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C. G. Vessel Antiquarians are taking deep interest in the excavation of the subway at New York and eagerly work the workmen as they ply pick and level, in the hope that they will discover further buried treasures. Above drawings of some of the curious finds already unearthed. Most remarkable in its beauty is a piece of old lace in the collection owner Mrs A. L. Vroman of Minneapolis. This piece was excavated from the site of the ancient city of Pezzoni, good Pompeii. This city was built on the original site of the city of Pompeii, mentioned the Bible. It was partly buried during a colocaic eruption in the 12th century and was totally buried by another eruption 400 years later. This remarkable piece of lace was found several times when excavations DUBUQUE COUNTY'S WOLVES. ney Exceed Those of Any Other Iowa County in Number. Duhique county pays out more money annually for the burea for the des of foxes, wolves and other proprydestroying animals than 15 west county. It will be a matter of prince to understand that the county treasurer paid 200,000 in bounties. Dubuque county forests are still all of wolves and nearly every weed insects appear in the court house with hides to secure prize money, yesterday Philip Richmond, a young living in Concord township, bought the hide of a large female羊 to County Auditor Welmer and cured a certificate for $5.00. Richmond stated that he killed the wolf, which is of a foxy breed, and the battle. When the dead he found six cubs he removed them to a barn with the portion of taking them to Dubuque and receiving $2.00 a piece for them, the next morning, however, he found them dead. Some other animal had taken the barn and ate the heads of the young wolves. Dubuque county pays $5.00 bounty for full grown wolves and $2.00 for the dead wild cats and foxes are so prized by the county and who brings in these animals the county auditor he will receive warranty for $1.00 for the former $5.00 on the latter. Some persons will laugh when it is suggested that wild cats are still roaming through Dubuque county. County attorney Wilmer, however, avers that it long ago he paid out $1,000 bounty the bible of a wild cat that was killed in a fire. It is said that there are more cats in Dubuque county than in any Antiquarians are taking deep in y at New York and eagerly watch vel. in the hope that they will dis drawings of some of the curious Porto Ricans Eager for Schooling. Philadelphia Record: James Press, the artist, returned from Porto Rica where he was deeply impressed the natives' desire to get an educator. There are about 50 American polynesians in Porto Rica now—the bishopton, the Lincoln, the Penn, the Niley, the Jefferson, the living, the milton and so on—and about 1,300 lis are attending them," said Mr. Briston. "One of the principalals pointed to a young girl of 17, very pretty, walked, he explained, 20 miles to from school daily, slept on a bare and banged nearly all her food, so poor. This was one of his students. A boy had on a shirt much too big for him that his whole could have slipped easily at the trouble with our shirt, ray the principal asked. The boy, an- ered: "This nintime; it's father's, in the wash. That boy would become naked rather than have a lesson. In a town I visited was a night school. The men who and it bring their own candles and on the schoolroom floor in groups one tree to each group. The because of the Porto Ricans, their say, is as remarkable as is thirst after knowledge. No tru- plicaries are needed down there." good story related by a well-known officer is being told on the author's Dumont's successful aerial have precipitated an intense campaign French builders of gas-motors. His airstrip was supplied by a 16-horsepower motor, weighting pounds per horsepower. His latest will have a 90-horsepower motor but six pounds per horsepower. The De Dion firm recently capped Dumon is considered a crowded city, only 4.3 per cent, of its inhabitants, one-room tenements, whereas inay it is 80 per cent.' It is said that when M. Nisard, the ambassador, was received in audience by the pope recently, beautiful clock presently was covered with a vell, the Vattaring that the sight of it might mind of the ambassador the haul is made by the Prussians at Paris orien, New Jersey, the victim of 磐Ti灾 disasters during the past refreshed outside aid in alleviating during of her victims, and now material assistance to the suffer- er the volcanic disaster in Mar- were made. It is a thread lace, every stitch having been made with the needle, and the pattern is plainly intended to represent the scene in the Garden of Eden. In the center of each repetition of the pattern is a tree with many branches. Under the tree are plainly shown the figure of a man and a woman, and two of the branches of the tree, one on each side, are adnuous in form and terminate in a well defined serpent's head. The lace, which is of silk, is estimated to be more than 900 years old. other county of the state. They are so numerous in some sections of the county that some farmers make a practice of trapping them every winter and then in the spring appearing before the county auditor with 40 or 50 hides. Wolves are more numerous in the northwestern section of the county than elsewhere.—Dubuque Telegraph-Herald. Napoleon's Great Fortune Napoleon Bonaparte's will, among those of great men, affords the nearest parallel to that of Cecil Rhodes in the fortune it bequeathed. He was surely the richest exile since the world began. From his lonely home at St. Helena he bequeathed to his relatives and friends $40,000,000. He had been rich, in gold as in power, beyond the dreams of avarice, and there must have passed through his hands a private fortune such as mortal man would have imagined. His decisions from conquered states have been set down at nearly $275,000,000, which is, after all, but six times multiplying the gift he secured for himself from the Austrian treasury after Austerlitz.—Chicago News. Last Sunday the blue laws wirs again enforced in Boston, and in addition to the prohibition of the sale of bananas, candy and ice cream soda, the authorities prevented dentists and photographers from doing business. Because who were aware enough to have toothache last Sunday therefore, either compelled to suffer or to some hotel where, by ordering sandwiches, they could secure the privilege of purchasing strong drinks. The London Chronicle reports that J. J. Hill has bought the China Mutual Stores company, which owns 13 large steamers trading between Liverpool and the Orient. interest in the excavation of the sub- the workmen as they ply pick and cover further buried treasures. Above finds alrady unearthed. of "When Knighthood Was in Flower," who has been supplying a series of short stories for the magazines. "I could not say," said Mr. Major. "that these short stories are in my best vein." "No?" said his publisher friend. "No," said Mr. Major. "In fact, I could write much better stuff if I wanted to." "Indeed?" said the publisher, inquiringly. "How do you know?" The friends of Bronson Howard, the playwright, are much concerned over his condition. He is now in the south of France with his wife and is nearly helpless from a nervous disease, which first came upon him last winter while he was in Egypt. Though his mind is clear, his body other than his ears are sound, the nervous affection keeps him confined to his rooms and much of the time to his bed. Mr. Howard is the author of a long list of plays. Prince George, of Hohencolllern, who died in Germany recently, wrote, under the pseudonym of "G. Conard," a number of dramas, several of which ran at length in Berlin. Though a distant cousin of Emperor William, and formerly a cavalry general, the prince kept aloof from court and military circles, and associated chiefly with literary men and artists. He was fond of wandering around antiquary shops, deciphering inscriptions with a microscope, which he was never without. Algernon Sartoris, a grandson of General Ulysses S. Grant, is to enter the army. Young Sartoris is 28 years old, a fine, strapping, athletic fellow. He is ambivalent, serve in the foreign branch of the army. He was educated at Oxford university. During the Spanish war he served on the staff of Volunteer Fitzhugh Lee as a captain of volunteers. After the war he studied for the bar and later became an apprentice in the works of the Westinghouse company at Pittsburg. Neither occupation was to his liking. A chimney 11 feet high will sway 10 inches in a high wind without danger. Dispatches from Martinique come about 14,000 miles to the newspapers of the United States, going to Dutch and French Guiana, Brazil Cape Verde and Madera islands, Portugal the Azores and to New York. Richard Mansfield, the actor, promises for next year the greatest revival of Shakur O'Regan rama that has been presented since the days of Booth and Barrett. His repertoire will include five of the great tragedies. Five hundred and forty pounds of blood pass through the heart within a THE MODERN WARFARE. Full thick and fast the battle raged; The balls flew swift and hot, And no one's arder was assuged in his hand. Estrwhile the shot came in the breast, Or erstwhile in the eye. But still each hero stretched his vest. Besworn to do or die. No man such battle ever viewed And keep his nerves intact. The watchers are fast lured Upon the balls they whacked— The watchers of the tournament In deep and grim array. Their prayers and beats to heaven sent For the fray. In honor of the strong! Now would it not make strong men swoon? The game was—well, Ping-Pong. — H. R. V. in Inter-Ocean. To Err is Human. BY JEANNETTE HADERMANN WAL- WORTH. (Copyright, 1901, by Authors' Syndicate.) "F course their trousers will bag at the knees and their slaves be miles too short, and they will be superior to such ef- fete requirements as fresh handker- chiefs and look askance at table napkins." "Anything is conceivable of two Vermont farm-reared boys, but I do wish, Betty, you would not itemize the horrors of the situation. Betty Vance, you are abominable." This because Betty imperturbably pursued the itemizing process. "Of course, they will say 'yes, man', 'no,' shr., with a down East draw, and will be deeply embarrassed by their own legs and hands, which are sure to be unmistakable air of having been cut at home with a dull par of shears, or chewed off by predatory calves." "Oh, Betty, don't. I shall die of hysterics. Why should papa inflict them on us?" "Because in remote ages of antiquity their mother's step-aunt married our father's brother's nephew. Papa comes out strong on consanguinity." "Of course, they will insist on cousinning us." "Once, perhaps," said Miss Alice Vance, with a dangerous gleam in her fine eyes. "They will never repeat the offense. I shall insist upon papa's introducing us as 'Miss Vance' and 'Miss Betty Vance.'" "Much good that will do us." The Misses Vance, of West Eighty-fourth street, had always been vaguely conscious of certain obnoxious connections in Vermont, but it had never occurred to them that these undesirable connections would ever have to be reckoned with personally. That morning their father had read aloud to them a letter from the mother of the two imminent invaders in which she asked naively that Cousin George would steer her two good laddies through the dark labyrinths of Greater New York." From the reading of the letter, Banker Vance had looked appealingly at his two elegant daughters. "I guess these McMaster boys haven't seen much of the world you have moved it up to," she said. "If they would go golf stick from the hoe handle, but for my sake I ask you to be good to them. When I was a struggling youngster the woman who writes this appeal to me was good to me. I should like to pay my debt to her. But I can't if you won't help me." Of course they would help him. And it was only after he had driven from the door in his smart coupe that they allowed themselves the freedom of criticism and prophecy. "The very fact that their mother says the boys want to see their first Fourth of July in New York, shows how frightfully crude they all are, when every sane person tries to get out of town at that very time. I thank heaven that most of our friends will be gone." "Father says they have been educated, Allie." "To know a book from a wheelbarrow, perhaps." "I am going after Lettie Blake," said Miss Vance, with decision, she left the lunch table. "What for?" "She is as near kin to these gawks as we are, and I'm going to compel her to share our responsibilities and our humility." "But the strike is on, Allie, along the very line you will have to take to get to Letty. And papa says they are growing holder and more intractable every day." "If we are to stop using the cars because there is a tie-up on a few line we may as well give up going out of the house at all. Somebody is always striking about something or other. I'll go alone if you are afraid." If I would let you incur any risk without me, even Vermont cousins. It would be a comfort to have Lettie here to dinner. We'll fetch her at all hazards." "You see, my dear," Miss Vance remarked in continuance of a conversation begun while she and Miss Blake waited on a street corner for a car. "It is as much your duty to see us through this ordeal as it is ours. They are your kin as much as ours. I know I shall expire of mortification before the week is out. If you hear of my sudden demise, please see to it that 'Died of the McMasters' is inscribed on my headstone." "She was talking across Betty to Lettie. A tall young man, improachably dressed, who had given up his seat when the tro looked as if he needed help, and who had taken his T-shirt and some difficulty as he swung by a strap, glanced at her over the top of his paper, and moved a few steps farther away. Betty, who as a rule was more observant than her sister, rebelled Allie for her mention of names. "How do you know his name is not McMasters, Allie? Our family have not patent rights to it?" "Who, that man behind the paper? He is a gentleman from the very looks of his pink finger-nails down to his polished shoes." Whitz—whizz—whizz! In quick succession three well-alarmed missiles fell upon the front platform of the car. The motorman reeled. His firm hold upon the brake relaxed and he sank to the floor in a senseless heap. With blanched cheeks the conductor passed swiftly from his post on the rear platform to take his comrade's place. A rain of sticks, sticks and gravel rewarded his adherence to duty. He gronned and turning a pale face towards the frightened passengers, said nervously: "We've broken a wrist for me. I can't manage the brakes at all. I wanted to run her straight for the stables, making no stops by the way." The man behind the Tribune flung down his paper and beckoned with his eyes to a passenger near the rear door. "Fred, can't you and I run her through? I believe I can tackle the brakes. If they floor me, as they have those two brave fellows, take it in hand yourself. Between us all we ought to be able to care for this crowd. You women get down on the floors. That's the safest place." He was out on the front platform. The car jumped forward under his energetic if unpracticed touch. He scarcely looked official with the tails of his cutaway streaming out behind, and his hat, which had received the imprint of his face, he beheared he got the door way, adhering to one side of his head in a raikish position. But his sinuey figure and the fire in his eyes as he glanced savagely to right and left at the hooting, running mob, he was rapidly leaving in the rear, inspired the frightened passengers with absolute confidence. No one was more relieved than the amateur motorman when a knot of blue-coated officials standing on the sidewalk located the car stobies for him. 'Here we are,' he said, bringing the car to a stop with an awkward suddenness, and the glint of for these two porous need attention." The crowd was surrounded by a questioning, clamoring exclamatory group of officials. "How did you manage it, if you never had a job before?" somebody asked of the tall hero, who was vigorously mopping his perspiring brow. It had to be done, and somebody had to. It had to be answered quietly, and before anyone could express thanks or appreciation he had disappeared in the crowd and vanished from sight. The man he had called to help aim in case of being stricken, acted the role of three badly frightened young ladies, and then he, too was lost to sight. Later on the same three damsels, arrayed in faultless dinner garb, discussed the promising picture and the cowing gawks. "I'm glad we have something to talk to the creatures about. Wasn't he splended? He ordered us all around as if he were a general on the field." "Napoleon could not have been more autocratic. And did anybody ever see finer eyes?" "Fred's best," said Betsy, "There came the gawks now. I hear pansa's latch key." Mr. Vance entered, followed by two tall young men. Alice gave a smothered scream. Betty groaned. Of course he had heard every word they had said about him before he became a hero! Lettie Blake proved herself invaluable. Reed McMaster's hand and asked, eagerly: "How did you do it?" He smiled down upon her quietly. "It had to be done, and somebody had to do it. That's about all there is to it. But I'm afraid Fred didn't take in many nickels for the company during the run." And Alice thanked him almost as much for relieving the situation of its gravity as she had for his running the car into safety. But there came a day when Mr. Arlie McMasters lost all bluemance of heroism. When he stood stammering and sputtering before beautiful Alice Vance like the verest coward in existence. "In fact," he said, forcing a smile to his agonized face, "if you say no to me, Cousin Allie, I shall try hard to die within a week, and if I do, please see to it that you have inscribed on my headstone: 'Died of the Vances.'" "There, I knew you heard it, but you have been behaving so beautifully I began to hope for the best." he said, carrently, and the best this world can afford me is this dear little hand. "Oh, but Alfred, I'm not half good enough to marry a hero—" "And Ferd and I have been scouring the city for the best patent trousers stretcher, and he has promised Betty to have al his coat sleeves touch his second knuckles. And—and—" "Want to know?" Alice drawled, with down East intonation, lifting demure eyes to his, full of contagious fun. "I've always school myself to a graceful acceptance of the inevitable—" "That's me, the ex-motorman interrupted, with a rant smile, and took entire possession of her masterfully as he had taken the car brakes in hand. Alice drew herself out of his arms, to fasten sincere eyes on his." "But, Alfred, how can you forgive me?" "To err is human," he laughed. "To forgive—divine," she sighed, nestling close to him in perfect content. BEATING THE MAIL. How Penny Postage Was Introduced Into England. Many years ago, when Queen Victoria first began to reign, it cost ninepence to send a letter from one English city to another. In those days, the postage was not paid by the sender of the letter as is now customary, but by the receiver. So of course there were many poor people who could not afford to pay ninepence when their mail arrived, and it often happened that they were obliged to forfeit the letters. Rowland Hill was riding on the emigrants of city, and he saw a postman bring a letter to a young girl, and demanded ninepence for it. The girl took the letter, scrutinized it carefully, and then handed it back to the man saying she could not afford to pay the postage. Thereupon Rowland Hill, being a kind-hearted man, rode up and insisted upon paying it himself. When the postman had gone the girl confessed to her benefactor, and he insisted to avoid paying ninepence every letter, he made certain marks on the envelope which she alone could decipher. "But," said Roland Hill, "don't you know you are doing something very dishonest, in thus cheating the government?" The girl admitted she did, but there was no other way to do. He meditated over this little incident, and his far-famed idea of "penny postage" was the result. At first he was laughed at by everyone, but he fought bravely and finally was rewarded by seeing his idea in practice all over the land. A Simple Remedy. The readiness of some people to send for a man to do those things about the house which the smallest amount of enterprise or ingenuity would enable them to do for themselves is illustrated by an incident, reported in the Chicago Tribune, of a family named Chuckster. He had bought some new gas burners with mantles. For a week or two the light was satisfactory; then it grew dim and dimmer until Mrs. Chuckster sent for the gasfitter. "It grows worse all the time," she explained. "When was it put in?" asked the man. man. "About a month ago." "Ah, yes; I see." Then he lifted the chimney off, took it out to the kitchen, washed it with soap and water, and the light burned as brightly as ever. "Fifty cents," said the man. Congressman Sulzer was busy writing at his desk, the other day, when a Republican colleague came over and asked him to go to the ball game. "Sorry I can't join you. Fact is I am too A LARGEST SHARK EVEN Caught! Not far from Rome is the little village of Nomi, and near by is a lake of the same name. In old days there was a splendid temple of Diana where the village now stands, and on the lake were seen at all times several imperial galleries, on board of which the reigning emperor and his courtlers frequently feasted and made merry. The temple and the long since disused basin, the latter having been sunk in a great storm, but many portions of the temple have been recovered, and some of the ornaments which adorned the galleries have also recently LARGEST SHARK What is claimed to be the largest specimen of a basking shark in the world was recently washed ashore on the beach at the Hotel Ormond, Florida. This great water creature measured 18 feet in length and weighed over 2,000 pounds, and was five feet tall. The shark men could lay in an outstretched line, while his tremendous mouth could take in the body of an averaged sized pony. Just how the mighty monster met his death is a mystery, as the species is known to be fierce and few have been known to have been captured alive. The shark being of such gigantic size, Messrs. Anderson & Bock, hotel owners, dug a grapefruit the presence of the shark to the Smithsonian institution, which, recognizing the value of the rare specimen, at once se- TWO DRINKS. ONE GLASS. It seems incredible, yet it is a fact, that one can drink water and beer at the same time out of one glass. Any ordinary glass will suffice, and the first thing to be done is to pour beer into it until it is half full, then over the beer is to be carefully placed a piece of smooth linen, and as soon as this is in position the water may be poured into the glass, drop by drop. As the specific gravity of water is quite different from that of beer, it is Impossible under these conditions for the two liquids to mingle. Either water or beer can now be drunken out of the glass, though the manner of drinking is different in each case. The water can be drunk in the ordinary fashion, but the beer must be taken such a straw Though this is really an easy trick, great care is necessary in pouring the beer and water into the glass and in filling the piece of linen in proper position. BALD HEADS. The Pessimistic Views of an Old Tonsorial Artist. New Orleans Times-Democrat: The Old Barber was in a gloomy mood. He was talking about bald heads. "Hair may disappear altogether after a while," he said, "and in that event barbers will have less to do than they have now. It will force the barbers out of business. From the way I look at it men are largely responsible for being baldheaded. They do not take proper care of their head covering. Long hair is one of the worst things in the world. No man can keep a scalp clean and wear long hair. If the scalp is not kept clean the hair will become unhealthy. It will finally die. Besides, it requires more nourishment for a long hair than it does for a short one. "Men starve their hair to death. Hairs must be fed and nourished like any other part of the human system. There is a quantity of oil in a little bulb at the root of each hair, and it is upon this substance that the hair feeds. The oil oozes out into the opening in the hair. I suppose the heat of the body forces this oily substance up through the hollow of the hair, very much like the heat of the atmosphere forces the fluid up in a thermometer. At any rate, it is forced up and often oozes out the end of the hair. Barbers have resorted to singing in order to keep this oil in the hair. Singing closes the hollow, seals it, and the oil is absorbed by the hair. If the hair is allowed to grow to any great length there is not enough oil to properly feed it. It becomes dry and finally dies. It cracks open and splits in two separate parts. This process continues until a man becomes bald, often prematurely, and he never knows just how it all happens. been brought to light. Among the latter is a bronze head of Medusa. Doubly interesting is this, not only because it is a fine specimen of ancient bronze work, but also because it was one of the principal ornaments of Caligula's private galley or yacht. Under the direction of the Italian government strenuous efforts are now being made to recover any other treasures of the gallies, these long-lost gallies, and, as the exact position of several of the gallies is known, it is generally believed that the search will be highly successful. EVER CAUGHT. cured it for the National museum where the skin and skull are now being prepared for exhibition. It is considered by scientists to be one of the most striking objects there. While it was lying on the beach hundreds of tourists from Ormond and vicinity viewed the giant form. The shark is a species of the Indo-Pacific basking shark, inhabiting the tropics, and has never before been seen in our waters. In its varied colors its differs markedly from the majority of sharks, being ornamented with buff spots and stripes on a dark ground. The mouth forms nearly an oblong aperture and is surrounded by more or fewer shark teeth. There are only two of these sharks on exhibition—one in Paris, the other at the British museum, the latter being 17 feet long. sideder in this connection. The tension of life is high now, and men are more feverish than they used to be. This condition has a serious effect on a man's hair, tending to deaden it, and it falls out. Between these influences, and others which might be enumerated, bald heads have been accumulating at an alarming rate, and unless the men begin to think more of these things the comb and brush will not be needed in the average household, and the bad hair may only close up shop, and the tape may not be so far off, either. It may not come in my time, of course, but I am not mistaken about the tendency. The number of bald heads already in existence will bear me out in all I have said." DRIES CLOTHES INDOORS. When clothes are hung up to dry in a kitchen or laundry they not only occupy a good deal of room, but they are an impediment to the free circulation of air, and for this reason a novel device, which is intended to do away with these undesirable features, is meeting favor among housewives of Europe. It consists of a small wooden box, to which are attached several cords. When clothes are to be dried this box can be raised to any desired height, and the cords can be stretched and fastened in the most appropriate places. In this way wet clothes can be removed in an instant to the warmest part of the room, where they will be dried in a few minutes. Decidedly Hureasonable Clara—Men are the most impatient creatures. Harry knows that I have an offer from Mr. Oldchap, who is just rolling in wealth, yet Harry is just as unreasonable and babyish as if he thought I really cared for the old grayhead. Harry is so ugly about it that he won't do me the smallest favor. Mother—What did you ask Harry to do? Clara—I merely asked him to wait and be my second husband.—New York Weekly. The River Jordan. The Jordan, during its course, falls over 1,200 feet. At no point is it navigable, even by a small craft, to any considerable distance, and it presents the unique spectacle of a river which has never been navigated flowing into the sea which contains not one living creature. Great Learning. Kind Lady (horrified)—My child, I hope you not swear! Small Boy—Naw, not much; but I'm learner! He Could Make Money, But Was Rather Weak in Orthography. Philadelphia Times: According to all traditions, Commodore Vanderbilt, who laid the foundation of the family wealth that has become proverbial, was a man without education, knowing little of the world, and weak on spelling. He kept to himself the word on which the combination of the office safe was based, until sudden sickness prevented his appearing one morning and it became necessary to transfer the secret in order that the day's work might be done without let or hindrance. The bookkeeper sent to the commodore's house for the wordkey, and received reply that "dog" was the necessary word. But every effort to release the bolts on the "d-o-z" combination failed, and it was necessary to find a new word to fear that the old financier might have made a thoughtless mistake. But the messenger was speedily convinced that the mistake was somebody else's when the frascible commodore roared at him: "Dog, you dog! 'Dog!' Confound you all for a lot of aenis. Go back—go back to the office and open that safe on 'dog'—d-o-r-g-e, 'dog!' TOMB FOR NEWSPAPERS. British Museum Will Build Vault for Their Storage. Surely there is nothing more dead on earth than yesterday's newspaper. A man walked down the main or branch path of the mortuary set apart at the British museum for these mayflies or ephemera of the printing press might reflect a funeral reflection on ink slung in vain on paper misspept. Yet it was seen that live industry is conducted on numbers, and that these must be deposited within easy reach of London. Hence the British museum is going to spend $18,000 on a new old newspaper site. The papers are to be carried off to Hendon and there deposited, not in the lake, but in a building made expressly for them. The files can be ordered up to one of the reading-rooms of the British museum as required. In the big room of the new-papers. We believe it is held by one of the great public libraries that there is no such thing as a superfluous bok on the earth. And seemingly there is a newspaper too many. YANKEE AMAZON: Massachusetts Women Who Fought in the Revolutionary War. Boston Herald: The memory of Deborah Sampson Gannett, the woman soldier in the revolutionary war, who fought under the name of Robert Shurtleff, was honored lately at a banquet at Sharon, Mass., where she lived more than 40 years. Her body lies at Rockridge cemetery in that town, where the grave is frequently pointed out to visitors. The banquet hall was decorated with the national colors, and intermingled in large letters were the historic names: Deborah Sampson, Mary Lyon, Anne Hutchinson and Hannah Dustin. In a conspicuous place was a wreath in which were the words, "I Was There." This referred to Deborah Sampson's oft-repeated saying in her lectures on the battles in which she had participated while dressed as a man. One of the speakers during the evening suggested that these words be placed upon Sharon's town seal. The Office Boy Gets Taken in on 's Question of Collateral. Philadelphia Record: Stanley, the office boy, made his appearance in the art department wearing a Christian Endeavor button in the lape of his coat. "I'm glad to see you have decided to lead a moral and upright life in the future," remarked the cartoonist, fixing his gaze on the emblem. "Aw, far, em out!" replied Stanley. "Dis be collateral for a loan, see? An' I up against it at flat. I lenas a feller 80 cents, an', says, 'Gimme somethin' her security.' Well, he flashes his见 pin on me, an', like an easy mark, I takes it. Dere ain't no moral an' upright life about dis here deal." Well, the button is worth 80 cents, isn't it? asked the cartoonist. "Naw," replied Stanley in disgust. "I ought it was when I took it, but I found out since youse kny buy 'em for a quarter." In the cow to be altogether eliminated from the dairy The British consul general at Marselles hears that "a new fatty substance, for consumption in the United Kingdom, to take the place of buter, is being put on the British market. It is called vegetale, and is nothing else than the oil extracted from copa (dried coconut), refined, and with all smell and taste neutralized by a patented process. It becomes like sweet lard, and is intended to compete with the other oils as a substitute for butter." A Liverpool firm, we are told, will this year help in an effort to popularize the stuff. A Suggested Change "Having formally organized," said the president of the new woman's club, "we must now discuss the aim of our society. "Better call it 'object', if it's a good one," orried the rude man, who really had no business there. "A womanis aim" is notoriously bad"—Philadelphia Press. Echo of an Old Slander. "Who is your valedictorian?" asked the new reporter, who had been sent to do up the commencement exercises. "Allway Zanasse," replied the sophomore with the wicked eye. "Singular name," ejaculated the new reporter, burying writing it down in his notebook. Particulars of Particulars of the Crime. 'But Bigus has cut you out, has he?' asked the sympathetic friend. 'Yes, blank him!' exclaimed the disconsolete lover. 'I wish I could kill him, but he's too big for me. I don't dare to attack him or my bare fists.' 'Take one of your sights,' suggested the sympathetic friend. The Real Thing. "It looks very pretty," said the swell Miss Blugore, who was shopping, "but it certainly isn't stylish." Oh, "you're way off there," replied the salesgentleman. "It's all right. My last wear wears one." -Philadelphia Press. Abe Stephen, who left the Roman Catholic church after distinguished studies at the Propaganda, has recent