The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 19, 1903, Page 6

< THE BIRD AND THE BONNET. By Dr. Theodore S. Palmer Of the United States Department of Agriculture, Washington, D. C. g— atsin ! I{ modern slaughter of the innocents. Here on the Pacific Coast I believe that you lize how far this matter has gone, for California no laws for the protection of birds, thereiore ng has not been much in the public eye here. The crane and the meadow lark have been protected, also the I within five miles of Monica. But you have not red the war that h: on, chiefly along the At- rs and other birds from the F lovely woman could only come to realize that a slaughtered bird does not add to her loveliness, then the world would be more beautiful and better. In the United States a strong war has already been well begun against this ies which work to secure laws e laws are secured, it is an enforce them. We can hat have the laws. For in- all the birds she chose until the ting the killing; so now the nents of Florida birds. at the fashion of birds on to that time ribbons had me one woman of sheep, the rest hats in the year Gull and tern colonies were Bullets flew into their midst d not know, had never seen, , and the beautiiul, innocent red hion for bird decoration has re- i a bit from season to season, westors and heron investors, e slain just as others do in demand ance, Flo te passed he prev dopted met wrought havoc little creatures fell From that tir It has who speculate wheat and oat ed on gowns as well—one bird, fair shoulder. The grebe breasts y of ways; for hats, muffs, col- of beautiful plumage. Now it been practically exterminated, tions of the State has ceased Herons, egrets, pelicans and ibises attracted the money maker with a shotgun. The birds have been killed in whole- es; above all, the custom was to kill them on breeding ground at the e of nesting, so in killing a e bird there is an average loss of from three to five off- g. This practice made the extermifation a rapid process This, by the way, is one feather trade is more inju argument showing that the than the fur trade. The fur- bearing anim are captured in the winter instead of at breeding time. Morec they are trapped singly, not slaughtered by the whe Florida now has bird protection laws and the Orni- thological Union has a fund to pay wardens who keep a rp watch over what birds are left. They guard Pelican nd, on the Indian River, a large colony of brown peli- This island is a real attraction to tourists just as the Farallones with their bird colony are an attraction here. You know how carefully this colony is guarded, even the eggs being under surveillance. There 1s 2 myth which helps many a milliner, that single feathers do not mean a dead bird. They will tell you that the feathers are picked up where the birds drop them. This is not so. Feathers dropped are not in condition for hat trimming. The ones sold are plucked from the slain bird. What the various societies and the department want is to get the milliners to co-operate with them in the work of saving the birds. There is now an agreement by which certain of the Eastern milliners will not handle any United States birds or certain foreign birds. At one time 2600 terns were seized in one Baltimore shop, with the result that the wholesale price of terns dropped from one dollar to thirty-five cents. There is a little snow-white gull found in the Hawaiian Islands. It is called the albena. Shipments of these birds have been checked, but last winter it was amusing as well as alarming to see in the shop windows great numbers of scarlet, blue, green and pink birds, which experts identified as dyed albenas, colored thus to escape detection. One good result of checking bird slaughter is the in- crease of demand for what are known as made feathers. These are built from the feathers of turkeys, chickens and geese, bought jrom the poultry markets and pieced so as to resemble large quills. Whole breasts are made: a wire frame is covered with buckram, then the feathers are pasted on, one over another, like shingles on a roof. This work saves the birds and gives employment to many people. Ostrich raising should be encouraged. Ostrich plumes are beautiful and they are taken with no injury whatever to the bird ( SUNDAY CALL. This Is the Third of 'a Series of These Famous Letters, Which Have Created a Tremendous Sensation Both in America and Europe, to Be Printed in the Sunday Call. Sunday, Next The Fourth, Will Be “Success.” IN PORK, NO. 3 PASTELS A SELFMADE . MERGAANT TO M SON .. . From ‘Letters from a Self-Made Mer- chant to His Son,” by George Horace Lorimer. By permission of Small, May- nard & Co., Publishers, Boston, Mass. COMMERCIAL TRAVELERS EAR PIERREPONT: When I saw you start off yesterday I was just a little un- easy; for you looked so blamed important and chesty that I am inclined to think you will tell the first customer who says he doesn’t like our sausage that he knows what he can do about it. Repartee makes reading lively, but business dull. And what the house needs is more orders. Sausage is the one subject of all others that a fellow in the packing business ought to treat solemnly. Half the people in the world take a joke seriously from the start, and the other half if you repeat it often enough. Only last week the head of our sausage department started to put out a tin-tag brand of frankfurts, but I made him take it off the market quicker than lightning, because I kneiv the first fool who saw the tin-tag would ask if that was the license. And, though peo- ple would grin a little at first, they’'d begin to look serious after a while; and whenever the butcher tried to cell them our brand they'd imagine they heard the bark, and ask for “that real country sau- sage” at twice as much a pound. A real salesman is one part talk and nine parts judgment; and he uses the nine parts of judg- ment to tell when to use the one part of talk. Goods ain’t sold under Marquess of Queensberry rules any more, and you'll find that kndwing how many rounds the Old 'Un can last against the Boiler- Maker won't really help you to load up the junior partner with our Corn-fed brand hams. A good many salesmen have an idea that buyers are only interested in baseball, funny stories, and Tom Lipton, and that business is a side line with them, but as a matter of fact mighty few men work up to the position of buyer through giving up their office hours to listening to anecdotes. I never saw one that liked a drummer’s jokes more than an eighth of a cent What the house really sends you out for is orders. a pound on a tierce of lard. Of course, you want to be nice and mellow with the trade, but always remember that mellow- ness carried too far becomes rottenness. You can buy some fellows with a cheap cigar and some with a cheap compliment, but there’s no objections to giving a man what he likes, though I never knew smoking to do anything good except a ham, or flattery to help any one except to make a fool of himself. I don’t mean that you should distrust a man who is affable and approachable, but you want to learn to distinguish between him and one who is too affable and too approachable. The adverb makes the difference between a good and a bad fellow. The bunko men aren’t all at the county fair, and they don't all operate with the little shells and the elusive pea. Real buyers ain’t interested in much besides your goods and your prices. Never run down your competitor’s brand to them, and never let them run down yours. Don’t get on your knees for busi- ness, but don’t hold your nose so high in the air that an order can travel under it without your seeing it. business. You'll meet a good many people on the road that you won't like, but the house needs their For your own satisfaction I will say right here that you may know you are in a fair way of becoming a good drummer by three things: First—When you send us Orders. Second—More Orders. Third—Big Orders. If you do this you won’t have a great deal of time to write long letters, and - we won’t have a great deal of time to read them, for we will be very, very busy here making and shipping the goods. We aren’t specially interested in orders the other fellow gets, or in knowing how it happened after it has happened. If you like life on the road you simply wen't let it happen. So just send us your ad- dress every day and your orders. They will tell us all we want to know about “the situation.” But if all the women of the land could be brought tof «- - MAKING A FRIEND OF ONE'S SELF By “The Parson.” feel the inhumanity and the poor economy of killing our song birds and birds of plumage, then the work would be easy for us. Birds kill insect pests. A bird that may bring five or ten cents to the killer would save the farmers from one to ten dollars in fruit and insecticides. The gulls are the best scavengers that a large harbor like this can have. From the esthetic standpoint, beautiful birds are an attrac- tion, just as scenery is. Think of the money spent to im- port the Oregon pheasant! This shows that live birds are worth more than dead ones. If every woman would lend her aid to the work the birds would have a chance. CRAZE OVER ANCESTOR WORSHIP While there is so much that is ludicrous and nonsensical being printed about American social precedence based on ancestral fame it is interesting to note how even among the sefans of Thibet the worship of ancestors is curiously carried on. Twice a year their bones are dug up and re- ligiously washed, it being ludicrous in the extreme to watch the preternatural gravity with which the natives go about this stupendous operation, carrying huge pots of water to the open graves and religiously scrubbing the bones. To the natives themselves it is an intensely solemn and sacred ceremony. As the possession of a large “bonery” gives to the fortunate proprietor great power in the tribe, these bones are seized upon for debt or on the inaugura- tion of a feud. the persons or family so deprived of their sacred relics being shunned by the others until the bones shall have been redeemed. One of the most remarkable of all the strange myths believed in by this curious people is one pertaining to the sun, 1-oon and stars. The sun is believed to be an im- mense ball of yak-meat and fat, whereon the soirits of de- parted ancestors are supposed to feast, the light being caused by its heated condition. The stars are portions of this immense feast. which, dropping to the earth, give birth to animals for the sustenance of suffering humanity. The moon they conceive to be a less ball of similar texture. in use while the larger one is being replenished for the FTER all, a man’s toughest proposition 1s himseli—not the meanness and stu- pidity of other people, not this con- trary universe. I remember over the years a remark which my mother made to me a few days before I left home to enter college. Something had gone wrong and I was fuming and sulking because of parental restrictions. At last I burst out petu- lantly with this characteristically youthful exclamation, “Well, I'll be thankful when I get to college and can be my own master.” Then came these quiet words from one who knew me better than I knew myself: “My son, you can never get away from yourself.” So I have found it ever since, though I have traveled quite a little over the world and sampled myself in many climes and under very different environments. The better policy is to do what the gentle, discerning Robert Louis Stevenson commended as the wis- est course a man can pursue, namely, to establish terms ot friendship with oneself. Ah, that’s the thing! We can dis- pense with the friendship of about anybody else sooner than with our own. But just how can we live on friendly terms with Number One. . It means, does it not, first of all, that a man should find himself interesting? That is the test applied to everything to-day, to music, to the drama, to literature, even to the pulpit. A young man contemplating matrimony was advised before he made the final proposition to imagine himself and the object of his affection six months, a year or ten years later obliged to spend a rainy Sunday together in a country inn with no resosirces in the way of books and papers and with no one to talk to except each other. Under those cir- cumstances would Romeo still find his Juliet and she him bewitching and perfectly satisfying? Now, it is not an oc- casional rainy Sunday that you and I are obliged to spend with ourselves, but every day and all day, and unless there is enough in us for our thoughts to feed upon, enough of a mental substratum to occupy us during the chinks of time between our jobs, then we are going to get woefully wearied of the gentleman known as His Majesty Myself. Another essential to the establishment of this friendship is respect. That is the foundation of all friendly and profit- able intercourse between man and man, and to be on pleas- ant terms with ourselves we must respect our own motives and our own behavior. This does not mean smug self-com- placency or a pompous conceit. You don't respect those traits in_others and you -never can in yourseli. But you must satisfy yourself day by day and week by week that you- are a fairly decent and right-minded person, even though still far from the summits of moral excellence. A conscious- ness of being crocked in business relationships, a slant to- ward the seamy side of life, a deliberate and prolonged effort to pose as virtuous when one really cares nothing for the good, the true and the beautiful—such things as these kill self-respect and put an end to any lasting friendship with oneself. Once the tempter, urging a man to an evil action, whispered to him, “No one will ever know.” “But I shall know it,” was the quick and indignant rejoinder. He who thus insists on retaining the approbation of his own con- science will never know the sorrow and seli-abasement of those who have forfeited its commendation. And, doxical as it may seem, the consummation of a friendship with oneself is wrapped up with a genuine in- terest in others. For proof of this statement look at Steven- son himself. Was any man of our time fonder of his friends, and did ever a man live more contentedly THE ORACLE OF MULBERRY CENTER By S. E. Kiser. < ULBERRY CENTER. July 14—It's cu- rious how some things go 1a this world. You can’t seem to stop them no way- They're as regular as Standard Oil dividends. Take Schwab, for instants. I spose if he's president of the steel trust forty-seven years from now the same old rumor that is goin’ to quit just as soon as he signs the pay role one more time will be goin’ around. Sometimes I feel sorry for Schwab, because he can't hardly help seein’ that the wish must be father to the thot. It's a good deal like when Lige Hammond was superintendent of our Sunday-school here several years ago. He went to a horse race over in the next town one day and got on a fearful spree. Ezra Harper seen him drinkin’ a glass of beer and Lafayette Smith heard him offerin’ to bet four dollars on one of the races. It was like a clap of thunder out of a clear sky, and him havin’ been held up as a moddle for all the boys and a man of property. Judge Miller was for callin’ an indignation meetin’ and adoptin’ resolutions, the Judge bein’ strong on whereases, but the preacher said we ought to think of his wife and children. We all seen what a blow it would be to them, so we didn’t hold the meetin’, thinkin’ it would be better to just let him resign quietly and try to live it down. But lo and behold Lige was on hand the next Sunday as big as you please and as tho nothin’ had ever happened. After Sunday-school was out several of us gathered at the Judge’s and talked the matter over. Finally, the preacher thought of a plan, and that evening I went to Lige to start it. After we'd talked about the outlook for the crops and things I says: “Lige, I'm sorry to hear that about you goin’ to re- sign.” “Resign from what?” says he. “From being superintendent of says L “This is the first I've heard of it,” says Lige. “It’s funny how these stories get started,” says L “Everybody in town’s been talkin’ about it for a week.” “Lige,” his wife said, “You must tell them next Sunday that you never thought of doin’ anything of the kind. It's too bad to have the people worryin’ about it so.” The next day Judge Miller met Lige at the postoffice and said: “I never was so sorry about anything in my life, but everybody admits that you deserve a rest, and it’s no more than right that some one else should shoulder the burden awhile.” “What's wrong?” says Lige, lookin’ anxious. “Why, you resignin’ from bein’ the Sunday-school super- intendent,” says the Judge. “I couldn’t hardly believe it was true when I heard about it first.” “I'd like to know how such a rumor ever got started,” says Lige. “I wouldn’t any more think of givin’ up the Sunday-school than I would of givin’ up my wife.” “You don’t know how it relieves me to hear you say them words,” the Judge told him. “Still I can’t help reck- onizin’ the fact that with your fundamental proclivities and primordial juxtaposition it must be more or less of a bur- den to you, and as long as we couldn’t expect you to bear the responsibility for. ever, I spose somebody else might be broke in now as well as almost any other time. But think it over and try to bear it a Sunday or two longer, anyway. These are things people take easier if they come kind of gradual.” A day or so after that the preacher called on Lige and said he’d heard the news with deep regret and thought Lige ought to of told him about it first. Lige said there wasn’'t a word of truth in it, and he couldn’t see for the life of him how the story ever got started. After that Lafe Smith and Orin Hitchcock and several others went to him and told him they were sorry to hear it, but they could understand how easy enough it was and they didn’t blame him a bit for wantin” a rest, and it was no more than right that he should be relieved, only they hoped he would feel like takin’ hold again in a year or two. When it had been goin’ on that way for about three weeks Lige got mad and said there must be some smoke where there was so ddrn much fire, and if we wanted him to git out he'd git! So I should think it would be the same with Schwab after while, and some day he'll surprise the people by takin® the hint and quittin”. It's wonderful sometimes what talk’ll do. There's that grand young statesman Beveridge of Indiana. He got up one mornin’ a few months ago and rung the telephone. When they connected him with the newspaper office he called for he says to the reporter on the other end of the wire: “Please say to the public that Senator Beveridge posi- tively declines to let his name be considered for the Vice Presidency.” They dcne it, but nobody thot much about it. So a few days later he got another reporter and says to him: “I ape preciate the high honor the people wish to confer upon me, but I must positively decline to let this movement go on. I will not be a candidate for the Vice Presidency in 1094.” When they published that two or three papers copied it and somebody wrote a letter askin’ the editor who started the boom and why he done it. Then two or three people that wanted to get appointed postmasters called on Bever- idge in a body one day and he ast them into his office and made a solemn speech t6 them: “Gentlemen,” says he, “I fully realize that your intentions are noble and patriotic. President Roosevelt is a grand young man with great possibilities before him, and I cannot deny that it would be an honor to be on the ticket with him in 1004, but I must positively decline to let my name be considered in that connection.” They went away kind of awed and told their friends about it, and in a little w hile lots of people ,began to think if Beveridge didn’t want the place, he must be the right man for it. So the boom commenced to spread, and there’s no tellin’ where it'll stop if he just keeps on beggin’ the Re- publican party not to thrust this high honor onto him against his will. Some people seem to think the Mark Hanna boom got started in pretty much the same way. Nobody had heard about it till Uncle Mark indignantly denied one day that he wanted the nominashun. That kind of made a good many people think that some able man from Ohio ought to lead the grand old party to victory, and the first thing anybody knew Uncle Mark could have had at least nineteen colored delegates from the South on the first ballot. I have a high opinion of Uncle Mark as 2 leader and a friend of the labor- ing man, but he has one faitle defect. He’s rich. The peo- ple of this country refuse to believe that any man who has got rich by his own efforts has the ability to be the chief magistrate of the most glorious republic the sun ever shown upon. Most of the men that get the job learn enough while they're holdin’ it to get rich afterwards, but that’s different. We are a free-born people, every man his own equal, and we refuse to be ruled by a millionaire. Yours for all that's comin® to me. JEFFERSON DOBBS. the Sunday-school,”