“JOE”: 11111111180111.
HE TELLS "lE LOTOS CLUB ABOUT
Hi 3 CAREER.
At 11131.1 Tours 11”.; Made His Ap-
pearance as a Pirate. Abraham Lin-
coln Helped Jefferson’s Company in
the Test.
“The Lotos Club, of New York, gave
a dinner to Joseph Jefferson, the veter-
an actor. not long ago, and wined and
praised him genera a.lly When the time
came for J eftei son to make an addiess,
.the Presi' ent of the Club, in warm
words of praise proposed his health,
which was drunk standing.
As the gue;t arose there was wild ap-
plause which he stilled with one tip-
raised hand, and began:
“If a theatrical audience could ap-
plaud like that,” he said, “how much
better the acting would be. While I
may have had some floating idea that
my professional services may have been
appreciated, I had no idea that I was so '
good a man until your president said
those words. It is almost embarrassing
to be so respectable.
“If I recollect aright. the lawyer in
‘The School for Scandal,’ upon being de-
tected in a good act, asks that it be kept
quiet. Sir Peter Teazle says, 'Zounds,
man, are you ashamed of it?’ And the
lawyer ieplies, ‘No, but Ilive by the
badness of my reputation, and if this
got abroad it would ruin me.’ So I en-
treat you, don"t repeat what hasbeen
said of me here by your president. If I
don’t do some desperate act soon my
friends will suspect me.
“It will surprise you, perhaps, to
learn that my first experience in public
was nearly sixty years ago. I find that
by consulting the history of the stage
that in 1837 Master Joseph Jefferson——
I take it that was myself—then seven or
eight years old, appeared at a benefit
tendered Master Titus, who was ten, in
the Franklin Theatre. We were an-
nounced to appear in a terrific broad-
sword combat. 'I was dressed as a
Spanish pirate. I may say it is surpris-
ing when 1 look back upon it that the
inhabitants permitted such a savage
spectacle. But, to resume. he was
dressed as an American citizen, and,
natural‘ y I was to be overcome by him.
I have no political feeling in this unit
tel. puiely p1ofessional, I assuie y”0u.
Here the rising laughter forced him
to stop. ‘ His hands had begun to move
unconsziously. His facial expression
was irresistibly humorous. He raised
his hand for silence and went on:
“413 he put his boot on my chest and
waved the Star Spangled Banner. and
the curtain came down, it is tradition
that I came near cutting off the big toe
of little Titus.
“Well,
saying, I find myself out West with my
father, a wandering manager, after
walking between towns, and not for ex-
rcise. I assure you. In Springfield,
111., there was a religious revival in
progress and a prohibitive license was
demanded of us.
“A lawyer came forward, interested
himself. charged nothing for his ser-
vices, and by exercising his talents and
his humor succeeded in having the ex-
action of a license done away with. Af-
terward he moved into a. great place in
the afl’aiis of this nation. He now lies
buried near Springfield, beneath a men-
ument recording the life and virtues of
Abraham Lincoln.
‘Then 1 find myself 1n New 01 leans
on some patriotic occasion. The mana-
ger, half patriotic, half commercial, ar-
ranged that ‘The Star Spangled Banner’
be sung by the entiie company. I was
young then and had a fairly good voice.
I used to lead the chorus. Where I led
them to I haven’t the remotest idea.
Well, I was to sing the first voice. I had
studied it till I knew it backwards, an'l
I’m afraid that’s the way I sang it. My
poor mother, expecting great things of
her son, was in the wings. I was blind
with nervousness.
"I eta 1:gered forward and sang: “Oh,
say, can you see—:——-’ and there I stuck,
I began it again, and once more get
stuck. I don't know if they could see.
I couldn’t anyway. I hope you never
will be hissed off the stage. I was, reg-
ularly, on that occasion. The mana-
ger, a German, kept saying, ‘Go on You.
(lo 011. Yoe,’ but 'Yoe’ couldn’t do it. I
flung myself on my mother’s neck and
we cried it outlogether.
“I believe I am fairly patriotic, but
on. that occasion I cursed our national
anthem up and doWn.”
Continuing, fur. J eiferson told how
he and Billy Florence, when they were
to appear together for the last time, re-
hearsed speeches, at FlorenCe’s sugges-
tion, to be needy in case they were call-
ed before the curtain.
1 “He was to say something,” said Mr.
J etferson, "and I was to reply with sur-
prise on my face. The curtain went
down, the actors were in the wings
ready to hear us—and the audience
111. lift call us out at all. You see how
:mpor tant preparation is on these occa-
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In conclu ion he said he would never
forget the honor done him by the club.
tie was cheered to the echo.
Camels for Coney island.
A caravan of eighteen camels, each.
carrying a huge pack and attended by :1
native Egyptian runner,wended its way
through New York recently;
' curious “ships of the desert” have cast
anchor at Coney Island, where they are
to remain throughout the summer. The
community is the largest of its kind
ever seen in New York. , _ .
'A Question of Relationship.
Visitor—Well, Freddy, how many
brothers have you?"
Freddy—I have one, but my sister
Stella has two.
"Well, how is that?” Who are they?”
“Me and my brother."—Pliiladclphla
Inquirer. -
The Grammatical Clerk,
“C an you give me a room and a
' Dal-tilt; .
You‘ ll 1121119 to bathe ‘ C::r:.-'.f.,"
.—Life. , '
,to cut slowly, but it cuts surely, and
'tcr of its enemy that owners of oys-
after that contest, as Iwas-
' These"
THE ovsrsws ENEMY.
The “ Drill,” Which is Fatal to Its Victim
and Requires Constant Watching.
The oyster's worst enemy, and one
with which it has been found'impos-
sible to successfully cope, is a spiral~
shelled terror called the ‘drill, that
seems to have been especially con-
structed to reduce the oyster supply.
The drill is aptly named, for it is a
shellfish provided with a regular drill
about an eighth of an inch in length,and-
Is made of a material that will go
through the hardest oyster shell. When
the drill has singled out a victim he
fastens to it like grim death and begins
operations. By an unerring instinct
that is fatal to the victim the “drill”
always points its weapon at the exact
spot where the sharp implement will
here direct to the heart of the oyster.
No cracksman, boring through a- steel
safe where wealth is stored, works
more earnestly than does the drill
when boring for the vital part of a
bivalve. It may be days before the
)yster's armor is penetrated, but there
is no shaking the drill off when once it
has begun work. The power behind
the boring implement is only sufficient
sooner or later the interior of the shell
is reached and the weapon pricks the
life out of the soft body. Then, in
death, the oyster becomes anybody’s
food. for the shell opens, and the drill,
:1i..'.-1 gaged f1om the armor that could
not ke op it out. feasts itself on the
juicicst part of the bivalves.
The only means known at present to
guard against the attacks ofthis fer-
nn'dnblc enemy is to exercise unceas-
111g vigilance and laboriously examine
every separate oyster at close inter-
vals of time. IVhen a drill is found
on one of the shells it. is plucked off
and crushed under an oysterman‘s
boot heel. But this is a distressingly
slow process for these labor-saving
times, and it is for the purpose of find-
ing some quicker: less costly, and
equally sure way of ridding the oys-
ter beds are petitioning Congress.—
.\'cw York Journal.
STORY OF‘ANDREW JACKSON.
A Tavern Bill that “'35 \‘l’iped (lut by the
Battle of New Orleans.
1111011 indrcw Jackson p1actiscd lav
in Guilford countv, N. C, the fees that
1111111111111 him W'cic meagre enough,
and the young barrister was not al-
ways able to make his cash balance
with his expense account. He practised
in Surrey, as well as in Guilford, and
often spent a week at a time in the 01d
tavern at Rockford.
Emanuel Cranor kept the Rockford
tavern. Often Jackson was unable to
pay his tavern bill, and the landlord
would let the amount go over until
ucxt time. When Jackson departed
from Guill'ord for his new 11-01110. in
Tennessee he left :1 bill of $224 due the
tavern" Crunor sent him one dun 111’-
11-1' another. carefully noting on the
book that no reply had been received.
\thn the newspapers containing the
accounts of the battle of New Orleans
arrived, Cranor read the story
through. He then valked across to
the register, and wrote in red across
the page beside Tackson's name:
"To balance in full by the. battle of
\ew Orleans.’
The. book is said to be in existence at
this day, -
It has been discovered in the arch-
ives of Guilford county that Jackson
was once a constable, with the, rank of
deputy sheriff. IIis oath and bond are
now 011 file in the county documents.
——.\'cw York Sun.
A Spider Keeps Time (.0 Music,
At a recent rehearsal of the Apollo
Male Quartet, of Goldwater, Mich, a
large spider came slowly down his
silken thread to about the height of
the singers’ shoulders, where he hung
suspended for a few minutes, then be-
gun to move up and down in front of
the music rack.
The second tenor, who was leading.
the air, soon noticed that movements
of the spider corresponded with the
variations of his voice, up and down
the scale, and in perfect time. They
then began a series of experiments and
found that the spider would ascend or
descend about a foot for every octave,
and though the melody was carried
ever so lightly, and the basses thun-
dered in their heaviest tones, the in-
sect could not be deceived, but :11-
ways followed the leading part accu-
rately and with the precision of a di-
rector’s baton.
All kinds of songs, from “Down in
the Cornficlfc” to “The Bridge,” were
sung to test the ability of this wonder-
ful little being, and each time he came
out of the conflict not a beat behind.
At last the four voices struck an awful
discordfand instantly the spider scur-
ried 11p his improvised metronome and
disappeared in the chlmney.—St. Paul
Globe.
The Philosopher O‘er His Bottle.
Last summer I renewed my ac-
quaintance with an old gentleman in
Bath County, Ky., who has drunk
whiskey all his life, but is yet regarded
as quite a temperate 1111111. He is one-
out of a general average of 10,000.
perhaps, who has the actual faculty of
moderate drinking, and yet, philoso-
phi}. ing on the subject, he said: “Af-
ter havi mg lived elghty- -one years I
have learned that'one drink of whiskey
is enough. I have also learned that
drinking whiskey is a business by it-
self. It is, moreover, a jealous busi-
ness that doesn’t want you to do any-
thing else. You must attend strictly
to that when you are at it, and let all
other business go.”—Chicago Times-
Herald. » '
l)ubioos.Joy.
Bobby, was papa pleased when you
told him that grandma was here?”
-“I guess so;, he said ‘gec-whlz!”-—
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SHE KNEW WEBSTER.
MRS. DAWES TELLS STORIES OF THE
GREAT DANIEL.
He was Unconventional and Generous.
How He Earned a, Quarter from a. Rustic
who Didn’t Know Him, and His Love of
the Public Schools.
There lives in a large old- fashioned
farmhouse on Chile avenue, just outside
of the city limits iii Gates, an elderly
lady,- who is in all prob ibllity the only
personin Rochester who enjoyed an in
timato acquaintance with Daniel Web
ster when the latte-r was in his prime.
Mrs. Dawes, for such is her name, is 80
years of age, and is descended from a
long line of Puritan ancestors. Mrs.
Dawcs’ great- grand father came over
with Governor Bradford on the May-
flower, and the name of George Soule
can be seen to this day on the tablet
which records0 the land 11g of that
sturdy little band of p: ilgrims. He was
one of Crevernor Bradford’s closes.
friends. '
Mrs. Dawes’ grandparents purchase?
a small promontory on the Massa ch11
sctts coast, midway be, ween Plymouth
an:l.Marshfie1d, about six 11 11:43 distant
from the former place. Herc they live
for ncaiiy two centuries ti1ep_-ace a
suming the name of Du); ury. Mix.
Dawes was born there, and when she
was about "0 years of ,. '1,ge Dani 1 Web-
ster ,who was then a membc 1 of Co:
gress, move ed to Marshiield, purchasing
the Thomas farm, directly across the
little bay from the Dawes homestead.
It did not take long for the two tamilic:
to become acquainted, f01 W ebs tei s
genial nature and winning personality
soon made him the friend of the entir;
ncigh borhood.
W ebster was a 1211 ge ma 11 with a deczzl
e1. .ly plain but intelligent face. He 1132211
to wall; {1.1011111 his farm weaiinu t:1-.-
peeiest CID thcs he could find, and alwa '
with a large 0 :1101'111 hand xcrch '-
11'ouud around his 1.11:) if. ,
2111's. Dawes said t§;1;:t,‘1"cbstcr was
alt? 1y 12:. :.11.~.'o of his
,3.' and by tin.-
:11'3'15113'. (111-4
admired by the vm
good 11 itiiie and soc: 1151?-
110101 because of his
1:11 i‘.‘ was 21.51.1111 to opt: .. a: ti; o ppm
ing of a new district sch/1.21:? D1: bur
He consented, and in the 1:011:53 111 Ills.
1'ci.1arks said: “If I 11:11 "€10 )cnll..':11 i
would send them all to the 1.111111
schools.’ Among Mobs t31s 15110 t 1519
(1110111: visitms at Mar-'slaiiell was John
Quincy Adams. Mrs. Dawes met Ad-
ams on different 31:21:11 11.5, butalwr‘s
said that, although he 11133111.).1'1bccn
more hlnhly educ lie 1 1' ran Webste., he
did not have as bright an intellect.
Adams 1'. as inclined to fl ziery, walls
Webster always dressed in a most 11 1.
conventional fashion. Altl ough IVO-
ster has often been :1. 3.2115311 of drinki“ .._';
heavily, Mrs. Dawes said that she nevei
saw him the w01 so for liquor during the
long term of years he lived at Mansfield.
She said that, although he never was a
communicant of any church, Webster
attended the old Congregational church
at Marsnfield regular y, and was of :1
deeply devotional nature. She remem-
bers several pointed words of advic-
that he delivered to a young man who
failed to act with proper decorum in
the church one Sunday. Mrs. Dawes
considered Webster to be a man of
strong will, but, like all others living at
Duxbury and Marshfield at the time.
she loved the statesman for his sterling
qualities. Always kind and consider
ate, he won the heart of every one he.
met.
One day, when Mrs. Dawes was still
a young woman, Webster and her uncle.
were busily engaged in fishing near the
shores of the bay. She was walking
along the bank, when a stylishly.
dressed young man from Boston, who
had been visiting at Marshfield, fell in-
to the marsh. It was extremely diffi
cult to walk across the bog at any time
without sinking into the soft mud,
much like quicksand. The youth shout
ed across the bay to \Vebster, asking
how much the latter would take to pull
him out of the mud and carry him
aeross to the opposite side. “A quar
ter,” replied Webster. After depositing
the young swell safely on the other
shore. he received the quarter, and
turned to go away. “And to whom am
I indebted?” queried the unfortunate
rusticator. “Only Daniel Webster.”
replied the famous lawyer. It was
hard for the youth to believe that the
poorly dressed fisherman standing be
fore him was the same man whose
name was perhaps the greatest in Amer r
ica. at that time ;.but after having been
convinced 'ofi truth. he apologized for
his former patronizin‘.’ * air.
. _._—4._.
Late Sown Fodder Corn.
Last yearI put in' a piece of corn after
removing a crop of barley. I had very
little hay and other fodder, and wanted
to get all I could to stand my stock
through the winter.
The field was good corn land and. was.
planted about July 20 with a common
drain drill in rows about three feet
apart. I used commercial fertilizer 1n
the drill at the same time, so as to fur-
nish a help for rapid growth.
My neighbors watched my experi
ment closely , some expecting I would
no;- get enough to pay for my trouble,
but all were surprised at the result.
When cut, the corn was above the fen-
ces and all tasselled out. It made an
excellent quality and a large quantitty
of fodder. It was cut with a common
grain binder and set in shocks until
cured.
Winter rye was drilled in this field
between the rows of corn when it was
about six inches high. This made nice
pasture after the corn Was cu‘: and will
give pasture this spring ag .in. Thus I
secured really three crops lrom this
land in one season.—E. E. R., in Tri-
bune.
Self-Evident.
‘Jack Bachelor (who has been rejected
soliloquizing)—Bahl Women are de-
ceitful creatures; you never know who».
they think of you.. ,
Bald headed Stranger-41' o 1 we
'3 nev-
er married, v. era 3 our—Puck. '
Mrs. Da wes says tlt: 1.1 -
that he made very
THIS cow ATE HARDWARE.
A File and Nails Caused Its Death Al-
thought It “’as Equal to Padlocks.
On :1 fa'rm near Dilt’s
lot of ten houses and a wheelwright
shop. lives Job Reading, 2111 enterpris-
ing farmer who owns a. herd of fine
Jerseys. Last summer 11c missed
many small articles of hardware from
about the farm, particularly hasps and:
padlocks from the gates and doors of
the cow yard.
:10 day a farm hand was mending
some of the mangers. in the cow barn,
and while doing so he deposited his
tool box in one of them. While he was
busily engaged a small file, the head of
a tack, and a number of nails disap-
1102 red, and as the only occupant of the
building besides him was a big Jersey
cow. the farm hand became frightened.
He hurried to his employer with the
information that he would not enter
the cow yard again under any circum-
stances; it was haunted, he said. -,
Soon after the big Jersey cow, which
had been in the cow born the day the
farm hand had his fright. was seized
with an illness that baffled the skill
of Ill '1 veterinary surgeon. The sides
of the animal became distended and it
was almost impossible for it to eat.
The suffering of the animal become so
great that Farmer Reading ordered it
killed. The animal ,was opened, and in
its stomach was found most of the
missing articles. Three padlocks, two
hasps, scores of nails, a hammer and a
file were found. The file with the last
meal of nails had caused the illness
which led to the animal’s sudden tak-
ing-off, for they were imbeddcd in'the
wall of the stOmach in such a manner
that death was ccrtain.—-l\‘cw York
Sun. '
TIRESOME OLD TIMERS.
Phrases Yoquave Heard Until You TVisli
You Might Hear 'l'licin No Mfore. ,
Were you born sensitive as to the
effects upon the' intellect and nerves
of ‘(hest1111ts?” Then you were born
out of your time. This is the age of
“chestnuts." ' .
.-\.rdcntly, but in vain, do you wish
that every rose you see might indeed
be “the last rose of summer,” so
Weary are you of hearing them declare
it. Make :1 remark about a name and
they are panting .to put the question,
mWhat‘s in :1 name?" with an air of
conscious and original wit.
Speak of an object of beauty and
hey must‘throw out of their system
“.1 thing of beauty is a joy forever”
like a rash that it would be dangerous
to suppress. Should you mention any
sight or sound seen or heard a little
way off they would trip up your last
Words by reminding you that “distance
leads cnchantment to the. view.” If
they call at your house but seldom
they will infallibly assert that their
visits are like those of angels, “few
and far between;” if they come often.
that they returlr to you “like a bad
ponny."—l\'ew York Herald.
FISHING IN UNALASKA.
A Pretty Fishy Story, but Then it Comes
from Chicago.
If you want to fish go to Unlaska.
One evening we walked along the
beach and came upon a little half-
breed boy lying on his back on the sand,
with his“ hands clasped under his head.
He was fishing. A quarter-inch rope
was tied to a stake, with a little of the
slack of it looped around his foot, and
it ran out into the water. Almost im-
mediately after we came there was a
bite. The boy looked indifierent, but
sat half-way up and pulled in the line,
which was about sixty feet long, and
made up of as many pieces as the tail
of :1 kite. He had this time a hali-
but that would weigh perhaps twenty
pounds. Drawing it well up on the
bank he released the hook and cast it
out again. In two minutes more he
was pulling out a coclfish nearly as big
as the halibut. Then he caught a
couple of flounders and another cod
and so on. When he arose after awhile
to go the boy wound in his line, said a
few words in Aleut about the weather
or something else and, picking out one
of the fish that suited his fancy, went
home-«Chicago Record.
011' and On.
A lawyer, noted for his success in
cross—examination, found his match at
a recent trial, when he asked a long-
suffering witness how long he had
worked at his business of tin-roofing.
ing. The answer was, "I have worked
at itoif and on, but have worked at it
steadily for the past twelve years."
“How long OE and on have you worked
at it?” “Sixtysfive years.” “How old
are you?” "Sixty-five.” “"‘hen you
have been a tin-roofer from birth?"
“No. sir—of 'course I haven‘t.” "Then
why do you say that you have worked
at your trade sixty-five years?” “Be-
cause you asked how long off and on
I had worked at it. I have worked at
it off and on sixty- dive years—twenty
years on and forty five off. ” Here there
was a roar of laughter in the court-
.room, but not at the expense of the wit
ness, and his inquisitor, in great cen-
fuslen, hurriedly finished his examina-
tion.
Lincoln to McClellan.
General McClellan, as is well known,
conducted :1 Waiting campaign, being
so careful not to make any mistakes
little headway.
President Lincoln 'sent this brief but
exceedingly pertinent letter:
“My Dear McClellan:
borrow it for a while. Yours respect-
fully, A. LINCOLN.”'—-\Vushingtorx
Post.
Qiiito Another.
The {Jamaica Plains young lady whc
made 700 w ords out of “conservatory"
has run away from home. Her moth
er wanted her to make ,three loaves .01
. bread, out of “flour."—I§,Oxbury Gazette.
, .
Corner, a ham- _
If you don’t,
'want to use the army, I should like} to
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