bought a gold brick?” “Yes,” answered the farmer, as he took the specimen tenderly and laid it on the mantelshelf. “All the city folks that came here expected to see one. It seemed like they wouldn’t be- lieve I was a regular farmer unless I could show a gold brick. So when I went to town and this was offered me I give the fellow $99 in confederate money and a Canada quarter, which is cheaper than I could have made one myself.” Ants in Battle. The pugyacity of ants leads them In tts right place and propor- | in the | METHOD OF INDUCING SLEEP Self-Suggestion Plays a Great Part— Worry Is the Main Thing to Be Avoided. The next point to bear in mind is that self-suggestion plays a great part in the production of sleep, writes Dr. 8. McComb in Harper’s Bazar. Ordi- narily we do not sleep by accident or haphazard. We resolve to sleep. We go through a variety of actions all suggestive of a change from our nor- mal waking condition. We undress, we place ourselves in a comfortable position, we close our eyes. We be lieve and expect that we are going to sleep, and the result is—sleep. One of the great preventatives of sleep is | the fear of not sleeping. Once this , fear is broken down, we sleep. The insomniac worries about his insomnia, and this very worry deepens the mis- chief. Hence the sufferer should sug- gest to himself again and again: “If I sleep, well; if I don’t sleep I will at least gain rest by keeping my mind | |calm and my body relaxed.” In a} word, our chances of getting sleep in- crease if we assume the external physical attitude which corresponds to sleep, if we relax every muscle and { let it stay relaxed, if we breathe light ly and regularly, if we call up the imaginations of a sleeping person, and talk and think sleep to ourselves, re- peating silently and in a quiet dreamy fashion such a formula as __ this: “There is no reason why I should not | sleep. My mind is at peace. Sleep iss Coming. I am getting sleepy. I am about to sleep. I am asleep.” ‘EASY TO DETECT BAD MONEY Hold Bill Up to the Light and Exam- ine the Silk Threads in the Paper. Despite the utmost vigilance of our | efficient secret service men, the mak- | ing counterfeit money in this country | has not been wholly suppressed. Spu- | rious coins and paper tokens occasion ally get into circulation and some of these are so well done as almost to | defy detection by experts. Among the latest samples of the counterfeiters’ art is a $10 bill, one of | the cleverest imitations on record A} speciment of this issue was received and paid out by several banks, being | regarded by all who handled it as/ genuine. In time it reached the sub- treasury at New York and there its Spuriousness at onee became known. On first inspection the bill appears to be a real product of the treasury department, but when held up to the light the little particles of silk, which in a genuine bill are curved and twisted in the paper, are seen to be! straight and hard. A magnifying | glass shows some very slight discrep- ancies between the face of the bill and that of a genuine one. Subtreasury officials state that the | bogus note was engraved by a master | in the art who may once have been | | employed in the bureau of engraving | at Washington. Every person who re- | | ceives a $10 bill, says Leslie’s Week- | ly, should apply to it at least the sim- | | ple test above given of holding it up | to the light and noting the condition | | of the silk threads. | True to Memory of Beau Nash. The famous Beau Nash was at one | time extremely fond of a beautiful | girl called Juliana Papjoy, sometimes | known as the Bishopstrow belle. She | used to ride about the streets of Bath | on a fine gray horse carrying a whip | | with many thongs, a fad which gained | for her the title of Lady Betty Besom. | Juliana was very kind-hearted and) | during the last five years of the | beau’s life she nursed him devotedly. | | After his death she vowed that she would never again sleep in a bed and took up her abode in a large hollow tree, where she lived for many years, earning a scanty livelihood by sell- ing herb medicines and fetching and carrying. At last Juliana became-very | ill and, knowing she could not possi- | bly recover, she felt an intense long- ing to die in her old cottage home at Bishopstrow. 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It is the women who market the produce. Early each morning long lines of these farmer wives, with great cigars in their mouths and large bas- kets of wares on their heads, can be seen striding along the narrow trails toward the capital city where market is held, says a Manila corresponaent. Strong and happy, they wade through the streams and the mud calling out to one another as they £0 and only stopping to get a fresh light for their cigars from some one © their number or some one whom the) chance to meet. Once at market the: chat, smoke, laugh and barter fo: hours over a few small tomatoes, some green squash, a live chicken eggs, fruit, sugar or anything ther happen to have, and toward noon they straggle home, having had a good visit and sold or exchanged thei? wares, Sunday is the one really strenuous day for the Filipino. It is the big market day when people come from all the surrounding country, and it is the time when cock-fights are al- lowed. Men spend a good share of their time during the week in training their pet roosters, and on Sunday, early and late, they can be seen going to and from the pit, carrying their game-cocks under their arms. Excitement runs high and their joy ous shouts can be heard for a long way. Some women attend the fights, but most of them do the double duty of attending mass and then patroniz- ing the market, which is just across the street from the church. All day Sunday they are active and excitable but the next day they settle back into Crosby Doesn’t Know Whether Wife Detected Trick or Really Was in Unselfish Mood. Crosby had always been inclined to conservatism in household expenses, especially in the matter of his wife's dress bills, relates a writer in the} Sunday Magazine. His wife went so far as to say that he was penurious. She had been in need of a new boa for a long time, and after she hinted that her happiness would never be quite complete till she had one, he at last consented to make the purchase. He went into a store and picked out two, one of which was a cheap imita- tion affair, and the other a fine ex- pensive one. Taking them to his office before go- ing home, he changed the pri@e marks, the expensive tag on the cheap boa and vice versa. His wife examined them for a long time very seriously indeed, and then said, “Now, dear, the expensive boa is a beauty, and it is really very good of you to allow me my choice. Some women would take it without a word; but really I don’t think we can af- ford the more costly one, and be- sides, dear, I think the cheap one the| more stylish too. Why, Cros, dear, what’s the matter? Are you ill?” But dear old Cros had made his} getaway into the night where he could kick himself as hard as he felt he de served. But what he would like to know, is this: Did his wife happen! on the more expensive boa by pure accident, or— Possum Hunting in Queensland. Among the ways of earning a living | lecting of fur skins combines consid-' erable profit with a fine, adventurous | life in the open air in the “bush,” the | term which describes all country! parts, plain, hill and forest away from | the settlements. The possum is protected by the gov- ernment of Queensland till May 1, on! which date young men issue forth for | a campaign against the wily animal whose skin makes such beautiful car- riage and other rugs and forms the material for ladies’ furs all over Eu-| rope. Formerly shooting was resorted | to, but now trapping is found to be the most efficacious means of securing a good bag. Most of the trappers work in couples or employ a native, and snares of thin wire are used. Holy Days. Dr. Hale and the late Bishop Hun-! tington of New York were fast friends. H The latter had been a Unitarian and! his shift caused a sensation. The! Episcopalians have saints assigned to EXAMPLE OF PERFECT FAITH Mexican Lover Believed Sweetheart’s Story Before Evidence of His Own Eyes. For the past week the physicians in charge of one of the sanitariums here have been dealing with one of the most puzzling and obstinate cases of eye trouble ever brought to their notice, declares a Puebla (Mexico) correspondent. Their suspicion that the subject was nothing the matter with his eyes was confirmed to-day by a naive confession made by the patient. The man’s name is Estanislao Ruiz. He stated that he lives at Cholupla and shortly before coming here he was shocked one evening, upon pass- ing the house of his novia, to see her kissing a very dandily dressed strang- er through the bars of her window. Fearing that he might cause a scandal by interfering, he retired quietly, and later in the evening returned to speak to the young lady about it. She de- nied the matter emphatically. “But I saw you with my own eyes,” he maintained. “Do you believe your dulce or do you believe your eyes?” she demanded triumphantly. “I believe my dulce,” he answered. There was a hearty embrace and he came here immediately to have his eyes treated. . FROZE SOLID DURING NIGHT Rushing Mountain Torrent Silenced in a Few Hours by the In- tense Cold. Running water is usually the last thing to freeze solid, and when it does so, the cold must be extreme. J. Claude White, in the Wide World Magazine, gives the following descrip- tion of this very rare occurrence— the freezing of a mountain torrent in a single night. The phenomenon was one that I have never before experienced—a run- ning river frozen solid in a night! When we arrived the waters of this stream, tumbling over the great boul- | ders and rushing through the tortuous | channels, made a deafening roar. | Gradually, but almost perceptibly, the tumult decreased, while, worn out after a hard day, we fell asleep. A few hours later, when we awoke, a deathly silence prevailed, and on looking out, to my intense surprise, I found that the rushing torrent of the previous night had been transformed into a solid mass of ice! In this re- gion of extreme temperatures I had | on other occasions seen torrents froz- en, but never under such startling conditions. On looking round, we found .that everything we possessed was also frozen solid, including our saddle of mutton, which was merely a block of ice. We were ravenous, but we got no satisfaction from gnaw- at lumps of rock which ought to have | been a succulent joint, and so, despite our hunger, we had to content our: | Selves with a little tea—to make which we melted ice—and a few bis- cuits. At the Half-Century Mark. Youth is eternal to him who believes im eternity. To me youth means any- where from eight onward. I was an exceedingly old person at eight and I trust I violate no confidence when I confess a youthful way post. Fifty is a splendid time for youthful expansion; one’s fancy still retains all its ingenuity while one’s judgment is bettered by experience. When sitting on the 50 milestone the vane of man’s vision points southward to the past and northward to the fu- ture with a minimum of oscillation. Rancorous thought and splenetic ex- pression give way to quieter nerves and calmer view, and the mellow light- ed vista of the years that have gone soften the heart of the youth of a half century of years.—John Philip Sousa in the Circle. Dresden China. Judging by your recent note, writes @ correspondent, it seems that the | geographical knowledge possessed by girl typists is about on a level with that possessed by the damsels who represent the postmaster general be- hind the counters of our suburban post offices. Having occasion recently to telegraph funds to a town in Ger- many, it became necessary for the I feel within me stamina and That tells the | that at 65 cents nS. 4 GRAND RAPIDS, DOUBLE-DISC RECORDS Double-Dise you get a better record, on each side, than you ever bought be- fore at $1.20 for the same two selec- Get a catalog! A different selection on each side f They fit any machine i whole story except §& i t for the Columbia BELL, | MINNESOTA. i a! ' THROUGH COMBAT TO VICTORY |Strong, Vigorous Character Arrives at Fruition by Wrestling With and Overcoming Obstacles. It is the wrestling with obstacles and the overcoming of difficulties that have made man a giant of achieve- ment. If we could analyze a strong, vigor- ous character, we should find it made up largely of the conquering habit, the habit of overcoming, says Orison exuberance now | Swett Marden in Success. | that I have bumped against the half- On the other hand, If we should analyze a weak character we should find just the reverse—the habit of fail- ure, the habit of letting things slide, of yielding instead of conquering— | the lack of courage, of persistency or | | grit. | There is the same difference be- tween a self-made young man, who has fought his way up to his own loaf, ; and the pampered youth who has never been confronted by great re- sponsibilities that would exercise his powers and call out his reserves, that there is between the stalwart oak which has struggled for its existence | with a thousand storms, with all the extremities of the elements, and the hothouse plant which has never been allowed to feel a breath of frost or a rough wind. Every bit of the oak’s fiber has rog istered a victory, so that when timber is called upon to wrestle with storms and the fury of the sea, it Says, “I am no stranger to storms: | have met them many:a time before. fiber to clerk to consult the post office guide. resist the fury of any sea, because } After a long and fruitless search I have fought and overcome its equa! ; ventured to suggest that she was not a thousand times.” the various days in the year. When! an Episcopalian minister writes a let-| ter on any day for which there is a. saint, he always writes the name of) the sajnt at the close of the letter in- | stead of the date. Bishop Huntington , learned all these things quickly, and | began to practise them at once. The! first time he had occasion to write to| his old friend, Dr. Hale, after joining | the church, he placed “St. Michael’s| Day” after his signature. A reply| from the doctor came, and after his | name he had written in a full, round ; hand, “Wash day.”—Christian Regis-| ter. The “Austrian Lip.” The thick and prominent underlip that has long been characteristic of likely to find the town I wanted in the | section devoted to the celestial em- pire, where she was looking. “Not unger China” she retorted supercili- | ously. “You said Dresden, didn’t | you?” | Labor That Aids the World. The hothouse plant succumbs to the first adverse wind. Music, Birds and Snakes. Exceptional love of music would re- dound to the credit of any other living indicative of refined taste It is true that all wealth comes! creature as : from labor, but not necessarily from | b¥t in the maligned smake even this labor by the hands. The thinkers of | artistic attribute is a mark of deroga- the world have added inestimably to, tion. Our own Quakers, for example, its development. It was a portrait) painter who invented the telegraph, a_ college professor who produced the) telephone, and the list might be ex-' tended almost indefinitely. take up and indorse the diatribe of Epiphanius against the fiute-players. “Observe the figure that the player makes in blowing. Does he not bend It is wel] himself up and down to the right that to-day, with all our indulgence) hand and the left, like unto the ser- in rest and play, that we remember | Pent? that it is intelligently directed energy | of whatever kind which makes man | These forms hath the Devil used to manifest his blasphemy against things heavenly, to destroy AS THEY DO IT IN ENGLAND Family inherited Postmastership, Though the Department Officials Didn’t Know It. Forty years before, as quite a boy, Jones had left a little town in Kent. | Now, on the first long vacation he | ever had had since, he was visiting ; his childhood scenes. He had remem- ; bered that the postmaster’s name was | Pengelley, and he had remembered, too, that he was a kindly old man. | There wasn’t the slightest probability, | he thought, that the postmaster was | still alive, but his acquaintance with ; the former incumbent might smooth | things a little with the new one, so | that the whereabouts of people to ; whom he had been directed would be | made known. “What’s become of Mr. Pengelley?” | he asked, interrupting for a moment | his majesty’s letter assorter. “I am Mr. Pengelley.” “Perhaps you’re his son.” “Yes, my father’s name was Pen- | elley, too,” drawled the Englishman. “T mean the postmaster.” “So do I.” “Was your father | years ago?” “My word, no! That was my grand- |father. You see, our names are all | alike, and the post-office department | doesn’t know but that the first one is | alive. We inherit this job, don’t you | know. And my wife’s just presented | me with a son. There was no haggling | over his name.” postmaster 40 The Consoling Volume. | There was a backward student at Balliol who, for failure to pass an ex- amination in Greek, was “sent down.” His mother went to see the master, | Dr. Jowett, and explained to him what jan excellent lad her son was. “It is a |hard experience for him, thig dig- | grace,” said the old lady; “but he wilt | have the consolation of religion, and there is always one book to which he ean turn.” Jowett eyed her for a mo |ment and then answered: “Yes, ma ‘dam; the Greek Stammar. Good- | morning.” —<—$<$___ Cheering Her Up. Islington, which is no longer rural, was once so esteemed by medical men that they sent their patients there after severe illness. Many also went there in the last stages in the forlorn ‘ hope that the invigorating air might ‘restore them to health. A story re ; lated by Dr. Abernethy turns on the ‘latter class of visitors. One of his ‘ «i PBIZ OF SBM,, «<2U10Y OuI0D 0} Apvol sem ] 3eq) TY O}01M J,, "yuesenid the house of Hapsburg was dubbed the “Austrian lip” many years ago. This feature was derived from Cym- burgis, daughter of Ziemovitz, duke of things upon earth, to encompass the | | patients engaged some rooms in Is world, capturing right and left such ington, and casually remarked to the as lend an ear to his seductions.” And landlady that the banisters on the wo on... Bue net & wore do: we hear in| staircase were very much broken, to amuse tnemselves during long in- tervals of peace by sham battles. They rise upon their back feet, wrestle, seize each other by the jaws batter and helps along the world to. the millennial dawn. | or legs, moynt on each other’s backs, roll over aud over and engage in other antics. Neighboring commun- ities of ants are prone to engage in wars which continue through weeks and months, and usually end with the annihilation of the weaker community, | 4 Described. Masovia, and uncle of the then king “Pa, what is meant by a nervous wreck?” “A nervous wreck, my boy, is some- thing that a woman says she is every time she gets a headache.”—Detroit of Poland. She was noted for her great beauty and unusual strength. The house of Hapsburg owes not a little of its strength of character ‘and imperialism to this remarkable wo- Problem, Knicker—It is said that you can well educated with a five-foot case. Flatter—What would you get out of; American Review. condemnation of the unregenerate be! birds that carol heedlessly even while | book- | the minister is painting the horrors of an unmentionable place.—North | stairs.”—London Chronicle, | “Lor’ bless you, mam,” said the land- , lady, “it’s no use to mend them, for ‘ they always get broken when the un , dertaker’s men bring the cqffins down.