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rae NEWBERQ QRAPHIC Summer Clearance at Baird's In ordir to mpke room for our Fall Stock we will reduce prices on all Summer Goods. Dress Goods —one lot dress goods ‘ value up to 50c yd, now at 25c yd All Wool Dress Goods —for this sale only we allow 15 per cent re duction on any piece of dress goods in the house. Lawns —All reg. 10c Lawns, select 8c yd. All reg. 12ic Lawns on sale at 10c yd All other Lawns, Dimities, Summer Silks, Cotton Voiles, etc. at 20 per cent reduction. Ladies Muslin Underwear— muslin nightgowns, corset covers, skirts, drawers, etc. 20 per cent off Ginghams- a big line of Dress Ginghms at 10c yd . H o sie ry —Ladies black hose, a . dandy good every day hose 3 pair for 25c. Men’s black and tan hose, a good one for the price, 3 pairs for 25c. Children’s fine rib bed dress hose 15c a pair Summer Vests. The best one we ever had to offer at the price, 3 for 25c Knit Drawers 25c a pair Union Suits, an extra good one at 50c per suit Dresser Scarfs, Lunch cloths, etc. Just received a consignment. Only a few of them and they will not last long at the price, 25, 35 CASH PAID FOR EGGS THE TERRIBLE LOCUST. •auth African Farm er. Halplaaa While Crop. Arc Ruined. South Africa seems to be a para dise to the farmer until the locusts come. The farmer has been plant ing wheat for five months, begin ning with March, and he looks for an enormously profitable harvest in the midsummer month of December. After plowing and dragging for six days he has put in a day or two sowing the wheat by hand and has kept repeating the process until hundreds of acres have been plant ed. There are fields of wheat in all stages, from the young green stalks to the yellowing heads of grain. It will be convenient to reap the crop h the successively ripening fields, just as it was convenient to plant it in installments. The farmer con gratulates himself on a climate that makes this method possible. He fig ures that an investment of twenty- five bags of seed worth $150 will re turn him 750 bags of grain worth $3,750. "Baas, die sprinkhaan kom” (“Master, the locusts are coming”), says his Kaffir servant. Thus is shattered the dream of opulence and success as the fanner drowses one hot, silent midsummer day in his iron roofed bungalow. On the horixon over the distant range of hills lies a long, faint cloud. It u a dust colored, narrow line,* with a front perhaps seventy miles wide. It blurs the sharp outline of the hills in the African sunlight. This is a locust swarm as you see it first at a distance of thirty or forty miles. In an hour the line has be come a light brown, fog drifting rap idly toward you. The farmer is helpless in face of the advancing ruin and desolation. He can only watch the approach of inevitable disaster. The landscape is gradually blurred by the great brown cloud that spreads and mounts higher in the sky. Trees and houses a few miles off become invisible. The cloud shifts, with patches of dark brown masses and gaps of gray or light brown where the locusts are not so thickly crowd ed. A constant change of shape and formation gives an appearance like dense smoke belching from a forest fire. A sound like the distant breakers of the ocean steals into the silence. It is the whir and roar of billions of wings beating the air. The whir becomes louder. Near by green fields are shaded by the ap palling visitation. A few locusts fly oast. There is a sudden increase of the sound to a roar as the army of insects falls on the land and their wings throb like a colossal dynamo rifle speed, The revolving at terrific and the bright sfin is ol bscurea, ax is in shadow. A building a ew rods away cannot be seen. Mil lions of locusts settle down, while other millions continue their flight. The ground is so packed with lo custs that every square inch of earth is alive. Every made of grass or wheat is attacked by as many in sects as it will hold. A hundred lo custs rush on one stalk, bend it to earth and consume it in less than a minute. Within ten minutes the farmer’s 2,000 acres of wheat have disappeared. Every blade i)f grass, every flower, every leaf on the trees, is devoured. For hours and even days the maddening roar of the wings is heard and the unnumbered hosts continue their flight. At last, when the plague has passed; nothing remains but a desert waste, naked of every green thing for hundreds of miles.—Grand Mag azine. _____________ J*alou«y Among Monkoya. When a monkey gives way to jealousy it shows a degree of hatred for the animal that has innocently aroused its malice that makee it for the time a monster of cruelty. On a ship returning from one of her tours in tropical lands was a mon key which became a great friend of the stewardess. One day she fed another monkey, a pretty, gentle creature. This trifling attention enraged the*)ther monkey, which coaxed the little thing to its side and then before the stewardess had time to realize that mischief was meant took it by the neck and flung it overboard. Of another monkey the same person tells that while preparing dinner for a grand party the cook was absent from the kitch en for a minute. No sooner had her hack been turned than the monkey slipped a kitten of which it had al ways been jealous into the soup pou Beet Tim * to Flddl*. Above the clanging of the en gines Nero’s Addle squeaked its ioudest. "Funny time to plav the fiddle when Rome is burning,” scoffed the fst senstor. Nero chuckled. "Best time of all. I can't disturb the neighbors.” And then the great man screech ed forth the notes of “Ain’t It a Shame, a Burning Shame?”—Chi cago News. THE GOOD-FOR-NOTHING. He Lolled About All Day, but Man aged to Keep Out of Debt. house an’ then the hotel you’re look-, in’ for, I”— “I suppose you stood around and threw in a little advice, as usual?” interrupted the judge sarcastically. “I did that!” the drone rejoined, with an unexpected burst of en thusiasm. “An’ I was there when they built Stetson’s big mill round the corner there. That mill was nothin’ but a shack when Stetson started it up—he was a young man —but it grew an’ grew an’ ground out enough money so’s Stet could build pretty much the whole town. Stetson”— "Let up on Stetson, man; he’s a captain of industry. The question is, What have you accomplished?” uttered the thoroughly harassed judge. The other’s enthusiasm suddenly died down as he looked away and said carelessly: “Me? Oh, yes—well, I’m Stet son.”—Spare Momenta. A prominent judge once arrived in a strange town and, wishing to ascertain the way to the best hotel, stopped before a lazy looking, cum bersome fellow leaning on the corner fence. This fellow answered his queries in such a drawling, apathetic way that the judge, with growing re pugnance, wondered what the man might be good for. So, looking him over with a not too kindly eye, he asked him what he was working at. “Oh,” replied the other, with a broad yawn. "I’m inkin' it pretty easy.” “Don’t you know, sir, that we are all put here to toil?” demanded the judge somewhat testily. “We’re here to keep a-goin’,” the other rejoined, leaning over the fencepost. “I don’t believe, though, in goin' into hysterics over work or Lord T tn nyw n'i Pip*. doin’ anybody elaa’s. I believe in actin’ natural.” Sir Donald Currie had a great ad “If you mean”— miration for Lord Tennyson and “Now, when I was young,” the used to speak with much enthusiasm fallow drawled on, ignoring the in of the time he spent with the poet quisitor’s last attempt—“when I was and Mr. Gladstone on board the young everybody said I was cut out Orantully Castle in 1880. Tennyson for a good-for-nothin’, an’ I ain’t was a groa ,t smoker, and one of Sir done what I’d call a hard day’s work Donald’s most valued id possessions since. Btill, I’ve managed somehow was an old clay pipe which he kept to git enough eat an’ drink to keep at Garth castle. He got it from the a-goin’. I let things come an’ go poet on board the Pembroke Castle easy-like an’ leave the worryin’ to one evening when, after retiring to others.” his cabin to smoke, Tennyson, hav "There’ll come a day of reckon ing been persuaded to give up the ing, my man!” put in the judge, weed for a time, was about to throw with unsuppressed disgust. the clay through the port, according “Reckonin’ P” His eyes languid-1 to his usual custom, when, in com ly gazed afar off. "Now, some folks pliance with Sir Donald’s request, he —a lot of ’em—stew about that. I gave it to him as a keepsake. On don’t. When the Lord calls me up being informed of the incident to throw my load in on the weigh Gladstone remarked to Sir Donald: scales, 111 throw it right in an’ pick “Keep it. It will be precious some ont a shady, cool spot where I enn day.”—Westminster Gazette. take it as easy as I do now,” with a lazy chuckle. A Boom erang. "And what have you got to the Little Archie, aged four, had been good to weigh—what have you ac very troublesome all day and espe complished ?” insisted the judge i cially trying to his father, who had hot! to stay at home as he was not L ccomplished? Now, as I said had well enough to go to work. In the before, mister, work never worried \ evening, the little fellow had me much, but here’s this house •aid his after prayers, father called here,” pushing a thumb wearily over him, thinking it a his good to say his shoulder. "Jim Stetson put that a “wotd in season” and time began by up several years ago, an’ I stood | asking, “My son, why is it that fa round an’ watched an’ put in a word ther and mothef have had to punish now an’ then aa to how I'd put ’er you so often today ?” Archie thought up if I was doin’ it myself. Then a minute and then to his father’s there’s them two stores an’ barn | discomfort “I guess it wat over yonder, worth nigh onto six cos you were replied, both sick thousand—Stetson had them built. day.’’—Delineator. and crose to Next he Dut u d the bank, the opera 1 * K and 50c each. Men’s Underwear. Good sum mer garment, shirt or drawers 25c each Men’s Dress Shirts. The new soft collar shirt, regular 81.25 at 81.00 each. Groceries— It always gives us pleasure to serve your gro cery wants. We carry a com plete line of good clean fresh groceries. Deliver promptly with our own wagon. Won’t you give me a trial and let me show you how well we can please you? Give us ' your order to-day. C. BAIRD EXTRAVAGANCE IN DRESS. Ttw Costly Ralm *nt In Vogwo In Eighteenth Century. We hear much about modern ex travagance on the part of the rich, in the matter of wearing apparel especially. One might suppose that the utmost expenditure of a wealthy man or woman for a single suit in the eighteenth century was no more than $100 at the most and that these' suits served year after year. Nothing of the kind. In 1720 Mile, de Touraon was married in Paris. The wedding was an elegant but not a phenomenal one as those days went. Her court gown was of white velvet, elaborate ly embroidered, and cost £800— nearly $4,000 of our money. This gown could be worn but a few times, and the chemicals now used for cleaning and refreshing fine fabrics had not yet been discovered. She had several other gowns at prices varying from £150 to £40.0, and her aunt gave her £700 for “fans, bags and garters.” Mme. de Venue, who is not by any means a prominent person in history, had 600 dozen cambric handkerchiefs and other things to correspond, and this cambric, hand woven, had no cotton intermixture, And the men were as extravagant as the women. Such a suit as was reqt uired by the guest at a fashion- able e wedding cost £600, and he needed three of them. The most inexpensive kind of black suit cost £25 or £30, half a dozen hats at £1 apiece were none too many, and a gentleman orditi&rily must possess ailk stockings, woolen stockings and leather stockings and five or six different kinds of hoots, these be ing made necessary by the prevail ing style of knee breeches. A man of fashion could get along with six summer and six winter suits at £100 apiece, which does not include the gold and silver buttons and the lace. And besides all this the barber ami wigmaker cost his lordship several pounds a year. He might or might not wear jewels, but diamond rings, pins, jeweled sword hilts, snuffboxes, knee buckles and shoe buckles were not uncommon. And as for laoe, men as well as women wore any amount of that. The fact is that wealth is much more evenly distributed today than it ever was before. One would have to go into semibarbarous countries, to find anybody living nowadays un der the conditions which the peas ants of Enghind and France lived under while all this fine dressing mi <[ and dining went on. Abondance of heat, light and hot and cold water are the luxuries of today; facile transportation, increased health and vigor, increased comfort of daily liv ing. We spend our money on these things instead of silk, .velvet and lace, and it pays better.—Gas Logic. Appropriate. It was at a concert held in the village schoolhouse. In the chair was a local merchant who, though a good business man, was not much of a scholar. He intimated that the next song would be “Ora Pro Nobis.” The singer made a terrihle mesa of it, and consequently it was a great relief to the audience when she had finished the last verse. The chairman did not know the mean ing of “Ora Pro Nobis,” so he ap- ” d to the man sitting next to . He also did not know that it meant “pray for us.” But, not wiah- ing to admit such a thing, he said: “Oh, it means *we thank you.’ ” There was a great burst of laugh ter from the audience when the chairman, as the lady was leaving the platform, rose to hit feet and said: “Miss Smith, ‘ora pro nobis.*”— London Answers. C Hi* Farawall. A sergeant who was very short was drilling a squad of recruits, among whom was an Irishman who was very tall. The sergeant had several times spoken to him about not carrying his head erect. At last in desperation the sergeant went up to him and, reaching up, placed his head in the desired position. Says Pat. “Is this where I have to keep my hehd all the time ?” “Certainly it.iaJ” replied the ser geant. “Then, begorra, sergeant,” says Pat, “I ’ll have to say ‘Qoodby* to you, for I’ll never see you any more!”—London Tit-Bits. Th # Alphabet*. The alphabets of different na tions vary in the number of their letters. Arabic has 28 letters, Armenian 38, Coptic 32, Dutch, German and English 26, French 25, Georgian (Transcaucasian) 39, Greek 24, Hebrew 22, Italian 21, Latin 23, Persian (Parsee or Zend) 45, Russian 33, Sanskrit 49, Slavon ic 40, Spanish 27 and Syriac 22. The Chinese have no alphabet, but they have 20,000 syllabic signs— their pho’-^tie »Inhabet.
