The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 14, 1916, Page 4

THE SEATTLE STAR lL TT TTD stants MEMBER OF SCRIPPS NORTHWEST LEAGUN OF NeEWsrarmns Telegraph News Service of the 4 Press Assectation € mos 61.00; year $3.50 month, : Phewe Mats 600, Private HE “bought and paid for” press, in obedience to the dic tates of the professional politician, is clamoring for ism. “The party! the party!” they cry. Y But it is not party which is the need of the country Tt is patriotism. * It is patriotism of the broad, liberal, forward-looking kind that Senator Miles Poindexter espouses which the” people of ) this state are anxious to uphold. They demonstrated it in this icity by the magnificent reception they gave him. They cheered to the echo Senator Poindexter’s nonpartisan vote for Jus- ‘ ce Louis D. Brandeis. They applauded his declaration in be- "half of meritorious measures whether they are republican democratic. Yet the “bought and paid” press find fault with that Has patriotism fallen so low that a public organ can | @uccessfully argue that it is wrong for a~United States sen- to vote independently, that he must always abide by his , whether it is wrong or right, that he must never vote @ good measure originated by the other party? If that argument prevails, if it is wrong to vote for ures on their merits instead of their party label, then wd. He votes for measures on their merits, and not on d partisanship. Centennials SERIES of centennial celebrations by six states of the Union has been opened by festivities in Indiana. The onies in honor of the event have already commenced with t splendid historical pageant called “Corydon.” © Mississippi's big birthday party falls on December 10, , and Illinois will blow out the 100 wax tapers on her hday cake December 3, 1918. The next year Alabama will receive the congratulations her friends on December 14. Maine will celebrate March 15, 1920, probably in the style which befits the youngest of the New England Missouri will cut her birthday cake August 10, 1921, after which social affairs of this kind will languish for 15 at Tariff Commission LOOKS as if the democratic congress intended to try hoodwink the folks in the matter of the tariff commissic Legislation for this immensely important body based m the strong popular desire that the tariff be taken out of ities for good and all. Yet, the house refuses permanency 5 the commission by refusing a permanent appropriation for maintenance. ly is go begging, each year, to a partisan house appropria- committee. Taking the tariff question out of national cs and putting it at the mercy of a rabidly partisan house ee is not what the people asked for, by a good deal. ntrated Religion HIS is the age of consolidation. About which, heretofore, there has been no Olidate, is the business of saving souls; to different denominational churches Now comes Rev. John J. Prichard and stoutly maintains is but one road to true religion, and that too many inches hinder the work of the salvation of erring mortals; lat unity, intelligent co-operation and consolidation will work Bs well in the church as in the office or factory Rev. Prichard is therefore making it his business to merge e churches. He is the original trust-maker of religion At Bisbee, Ariz., he brought together churches of 12 de- mations and made one powerful congregation styling if the Union church. ‘Hope They Get Thru ERY few Americans there are, even those in sympathy with the allies, but wish the submarine Deutschland a fe and speedy voyage home It is generally recognized now that, even should the Ger- ns succeed in establishing a line of merchant submasines be ten Germany and America, it would have a negligible effect on the allied blockade. To sink or capture the Deutschland "would profit the enemies of Germany little. The feat of the Deutschland was a notable one, marking | @ new era in submarine construction and operation, from Pwhich all the world must profit in a greater or lesser degree. |The officers and crew of the vessel are gallant men 4 They do not deserve to die like rats in a trap. To wish them a safe return to their families is the magnanimous thing. In Hell’s Court T ORTLAND, Ore., has set a new legal precedent which i is a jim-dandy for the “peepul.” A man sued another in one Judge Hell’s court. Losing his case, he turned around Dand sued his attorney for faulty pleading and got judgment against him. Which is just about the double-barrelled, back-action, ‘tails-I-win, heads-you-lose legal decision a whole lot of folks have been waiting for a long time But maybe the name of the Hon. Court had something to do with it and it wouldn't work here the only business attempt to con- be more explicit, s EXTRA SPECIAL ON PLATES During the month of August the UNION DENTIS' make the very best Plates at a discount of from 10 to cent from their regular prices. Remember, these made from the very best of materials and ful 16 years. All work positively painiess. EXTRACTIONS FREE Union Dentists 205 Pike St., Corner Third Ave. (Over Owl Drug Store) will per Plates are ranteed for tor Poindexter should not be renominated and re-elected. | Senator Poindexter is a patriot first, a party man after birthday of this state occurs December 11, but the cere-! This refusal means that this non-partisan commission] conscious, both were dragged and | Next snnanannantagaaeasss A Week A Novel “ANNE ACTRESS” 66 1 ¢q the Primitive STAR—MONDAY, JULIET G. SAGER Sa CHAPTER 1 Wave-Tossed and Cast Away HE beginning was at Cape) Town, when Blake and Win thrope boarded the steamer as fellow passengers with Lady Bay rose and her party This was a week after Winthrope had arrived on the tramp steamer ‘from India, and her Ladyship had explal to Misa Leslie that it was as well for her not to be too hasty in accepting his attentions, To be sure, he was an English-| man, his dress and manners were irreproachable, and he was in the | prime of ripened youth, Yet Lady Bayrose was too consctentious a |chaperon to be fully satisfied with jher countryman's bare assertion that he was engaged on a diplo- matic mission requiring reticence regarding his identity Notwithstanding this, Winthrope| came aboard ship virtually as a momber of her Ladyship's party He was #0 quick, so thoughtful of her comfort, and paid so much more |attention to her than to Miss Leslie, | |that her Ladyship had decided to | tolerate him, even before Blake be came a factor In the situation From the moment he crossed the fangway the American engineer entered upon a daily routine of drinking and gambling, varied only by attempts to strike up an off- hand acquaintance with the Ameri can hetress. On the day of the cyclone, Blake had withdrawn Into his stateroom) with a number of bottles, and was Yo THAT 3 GING You A LITTCe VIBRATION! bilssfully unconscious of danger. Even when the steamer went on the reef, he was only partially roused by the shock He took a long pull flask of whiskey ,thru the open doorway reeled headlong against The mate cursed him and in the same breath ordered two of the men to fetch him up on deck Blake was flung over into the one remaining boa He served as a cushion to b k the fall of Miss Leslie, who was tossed in after him from a quart and lurched out There be} the mate. At the same time, Winthrope frantic with fear, scrambled into the bows and cut loose. She and Winthrope saw the steamer sin er that all was! | chaos to then hey were d en ashore before the terrific « of the cyclone, And thru it all Blake lay huddled on the bottom boards. There came the seemingly final moment when the boat went spin- ning 1 over prow * 0 Half sobdered, Blake opened bis He was given little time to} }take his bearings. A smother of} broken surf came seething up from one of the great breakers to send him spinning for yards. He brought up tn a shallow pool, beside a hum | mock. Under the lee of the knoll lay Winthrope and Miss Lesiie. Tho beaten to exhaustion When the boat capsized, Miss Lesiie had been flung against the Englishman, and they bad held fast to each other with the desperate cluteh of drowning persons. Blake, sitting waist-deep in the pool, blinked at them benignly with bis pale blue eyes. After a futile attempt to gain his feet, he crawled out of the pool on all fours. “Time turn in,” he mumbled, and sprawled full length. Immediately he fell into a drunken # Winthrope huddled & companions, drenched and exha ed, Tho he could hear Miss Lealte| | moaning, he was too miserable him self to inquire wif&ther he could do anything for her. Presently he be-| came aware that the wind was fall ing and he, too, fell into a heavy sleep. A wail from Miss Lasile roused the Englishman. The cyclone had been followed by = dead calm, and! the sun, already well above the horizon, was blazing upon them with fierce heat. Blake lay snoring where he had first outstretched \h The girl, however, was already awake Miss Leslie ventured a glance at Blake. “Ie he still—tn that condition?” “Must have slept it off by this |time,” answered Winthrope. Reach ing over with his foot he pushed| against Blake's back “Hub! All right,” sleeper, and sat up, as had Win thorpe, half dazed. Then ho s' around him, and rose to his feet. “Well, what in hell! Say, this is} grunted the damn cheerful!” | “I fancy we are in a nasty fix.) But I say, my man, there ts a/ woman present, and your language, |you know—" Blake turned and fixed the Eng lishman with a cold stare. “Look here.” he said, “there's just one thing you're going to under. stand, right here and now. I'm not |your man, and we're not going to |have any of that kind of biatter. Any fool can see we're in a tight hole, and we're like to keep com | pany for a while—probably long as} we last | “What—ah—may I ask, do you mean by that?” Blake laughed harshly, and point ed from the reef-strewn sea to the |vast stretches of desolate marsh Far inland, across miles of brack ish lagoons and reedy mud-flats, could be seen groups of scrubby, half-leafless trees; ten or twel miles to the southward a rocky headland jutted out into the water; otherwise here was nothing in sight but sea and swamp. “Fine prospect,” remarked Blake| dryly We'll be in luck if the fever don't get the last of us inside a} month; and as for you two, you'd! have as much show of lasting a month as a toad with a rattlesnake, | if it wasn't for Tom Blake—that's my name—Tom Blake—and as long as this shindy lasts, you're welcome to call me Tom or Blake, whichever suits, But understand, we're not} going to have any more condescen sion.” “Believe me, Mr. Blake, I quite} appreciate the—ah—situation. And] now, I fancy that, instead of wast- ing time It's about time you introduced me to the lady,” Interrupted Blake and he stared at them half deflant ly, yet with a twinkle in his eyes: Mias Leslie finshe Winthrope} swore softly, and bit his lip. Aboard |ship, backed by Lady Bayrose and Ithe captain, he had goaded the American at pleasure. Now, how- |} to rejoin her. \S TWE PAC AUG. 14, 1916. PAGE 4. att U SAY THE ONLY KEEPS YoU FRON @NLISTING T THAT YOU CAN'T, HOOT STRAIGHT. COM® ever, the situation was reversed. “Miss Leslie, Mr. Blake,” he murmured, hoping to put an end to the aituation But Blake persisted “You see, Miss,” he said. “I knew all along you were Jenny Lasilc. | ran a survey for your dear papa when ho was manipulat ing the Q T. railroad. Meantime, suppose you two scrape some thing to eat. I'm going out to see what's left of that blamed old tub.” Surely you'll not venture to swim out #o far!" protested Win thrope. “I saw the steamer sink as we cast off.” “Looks like a mast sticking up out there. Maybe some of tho rig ging Is loose.” “But the sharks! risk your life!” ‘Cause why? in the woods will be left You must not If I do, the babes without even the robins to cover, them, poor things!” “Please, Mr. Blake, do not be #0 cruel,” sobbed Miss Lealle, her tears starting afresh. “The sun makes my head acho dreadfully and I have no hat or shade, and I'm becoming so thiraty!” “And you think you've only to wa and half a dozen stewards will come running with parasols and ice water. Neither you nor Winthrope seem to've got your eyes open. Winthrope, chase yourself over the mud, and get together a mess of fish that are not too dead Must be dozens, after the blow As for you, Miss Jenny, I guess you can pick up some reeds, and rig a headgear out of this handkerchief | |—wailt a moment Put on my coat, if you don’t want to be broiled alive thru the holes of that peek-a-boo.” “But I say, Blake—" began Win thrope. “Don't say—do!” and he started down shore. Blake walked a quarter of a mile before he reached the water's edge. rejoined Blake; the muddy There was little surf, and he paused only a few moments to peer out across the low swells before he com menced to strip Winthrope and Miss Leslie had been watching his movements; now the girl rose in a little flurry of haste, and set to gathering reeds Winthrope began strolling about !n/ search of fish It was no difficult search. marshy ound was strewn with dead seacreatures, many of which were already shrivelling and drying in the sun. He found himself near the beach and stood for half an hour or more watching the black dot far out tn the water—all that was to be seen of Blake. The American was head- ing out among the reefs. A call from Miss Leslie inter. rupted his watch, and he hastened While Winthrope was yet several yards distant, the girl began to complain to him. “I'm so thirsty, Mr, Winthrope! get me a drink!" “But, my dear Miss Leslie, pools are all sea-water. These I must say, | I'm deuced dry myself.” “Oh, I'm so thirsty! Do you think it would help {f we ate some- thing?” “Mako it all the worse. Besides, how could we cook anything?” “But Mr. Blake said to gather some fish, Had you not best—" “He can pick up all he wants. 1 shall not touch the beastly things.” Then I suppose there Is noth ing to do but wait for him,” Winthrope shrugged his shoul ders, and drew out his silver cig aret case. It was more than half full, and he was highly gratified to find that neither the clgarets nor the vesta matches In the cover had been reached by the wet “By Jove, here's luck!” claimed, and he bowed to Leslie, “Pardon me, but have no objections—" Tho girl nodded as a matter of he ex Miss if you form, and Winthrope hastened to light the clgaret already in his finger! The smoke by no means tended to lessen the dryness of his mouth, yet it put him in a reflec tive mood, and in thinking over what he had read of shipwrecked parties, he remembered that a peb- ble held in the mouth is supposed to ease one's thirst, The| Please | be sure, there was not a sign! of w pebble within miles of where| they sat; but after some reflection, {t occurred to him that one of his steel keys might do as well, At firet Mise Leslie was reluctant to try the experiment, and only the in creasing dryness of her mouth forced her to seek the promised re- Hef. Tho it failed to quench her thirst, she was agreeably surprised to find that the little fat bar of metal eased her craving to a marked degree. Winthrop now thought to rig a shade as Miss Lesiie had done, out| of reeds and his handkerchief, for the sun waa scorching his unpro- tected head. Thus sheltered, the two crouched as comfortably as| | they could upon the half-dried crest | of the hummock, and waited impa- | tiently for the return of Blake, | CHAPTER 1. The Worth of Fire | At Inst Blake was out of the water and tolling up the muddy beach to the epot where he had left his clothes, The moment he had finished dressing he came forward| at a brisk pace | As he approached, Winthrope| waved his fifth cignret at him with! languld enthusiasm: “I say, Blake, | Geuced glad the sharks did not get you | How about the steamer, Mr. Blak asked Miss Leslie, turning |to face him. | | “All under but the maintopma: jeurse it! Couldn't even get | bolt.” j “A bolt? | “Not @ bolt; and here we are as | good as naked on this infernal | Hey, you! what you doing with that| jmatch? Light your cigaret—light| it! Damnation!” | Heedless of Blake's warning cry Winthrope had struck his last vesta, and now, angry and bewildered, he stood staring while the little taper burned itself out. Blake sprang to catch {t as it dropped from between | Winthrope’s fingers. But he was }too far away. It fell among the damp rushes, spluttered, and flared | out For a moment Blake knelt, star. ing at the rushes as tho stupefied |then he sprang up before Win thrope, his bronzed face purple with anker. “Where's your any more?” he 4 Last one, I fancy and there are still two cigarets, But look here, Blake, I can’t tolerate| your talking so deucedly-—" | “You idiot! you—you— And every one for cigarets!" Blake sprang upon Winthrope| like a wild beast. His hands closed upon the Englishman's throat, and he began to shake him about | Terror-stricken, Miss Lesiie put her hands over her eyes, and began | to scream. Blake paused as tho! transfixed, and as the half-suffo. cated Englishman struggled in his | grasp, he flung him on the ground. }and turned to the screaming girl Stop that squawking!” he said You—you brute!” | “Steady, young lady! I've still) half a mind to wring his fool neck.” “But why should you be so angry? | What has he done, that you—” “Why—why? Lord! what hasn't with beasts. We've not the smell |of a gun; and now this idiot—has| | gone and thrown away our only chance—fire--and on his measly cigarets!” Blake choked with re-| turning rage. Winthrope, still panting — for breath, began to creep away, at the same time unclasping a small pen-| knife. He was white with fear; but his gray eyes glinted in a manner | that served to alter the American's mood. "That'll do,” he said. “Como here} and show me that knife.” “ll show it to you where tt will do the most good,” muttered Win thrope, rising hastily to repel the| expected attack | matchhox? nanded. yes; last one, Got ' | said) So you've got a little sand,’ Blake, almost good-naturedly, “Say | that’s not so bad. We will call {t quits on the matches. Tho how you could go and throw them away “Deuce take it, man! How should 1 kne I've never before been tn a wreck “Neither have I—this kind. But {t's quits all right, long as you don't | | supposed to know By Ames Bennet 1908, lure & A Novel A Week beecssvevrrszest sre 99 Robert Copyriamt by AC. Ml TOSFIVSSSSESS STSESS SW OOONS LETS run out of sand,” responded Blake. [not think of eating raw fish, Could I've got a hot temper, but I don't] You, Mins Leslie? i : hold grudges. Now, where's your| Minn Losite shuddered. “Ob, no and I'm so thirsty I could not eat COLYUM THK ANTISEPTIC BABY fish . we ” ‘thin, " Baa ae were all spoiled sag og ‘. you can!” replied Blake The ant pti baby and the prophy. “The wun had whrivelled them.”|“Both of you take that fish, an4|Were playing in the garden whee “And you call that spoiled!|go to chewing. It's the stuff to They bg Age od 08 ai We're like to eat them rotten be-| ease your thirat while we look for) a loathing undisguined es tore we're thru with this pienic.| water, Finnicky over clean fish, |1t wasn't disinfected, and it wasn't How about the pools?” |when you swallow canvas-back all sterilized but raw, and beef running blood!” ‘Pools? Do you know, Blake, 1 never thought of the pools. I To be v. the Japanese eat raw stopped to watch you, and then we| fish,” admitted Winthrope. were so anxious about you “Yes; and you'd swallow your Biake grunted, and turned on his! share of it if you bad an invite to heel to wade into the half-drained|a swell dinner in Tokio. Go on pool in whose midst he bad been|now, both of you. It’s no joke, I tell you. You've got to eat, if you expect to get to water before night Well, it's deposited by the hurricane. As Blake splashed thru the water. his foot struck against a living| Seo that headland south? body which floundered violently|# hundred to one we'll uot find and flashed a brilliant forked tail) water sbort of there. and if we above the muddy water Blake| make it by night, we'll be doing better than I figure from the look of these bogs. Now go to chew- That's fine, Miss sprang over the fish, which was en tangled in the reeds, and with a kick flung {t clear out upon the) That's it ground. Jenny!” A coryphene!” cried Winthrope, | Mies Leslie had forced herself to and he ran forward to stare at the| take a nibble of the raw fish, The gorgeously colored prize. |favor proved less repulsive than “Coryphene’” repeated Blake,| she had expected. and its moisture! following his example. “Good to| was so grateful to her parched mouth that she began to eat with cagerness, Not to be outdone, Win thrope promptly followed her lead. Blake had already cut himeelf a second slice. After he had cut more for his companions, he began to look them over with a closeness that proved embarrassing to Miss oat?” “Fine as salmon. a small one, but "Fifteen pounds, cried Blake, and he thrust his hand in his pocket. There was a moment's silence, and Winthrope, glancing up, saw the other staring This ts only if an ounce!” in blank dismay | Lesite: What's up?” he asked, “Here's more of the good stuff,” “Loxt my knife.” he said. “While you're chewing it “Here is my knife." | we'll sort of take stock. Every “Yes; almost big enough to whit-|hody shell out everything. Here's tle a match! Mine would have done| my outfit—threo shillings, Say, us some good have you seen my whiskey flask? “It in the best steel “Here it is, right beside me, Mr. “All right; Jet's see you cut up| Blake,” answered Miss Leslie. “But the fish.” | it is empty “But you know, Blake, I shquid| “Might be worse! What you got? not know how to go about it. I|—hairpins, watch? No pocket I pose?” ‘one; and no watch. Even most of my p are gone,” replied the never did such a thing” And you, Miss Jenny? Girls are about cooking.” 1 never cooked anythi in all) girl, and she raised ber hand to her my life, Mr. Blake, and {t's alfve| loosely ¢ i batr. and—and I am very thirsty, Mr “Well, hold on to what you've got Blake!” jleft. They may come in for fish Heavens!” commented Blake.| hooks, Now, Winthrope, what you got beside the knife?” Give me that knife!” Winthrope held out a bunch of Tho the biade was so small, the American's hand was strong. After| long flat keys and bis cigaret case. | Blake thrust the empty whiskey | »_ some little haggling, the coryphene was killed and dressed, Blake| flask into bis hip pocket, and passed washed both it and his hands in| a sling of reeds thru the gills of the the pool. and began to cut slices of| coryphene. flesh from the fish's tall | “All ready pow,” he called. “Let's He offered Winthrope two of the! get a move on. Keep my coat pleces of raw flesh. “Here's your| closer about your shoulders, Miss reakfast The trimmed piece is| Jenny, and keep your shade up, if for Mina Leslie.” | don’t want a sun-strobe.” But it's raw! Really, (Continutd In Our Next lesue) 1 could Walsh Calls Upon Rockefeller to | Give Up “Colorado Plan” as Failure! WASHINGTON, Aug. 14—Frank P. Walsh, as chairman of the committee on industrial relations, has sent a tart response to the telegram of John D. Rockefeller, jr, in which the junior oll king pleaded he had no information on the decision of the Colorado supreme court, in which the court charged the Colorado Fuel and tron Co, with prostituting the ballot. Walsh, in view of this confession of ignorance, calls on Rockefeller to abrogate the “industrial plan” for operation and government of the Colorado mines, adopted when the young capitalist was in the state last fall. “Your avowal of ignorance of the fraudulent and criminal results of your mastery in Colorado,” Walsh writes, “does not lend hope that you and your present organization will bring about better conditions. “On the contrary, the total ignorance and misunderstand. Ing which you plead, taken in connection with the abhorrent. facts which the highest court in Colorado has now condemned in public to the world, are convincin proof that you should abdi- cate that ‘imperial control,’ as the court has characterized it, and give the workers who produce your wealth their rightful opportunities of citizenship and of self-expression. Letters to the Editor ON WOMEN’S DRESS ha for the production of “The Faditor The Star: I recently read | Lure,” “War's Women,” “Undine,” an article in defense of women's |“Damaged Goods” and tons more dresa of such, which helps along the “What does it matter,” it asked|good work of woman's dress, be ‘qf a man does see an inch or two/|sides teaching our young the of a girl's ankle?” | “ropes. Now, you and I and everyone else| No man has more respect for a knows that {t is unhealthy, to say|good woman than I, but what is a the least; and putting aside de-|good woman? is a woman who cency and self respect, we all know/wears a skirt up to her knees, that the present dress is a deliber-|knowingly Inviting insulting stares ate appeal to one of the strongest |clean-minded, modest, virtuous, emotions in men—in all men.|fine? Some of us with education and} This is not a pretty letter, I ad {deals contro! it, but it is there, and | mit, It 1s Just cold, ugly truth. We all women know it. It is the rea-!know that ft is the truth. R. D. ‘counted in September and Novem- WAITRESSES ARE ber. “WAITRESSES’ LOCAL UNION, FOR POINDEXTER x0. 2. “ALICE M. LORD, er “Secretary.” Tho following message was sent to Senator Poindexter at the Dreamland rg meeting | Friday LATEST STYLES IN night by the Waitresses’ union TOMBSTONES SHOWN “Honorable Miles C. Poindexter.) CLEVELAND, Aug. 14.—The lat Dear Sir Waitresses’ local est styles in tombstones are on dis. union No, 240, of Seattle, in regular | play here today, Hundreds of retail session assembled this 11th day of monument dealers are arriving from August, sends you its heartiest/all over the country, lugging gran-| greetings, and pledges you its jite masterpleces with them. A big unanimous support in an effort to!showing of American granites and return you to the United States marbles will be made here tomor row when the National Retail Monu ment Dealers’ association meets for its annual convention, The display senate at the coming election. “We deeply regret our fnability} to be present at your meeting at the Dreamland tonight, owing to|was arranged by the United States our meeting falling on this night,/bureau of standards. Twenty thou but you can rest assured that our|sand square feet of stone comprised votes will be there when yours are the collection YouR GROCER IS RELIABLE He wants to hold your trade and tries to sell you brands he knows you will like. They aid tt wan « microbe hotbed of disease They steamed it in # vapor of a hun- | d1e4-044 degree | They froze it in @ freeser that was oid as banished hope | And washed itt ankanate with arbon np lin eulphu yérowen they steap- hey te frisky whiskers r of hard-bol | They rubber mittens | y the band jana member of the | migated band | There's not « mic in the gar- | den where ’ | They awim in pure rm @ dozen | tt | And ea ions from « hye The bunny, and the baby, and the New York Times. ee EVEN THE BEST OF US MUST SUFFER -—— Dear E. D. K.: After trying ev- erything elee, I have finally found a way to get rid of tomato bugs. I |blow cigaret smoke in their faces, —Hen House. . oe Dear E. D. K.: My son, George, |who has been taking a course in agriculture at Ohio State for the |past 14 years, is amusing himeelf | this summer by raising flowers. He has raised a beautiful flag rush.—David Harum. oe | A MOSQUITER WOULD BE LOT MORE SUCCESSFUL IF HB WENT ABOUT HIS BIZN QUIETLY. ore A California town that wants (quiet has voted to kill all its dogs. \If any California town really and | truly wants quiet, the way to get it is to kill the real estate agents. cee | Word comes from Texas that the | militiamen on the border want to ‘fight. Why don't they write to the head janitor at the courthouse? ee Sign in the window of a West Seattle residence: “Wanted—Girl to attend a baby jabout 15 years old.” ee AN APPROPRIATE PLACE FOR A BRIDAL COUPLE Mr. and Mrs. Harry F. Huff are spending their honeymoon at the sanitarium at Battle Creek, Mich. Kenosha (Wis.) News. eee A Danville, 11, man played a }piano for 54 consecutive hours. | We can believe it is possible for a man to play a piano that long, but we refuse to believe anybody could listen to him that long. oe |We Can Name a Dozen That It Might Have Been Several horses belonging to A. 8. McKinney, Girard liveryman, were stricken the other day with a strange melody.—Aledo (Ill.) Times | Record. | oe | Meadville, Pa. has longer nights than we ever should have guessed |—that is, if the Tribune-Republican | tells the truth when it says: “The greater portion of the population of jthe town got their first rest of about 10 days on Monday night.” ere Hughes’ speech,” writes F. K., “reminds me of the story of the immigrant who was met on the steamship by a Tam- many committee. | “‘What's your politics?’ he was jasked. “Candidate | Is there a government?’ the |immigrant asked | Sure.’ | ‘Then I'm agin’ it.’ ere | Editor E. D. K I went into a |store yesterday to do my Christmas shop and a clerk tried to |sell me a set of furs, But I wat |too wise to buy them. I knew they would be out of style by December, so I bought her a pair of low shoer with paper soles, a low-cut lace waist, an awning-striped cotton dress, and a palm leaf fan.—H. H. He is always ready to recommend KG Bakinc PowvER —Ask him ” PAI as with aske ste! gro" mix look