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About The Telephone=register. (McMinnville, Or.) 1889-1953 | View Entire Issue (March 18, 1887)
SEMI-WEEKLY tf°r making ûï|tf WEST SIDE'TELEPHONE.' I ONE WHO KNEV A R.nlh Near the Sierra Madre Moun LANDING AT ACCRA IN SPITE OF tain»—Notan Attraetlve Feature. GRAVE DIFFICULTIES. A Bit Ot West African Scenery—Pulling «St Turner Talma <»e Publisher« and Proprietors. Fight with Furious Waves—Ashore at Last. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: |2 00 One year........ Six uivuth« . - Three montili e her CastorU, ried forCfcjtorU, • lung to Caatoria, we them Caatoria, tntcied in ths Postofllo. at MuMinnvillu. Or. as seüoud-class matter. JOHNSON, M. D. g V. V. Northwest corner of Second and B streets, OREGON hen in Portland I Cravonwork. rneness nnd In-oat, it i, ■n’« Bronchiti ledy, yet taj LITTLEFIELD & CALBREATH, and Surgeons, Physicians M c M innville . O regon . Office over Braly’s Bank. s. A. YOUNG-, M. D Physician and Surgeon, M c M innville - • - for the Shore In a Native Surf Boat—A cregox . Office and resident» on D street All calls promptly Mnwertxl day or night___________________________ IV ith our usual good luck we pa.ss during the night the only bit of scenery worth look ing at on this part of the coast—viz., the high land near Caiw Coast castle, a seasonable, although momentary, relief to the dreary ami monotonous hideousness of the low, bristly, interminable jungle, which may be best imagined by picturing to one’s self a seo ond hand hair brush several hundred miles logg. But next morning some slight compen sation awaits us in the bold, rocky bluff of Winneboh. which thrusts forth its broad, black breast into tho roaring sea os if defying the white lipped wrath of the breakers that come thundering against it, flinging their great hills of foam mast high into the air, w bile from amid the crags four small white houses peer down into tho bowling chaos be low like Watching children, half pleased and half frightened. An hour later two or three long, sloping hills begin to loom through tlie breaking mist, and suddenly, as if at the ris ing of a curtain, the trim white houses of Ac cra, and the ridge of dark red sandstone upon which th<-y stand, arid the tall feathery palms that rise above them against the sky line, and the curving yellow (»each below with its ring of glittering foam, and the wide green uplands beyond, terminated by the rocky headland crowned with tho low, massive white walls of Christiansborg castle, all start into view at once. OFF FOR THE SHORE. < and Poiw«. M c M innville Offloe—Two OREGON. doors east of Bingham’s furniture Laughing gas administered for painless extraction. PHOTOGRAPHER Up Stairs in Adams’ Building, McMINNVILLE CUSTER POST BAND, Ii prepared to furnish music for all occasions at reason able rates. Address Corner Third and D streets, McMinnville LOGAN BROS. & HENDERSON Proprietors. letón ilsco. The innocent young men who come out hero for the first time with ideas of European comfort and civilization, thinking they have not hing to do but “go aslioro at once,’’ aro naturally somewhat startled to find that the first question is whether they can go ashore at all. Old stagers talk so coolly of a “heavy beach” that it is rather a shock to learn that this simple phrase implies the breaking upon the bea<-li of so violent a surf as to involve tho certainty of being capsized and the very strong probability of being drowned. In tho oiling lies a steamer which has already waited here two days with passengers whom she can not land even in a nativo “surf boat,” the only craft which has any chance of living in such a sea. However, the breakers are a little less formidable now, nnd a native boatman's ver dict of “naaf” (middling) suffices to encourage us to venture. The acting governor of Lagos, tho Hon. Frederick Evans, for whom a special surf boat has been sent out by the the treasurer, kindly offers mo a seat in it. So we jump, or rather tumble, into the dancing boat, which bumps against our knees one minute and is yards away beneath our feet tho next, and away we go to find out whether we are to be drotvned or not. Up and down, up and down, with the spray lashing our faces and tho water gurgling round our feet, now rising far into tho air on a hilltop of seething foam, now plunging with a dizzy swing into the depths of a shadowy green valley between two towering walls of dark water. Every moment it seems as if we must certainly 1» overwhelmed by some huge “roller,” which comes rushing on, curl ing its vast, snowy crests far above our heads like a falling avalanche. But the monster always misses us by a hair’s breadth, for the gnunt, black scarecrows who sit perched along our rocking gunwale, each with one foot in a sort of stirrup ot rope fixed in the boat’s side, have no match along the whole Guinea coast for such work as this. SCOLDING THE FURIOUS WAVES. Every stroke of tV hort, strong paddles— which, instead o. being spear pointed like those of the Grain coast, or spoon shaped like those of the Niger, resemble a clumsy tln-ee- AKtrletly Temperance Resort. pronged fork, with very broad and thick points—is accompanied by a sharp yell, such ■ome goedtf) Church members to the contrary not as Mr. Lowell humorously called “a dogs- withstanding. ology,” and sometimes even by a few words of untranslatable abuse, hurled with angry gestures at the furious waves. Meanwhile scores of eager eyes watch our progress both from the ship and from the shore, but, except when suddenly flung up on the crest of a huge TONSORIAL PARLORS, billow, both we and our boat are completely invisible from either point And now the yelling grows louder and wilder as < lie strokes of the paddles suddenly quicken, and tho boat First, sieve Workmen Employed rocks to and fro till it appears as if one inch more must turn her right over, while, as we Rm dour south of Yuuhill County Bank Building. swoop upward on the whirl of a mighty wave, the shore and the great billows that thunder M c M innville , O regon . upon it, hitherto dim and distant, start all at H. H. WELCH. once into perilous nearness. We are now running parallel with the line of gnashing breakers along tho beach, our only chance being to skirt its terrible outer religious and educational . edge till we can seize a favorable moment for our final rush. As the next wave lifts us upon its crest we see a swarm of black figures hur rying down to the shore, ready to drag us to land when our boat capsizes. Then comes an ear-piercing howl from our crew, the boat is whirled onward like a stone from a sling, there comes a tremendous shock, a deafening cradi, an indistinct vision of black faces and outstretched arms amid a swirl of boiling —On the diffusion of education anion” foam, nnd then I feel myself clutched by half l'”e people rests the preservation and a dozen hands at once and borne landward in P*petirtiion of our free institutions.-- a kind of complicated “free fight” among six or seven brawny natives.—David Ker's W est "“•H W hiter. -General G. W. P. Curtis Lee has Africa Letter in New York Time* Ifsigned the Presidency of Wasliingl >n A Care for Earthquake. Ikeiith** Universit>F on account of ill While all kinds of theories have been |-Xo fewer than 157 professors at let loose to account for the ¡"3™ condi I "‘Huan Universities are liet'-veen the tion of our crust, and instruments have H* of seventy and ninety, of whom faithfully registered il" al,L‘rrat,h°^ |’*<reater part still lectured Banke, at the normal, only one observer has been brave enough to P^P^^Vh^ is the oldest. l^~It i. said that a recent prizeman in is an Englishman resident in «^nia. F* Tale Law School paid his way Having studied the disastrous disturb- R 1881 and 1833. he came to the college by buying old clocks ances in FJother bri<'-a-brac in back country conclusion that a vent for the im- was what was and selling them at fancy prices prisoned forces suggested a stop 1/*ew York and New Haven collec- needed. So he N. Y. Pont, cock to let off the earth s steam. At A^President McCosh, of the Princeton the epicenter of intensity sink an ar- This will BJT*. has been making a statistical "i“ IS 'h® relations of foot ball and to scholarship. He finds that ^ndltion If I”’hia finds thi’ o^rat'°? may be adopted KJ** twenty-seven men who are prom- condition. successful, tne . of e ®embers of teams and nines, not •tan.ls first in the six academic only two in the second, anil 11- **nty-tw<> fall in the lower half of York Graphic. dM»os- —Hartford ss.r— In the eternal snow banks lying in the shadows cast by the lofty peaks of the Sierra Madre mountains, just north of North park, Big creek has its rise. It is a rapid, foamy stream of ice water, flow ing through dense forests of pine. On the banks about two miles from the foot hills, and at the head of the meadow, stands a small hut built of unhewn pine logs. The roof of the hut consists of pine poles placed side by side and cov ered with clay. The floor is of logs, roughly hewn to an uneven surface, like railroad ties. The spaces between the floor logs are filled with rubbish and lit ter. The interior of this dwelling is six teen feet by twenty feet. Two small windows admit light. Against the east ern end of the room stands a rusty, bat tered old cooking stove. Two rough shelves extend from the rusty stove pipe to the corner of the room. These were laden, when I last visited the ranch, with tin plates, tin cups, baking powder cans, plugs of chewing tobacco, dirty tobacco pipes, a roll of streaked butter, bits of bread, a bread board, dirty spoons, and two slouch hats. Against the northern wall a gun rack, made of antelope horns, was solidly nailed. In the rack were four heavy re peating rifles, and four powerful field glasses hung by them. Two bunks filled with hay occupy the northwest corner of the room. A roll of heavy California blankets lies at the head of each bunk. A long, rough, greasy table stands in the center of the room. Around it empty boxes, once filled with cannel vegeta bles, are placed for seats. Rolls of blankets, rolls of buffalo robes, and two bearskins occupy the space at the base of the southern wall. Piled high in the southwest corner are sacks of flour, slabs of bacon, bags of sugar, boxes of canned goods, and various kinds of provisions. For reading matter a few well-thumbed pictorial papers, which pretend to set forth the doings of the de praved people of the country, are on the greasy table. Clothes of canvas and flannel shirts hang on pegs all around the room. Two small oil lamps, never, under any circumstances, cleaned or trimmed, stand on a little shelf over one of the windows. There is a lantern standing on the floor under one of the bunks, and two saddles under the other, and a large quantity of unlisted litter and portable property scattered over the floor. Such is the adornment of the in terior of this choice retreat, the home of the cattle raisers. Outside of the house is a row of sad dle pegs, driven into the topmost log. A tin wash basin sits on a bench which stands near the door, and a piece of yel low soap lies beside it, while a dirty jack towel flutters from a peg above. On the ground are antelope skins that long ex posure to the weather has rolled into balls. TheJ fleshless heads of elk, deer, and antelope are scattered along the base of the building. They will be nailed up next Tuesday afternoon—but next Tues day afternoon never comes. The heads, legs, and feathers of sage hens and other grouse, the heads and feet of jack rab bits, bones, old boots, cast-off clothing, and a pile of empty tin cans, with out lying cans as sentinels, litter the ground in front of the house. Twelve feet in front of the open door there is a very small pile of firewood, against which a dull axe with a crooked handle leans, as though it were alive and weary of ranch life. One hundred yards north of the house a large log barn stands, it has been there for four years, but is not chinked and mudded, but will be chinked and mudded next week, which, of course, never comes. There is on the ranch a hay rake, two mowing ma chines, two wagons, and three heavy- headed dogs that are so weary of ranch life that they do not take sufficient in terest in its affairs to bark at a stranger. If there were any other articles of per sonal property around this home of the cattlemen, they were so securely hidden tliul T did not see them. Of course there were many cattle and horses grazing in the valley and on the steep hillsides. Eight men lived in this dirty, vermin- infested hut. They cooked, ate, smoked, and chewed tobacco, and slept in the one room. They washed in the same basin, frequently in the same water, and dried themselves on the same jack towel. Uncultivated young blackguards? Not at a'l. Well-educated young men, who thoroughly understood their business of handling 3-year-oId steers, and who were making money rapidly. When they were in the east they lived as gen tlemen should. In the west they live like swine, thinking nothing of it.— Frank Wilkeson in New York Sun. PREPARATION OF CONDENSED MILK, SMALL SELFISHNESS, The Eccentric Poet an Illustration of Ills Own Doctrine of Perversity. Operations In the Three Factories in Switzerland—Au Interesting Process. A few nights ago I found myself in the study of my old friend, the profes sor of belles-lettres in the great univer sity of K------ . The university was my own alma mater, but I had visited it especially for the purpose of spending an evening with the professor of belle- lettres, for he was a most extraordinary man. The room was filled with curious books, prints and pictures, and bronzes that the professor had picked up here and there during his travels, for he had been abroad many times. Among them I noticed a small picture of Poe. It re minded me of my adventure in Balti more a few days before, and I told the professor about it. When I had finished be laughed, and said: “Poe was a hard case. He was a liv ing illustration of his own doctrine of perversity. It’s very hard to make him out. I think his tale of William Wilson is the best commentary on himself that he has left us. The double identity of William Wilson is strictly analogous to Poe himself and the evil genius that fol lowed him all through his life. As one grows older I think one realizes more fully the emptiness of his verse—I mean the absence of motive and central the lack of a strong, burden no thought, He ha to deliver. Walt Whitman, whatever may be thought of his poety, is the only American poet who may be said to have a burden to deliver. And yet l’oe had a song in him—the first requisite for a true poet. Longfellow’s poetry H merely literary—graceful, pure, popular, and all that you know, but embodying nothing of his own personal experiences. Lowell we hardly think ot as a poet, and Bryant’s work has been greatly over estimated. His poetry is a wilderness of death. There is nothing poetical about death in itself—it is life that is poetical. I am acquainted with a gentleman in Philadelphia who knows more about Poe probably than any other living man. Before Poe’s deatli this gentleman edited a publication there. Poe used to con tribute to it, and the manner in which he submitted his matter was very novel. It seems that he wrote on small sheets of paper, and when he had filled one sheet he pasted another on the end of it, and so continued. When the article was finished he rolled the manuscript up tightly. Then he would present himself in the editor’s office, and say: “ ‘I’ve got another story for you, Mr. M. Louis Grandeau has just published a succinct and instructive account of dairy farming in Switzerland. There First Reading of the Morning Paper. are, he tells us, about 1,100,000 head of Letting One Daughter Do Housework cattle in Switzerland, rather more than l While Another Remains Idle—List of half of which are cows. The total quan- 1 Other Selfishnesses. tity of milk which they yield in the 1 One does not particularly care to hare the course of a year is 223,000,000 gallons, the daily average per cow being one and first reading of the morning paper, perhaps; one-quarter gallons, and tho value of this but when ono never gets it until another per son, who has no more need or hurry than milk, estimated in English money at one’s self, has not only read it, but studied it about 6 pence per gallon, is about 5,575,- and committed tho advertisements to mem 000 pounds sterling. M. Grandeau then ory, ono possibly, through habit, expect» proceeds to show how this large quan nothing else, but just as ¡»ossibly feels a slight tity of milk is disposed of. Iu the first indignation at the way things are taken for place, one-half is used for making 42,000 granted and one’s self ignored. In the same tons of cheese, and of this quantity 55 manner ono does not, perhaps, expect the per cent, is thin cheese—that is to say, most comfortable chair in tho room as one’» own set property; but when another indi made with skim milk. The cream taken vidual. and that always the same one, takes from the milk used in making thin it as if it was an heirloom, one is exceed cheese goes to make 15,000 tons of but ingly unselfish one’s self not to feel like mak ter, which is not quite enough for home ing that seat something less comfortable for consumption. But of cheese something its sitter, although one might be restrained like 800,000 pounds sterling worth is ex by the knowledge that in such resort the sitter ported every year. The native consump would take the next most comfortable chair, tion of milk itself, and the preparation leaving others to take refuge where they of condensed milk, accounts for another might, and be no better off than in the begin 90,000,000 gallons; this amounting, with ning. So, moreover, one sees no especial occasion what is converted into butter and cheese, for any one individual in the family to mo to 86 per cent, of the whole. The re nopolize, whenever evening conies, the one maining 14 per cent, goes toward rearing place that has the most light for either book the 300,000 calves which are, taking one or work or play, regardless who sits in the year with another, to be found in Switz dim corner, or who has a shadow thrown erland. M. Grandeau then goes on to where the strength of the blaze should fall. descrilie the operations of the Condensed “I really cannot see anywhere else,” says the Milk company, which, with its capital of monopolizer, tranquilly, as if in full explana tion, and as if the others’ eyes were of a dif 400,000 pounds sterling, has seven fac ferent lens altogether, innocent of the fact tories, of which three (Chain, Guin, and that no one else can see either, and that it Reichenbacht) are in Switzerland. may not be positively important that the mo This industry had its origin, so far as nopolizer should see at all, since such im Switzerland was concerned, at Cham, portance depends very much on what you see when, in 1866, Mr. Page, the United and how you look at it. A selfishness as bail as any of the other States consul at Zurich, determined to try an experiment which had been con forms occurs among those members of a house ducted successfully upon a large scale hold, where there is insufficient help, who do not lift their finger» to assist in the lighter in his own country, lie had great diffi work that in such instances falls on the family culty in getting any one to believe in the itself, and who see others eking out the work possibility of success, and for the first and filling the gaps with dusters and dish year or two his factory did not condense cloths aud brooms without taking part—people the milk of more than 800 cows, or who certainly are not to bo looked at in the make more than 150,000 pound-tins of light of promoters of that comfortable feeling condensed milk. At the present time which springs from the sense of equal rights the Cham factory receives the milk of and liberties to all. Why one daughter sits 8,000 cows, and turns out more than 15,- with her novel while another scours the paint is a question that may well perplex the ob 000,000 tins of milk a year. server, who faits to see that it is because one The milk is brought to the factory on will and the other won’t, although the one large trolleys, each holding eighty cans; who will cannot, in spite of herself, hinder a the company itself fetching the milk feeling of wrong done to herself, and some from the various farms, and giving a sensation of jealousy occasioned by the ap- uniform price of 5 1-2 pence per gallon pearance of favoritism, which does not help for it Upon arriving at the factory the to make family jars impossible. We have known of mothers who carried milk is passed into a large reservoir through a net which acts as a strainer. tho opposite idea so far that, able to keep no ' servants, as it chanced, they refused to let This reservoir also serves as one of the i the daughtero wait upon the sons, seeing no scales of a machine which weighs the reason why the sons should not make the beds milk. After the milk has been weighed, they slept in, and if they wanted to wear a plug is withdrawn from the bottom clothes requiring hard ironing, such as linen of the reservoir, and the milk runs out and duck and nankeen, should not do the into large boilers of copper, where ironing with their strong hands and muscles. it is mixed with sugar of the same But those mothers were exceptions in a world weight as itself. When the sugar is dis of over indulged sons, yet we doubt not that solved the liquid mixture runs into ' they made matters easy for their future | daughters-in-law, who without wishing their vacuum boilers, where it undergoes, at i husbands to do such Ialx>r, or to effeminize a very high temperature, the process of 1 themselves in any similar way, yet reaped the condensation. In the course ot tiiree benefit of those husbands’ having been early hours it is reduced to about a third of taught to consider the rights of wive» and its origin .1 volume by the elimination of 'laughters und sisters. But other selfishnesses os irritating as the water, w hile the essential elements of the milk, such as fat and caseine, are /rasping of tho best seat and liest light and Ijest novel and first chance at book or news- in no way affected. From the condens- ing-boilers, the liquid mixture, which paj>er can be met with at every turn in many families; the selfishness, let us say, that, hav lias about the same consistency as a ing views on any questions conflicting with fluid sirup, is passed into large cylin tho views of anot her, will give voice to those ders which are constantly being Im views in season and out of season, and obtrude mersed in cold water, where it rapidly thorn even to the injury of the feelings of cools. The condensed milk, when cold, > others, and if not early and late insisting is raised by machinery into the work upon them, yet never failing to read the shops, where it is put into metal tins, fragment from l>ook or journal unpleasantly which are immediately sealed hermeti supporting them, and indulging in the audi- | ble sniff or sneer or outspoken innuendo, if cally, and are then ready for sale. All the cans used for bringing in the milk such a thing there bo, on every occasion where the indulgence is possible, a selfishness are first washed out with water, then i that shows a consciousness of the value of no .scrubbed inside, and finally steamed, one’s views but one’s own, and treats the in- before going back to the dairy. j dividuality of all others with contempt. The treatment of this large quantity of A similar selfishness is that which dis milk and the fabrication and filling of regards engagements, which considers the some 56,000 tins per diem would be im promise to be at home on a certain day or a possible unless the greater part of the ■ fixed hour as of no weight beside the incon- work was done by machinery; and, from I venience of keeping the engagement, and the cutting out of the sheets of metal who, in this manner, disturbs the household j arrangements by making meals wait, while which are used for making the tins to servants grow impatient and unwilling, and the fastening down of the wooden cases eyes grow tired with watching and ears in which tiie milk is sent all over the with listening, just as much as the almost world, all is done by machinery, a single precisely opposite selfishness insists upon the workman being able to solder 400 tins an keeping of such promises ant! engagements, hour, thanks to the excellence of the even to the point of positive discomfort and I machines he manages.—Chicago Times. injury to tlie other party, who perhaps cannot keep them without such injury, and could be excused by one with any unselfish Stanley's Welsh Relative». care. One would find it bard to come to the I understand that Mr. Henry M. Stan end of a statement of these small acta of ley regrets much that he is unable to go selfishness which infest the household, and to Dublin, because, although he has dis huil it through a burning sense of the in cover ed many out-of-the-way places, he justice done by them; and it is a question if, has not discovered Ireland yet. It in a with the present imperfection of human curious thing that he has latterly devel nature, we shah ever quite escape them; oped a great repugnance to lecturing in they are as countless as gnats in a storm, and Wales, which is his native country. The as vexatious.—Harper’s Bazar. reason of this u interesting. Your read Playing a Trick with Cowhaga. ers are aware that Mr. Stanley »¡lent hi« Cowhage or Mucuna, a prariena, m it early days in a Welsh workhouse, and that he has no precise knowledge as to in called in medical dictioimrie«, is pro his parentage. Well, whenever he goes bably the moet powerful irritant extant to Wales he is sure to encounter twenty It conn* from leguminous climbing or thirty old women who persist in claim plants and will produce an intense itch ing him as a son or a nephew or some ing that will drive a man crazy. Re- other intimate relation. It being highly tently, a giri employed as a waiter at a embarrassing and inconvenient to have Minneapolis hotel, for some reason or as many as thirty mothers, the explorer other, became |KMMes>«ed of an intense has determined to keep out of the way hatred of a traveling man. To avenge of those old ladies in future. He tells herself for some fancied insult, she pro the story hinwlf with great relish.— cured a quantity of cowhage and plenti fully besprinkled his bed with it As a Cor. Freeman's Journal. result, the victim was driven nearly nnanespearean Departments. frantic. His groans attracted attention He wm Only three European libraries—the and help was summoned. British museum, Bodleian and the li given a warm bath and soundly Afterward cold cream was brary of Trinity college, Cambridge— »-rubbed. have, it is said, a finer Bhakespearean applied, but it was several hours before department than the Boston public he could find any relief. —Chicago Hen library. “ ‘How long is it? “ ‘Well, it’s so long,’ Poe would reply, giving the ball a shoot across the room and letting it fall at full length on the floor. “He was wretchedly poor. He might have had troops of friends, you know, but some way he had the devil in him. At one time he was the assistant editor of a monthly—Burton’s, I believe, to be The editor was compelled time and out of the city for a edition of the he left the next magazine in Poe's charge. When he re turned he was astonished to find that the magazine had not come out, and that nothing had been done. Poe had disap peared. He at once began a search for his missing assistant. He finally found him in a drinking-nhop with some friends. ‘Mr. Poe,’he said, ‘I left you in charge of my magazine and I return to find that nothing has been done. How do you account for this? ’ “Poe merely invited him to go to a very warm place and held up the pros pectus of a magazine of his own that he was about to start. That was his dream all through life—to edit a magazine. “There has been a great deal of foolish talk about his drinking habits. He was not a regular drinker, but the trouble with him was that if he touched a single glass of liquor he had to keep on until he reached a climax. He had a keen critical faculty, but it was unreliable, captious, and sometimes finical. He abused Longfellow shamefully, and whenever he detected any one using the word ‘nevermore’ he always thought it was stolen from ‘The Raven.’ “By the way,” he continued as I rose, “I’ll send you a copy of my book as soon as it’s published.” I thanked the pro fessor and bade him good-night —“F. M. L.” in Chicago Times. M. Gounod’s Kite. M. Gounod’s kindness of heart is pro verbal. Not long since, during his re cent stay in Normandy, a little friend on a summer's night incited the composer to make him a kite. M. Gounod set to work and made a monster. Midnight saw the task completed. Just as the new day was creeping in, the maestro took up his pen, and, as a finishing touch, inscribed on the face of the toy a ‘ Iz it not funny how many men begin brief sonata. Rumor describes it as one when boys what they they know they of the most exquisite gems that he has will regret when grown ?” asked a friend ever written.—New Yoik Sun. of Commodore Stephenson on ’change tilr •' Feet 1-a.t and Went. the other day, as that well known gentle The California girl's feet are shaped like man aimed a volume of tobacco juice at a a chemist’s spatula, very long and very knot in the floor and hit it “What do you refer to?’ asked the narrow. Eastern people are apt to laugh outright when they see those queer shaped commodore. “Tobacco chewing, of course,” was the boots for the first time. A long, slim foot cannot, by any standard, be considered answer. “Well. I didn’t begin it In that way. It beautiful. It does not look as though it was a hair of the same dog in my case. I was made for use or for ornament. It is The head of a family was working In a tobacco factory, and the disappointing. smell of the tobacco leaves used to make soberly said that his children, born in me deathly sick every day. Finally one Maine, had Maine feet, broad and ample, old hand suggested that in the morning while those born in San Francisco had when I came to work I put a piece of a the genuine California foot, long and nar tobacco leaf in my mouth as an antidote. row. Would it not he a good plan for I accepted the suggestion and was never some scientist to study into the matter tobacco sick again. I presume many a and determine why this is sol—New York man ba’ become a slave In the same World. way.--—Cincinnati Times-Star. ANNOYANCES WHICH DIMINISH THE HAPPINESS OF A FAMILY.