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n yT Var I3T 1iT "W"v. wm. n E JUL9 fr -. THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, MARCH 18r 1900. 7smm? .& c v i'iar Jm w ' c?B 0 Jfffl l5Nl) To Baby. Toe roly-poly mite, with big blue eyes. And silky tangled curls upon your head. It very strange to hear your words to wise, fVhero one would look for baby talk. Instead. Indeed, you ore quite surprising', through and through, From topknot to your small and sturdy feet; Tour changing moods are ever fresh and new, Now proud and haughty, now demurely sweet. A baby queen, sometimes you sit and reign "With gracious smiles a-eugar-eeepterd sway; Again, with shoulders lifted in disdain, Tou flap your short white skirts and march away. Tou've Just as many years as this short song Has verses; but those brief years are glad and fleet; "Why, many a girl has lived for twice as long "Without so many lovers at her feet. Yet, when crickets chirp and daylight ends, Tou leave the social world, and sweet and small, Tou cling with sleepy kisses to your friends, In baby mood the dearest, best of all! Lue Vernon. CRIPPLED EDDY JASMINE Bodily Misfortune Has Not Clouded the Sunshiny Disposition of a Lovable East Side Lad. Outside the -wind -whirled the snow about in blinding- gusts and threshed the leaf less branches of the trees against the house on the East Side, where two little restless boys, Richmond and Leonard, lived. Inside, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of their home, they had played and exhausted every game that their ingenuity could suggest, constantly hoping that the storm would abate, as they intended to have a fine coast down the long hill which appeared so tantaliz ing to their longing eyes. They were full of health and electric energy, restless and impatient of restraint. Very different. In deed, was their condition from that of a hopelessly crippled little boy, in another part of the East Side, concerning whom this story Is narrated. Longing; Youngsters. Richmond and Leonard stood, with noses pressed against the window pane, gazing out where the older boys were having such fun tumbling In the snow. " 'Tain't cold, an the snow'll all be gone tomorrow," walled Richmond, and Leon ard echoed his sentiments with a long drawn sigh of grief. "I think my little boys are tired and need something to rest them, so I will amuse you both as well as I can until dinner. Now, what shall we do?" said their mamma, as she came Into the room and drew up a deep, cozy chair to the blazing fire. "Oh! tell us a story; tell us a story." shouted both children at once, facing her with eyes that shone through the mist of the recently shed tears. She sat and studied a few minutes, and then the look of perplexity left her face and she said: "Yes, I will tell you a story, and a true one, about a little boy who lives right hero In this city and has not walked for eight years," and the mother looked Impressively at her boys. Now Richmond and Leonard are such active youngsters that they cannot think of anything worse than not being able to run about and play all day, so they gave instant attention to what their mam ma was going to say: Eleven Years Agro. "Some 11 years ajgo," she began, "a little child was born In South Dakota, who, as he grew older, attracted the at tention of all who knew or saw him, on account of his sweet, winsome ways and winning baby face. When 8 months old, his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jasmine, brought him to Portland. Here he passed bis babyhood much as other babies do, and was Just like them until he was 3 years of age. Then, one evening, some thing happened to him; the doctors were unable to tell what, and never since has he been able to walk or use his left hand." Here the mother was interrupted by Richmond, who was listening Intently to her story. With his voice trembling he Bald: "Mamma, mamma, couldn't the little boy do nothing all day but Just sit in the house? "What did he do?" "Just wait, Richmond," answered mam ma, "and I will tell you all I know about him. I saw him, the other day. at the "Williams-Avenue School, In Alblna, and he was as cheerful and contented as if he could Join In all the games which his Echoolmates were having. His teacher EDDY JASMINE said that the boys helped and took care of him, and that his patience and good nature had made friends of them alL The teacher one day told the children about Eddy (that Is his name), and asked how many would take care of him and carry him about if he catno to the school. How many do you think responded?" The two boys eyed their mother thought fully and, after some minutes, Leonard answered: "Did three or four boys say yes?" Every Boy in School. "Oh, no!" cried mamma; "why, my dear, every boy in the room sprang to his feet, and from them the teacher chose eight boys to act as body-guard for little, crippled Eddy. His brother hauls him to school In a little red and blue wagon, and. all day long, the boys of his class look after him and run errands for him." "Who told you about Eddy?" asked Richmond. "I saw him at the school." replied his ' mamma, "and he had such a sweet, cheer ful face that I asked his teacher about him. Then I went to see his mother, and she told me how Eddy spent his time at home. At school and everywhere else, the boys picked him up and carried him about, when they wanted to go to places where they couldn't take the wagon; but at home Eddy prefers to get about by him self, so he crawls all over the house, and not at a slow rate either, for he can crawl almost as fast as you little boys can run. He can amuse his two small brothers, too, when the mother is busy with the work of putting the tiny cottage, where they live, in order." Here the two little boys, although they have been told that It is impolite to in terrupt, became excited again and broke Into their mamma's story with questions as to how Eddy could do anything to amuse two babies, when he had only one useful hand and could not walk. Makes Boats and Toys. "Well," answered the mother, "Eddy Is a faithful little fellow and delights in helping other people, because they help him; so he has learned to whittle out boats and toys for his brothers, with his knife. He especially likes to make boats, and many a full-rigged ship has found its way into a Christmas stocking. Eddy, in some way known only to himself, man ages to hold the wood firmly with his paralyzed left hand, while he shapes It in to whatevertoy he wishes to make with his right hand. "It Is a source of great grief to Eddy that his mother has to work so hard, for she has five small children to look after and is a delicate little woman. Eddy tells her that If he could walk then she would have nothing to do at all, for he would build all the fires and do all the hard work. But his mamma tells him she will not mind the hard work, if he studies hard at school and gets a good education, for then he can do some kind of work with which to help himself. This is Just what Eddy is trying to do, and so he studies hard at his books.. The happiest hours of the day to him are those spent at school." An Atrial Good Boy. Richmond murmured softly, under his breath, "He must be an awful good little boy to like to go to school." Then mam ma went on with her story. "On Saturday," she continued, "Eddy's brother, who has had constant charge of the little cripple since he was only 5 years old, hauls him in his wagon, accompanied by a shouting crowd of boys, to an Eng lish mission school. Eddy is a very re ligious little fellow, too. and spends nearly the whole of Sunday at services." Here the story ended, and both the boys asked, In one breath: "Is that all?" The mother assented, and then watched, with fond eyes, for a few minutes the graceful movements of her own boys as she breathed a prayer of gratitude that they were possessed of strong, sturdy limbs. This story was written for the purpose of attracting public attention to a bright, unfortunate little boy, and In the hope that some philanthropic person may be touched by his condition and provide the means for his education. A hopeless crip ple, his condition excites the sympathy of every one who visits the Williams-Avenue School. His cheerfulness; his patience, as he watches other boys at play. In which he cannot himself Indulge; his bright smile. In response to those who address him, and his longing for the improvement of his mind, make an appeal more power ful than the most polished sentences. ALICE M. WELLS. PLAY FIRE EXGIXE. Two Younjr Inventors Blovr Them selves Up "With a Coal (Ml Can. Howard and Tommy Smith were cousins who lived near each other In Valley City. They played together every day, and their mothers said: "What mischief one couldn't think of, the other was sure to remember." Tney were not bad boys, but fun was the chief end of their exis tence from their point of view, and they were not too particular as to the ways and means of enjoying themselves. One day there came to Valley City a "brand-new fire engine, all shining with nickel and brass a eight to set all the small boys wild, especially when the fire men took it out for drill. To be a fire man, with the privilege of handling such an engine must be the happiest lot on earth. Howard and Tommy had not even a toy engine to "make believe" with. But they did not despair of "getting up" something that would steam and whistle. . So they hunted up an empty five-gallon coal-oil can; filled It about two-thirds full IX HIS WAGON. of water, through a small hole, and set It on a big fire. Made Steam All Right. With all the pleasure of Inventors they presently heard the water boll, and saw the steam pour out of the hole. And now. If It would only whistle, for that, after all, was the great point of the whole affair what was most to be desired. "I'll tell you what's the matter," said Tommy, "the water don't boll fast enough. We'll plug up the hole and make a bigger fire, and I'll bet she'll whistle all right." j Tommy spoke with the knowing .air of 8 and 18. They don't believe; they slm- M- ply know things much "better than any one can Inform them. When two or more boys play together one Is sure to be "boss." Howard trotted around obediently, gathering chips, loose board? from back fences and some of his mother's nice kindling wood. Soon the fire blazed fiercely, and the water fairly roared In the can. Tommy and Howard hovered over the can. enjoying the warmth, as the Fall air was chilly. And they listened every mo ment for the shrill whistle when the plug should pop out of the hole. But no whistle came. Instead thereof, however, there came an explosion, with 1 1,1 J I ' I PWM ii.. $ m, V. tn the loudest noise the boys had ever heard In all their lives. Boys can't get too much noise, for noise is fun. But, oh! what a dreadful, smarting sen sation went right along with Tommy and Howard's fun! They were covered with scalding water and their faces and hands were badly burned. It was even thought that Tommy's eyes were destroyed, but fortunately this turned out to bo a mis take. The boys were carried off the field In opposite directions by friends and neigh bors. The doctor was sent for, and it was weeks before they were able to try further Inventions. It was a nine-days' wonder among tho elders that "the little rascals weren't killed," while the small fry discussed the affair with all the gusto of youth, and were "awful glad 'twasn't them." And that, to be sure, was very much after the manner of the world of older folks who. If disaster must come, vastly prefer It for tho "other fellow." MARY C. BELL. HAD A GRIEVANCE. Story of a Boy, a String:, His Chum and Little Louie. "Well," said the boy, reflectively, chew ing some home-made taffy as ho looked Into the face of the policeman, "yen spoilt me flshln' trip fer mo wen yeh pulled dat 'ere string last night dat was hang in' frm me winder. Yeh see, I tol me fr'end I would let a string hang fr'm me winder so w'en he woke early 'n de morn in he could kum to me house, pull de string, wake me up an' I would go a'flsh in on the Ice wid him. Up 'n bed I tied do string to me right hand an' hung de string out er de winder an' went ter sleep. Me lltle brudder Louie, who I sleep wid. got mixed w'th the string on me hand an' putty soon he had It curled 'bout free times 'round his neck. "Well, 'bout hav past four 'n de morn In' me fr'end kim t me house an pulled do string, an soon was chokln llttel Louie Louie kinder woke up an kicked me so dat I thot It was a robber an called fer me maw. W'en maw kim up she saw llttel Louie chokln. Maw den cut de string an' saved llttel Louie's life. Den yeh pulled me fr'end who was pull in de rope, fer a robber, 'cause yeh thot he was robbln' our house. In do mornin' me maw saw de string 'round me hand an warmed me up for de day. I'll bet I'll never hang 'nother string out de winder. But anyway, yew policemen is always 'round when yer not wanted." Detroit Free Press. BLIND MAX'S BUFF. Jts Origin French and of Very Great Antiquity. Blind man's bun is of French origin and of very great antiquity, having been Introduced Into England in the train of the Norman conquerors. Its French name, "Colin Malilard," was that of a brave warrior, the memory of whose ex ploits still lives in the chronicles of the Middle Ages. In the year 999 Liege reckoned among its valiant chiefs one Jean Colin. He ac quired the name Malilard from his chosen weapon being a mallet, wherewith In baU tic he used literally to crush his oppo nents. V In one of the feuds, which were of per petual recurrence In those times he en countered the Count de Touraln in a I pitched battle, and, so the story runs, in the first onset Colin Halliard lost both his eycB. He ordered his esquire to take him into the thickest of the fight, and, furiously brandishing his mallet, did such fearful cxeoutlon that victory soon declared It self for him. When Robert of France heard of this feat of arms he lavished favor and honors upon Colin, and so great was the fame of the exploit that is was com memorated In the pantomime represen tation that formed part of the rude dramatic performances of the age. By degrees the children learned to act It THE BOY, THE STOCKINGS AND THE for themselves, and It took the form of a familiar sport. The blindfolded pursuer, as, with ban daged eyes and extended hands, he gropes for a victim to pounce upon, In some-degree repeats the action of Colin Malilard. the tradition of which is also traceable in the name of blind man's buff. j SAVED BY BIRDS. Steamship "Warned of Danger hy the j Cries of Myriad Sea Fovrl. We loaded coal at Cape Breton, one of the wildest and most Inhospitable spots In North America, and on January 24 we weighed anchor and steamed slowly out xv. Canse nnu Result. to sea in the face of weather conditions which, to say the least, were alarming. That night the gale Increased In fury until it blew at the rate of sixty miles an hour," said Captain Henreksen. of the Norwegian steamer Panan at Phil adelphia, to a reporter of that city re cently. "Its direction changed also, to make it I1L t matters worse, and blew on shore. This j part of the Atlantic Coast has been but imperfectly surveyed, and, almost as soon I as night closed in, we were in doubt as ! to our exact location. The lead was cast I for several hours and varying depths I were recorded. Toward eight bells we J were in seventy fathoms, ample room j under the keel, and, concluding that we ! were off the shoals, the speed was ln j creased. "While moving along at an eight-knot I speed on a course west by southwest txub with the assurance that the land was n& j more to oppose us. the man on the look out forward suddenly heard a confusion EELS. New York Mall and Express. of sounds resembling the humming of millions of bees. The headway of the ves sel was at once checked, and then the noise resolved itself into the voices of fcirds. It was an immense volume of chirping and rustling of wings, which could be heard distinctly above the roar of the storm. In the succeeding moments of fear and doubt the Panan was allowed to drift, while we sought anxiously to pierce the Intense gloom of the night. Then the motion became easier and the anchor was dropped. "When morning broke an astonishing Epcctacle greeted us. Scarcely a quarter of a mile away was an Immense towering rock, which, had the vessel struck It, would have dashed her to fragments In an Instant. Stranger than all. the vast granite pile was Inhabited by myriads of white birds which reposed on its bar ren pinnacles and fluttered about the lone ly apex. It was their warning crlea. re sounding through the night, which had saved the steamer." One of the sailors would have tried a shot at the birds, but Captain Henreksen would not permit it. simply as a matter of sentiment. He recognized the birds as of the species termed bossum. which in great numbers frequent the rocky New foundland headlands In the winter season. The Birds of Soleure. Thrifty the folk In the town of Soleure, And they steadily ply their fathers' trade; Froud are they, too, that, year after year. The watchea and clocks of the world they have made. Click go the seconds, kllng go the hours. In the town of Soleure the time Is well kept! Every new steel they cut and trim, 'While into the street the filings are swept. Only waste metal, unfit for use; But It catches the sunshine and glitters still And what are these thrushes doing there. Each with a scrap of steel In Its bill? Tho watchmaker's boy has paused with his brocm. And he follows the birds with a boy's keen eye; Their secret he learns, and whither they go, In the leafy tent of yon linden high! Their secret he guards the Springtime through. And he smiles when he hears the young ones call; "Never had blrdllngs a cradle like theirs Surely to them can no harm befall!" "When the leaves are lying and birds are flown, 'Tls out on the linden bough he swings The fearless lad that he Is and thence A wonderful nest of steel he brings! It yet may be seen In the town of Soleure, To enow how the skill of the birds began At the point where human skill fell short; For they used what was waste in the hands of man. Our Dumb Animals. MYSTIFYING PARLOR TRICK. Way of Causing; Coin to Disappear In Glass of "Water. A mystifying trick for parlor enter tainment is to cause a half-dollar piece to apparently melt In a goblet of water held in the hand of any member of a company. All that Is seen Is the glass of water, the coin and a large white hand- kerchief (preferably silk). In addition to these articles, the performer requires a piece of glass the size and thickness of , the coin. Select some person, preferably a girl or woman, to hold the glass of water. Take the coin and hold It con spicuously between the thumb and first finger of the right hand, first concealing the piece of gloss in the palm of the ' ' .1)1 B I W- same hand. From the nature of the glass It is easily concealed, and dexterity in palming is not necessary. Then throw the handkerchief over the right hand, and while under cover change the half-dollar for the glass disc, which can be easily done by keeping up a brisk conversation to distract attention. After having switched the pieces, with draw the hand, retaining the coin therein, and let the lady grasp the piece under the handkerchief, which she Imagines Is the coin, but which Is really the glass piece. Then cover the tumbler with the folds of the handkerchief and ask the lady to drop the "coin." It will be distinctly heard to fall In the glass. Then say "presto" and ask the lady to remove the handkerchief from the tumbler and the coin will have disappeared. The water can be emptied from the tumbler and the suction will cause the glass disc to remain at the bottom, where it will be entirely Invisible. This trick can be elaborated by having the coin previously marked for future Identification, and after the handkerchief has been removed and the water emptied disclose the original coin In some dis tant place. CONCERNING BRER RABBIT. Hovr He Acquired a Cleft Lip His "Weather Instinct. Scientifically there is a distinction be twixt rabbits and hares. To the lay mind they are much the same. Both are grass eaters, afraid of their own shadows, with short tails, soft fur and deeply-cleft up per lias. This Is how the colored folk account foi the cleft. In the beginning, they say, ac cording to the Philadelphia Inquirer, the Lord made the rabbit near the first of his creating, and set him to watch other things as they were made. After a while- he formed the moon, gild ed it beautifully, and set It up beside a tree to dry. The rabbit had charge of it, but fell nodding and let Brer Fox slip in and begin licking off the gold. This an gered the Deity, who flung his stick at the sleepy-head, with such force it burled Itself In his upper lip. Then, by way of punishment. It was ordained that the maTk should descend through all the rabbit gen erations. The dark places on the moon, of course, are the marks of Brer Fox's tongue. Snowfall develops in Brer Rabbit a curious weather instinct. If he hop3 about, browsing and frisking, you may be sure there will come but a very few Inches; If he crouches snug in a grasstuft, then look out for at least a foot. As he crouches, he moves gently back and forth, now a little on this side, now on that. Thus he shapes for himself a snow-chamber a little bigger than his own body. By and by the deepening snow arches It over, but his warm breath melts a tiny hole in the roof, thus preventing suffoca tion. Sometimes it is two days before the furry occupant leaves this refuge. By that time the snow Is commonly crusted over hard enough to bear his weight. When snow lies thus, rabbit-hunters look close for the breathing holes. Once found, there are two ways open. One. the pothunter's. Is to fall flat upon the hole and grab Brer Rabbit as he bursts up through the snow, swing him thrice around above the head, and then knock out his brains. The other, the sports man's, is to rout out the cottontail but give him a chance for his life, never slip ping a dog in chase until ho has a fair 30 yards start. Both are practiced so suc cessfully every snow winter that It is a slothful farmhouse. Indeed, anywhere In the rabbit country, which does not have rabbits by the dozen to broil or stew or smother. SOLD BOOKS FOR A LIVIXG. Distinguished Men "Who Canvassed for Popnlar Books. Napoleon Bonaparte, when a poor Lieu tenant, took the agency for a work en titled "L'HlstoTle de la Revolution." In the foyer of the great Palace of the Louvre, can be seen today the great Em peror's canvassing outfit, with the long list of subscribers he secured. George Washington, when young, can vassed around Alexandria, Va.. and sold over 200 copies of a work entitled "By dell's American Savage." Mark Twain was a book agent. Longfellow sold books by subscription. Jay Gould, when start ing In life, was a canvasser. Daniel Webster paid his second term's tuition at Dartmouth by handling De Tocquevllle's "America," In Merrimac County, New Hampshire. General U. S. Grant canvassed for Irvlng's "Columbus." James G. Blaine began life as a canvasser for a "Life of Henry Clay." Bismarck, when at Heidelberg, snent a vacation In canvassing for one of BltmTen bach's handbooks. Insects Get Drunk. Bumble bees, flle3, butterflies and bee tles are habitual drunkards. If the state- MARY'S LITTLE PERCH. Mary had a little perch "Which walked upon Its fins; The spinal process on Its back Stuck out like Javelins. ments of a certain Dr. Weir are to b believed. He found that In some of the Southern States these Insects alight on certain plants (Kosmos dLverslfollus and Kosmcs biplnnatus), drink heartily from the callxes of the blossoms, fall prostrate on the ground, and after a while rise Into the air and fly around like mad. Just as drunken men would do If they could fly. Dr. Weir collected the pollen of" these plants, half a teaspoonful, to see whether it would affect a man In the same way. He swallowed this, and, after 15 minutes, found that his pulse beat faster and that there was a slight rise In the temperature of his body. Then he gathered the blos soms, distilled them In water and admin istered a hypodermic Injection In his left arm. Almost immediately the pulse was accelerated, and after a half hour ha felt decidedly dizzy. By this observation of the Insects Dr. Weir was led to the dis covery of an etherizing oil In these plants affecting man and insect alike. Lesson In Anatomy, , How many bones In the human face? Fourteen, when they are all la place. How many bones In the human head? Eight, my child, as I've often said. How many bones in the human ear? Pour In each, and they help to hear. How many bones In the human spine? Twenty-four, like a climbing vine. How many bones In the human cheat? Twenty-four ribs, and two of the rest. How many bones In the shoulders bind! Two In each one before, one behind. How many bones in the human arm? In each arm one: two In each forearm How many bones In the human wrist? Eight In each, if none are missed. How many bones In the palm of the haa&t Five In each, with many a band. How many bones In the fingers ten? Twenty-eight, and by joints they bend. How many bones In the human hip? One In each, like a dish they dip. ' T How many bones In the human thigh? One In each, the knee-pan. pleas. How many bones In the leg from the knee? Two In each, we can plainly see. How many bones In the ankle strong? Seven In each, but none are long. How many bones In the ball of the foot? Five In fach. as the palms are put. How many bones in the toes, half a score? Twenty-e'ght. and there are no more. Philadelphia Inquirer. Insects ns Illuminants. In certain part3 of America, chiefly In Mexico and Brazil, phosphorescent insects are collected in the forests, placed in a bunch in big cages suspended from, the ceiling and used by the people as a lu mlnant. Moreover, Creole women make use of them to Increase the splendor of their toilet. They are attached by' tiny chains or shreds of silk to the garments and hair of the women, the effect In dark places being particularly striking and beautiful. The pets are kept In wire cages, as in Japan, and have to be bathed twice a day and fed on fragments of sugar cane. The sportive instinct of many insects Is remarkable, and those wfflch show the most spirit are frequently utilized as a means of betting by the male portion of the population. Races are run by hid eous tarantulas, and frequently fearful fights result, not only between the in sects, but between those who are staking" money on their progress. Alvrays in a Hurry. I know a little maiden who Is always la a hurry; She races through her breakfast to bo In time for school; She scribbles at her desk In ft hasty sort of flurry: And comes home in a breathless whirl that fills the vestibule. She hurries through her studying, ens hurries through her sewing. Like an engine at high pressure, as If leisure were a crime; She's always In a scramble, no matter where she's going. And yet would you believe It? she never U In time! It seems a contradiction until you know the reason: But I'm. sure you'll think It simple, as I do, when I state That she never has been known to begin a thing in season. And she's always In a hurry because she starts too late. McCall's Magazine. Cross-Word Enigma, My first Is in throw, but not in toss. My second is in Edna, but not in Flor ence. My third is in divide, but not in separate. My fourth Is in open, but not in shut. My fifth is in river, but not in lake. My sixth Is in fellow, but not in com panion. My seventh Is In glove, but not In mitt. My eighth Is In Jersey, but not in. New ark. My ninth is in New York, but not la Chicago. My tenth Is in you, but not In them. My eleventh is In valentine, but not la picture. My twelfth Is In eels, but not in fish. My thirteenth Is in silver, but not in tin. My fourteenth is In shoe, but not in hat. My whole Is a series of noted books. Value of Gentle Voice. What an influence, writes Julia Mars den, in McCall's Magazine, the woman with a voice "soft, gentle and low" has over those around her, and how careful should she be to use this power aright, for power It is. both for good and for evil! Even the gentle word, when Bpoken in a tone that Is harsh, loses much of Its gentleness, the soft speech that turns away wrath, when uttered in a shrill voice, loses half Its strength. The charm of a woman's sweet voice will She put a. noose about Its tall , And tied It very tight; But Mr. Perch bit oft the string And waddled out of eight. -Arthur La yard In London Ladles' Field. remain to her long after her beauty has been stolen by the band of Time; will return to the memory of those who ars far away from Its sound and Its Influ ence, as does the echo of some tuneful old song, and will, even when stilled by the touch of death, linger "long after it is heard no more" in the hearts of thosa who knew and loved Its every tone. Enigma a. I am composed of sixteen letters My 3 4 8 12 13 6 Is a delicious fruit. My 2 11 5 10 4 Is a number. My 4 8 10 past tense of a verb meaning ts hasten." My 7 11 12 14 2 4 one of the seasons. My 8 15 16 Is a boy. My whole la one of the Presidents. n