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THE SUNDAY OREQ0NIAN, PORTLAND, , ATJGUS? 21, 190.
SHORT HISTORY OF LITTLE JUMBO
The Thrilling Adventures of an Elephant
. as Told by Himself f M M M
Chapter II.
r HEN I was a year old I was about
the size o a circus pony, though
much heavier, and my mother no
longer gave me any attention. Sometimes
I -wandered through the forest In company
with four or five other elephants, and
sometimes we gathered In a herd number
ing as high as" fifteen.
It would have been a very lazy life in
deed but for the dangers. Some days wo
would travel 20 miles, feeding as we went,
and again, when we had found a place to
our liking, we would rest for a whole
week.
There were always many white hunters
In the forest, and the natives were always
planning how to trap us, and I had many
a fright before my flr3t adventure came.
One day, when the herd was resting in
the forest where food was plentiful, and
we had not been alarmed for several days,
I started out by myself to get a drink
at a pool about a mile away. Two male
elephants were acting as guards of our
herd, and had either one known of my
purpose he would have called me back,
but I sneaked away as a boy often does
and It happened that no one missed me.
This was the first time I had ever got
away from the herd, and I felt quite
proud as I wandered along the path. I
reached the pool all right, but after I
had quenched my thirst I did not turn and
go back as I should have done.
I stood there and sucked up water In
my trunk and squirted it about, and I
was having a happy time of it when all
at once I ecented a lion. Before could
turn to run way, the beast, who had
crept up through the grass and bushes to
within ten feet of me, was on my head.
He was a full-grown lion, and the weight
(of his body as he sprang almost tumbled
me over. He began biting and clawing
savagely, and the pain was something
awful.
I remember that my mother had told
me to rush through the thick forest in
case a lion eprang upon my head, and
away I went. The limbs and bushes soon
brushed the beast off, but he leaped upon
me acain from behind.
I dropped down and rolled over, hoping
to crush him. but he was too quick for me.
"When I scrambled up I found a second
Hon ready to assist the first and then I
trumpeted to the herd for help.
Both beasts now attacked me, but while
I fought them I heard my friends coming.
The first to arrive was one of the bull
elephants, and with his trunk be seized
the Hon who was clawing and biting at
my back and dashed him against a tree
and broke every bone In his body.
The other beast fled, and though the
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fiC BECAIf SITING AND (FLAWmG msmGEEY-
elephants went crashing about and hunt
ing for him for half an hour, he could
not be found.
My hide was yet tender, as I was only
a little over a year old, and the lion had
bitten and clawed me in a terrible way.
I not only had that pain to endure, but
one of the bull elephants gave mo a good
mauling with his trunk as further pun
ishment for my foolishness.
When he had struck me a dozen hard
blows, he ald:
"You deserve to have your ribs broken
for being so foolish. Have you not been
told a hundred times never to wander
away from the herd? Had we not been
within all the Hons would have, finished
you in ten mlnutea more. If you ever
break the rule again we will beat you to
death."
I was then conducted to a spot beyond
the pool, where the ground was very soft,
and ordered to He down, that the cool
mud might take the pain out of my hurts.
It was two days before I got out of my
muddy bed, and it was a full month be
fore my wounds were healed.
On my trunk today are two long scara
made by the lion's claws. It was a good
lesson to me; and one to last me a full
year, and yet I did a moro foolish thing
than that after a time.
Some boys are prudent and careful.
while others are heedless and headstrong
and always getting Into trouble. It Is
so with young elephants. I am sure
I was one of the heedless sort, and even,
now Pete often tells me that I get Into
trouble because I am Inclined to rush
Into things instead of stopping to think.
The herd did, not move very far until
I was nearly recovered, and then one
morning we got a bad scare. It was an
hour after daylight, but some of us had
not yet risen to our feet after lying down
foi the night, when there was a sudden
yelling and shouting of natives close at
hand.
Guns were fired, bells rung and drums
beaten, and In a minute we were all wild
with fear all but "the oldest bull ele
phant. He trumpeted for us to come to
him, and 3s we gathered around him, he
said:
"There are white hunters In the open
ground to the west of us. The natives
are to the east, and they are making all
this noise to drive us out where tho
hunters can shoot us down. Now, then, I
shall take the lead and break through the
line of natives. You must follow me In
single file. Do not stop for anything. If
you can strike a man with your trunk
as ypu pass along, do so. "We will break"
through and gain the dense forest on top
of the hill, and there we will be 6afe.
All ready, now, and here we go!"
We started with a rush, I being the
very last one, and In my next chapter I
will tell you of several things that hap
pened, one, of which will be sure to make
you laugh heartily.
(To be continued.) ,
PUZZLE CORNER.
Answer to Age Puzzle.
(1) . Hom-age.
(2) . Foil-age.
(3) . Carrl-age. . ,
(4) . Assu-age. ,
(5) . Pres-age.
(6) . For-age.
(T). Bond-age. " .
(8). Umbr-age. '
WITCH WHO WAS NOT THOROUGH
" " ' How Other Magicians Fooled
Her Into Riding a Broomstick
Answer to Curtailed Words.
(1) . Lad-y. "
(2) . Cub-a.
(3.) Qult-o.
(4) . Borne-o.
(5) . Tour-a.
(0). Wonn-g.
The Very Hard Search for Fleeting Content
Allegory of the Seventh Son of a Billionairer
NCE upon a time there was a seven-
times billionaire, who had six sons.
After he had educated them for
their high stations in life and given them
all the money they could desire, he
wished for a. seventh son, because, as he
said, "I have seven billions of dollars.
and it Is highly appropriate that I should
have seven 'sons."
One day as he sat in his office watch
ing his clerks carrying money around in
bushel baskets, his telephone bell rang,
and when he asked "Who is it?" in the
unkind voice which everybody uses when
talking into a telephone, a silvery voice
answered:
"A. fairy!"
"Nonsense!" answered the seven-times
billionaire, angrily.
"No, Indeed," said the silvery voice. "Go
right home and you will find that you.
have a seventh son. It Is my gift."
The seven-times billionaire immediately
hurried home in Ills brass and aluminum
automobile', and, sure enough, there was
a pretty little blue-eyed son, and every
body in the house congratulated him.
When the day for the christening ar
rived a great company had gathered from
far and near. It was a carefully selected
company, great as it was. Nobody of a
rank less than that of Captain of Indus
try was there, and most of them were
Brigadier-Generals, and even Major-Gen-erals.
Away in front in the best seats sat
all the Kings from Chicago and New
York and Philadelphia and everywhere
else.
Everybody had a present for the seventh
eon. The Diamond King had a valise full
of diamonds of the first quality. The sec
retary of the Ink King presented a pink
catfn basket full of golden Inkstands. The
Candy King had sent a special train with
a special locomotive full of the best mixed
candy for him. Even the Watermelon
King was there, and he brought a deed
of gift for all the melons that the seventh
son could eat In one day.
Just as the dignified joy was at its
solemnest height, the footman announced
seven strange and uninvited guests, who
would not send their names in.
They were a strange company of guests,
Indeed. Five of them were beautiful as
the morning, with garments so rich that
even the Bessemer Queen herself couldn't
compare with them. But the other two
were quite different. One of them was
a gnarled, brown-'faced, brown-listed old
man with a wooden leg, and the other
was an old, wrinkled woman dressed in
a, plain cotton gown.
"We have come to bring your son pres
ents," said the most beautiful one of all.
"I am Luxury. If you will let me touch
his forehead he will never be without
me."
"And I am Health," said the tallest.
"If you will let me kiss him, he will
grow up strong and no ills can touch
him."
"Come in, come in," said the delighted"
seven times billionaire. And he rubbed
his hands as the third one advanced and
said, "I am Wealth. Let me touch his
eyes." And the fourth one said, "If I
touch his cheek he will be beautiful.
For I am Beauty." The fifth one was
Success, and again the seven times bil
lionaire bowed Joyously and Invited them
in. -
"But who are your companions? salcf
he, looking superciliously at the old
woman and the man with the wooden leg.
"They must speak for themselves," said
the five beauties, sweeping through the
portals, "and you must decide for your
self." "I am Content," said the old woman,
bowing humbly. "And this is my brother
Work."
"I like your Impudence," said the seven
times billionaire. "What usg do you sup
pose the seventh son of a seven times
billionaire is ever going, to have for your
miserable gifts? If you were not so ut
terly unpresentable I would let you take
a peep at tho presents that have been
brought for him, so that you might learn
something. As it If, my footmen will
show you the door."
"Very well," said Content, "but remem
ber that I call on mankind only once.
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"Woul J ryku -rather liear. Sea-Lion IiowJino,
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- N&rgmtL.WilUte,
After that he who wishes for me must
hunt far and wide and may still fall to
discover me."
So saying, Work and Content went
down the marble steps, while Beauty,
Health, Success, Wealth and Luxury gave
their gifts to the seventh son and ex
changed elegant and high-class compli
ments with the Kings and Generals and
Captains.
The seventh son grew up tall and strong
and handsome. It was easy to see that
the fairy gifts were his, for whatever
he did was successful.
When his father died and left him his
wealth it grew in his hands without a
single effort from him. He built himself
palaces in every place that pleased his
fancy and surrounded himself with all
that he wished, and still his riches were
greater every day.
But by the time he was 25 years old
he began to wish for something. At first
he did not even know that It was a
wish. He knew only that something
troubled him, and as he had never fell
trouble before it made him most unhappy.
He thought that perhaps he was ill, so
he sent for the family physician, who, of
course, was the greatest physician in the
country.
The great physician prodded him re
spectfully, tapped his chest with, solici
tude, and listened to his heart solemnly.
"You are sound as a bell," said he at
last. "I will give you a little something
for your liver, and we'll see how that will
make you feel."
The seventh son took the little some
thing for his -liver, but it didn't make
him feel a bit happier.-
So he discharged his cook and hired the
one who had been cooking for the Czar
ot Russia. But it made no difference
Then all at once, one day. he discovered
what was the matter with him was that
he was wishing for something. But he
didn't know what it was, and no matter
how hard he thought he couldn't even
guess.
So. having tried physicians and secre
taries and cooks in vain, he sought out
the old professor who had taught him in
college.
The old man listened, nodding his white
head at intervals. When the seventh son
had finished his story tie said:
"My son, you have wealth and health
and all else that heart can desire except
one thing. And that one thing is some
thing that no money can purchase. It is
content.
"Is that all?" thought the seventh son
to himself. "Well. I guess I can find
that"
So he lumped Into his swiftest steam
yacht and sped away out on the flashing-
sea, beyond the purple capes, toward the
rim of the world. There, swinging up
and down, up and down In the great
rollers were the fishing smacks. The
men in them had faces cut by the wind
and hands made sore by the brine, and
they never knew when they went out If
they should see land and heme again.
But they were laughing and singing
while they swung, and as the shining
wet fish came over the sides they ap
peared happier than the seventh son had
been in many long days.
"I am looking for Content," he cried
to them. "Surely she Is with you."
The fishermen looked at the gleaming.
stately white yacht and ceased their sing
ing. They looked at the luxury of cab
ins and decks and ceased their laughing.
Then they stared at him while, the eldest
fisherman answered bitterly:
"What! Do you expect men to be con
tented when they must wrest poor wages
as we do from the sea, while others, like
you, speed over it as a pleasure ground?"
The seventh son sighed and turned hJs
prow homeward. He jumped into his
swiftest automobile and drove It criss
cross over the land. He went so .fast
that the burgomasters of 17 towns met
In conclave with the common councils of
14 others anl passed laws against him.
Fast as he sped he could never over
take Content. He stopped at palaces and
said, "Surely she Is here." But the own
ers always answered, "We cannot be con
tent till we are as rich as you."
He heard a ploughman singing as he
went along the furrows. But when he
stopped to ask him if he knew Content,
the song was hushed and the ploughman
said, "I thought I did, but now I know
that I am a miserable wretch who Is
destined to drive the heavy plow while
luckier people dash through the world in
idleness."
The seventh son saw a mother petting
her three children. And she looked so
happy as she gazed at them that he said
to himself, "Surely Content dwells here."
But when he, approached and the moth
er saw his elegance, she sighed and said,
Alas, poor ' folk have no business to
have children."
He found a mountaineer who sat on a
rock gazing over the world with such
placid eyes that the seventh son felt cer
tain that his quest had ended at last.
"Content is with you, is she not?" he
asked.
The mountaineer looked at him cheer
fully and said, "Yes." But the next in
stant he-rubbed his hands over his brow
and added, "At least she would be if I
did not know that the riches of the world
are so unequally distributed."
When he left the mountaineer he came
to a tramp dirty and foul lylnsr . half
asleep In the sun by the side of the
road. And when he asked him the
question, the tramp answered, "Yes, I
am content."
The seventh son shuddered and fled.
"If there Is where Content dwells," said
he, "I want none of her."
But ho couldn't get over wishing for
ner for all that. So he jumped- into his
swiftest special train, but the train was
not swift enough to catch her.
"You must make me a swifter .loco
motive," he cried to hl3 locomotive
builders and engineers. )
They built him the swiftest engine
that had ever been made, but still It
was not swift enough.
"I see," said the seventh son angrily,
"that I shall have to build one myself,"
Immediatley he sat down at a desk and
began to draw plans. And after, the
plans were finished he carried them to
his machine shops himself to explain
them to the workmen.
Day after day he went to the noisy, hot.
dirty shops, and before long he was so
interested that he put on overalls every
day and worked over forges and lathes
till he was ready to drop with fatigue
But he was too proud to let the workmen
see It. and so he labored as long and
hard as that every day.
"You are getting to be as skillful as any
locomotive-builder In the place," said the
old, one-legged foreman to him one day
It made him feel prouder than he had ever
felt before In his life.
. At last the wonderful new locomotive
was finished. Shining and immense, full
of vast power, she stood in the round
house. Grouped about her were experts
from everywhere, who talked learnedly
about economy of combustion and feed
and speed centers.
But the seventh son, standing by the
side of the old foreman, looked at the
locomotive and thought: "How very
strange! Now that I have built a loco
motive fast enough to find Content I do
not -seem to be anxious for her at all.
The old man and he climbed into the
cab of the great locomotive and she
slipped softly out of the yard and into the
open country. Her mighty wheels went
around as If they were running on velvet.
She took the switches like a vaulting
horse.
Sitting close to the old foreman, the sev
enth son told him why he had built her;
"But," said he, "now that she Is fin
ished, strange to say, I do not feel at
all anxious to pursue Content."
The old foreman smiled. "That Is be
cause you have foundMier," said he.
"I do believe you are right," said the
seventh son, clapping his hands. "But
how and where? I have been so busy over
this locomotive for the past half year
that 1 have had no time to look for her."
"I will tell you," said the old man, "as
soon as we have taken on water here."
The locomotive stopped at a little way
station In a ravine. While she was
drinking, the seventh son looked out and,
lying by the side of the track, asleep In
filth, lay the same tramp whom he had
seen once before.
He said to the old foreman, "That tramp
there once told me that he knew Con
tent," !
"That creature?" said the old man con
temptuously. "He- never saw Content.
He knows only Non-Ambition, a low cheat
who masquerades as Content, but can de
ceive only lazy persons."
"How did I find Content?" asked the
seventh son.
"Look at me!" said the old man. The
seventh son looked and saw, as he had
often seen before, a gnarled, brown-faced,
brown-fisted old man with a wooden leg;
but he noticed, as he had not noticed be
fore, that the very spirit of calmness and
strength and certainty seemed to shine
from the simple figure.
"I called to bring you a gift," said the
old man, "when you were born; but your
father refused It. Now you have won It
for yourslf, and through It you have found
what you have been seeking. I am work,
and only those who first find me can find
Content.' JULIUS MULLER.
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A PRETTY PEASANT GHtXi LIFTED HER HEAD.
A Jingle From Jong.
A person who lived In Thibet
Said: "This Is exciting, you bet!
. Things are at a fine pasa! A
Crowd's going to IHassa.
And. I guess our Grand Lama must get!'
And the British replied, glad and j;ay,
"Your Lama we'll lam if he'll stay."
N the Black Forest there once lived an
old witch who was so ugly that most,
persons who caught a glimpse of her
asserted that she was, without doubt, the
worst witch of them all. But this was
not strictly correct.
Her Intentions were wicked enough for
any dozen witches; but she had never
been thorough in anything, and It was
the same way with the witch business.
So, although she was a graduate from-the
Witch Academy with honors and pos
sessed a huge sowskln diploma on which
was written in the best blood that she
was a Bachelor of Arts In Witchcraft, she
really did not know the trade.
Almost all her charms went wrong.
Once she tried to transform a stingy
peasant into a pair of boots, and instead
she changed him into only one boot, which
was of no use to anybody. Another time
she waved her magic wand over an old
hut and ordered It to become a cavern.
But it transfromed Itself into a pretty cot
tage, and the old" woman who lived in it
was so delighted that it made all the
witches ill to hear her talk.
Of course old Thunderblunder. which
was the old witch's name, would have
loved dearly to tinker with her spells
when they went wrong, but she couldn t.
Old Inkyink. the president of the Board of
Magicians, who held a patent on all
charms, had decreed that there must not
be any second attempts at any one charm.
He explained this order by saying that it
every witch were to tinker at her magic
no work would ever be finished; and be
sides, he thought that' a witch ought to
know her business well enough to make a
success out of the first attempt.
Consequently poor old Thunderblunder
could not correct her errors, and before
long the country around the Black For
est was full of Imperfect enchantment-
There was a cow that gave the finest
vanilla Ice cream, much- to the delight
of thev children of the village. Old
Thunderblunder hated her owner because
he had walked through a new ball-gown
of cobwebs that she was spinning In tho
moonlight one night. So she tried to
put the evil eye on the cow, but her
charm went wrong as usual, and Instead
of giving curdled milk she made her
owner rich.
In the nearest town there- was a phy
sician whom she trled once to change
Into a duck. But she hadn't changed
him at all except that sometimes at un
expected moments tie would suddenly
say "Quack! quack!"
The physician should have been glad
enough to escape so easily. But he
wasn't. He had himself operated on and
took medicines by the gallon. And of
course old Thunderblunder was morti
fied beyond words because shej hadn't
changed him into a green-winged duck
with a red head and a yellow bill. So no
body was happy over the matter.
The other sorcers and magicians were
ashamed, too, because they said that
mistakes of this kind served to discredit
the whole profession, and they even
talked pf forming a union, to be known
as the Amalgamated Sorcerers and
Witches, to punish members who made
blunders.
Inkyink, the Chief Magician, was the
maddest of them all, for he knew that
he was to blame In a measure because
he had given Thunderblunder her di
ploma. He used to shut his eyes when
Ire went abroad so that he wouldn't have
to see the half-baked enchantments that
were to be found in every village.
There was a dog that the old witch
had tried to transform into a pig, and
she had succeeded only in giving him
the pig's twisted tall.
His owner promptly started a new
breed with him that became very pop
ular with old ladles. That Is how tho
pug dogs came into the world.
Then there was a village drunkard
whom she tried to change to a pump;
but instead he remained a man, only
he suddenly acquired such a wonderful
thirst for water that he became strictly
temperate, and finally he was elected
Burgomaster and was pointed qut as a
model citizen.
The climax was reached when old
Thunderblunder was offended by a
goose-herd. She tried to change his
biggest goose Into a Hon that would eat
him up. The goose didn't change a bit,
and old Thunderblunder went home so
angry that she absolutely and truly
ground her teeth until each one had a
positive razor edge.
About five minutes afterwards Inky
ink and the Board of Magicians came
along that way, and Instantly the goose
rushed at them, seized Inkyink, bit him
in a dozen places and dragged him Into
a ditch. The Board of Managers tried
to help him, and the goose turned on
them, biting them in legs and arms and
faces and driving them away in mad
flight. Several of them left their magic
wands in their hurry and the goose
chewed them to pieces, so that they had
to work nights to make new ones.
Of course they soon found out what
had happened. Old (Thunderblunder had
failed to turn the goose Into a com-
nlete Hon. but she had filled its breast
with a lion's courage and given It a
lion's strength.
After that no magician dared to go
along that road, for the goose seemed to
be able to smell a sorcerer a mile away
and would rush to catch him, although
she did not harm other folk at all.
When Inkyink got out of the hospital
he called a council, and the assembled
Board of Magicians decided to punish old
Thunderblunder.
Now. In the central part of the mathe
matical middle of the Black Forest there
was an enchanted triangle and In the
middle of that was a magic circle. And in
that magic circle, chained fast to
blasted tree, with a chain made of three
parts of lightning and two parts of mag
netic iron, was a mad broomstick. All the
arts of the best sorcerers had failed to
break this broomstick to harness. It
would kick and rear and plunge and bite
as soon as anyone tried to ride on it.
In a word, it was a bucking broncho of a
broomstick the only one that ever was
known, and no doubt there will never be
another like it.
The chief sorcerers felt so ashamed at
being unable to tame it that they had
kept it a secret. So none of the com
mon witches knew anything about it.
In an indigo midnight in the dark of
the moon, when the north wind was
blowing from the south, which only hap
pens once in every 10,000 years, the
broomstick used to grow tame . enough,
to be led. And as this time -was just
at hand, the Board of Magicians repaired
to the place and each one mumbled a
charm and seized the chain. The broom
stick plunged and kicked, but allowed
himself to be led out.
When they got to the regular meeting
place of the witches, the Board of Ma
gicians hastily chained the broomstick
fast to the council rock. And when
Thundreblunder appeared, Inklnk made
a speech complimenting tier on her
talents, and said, in token of his esteem,
he wisb-ed to present to her an Arabian
broomstick of the purest blood.
did Thunderblunder Immediately
burned with" a desire to show off, and
she leaped on the back of the mad
broomstick. At the same instant the
Board of Magicians oast off the chain,
and the broomstick, with a yell of rage,
shot up in the air, bucking like mad.
It carried old Thunderblunder ud to
the clouds and down again to the tree
tops in one Jump. The next jump took
them up to the clouds again, and when
they were over a village the broomstick
bucked in earnest, and down went the
witch.
There she lay. groaning and Iamentincr.
for a dozen bones of assorted sizes had
been broken inside of her and she felt
as If she had appendicitis and measles
and rheumatism combined, which Is
pretty bad.
A pretty peasant girl came along, lifted
her head and gave her water. Then she
took her home, where they nursed her
till she began to feel better.
Old Thunderblunder, ugly as she was.
could not help but be melted by the
kindness of the peasants. So she not
only swore off from witchcraft, but told
the good folk how they could drive away
all the other wizards, such as nailing
horseshoes over their doors, and all the
other simple arts that the peasants of
the whole world practice now.
As a result, the witch business became
so poor In Europe that many of the
sorcerers went Into bankruptcy and some
actually starved. The others became
discouraged. One stormy night they
packed their magic -potions on pack
broomsticks and mounted their saddle
broomsticks themselves, and they all
emigrated to Thibet, where the British
are after them now.
And that's all.
TREES THAT CAN'T BE KILLED
Oar Own Poplars and Catalpas Ate Marvels.
fEOPLE talk of the wonderful
growth of the tropical jungle,"
said a traveler last week, "but they
rarely think of the wonderful vitality
and swift growth of our own domestic
trees in this country.
"There is the 'poplar, for instance.
Rip branches from a tree, thrust them
Into the ground without any care
whatever, and inside of three months
every one of these branches will have
sent out a mass of roots and be de
veloping fast Into a tree.
"I have just passed through a
thicket of poplars In New York State
where trees of about 15 feet In height
stood so close together that a man
could barely push his way between
them. They were all flourishing.
healthy young trees with good thick
trunks. I
"To my surprise, I learned from my
guide that this whole little grove had
sprung up from branches stuck Into
the ground after a windstorm had
torn them from other trees along the
road.
"A still more wonderful tree Is the
catalpa, known to most boys on ac
count of its long bean, which some of
them use for smoking after it is dry.
The catalpa has such a remarkable
vitality that even after a tree has been
cut down and sawed into lengths the
lengths have been known again and
again to strike root and sprout and
finally grow up into good trees.
"I saw a fence in the Middle West
that nnnslsted of a stcaieht row of
beautiful catalpas, each them nearly
20 feet high. The row was so mathe
matically straight that I wondered how-
the trees had grown so, especially as
the row was nearly half a mile long.
So I rode over to them and discovered
that barbed wire was stretched from
tree to tree, evidently as a division
fence. Later, I met the ownor of the
land, and he explained to me how the
trees had come to grow In so perfect a
line.
" 'About ten years ago,' said he, 'I
wanted to raise a barb-wire fence
along the line of my property to pre
vent my cattle from straying. I went
Into the woods and we chopped down
a lot of small catalpas, about sapling
size. We chopped the roots off, leav
ing a pointed end at the base, and
sawed the crowns off clean, thus mak
ing stakes about eight feet long.
These we drove into the ground in the
row that you saw, and attached our
barb wire to them. Inside of six
months every stake had begun to
sprout, and since then the fence stakes
have grown into trees.' "
--A Mix-Up Song.
Bill Roberts to get down his wait
Thought that he ought to strike a gate;
So ev'ry morning he would flea
Along the streets fast as could bee.
"Hurrah!" the neighbors cried, "itt'a,
grate
To see him run so swift and strait!"
But he replied: "I cannot weight
Because I still have too much wait!"
He ran until he got a pane.
And then he said: It's all in vane
That I should etrlve and try like that!
I see I can't try out my fat!
Mary's Belongings.
Cincinnati Commercial Tribune.
Mary had a little lamb.
All fricaseed with peas.
Then a little lobster salad
And some energetic cheeae;
A quart of hock to wash It down.
A taste of mountain dew ,
All these our little- Mary had.
And a little coffln. too.
Wasn't YY.
Indianapolis Sentinel.
A maiden who monkeyed with BB
While out In the yard picking PP.
Felt the place on her head
Where they stung her. an-said.
"G! Don't they bite hard when U TT?"
Little Willie Say. pa. what's the good of
war. anyway? Pa It takes a lot of brass
bands to the front, my son. Chicago Dally
News. . .
THE ARITHMETICAL, PICTURE PUZZLE HOW MANY APPLES ARE IN
THE BASKET?
The question asked by this picture puzzle Is: How many apples are in tho
basket?
Now the picture above the basket of apples answers the question with matho
matical exactness.
If you will read each pictorial Item correctly and apply the plus and minus
signs properly, the answer will be plain.