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I INDEPENDENT ON ALL SUBJECTS, AND DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF SOUTHERN OREGON. ASHLAND OREGON FRIDAY, JULY 30. 1830. VOL V—NO 8 J M. McCa’.L ASHLAND TIDIKGS. W. H. Atkinson W. A. Wilihlra McCall, Atkinson & Co., Iixued every Friday, -----B T----- Ashland Oregon. LEEDS At MERRITT. OFFICE—On Maia Street, (in ee-jond etory of McCall * Baum*. new budding ) Job Printing. Of all doKriplion» done on (bort notice. Legal Blank«, OiTMlara. Busin: m Cards, Billheads, Letterbeads, Pos ter«, ate., gotten up in good style at living prises. Oee copy. one yew................. ........................... S'-’ ‘‘ aix ...._..... —............... —............ 1 six m in >ntha >ntl>s ... “ •• three month« month«................ —....... ... ............ - 1 Sub rate., «lx copie. for .................................. -—12 ferwu in adv »ace. M 5® 0° MJ Term* of Advertlsiaxi UN AL. On« aquare (ten line« or le««) 1st insertion........ „..#2 W Each additional inMttion .................................... — 1 00 LOCAL. Local «otioca per line .............. -.....................................10« Bcfular advertisement. ineertod upon liberal term». DR. J. H. CHITWOOD, : : : We are now receiving our New Spring Stock, and everyday will witness additions to the largest stock of General Merchandise 1 Ever brought to this market. We de sire to say to every reader of this paper, that if PROFESSIONAL. : NEW GOODS!! NEW PRICES!!! Term* of Sobaeri^tion: ASHLAND, NEW FIRM! OREGON. Standard Goods! At the Ashland Drug Store. OFFICE JAMES R. NEIL, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, Jacksonville, Oregon. J. W. HAMAKAR, PUBLIC, NOTARY Linkvilla, Lake Co., Oregon. OFFICE— In Poet Office building. 9pecial attention Ivan to conveyancing M. L M’CAU. PURVEYOR <k CIVIL ENGINEER, Ashland, Oregon. la prepared to do any work in his line on «hort notice. DR. W. B. ROYAL, Has permanently located in Ashland. Will give hi» undivided attention to the practice of median«. H*e had fifteen yean’ experience in Oregon. Office at his residence, on Main elreet, opoceite the M. E. Church. ; : : For Staple and Fancy Goods, Groceries, Hardware, Clothing, Boots, Shoes, Hats, Caps, Dress Goods, Crockeiy, Glass and Tin Ware, Shawls, W rappers,Cloaks, And, in fact, everything required for the trade of Southern and South eastern Oregon. IRON AND STEEL DENTIST. : HEADQUARTERS ! A full assortment of DR. E. J. BOYD, Link ville, Sold at the Lowest Market Prices, will do it, we propose to do the larg est business this season, ever do"e in Ashland; and we can positively make it to the advantage of every one to call upon us and test the truth of our assertions. We will spare no pains to fully maintain the reputation of tho House, As the acknowledged : Oregon. For Blacksmiths’ and General use. Office »nd residence, south «ide ot Main »treat. A Full Line of DR. J. M. TAYLOR. DENTIST SURGEON. Main street, Ashland, Oregon, OFFICE—In «econd «tory of Masoni« Hall. Office hour«, from 8 to 12 A. M . .»d from l:-0 to 5 p. M. Ashland Woolen Goods 1 Flannels, Blanket«, Cassimeres, Doeskins, Clothing, always on hand and for sale at lowest prices. The highest market prices paid for Wagon Manufactory. Wheat, Oats, Barley, Bacon, lard. ■«CALL, ATKIMSOM A CO, A.HL.ND, April 10, 1890. - ’ ™ T —--- 1 ■ - W. W. Kentnor, Prop’r, ASHLAND. MAIN STREET, Wagons, Buggies, Carriages, Wheel Bariows, Plow-Stocks, etc., made and repaired at sh.'rt notice. BEST EASTERN STOCK ALWAYS ON HAND. All orders left at my new shop, north of the bridge, will receive prompt and ■atisfactcry attention. W. W. KENTNOR. " JAMES THORXTON, JACOB WAONER, w. H. ATKINSON, E. K. ANDERSOM. THE ASHLAND WOOLEN MÁÑÜFAC’G CO., ARE NOW MAKING FROM A Jacob Wagner. ----- — E. K. Anderson. W. H. Atkinson. . THE ASHLAND MILLS ! We will continue to purchase wheat -AT- The Very Best NATIVEWOOL! BLANKETS, The Highest Market Price, And will deliver Flour, Feed, Etc., Anywhere in town, CASSIMERES, DOESKINS, AND HOSIERY. at mill prices . Waxner, AmlerMB FLANNELS, <'•. ASHLAND Livery, Sale & Fend I our patrons ! STABLES, Main Street, : : Ashland. I have constantly on hand the very best 8ABDI.E HOMES. ■V«ttlE» AMD CAMBI AGES, OLD AND NEW, Are invited to send iu their orders and are assured that they SHall Receive Prompt Attention ! At Prices that Defy Competition. And can furnish my customers with a tip-top turnout at any time. HORSES BOARDED On reasonable terms, and given the best attention. Horses bought and sold and satisfaction guaranteed in all my transactions. • h . p. Pamirs. ASHLAND WOOLEN MILLS. W. H. Atkinson, SECRETARY A Tale of Lookout Mountain. For gallantry at the battle of Shiloh, John Marsha’1 was promoted* to Lieu tenant of artillery. How he saved bat tery M, Fifth Regiment, is a matter of record in the war archives at Washing ton. It is not that which this article has to treat, but a subsequent and even greater exploit At various' times and places one of the Journal’s young men had heard of what John Marshall had done at Look out Mountain, and so one day he made up his mind to have tho whole story from the veteran’s lips. Mr. Marshall is a veteran of the Eng lish army, having served thirteen years in the artillery. In those thirteen years he learned the duty of an enlisted man in thia branch of the service thoroughly. But to come to the story: In October and November 1863, Hooker’s army lay in tho valley overlooked by Lookout Mountain, which in tho latter month they so gallantly stormed. Right on the point of the promontory the rebel signal corps had a flag Btation estab lished. From this point all of Hooker’s manoeuveres could be seen and intelli gence immediately telegraphed by means of the signal flag to General Bragg. Thus it will be seen that it was desira ble to shoot away the flag. Across the Tennessee at Moccasin Point the six ten-pound Rodmans and the Eighteenth Ohio Battery were plant ed. John Marshall was Lieutenant of the Eigteenth Ohio Battery. He could see the flaunting flag of the rebel signal station as it waved its intelligence day by day. and it taunted him. He knew he could cut it down with one of the Rodman guns ; but his captain frowned on his presumption in pretending to know more than his superior officers ; for had not General Brannan, Chief of Artillery of the Army of the Cumber land, said that it couldn’t be done? What business had a lieutenant to boast him self being able to do what the Chief of Artillery had declared officially could not be done ? • For that flag had annoyed others be sides Marshall. It annoyed* those high in authority so much so that at the in stance of General Hooker, General Brannan, Colonel Barnett and Major Mendenhall came over trom Chattanoo ga with the express purpose of ascer taining if a gun could be trained from Moccasin Point so as to send a shot that would bumble that taunting flag. They came to the unanimous conclusion that it was impossible, on account of the great elevation. John Marshall watched tho estimating with interest, and when the conclusion was announced he stepped up, and touch ing his cap in military style, said to Gen. Brannan : “General !” “Well, sir.” “If you will give ma permission to try, I think I can shoot the flag off there 1” The General looked at him sternly a moment, and then said : “Go to your quarters, sir, under ar rest!” But this was not the end. The Eigh teenth Battery was attached to General Whittaker’s brigade, and bluff General Whittaker took more stock in Marshall than did the austere Brannan. He had a fellow feeling with him, too; for the flag was a thorn in the flesh to him. Every morning he would take his glass and look to see if the flag was still there, and invariably as he took the glass from his eyes a big, big D— epi thet exploded wrathfully from his lips. He was wont to talk with Marshall about it “Marshall,” he would say, “you are sure you can shoot dow'n that d—d flag ?’’ “I can, sir.” “But you know what Gen. Brannan says, Mars tall ?” “I de, sir. But with all respect to Gen. Brannan, I maintain that I can do it” One night Whittaker sent for Mar shall to come to his headquarters. When he got there he said : “Marshall, I’ve been to Chattanooga to-day, and I’ve signed my name to $600 for you.” Signed $600 for me; why, what’s that for, General 1” “Well, sir, I am going to have you try at that flag, and General Brannan says that you will burst a gun, and I have gone security to the amount of $600, and to-morrow morning you shall make the trial.” John Marshall went back to his quar ters that night a happy man. He was now to have an opportunity to show that he could do as much a* he had said. He felt the hour of his triumph approach. In the morning after breakfast Gen. Whittaker came down to the Point His gun squad was there in perfect drill, for he hod shown them so often he would do it if he could only get permission, snd they had taken so much interest, that each man was proficient in his part. The General took hi* place where he could watch the effect of the shot He was a little Anxious. “Now, Marshall,” he said, “be careful! Don’t you explode a gun and kill me, yourself and half a dozen men.” “Never tear, General,' responded Marshall confidently. “I’ll hurt no gun. Now watch where the first shot goes.” Everything was in readiness, and Mar- shall pulled the lanyard. Gen. Whitta ker took tho glasses Lorn his eyes and said: “Too high, Marshall, too high! It went a hundred yards above the flag.” “Yes, sir, I know (hat, and the next shot will be fifty yards above it.” And the next shot was fifty yards above ii. “Now, General, this time I ll fetch the flag.” The gun boomed. General Whitta ker looked for the flag. At last he burst out, “By ------ , Marshall, ghe’s gone!” In his delight he forgot the distinctions of rank, and, handing his glass to a pri vate of the gun squad, told him to take a look. The soldier did so, and corrob orated the General. The glass passed around, and] all saw that the fl ig was gone. General Whittaker went to Marshall and said: “Marshall, my man, I con gratulate jou. I’m going right over to Chattanooga and tell Gen. Brannan that the Eighteenth Ohio battery knows more than lie does. ” Gen. Brannan was an honorable, if a strict officer, and when he heard that Marshall had succeed in shooting the flag he sent him his congratulations, and com mended him for his skill. But General Whittaker employed Marshall’s triumph even more than did Marshall himself, and he always afterwards treated him with great consideration and favor, and he would rub his hands and laugh with the intensest of relish whenever he had occasion to relate how Lieut Marshall, of the Eighteenth Ohio battery knew more of practical gunnery than the Chief of Ordanca of the Army of the Cumber land, and had forced him to take water on an opinion. Fresh News at Home. Sacking of Porte Bello. Nt ar by is the ruined cathedral, bear ing still vestiges of its former beauty. All the gilded decorations have been de stroyed, and its shrine rifled of what ever of value it contained. But some of the antique carving yet remains—the marble pavements and the frpscoed walls. Two or three bells still hang in the di lapidated tower, but the rest lie half buried at the base. From these bells the notes of warning rang when Mor gan began that terrific attack that ended in the sack and ruin of the city in 1665. While the cannon thundered from fort and castle, their wild, shrill peal sounded clear and high amid the frightful tumult, summoning all for gen eral defense. At the other extremity of the street stands the dismantled fort of Todo Hierro, half hidden by the en veloping foliage of the huge trees that have taken root in and within its walls. Here Morgan began his attack. He had long had his eye on this point, the fame of whose gieat wealth attracted, while the strength of its fortifications seemed to render an assault almost mad ness. Under the cover of night the bold bucanneer crept up to the very walls. Before the startled sentinel had time to sound the warning “alerte,’ he was overpowered and brought io Morgan, who wrung from him valuable information that led to the capture of the city. Then the attack began. The roar of cannon and crash of fire arms awakened the slumbering town. From the beginning the buccaneers had the advantage. Soon the assault became conquest, and turned into slaughter. It w«s pitiless butchery. No quarter was given; the shrieks of women and chil dren mutilated and tortured by the cruel soldiery rent the air. The gover nor’s castle held out to the last, the gov ernor himself never faltering for an in stant At length priets and nuns, torn from their cloisters, were forced to the van of the attack, bearing scaling lad ders, that thus they might drown the fire of the castle. Urged onward from the’ rear, they were mown down by their own friends, who did not dare to listen to their cries for mercy. When the gov ernor himself fell, covered with wounds, a panic seized his followers, and the city surrendered unconditionally. For sev eral daj s riot and debauchery reigned among the buccaneers. The forts were dismantled, the cathedral and churches were stripped, the wealth of Porto Bello plundered. At length, satiated with their brutal bacchanalia, Morgan and his men set sail for Jamaica, bearing with them their spoils, and leav- ing a heap of ruins where once had stood a beautiful and pros- perous city. Porto Bello never recov- ered from that terrible sacking. It re vived a little in time, but no sooner had the tide of prosperity began to set to ward it than down swooped the ravag era again, and under Admiral Vernon, in 1739, gave it the finishing stroke, capturing and dismantling it. Thus this gem of the coronet of Spain, torn from its setting, and trodden under foot by the marauders, has, with the decline of power in the parent country, sunk into utter ruin. Where once Btretched an open, fertile country, with broad fields of vegetables and grain, with groves of cocoanuts and pines, where the toil and activity of man added beauty and use fulness to the gifts of nature, now, un- pruued and ungarnered, her very lavish ness is destruction, and her fertility, death. Decay and desolation are writ ten everywhere. Against walls and towers that once stood in stately pride, now lean the wretched bamboo huts of the modern Porto Bellians, while the rich merchants of Castile and Leon have besn superseded by a mongrel race, composed of the miDgled blood of the negro, the native and the Spaniard, who lounge away their lives amid the pleati- tude of nature’s providing, without a thought of the past or a care for the fu ture, content to exist as mere beneficia ries of the land.—Letter to the New York Times. Mr. Francis E. MacMahon, son of the well known Brooklynite, Patrick MacMahon, and himself brought up in this city, where he was born, has suc ceeded in London in adapting an instru ment, somewhat similar in principle to the gold and stock indicator in use here, applying it to the transmission and re cording of current news in clubs, private houses, etc., and has achieved a great furore over the instrument and its ac complishments. From letters written to his father here, and from extended no tices in the English papers, it is learned that the instrument, besides being in use in great numbers in private houses, ho tels, etc., has won its way into such clubs as the Conservative, the Turf, Junior Carleton, Naval and Military, Royal Thomas Yacht Club, Devonshire County, Junior Army and Navy, Ral eigh, Whist, Victoria, Incorporated Law Society and others. The Morning Post, of April 21 st, says of it: No peer, no member of the House of Commons, should be without one of the instruments, for not alone will it tell him in plain Roman print, which can easily be read, what is saying and who is saying it, but the subscriber can see trom the course of the debate whether or not it is necessary for him to go down to the House. The new agency, consist ing as it does of a very small limited company, has been tested even by cer tain evening journals and found not wanting. On the contrary, throughout the elections it kept its patrons more speedily and perfectly correctly informed than any other association. To be fur nished with one of these news instru ments—as you c$n be for'a very moder ate outlay of fifty guineas a year—is to be the proud possessor of a newspaper of your own, and to be familiar with all the news hours before it can possibly appear in the evening journals. When a crucial division is on at the House, when a great race is being run at Ep som, Ascot, Goodwood, distant New market, or more distant Chester, you stand alongside your “ MacMahon” and find the little instrument rapping out the result of division, or race, or what ever it may chance to be that you are waiting to know about. Mr. MacMahon is justly proud of this Soulful Eyes. success of his son, and this feeling is shared by every one who is interested in An English woman having stood look the good repute abroad of this country, and of his sharp-witted, intelligent coun ing at Mrs. Langtry’8 portrait in com trymen, wherever they may be.—:Brook- pany with ten other women, wrote to the London Hour a, follows: I was con lyn Eagle. siderably amused at the different com Why an Arkansas Bey Was ments; “So that is Mrs Langtry, the English beauty; well, I nev®r!’ “Don’t Named “Judus Iscarut." think much of her; I know a thousand prettier women.” She'd better not come A colored brother gives the following to America and stand beside our girls.” reason for naming his tenth son: “Ah, said a sweet voice just at my el “Judus Iscarut,” says he: bow, “but see the soul in her eye*.” “Dot’s de boy’s name. Judas has And that was just what I wm looking been slighted. Nobody has eber bad at Mrs. Langtry, as she represented immoral courage ter name a chile after to us, is not beautiful, scarcely pretty, dat man. But dat ain’t de main reason for once her female critic* were right; why I named him Judus, I’se got de Bi we can do much better in America; but ble ter stand me in gibbin de chile dat for myself, I feel that I have discovered name.,’ her charm. Even in her portrait her “How does the Bible sustain you in soft humid eyes are fascinating; imagine desirir.? to perpetuate that namel" asked them in speaking, lighted with interest, the magistrate. glowing with pleasurable excitement. “Hits dis fack. Chris’ in remarkin’ The remainder of her features are shape ob Judus said dat it would hab bin bet ly, scarcely more; her figure slight; but ter fer dat man if he hadn’t bin bern.” her eyes—when you see Mrs. Langtry’s “Well!” portrait, look at her eyas. “An’ considerin’ lo^ many moufs is “Logan,” says the New York Tri opened at the doo’ when I goes home wid a side ob meat, it would hab bin bune “ought to know that the Republi better for dat boy of mine ef he had can party can’t he bullied.” And El neber seed daylight. I take de scriptur’ mira Advertiser sharply answers: “Have from de references. In de futur ef I the well meaning but ever enthusiastic finds dat de boy has made improvement friend* of Mr. Blaine ascertained that on hisself, I’ll change his name to Jim.” fact.” $2 50 PER ANNUM Love in Pa’s Hat. Mr. M. was a retired manufacturer, and possessed cf considerable fortune He also had a daughter 19 years of age, of great personal attractions. What wonder then that she should have made many a youn^fellow's heart beat quicker who tried to gain her virgin affections 1 But “papa” M. took care of his treas ure as if she were the pupil of bis eye, and many were the unhappy mortals who left his hospitable table never to return. “ Plenty of time,” said he, “when the right one comes, and I ap prove,” etc. But the right one had come long ago, only papa didn’t know it, and he had come in the person of a young engineer, who had formeily had busiuess transac tions with papa M. The young people had seen each other, spoken to each other, looked at each other, and a kind of understanding had been come to. Yes, and the affection was deep enough to last, even when Mr. M. retired from trade and the young gallant had no further excuse for coming on business. Then there was a succession of dark days. But love is inventive, and in this instance also proved to be so. Mr. M. was in the habit of visiting twice a week at his hair dresser’s to have his beard and wig looked after; and on this fact love built his structure. One of the younger assistants was taken into confidence, and consequently, con siderable attention was paid by the young man to Mr. M.’s hat, receiving it on his entering, giving it a careful brush, and banding it back on departure; and in this wise poor, drar “papa” became, unconsciously, of course, the postilion d’amour between his daughter and her swain. Thus things continued for four or five long months; but the best silk hat—let it be ever so carefully brushed, wants an iron now and again. Mr. M.’s hat was several years old, and just about Christ mas it wanted ironing badly. So Mr M., instead of proceeding to the hair dresser’s as usual, went to his hatter’s and presented his hat for rennovation. Mr. Hatter says, after inspecting it, “Is this hat too large for youl” “No; why do you ask?” “Because you put paper inside.” “Paper! paper? Not I; how does it get there, I wonder?” Not long did he wonder, for on care fully unfolding the paper he read : “Do not be down hearted, dear Edward, my father is good and generous of heart; let us apeak openly to him of our love: he will not say no if we promise to make his old age happy. On my knees I will confess my love to him. Besides, our correspondence cannot last much longer; the continued brushing has so worn papa's hat that I fear from day to day that he will have to have it done up,” etc. Mr. M.’s hat having been refreshed, he went a.s usual to his hair dresser’s, having previously carefully replaced the letter. In the saloon be kept a steady, though covered, lookout on the officious young assistant, and found his surmises coriect. The operations finished, he gravely received his hat, handed the assistant as ususl his pour boire, and departed. Before returning Lome, however, he took occasion to inspect his hat, and ex tract and read a missive from no other than the engineer. Among other things, the young man swore that not a penny did he want of his love’s father—bis position, thank goodness, bringing him more than sufficient to live happy and comfortable. “Well,” said papa, “he seems to be an honestly-disposed young man, and if,” etc. For some time he allowed the corre spondence to go on, reading regularly and watchfully the letters on both sides, unknown to them of course, until one day, when the letters had been particu larly desponding and good, he put an end to it and made them happy, as may be seen by the cards sent to all whom it might concern. —Hairdresser’s Ch roni- cle^ Suicidal Children Our Hungarian cotemporaries report a peculiarly painful case of double sui cide committed by two shepherd boys, respectfully aged ten and twelve, near Karlsburg. These lads were in charge ot a flock of sheep turned out to graze on some grass land abutting upon the Karlsburg-Arad Railway, and had been several times reproved by the watchman stationed near their pasturage ground for allowing the sheep to stray on the line. On the 6th insL, just as the A rati express came in sight, several sheep had wandered clown the embankment and were in imminent danger of oeing crushed by the train, from which, how ever, they were rescued by the timely in tervention of the watchman in question, who, as soon as the train had passed, called up the boys and told them that he would have them severely punished for neglecting their duty and his relat ed warnings. The terrified lads held a consultation together as to how they might escape the threatened penalty, and speedily came to the conclusion that the best way of getting rid of their scrape would be to drown themselves. One of them had just had a new hat, adorned with a gay jieacock s feather, given to him, which he sold for thirteen kreutzers to a little pheasant girl, who had been at play with the boys when the dreadful menace of punishment was imparted to them. With the price of this hat he purchased some small loaveB, and the three children sat down by the Maros to hold their “ Pamona,” or death-feast, and this being terminated the boys climbed the parapet of the Mû res bridge, their tiny playmate counted aloud “ one, two, three, ’ and at the word “three,” they sprang, hand-in-hand, in to the river, sinking immediately under the broken ice with which the surface of the rapid stream was partially covered. —London Telegraph. “ Raising” Setter Dogs. A good story is told of a Rockville sporting man. Having a tine litter of setter pups—pedigreed stock—he was taking special pains to give them a good start in the world, and to this end it was his custom to rise from his bed at short intervals to feed them. It be came rather tedious business for nim to “crawl out” during the cold Winter nights to attend to their wants, so he tried a new plan. Setting a pan of milk in a warm corner behind tho stove, he went to bed, and in the small lour* the young canines called for food. Thinking to make one job ot it, he arose in the darkness and carried the pan carefully to the wood house, wheD seiz ing each pup by the nape of the neck le thrust its nose into the pan, and when all had “got to their work,” re turned to his bed. The next morning le was roused by his wife, who wanted to know what in the world he had dano with her bread pan. Investigation fol- owed; bis wife had wet up a batch of iread and set it behind the stove to rise. This pan our “shot” had carried to the nips, and they, after gorging themselves with dough, waddled back to their warm nest. The yeast was good, and the pup- ne* rose, looking like so many muffs, with the head of the animal used for trimming, while their tails and legs re sembled warts on an early rose potato. The sportsman says he would have made a pie ot them,eODly the crust would have been inside instead of out.—New Haven Palladium. A Forgea Letter. “I’ve got a letter here,” said Colonel Solon yesterday, “which some one or another is tryin’ to play off on me as a reg’lar letter from Joe Kuntz,” and the Colonel placed the letter on the desk. It was neatly written, and Joe’s name was signed to it correctly. “Certainly, Colonel, that’s Joe’s let ter,” Baid we. “No, sir-ree bob, no, sir,” said the Colonel, very positively, “that air letter is a forgery; coz Joe stutter« worse’n whisky flawin’ outen a bottle, an’ this ere letter reads as straight as a mill A Leap Year Idea. race.” And the Colonel wouldn’t be con Young Lady—Oh, Mr. Solima, 1 have vinced tbit Joe didn’t stutter in hi* such good news to-day. writing. —Oil City Derrick. Old Back—Delighted, delighted, what is it? Young Lady—Mamma is coming Surplus of Symoathy. home from Paris. Old Bach.—Delighted, delighted. Sympathy is valuable when it is ade Young Lady—You know this is Leap quate to the occasion. A poor tenant Year, and I am going to propose. went to his landlord on rent day and Old Bach.—Delighted, delighted. told him that one of his best cows had Young Lady—And I am going to been choked to death. She tried to propose to you. swallow a turnip, but the obstinate veget Old Bach.—Del—no; let’s wait and able stuck fast and the cow died. The see what sort of a thing the mother-in- interested landlord demanded the details law is. _____ ________ and wanted to know’whether the tenant was sure that it was a turnip that killed The athlete who expect* to win in a her. “Yes,” was the reply, “ we cut hurdle race, like the slumborer whose her open and found it fait in her throat. breast is the repository of many secrets, “ Well, sir, ” said the landlord, “lam should never talk in his leap. glad you got your tuhrip back. Now, The great “ tyhee,” the world re how about the rent!”—N. Y. Herald. nowned, star bangled spanner, the ‘ hvu’ A contemporaiy contains a long arri medicine man of the Missachohoganies will soon be in town. “Hoopla ! big de entitled “ Effect of Smoking on Boys.” It is not right to smoke on Ingin me !’’ boys. It imparts a disagreeable oder to An intoxicated Providence man asked their clothes, and when they go home a railroad ticket agent for a ticket to they arouse suspicions in the minds of Hades and was given one for Troy. He’s their mothers which are difficult to erad back now, and will let the agent know icate. The effect of smoking on some that he didn’t want anything worse than boys would be a rock hurled at the head of tho smoker. he asked for.