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A PLEASURE TO LAZY PEOPLE.
[t is Demonstrated Thai; Constant Work
Poisons the Physical System.
“He never loses a moment.” used
pliment. Now we are not quite so sure
that it says much for the wisdom
of him to .whom it is applied. From
many “different directions comes the
testimony that too much activity is
loss instead of gain, since overratigue
poisons the physical Swami?“ ' '
lAn analysis has been made of the
poison engendered by fatigue, and it
has been found to be similar to the
ancient vegetable poison, curari, into
. which the Indians used Ito dip their
arrows; and a most deadly poison it
was.
same chemical nature, and is as truly
deadly if it is created more rapidly
than the blood can carry it off. There
is no known antidote for this poison,
and its dangers beset alike the pleas-
ure-seeker and the . worker.
An Italian physician recently ex-
amined twenty-four bicycle riders after
they had ridden thirty-two miles in
two hours and a quarter. It was
found that in nearly every instanm
the nervous system was so far affected
by fatigue that the hearing of the cy-
clist was defective. After a rest of
two hours most of them could hear
as well as ever.
upon fifty grammar schoolchildren
who were to take part in a written ex-
amination of two hours and a half.
Before entering upon the strain which
such an examination must necessarily
be, each child was instructed to lift
as much as he could with the dyna-
mometer. This was done to test the
muscular strength of each pupil be-
fore the examination.
lAfter the work in the school room
was ended, the children were again
told to lift as much as possible in the
same way. It was found that, with
one or two exceptions, they could not
lift as much by several pounds as they
had lifted before the examination.
It is now a demonstrated fact that
prolonged mental strain will diminish
the pulse, produce fullness and heavi-
ness of the head, and bring about pal-
pitation of the heart.
GENIUS IN KNICKERBOCKERS
How a Small Boy Recovered a Lost (Join
and Was Paid.
A quarter fell from the old gentle-
man’s hands and ‘rolled along the
raised steps which form the edge of
the platform. There it lay in'plain
view, but as unobtainable as the gol-
den apples of Hesperides. The loser
was the picture of rage.
“I don’t care about the blame coin,”
ghgwailed. “I’ve golden}; to. burn; but
in just makes, me mad to see: that
quarter there, and I can’t get it.”
“Gimme a dime, mister,” said a
messenger boy, “and five cents for
expenses, and I’ll get yer mun.” _ .
The man regarded the boy for a
minute, and said. “Go ahead."
He returned in a few minutes with
his form working convulsively. In
his hand he had a piece of scantling.
The crowd watched him curiously.
From his mouth the boy took a well
masticated piece of chewing gum. He
stuck this on the end of the scantling,
and, thrusting the stick through the
narrow space, pressed the soft and
sticky gum firmly on the lost coin.
Then he deftly drew it out and pre-
sented the money to its owner.
“Keep the whole outfit,” said the
man. “Boy, you’re a peach. We live
and learn,’ and he boarded a train,
his face wreathed in? smiles. The
face of the boy was similarly deco
rated.
They Were Partners.
'The coal wagon backed up to the
curb, and the hand organ stopped at
the corner near by at the same mo-
ment. The Italian woman in the
rainbow shawl cast her eyes heaven-
ward for copper manna, and the wa-
gon driver adjusted the crank for the
elevation of the wagon bed. The
crank of the organ and the crank bf
the wagon revolved simultaneously,
and the air of the “Beautiful Blue
Danube” pilliwinked upon the sum-
mer air. The wagon driver. with a
broad smile wrinkling his grimy face,
so regulated the speed of his crank as
to keep time with the music, the iron
pawl on the ratchet wheel falling
into the notches with a ryth-
mic click-c1ick—click—click—click-click—
“click-click.”
3" “Him and me is pardncrs. W'e trav-
els togeder. How do you like our mu-
sic? Ain’t we butcs?” shouted the
driver to a man on the pavement who‘
had been stopped by the unusual time-
keeping of the ratchet wheel.
There was a momentary pause on
the part of the organ, and it began
with the music of that modern oper-
etta which says: “Just tell them that
you saw me, and they will know the
rest." ‘ ‘
“That’s the stuff!” shouted the dri-
ver. “That’s me favorite tune! Kin I
play it': Just hear me.” and the re-
quirements of the music kept the
ratchet wheel clicking with the regu-
larity of a clock.
Again the organ changed the tune,
this time to a jig in a minor key.
“Hi, there!” shouted the driver.
“Me ‘pardner’s changed the tune on
me agin without giving me the sig-
nal. That ’un'll make me hump!” and
the succeeding clatter of the ratchet
wheel was a subdued imitation of the
tying up of a ferryboat. "
The organ ceased, and the woman
,house with upturned tambourine. The
lriver wiped his forehead with a
nairy forearm (and said:“Here’s where
i always kicks on the pardnership. l
ioes‘all the hard work, an’ me pard-
aer never" divvies' with me on that col-
lection. I think I’ll quit him.”
used to be thought an unequivocal com-w
The poison of fatigue is of the.
‘Another practical test was made
platform until it lodged under- the:
in the rainbow shawl approached the -
a . ‘
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HE WAS LOOKING FOR TROUBLE.
But the Religious Editor Had a. Scheme
“'hich Circumvented Him.
' He came into the editorial room of
the Daily Twinkler. ’He had the air
of one looking for trouble, and would
not be happy until he got it. He
lounged up to the city desk.
“Say, are youse de bloke wot gits
dis kinner-garden pape out ‘2”
The editor trembled. He thought of
{his family and little children. JYet,
despite all, he answered truthfuuy
that he was the editor.
“Well, say! will youse put me ont’
de farmer wot wrote dat roast on me
in dis morning’s pape? He said dat—
well, dat don’t cut no ice. Jes’ let
me put me lights on him. Where is
he?”
“Oh,” said [the city editor, relieved-
ly, “the man you want is our relig-
ious editor. He is in the next room.
You—you will not hurt him ?”
“Hurt ’im? Naw. I’ll only put ’im
in a paper bag. Jes’ phone up t’ de
coroner’s an’ say fer me dat he will
have a stiff in ten minutes.”
He trotted into the adjoining room.
A mild-eyed, slender man sat at the
desk writing church notes.
“Say! me handle is Mick McManus,
from de Ate, and youse did me dirt . .
dis A. M. Are youse de felly Wot
wrote dat me mug cracked beer
glasses every time I takes a high
ball?”
“Oh, yes.” said the mild-eyed man.
' “What a charming story I made out
of,,it."
He reached over and got a couple
of fifty-pound dumb-bells and began
moving them gently.
“And did youse say dat me family
wus mugs, and dot we stopped tick!
ers an’ made railroad tracks crooked
when we smiled?”
“Yes, I wrote it. It pleased the boys
on the staff.” He was now throwing
the bells up to the ceiling and catch-
ing them with his little fingers. “Is
there anything I can do for you?”
“Now. I only wanted to meet
yousc, an’ say dat de gag tickled de
Ate fer all dey was wort. Fix us up
again. Ta-ta.” And he drifted
out again.
Then the religious editor took up
the two-pound, black-painted wooden
dumb-bells, placed them in a cubby-
hole, and continued his peaceful
work—New York World. ’
Ballast for Ducks.
Few people credit a .duck with the
sense he really possesses, said Fred
Ozenne, a disciple of Nimrod. “For
years I have been wondering what
had caused the presence of a‘good-
sized pebble bank on the shore of the
lake in the Grandivola section of the
Louisiana marsh: Had it been a sand
bank I could have understood‘i it“. but
it was composed of pebbles, all very
much alike, rounded and smooth al.
most to a size, and apparently dif-
fering from the small stones found
in the gravel beds of the South. Sev-
eral of the hunters in that section
had seen the pebble beach. and. like
myself, they could not understand it.
All winter long it seemed fresher than
at other times, and during the sum-
mer the grass would kind of cover
its upper portion, and the mud from
the fresh water dim the lustre of the
stones near the edge. There was not
another beach like it in the marsh.
“One winter, in fact it was just
when the first cold Spell struck us, I
was hunting with a friend in the lake
I spoke of. It was one of the finest
ducking spots in the state. This was
before they had begun to make glue
from the eggs in Canada. When we
reached there there was not a duct:
to be seen, The next morning i
was hiding in the grass near the peb-
ble beach when I heard a sound of
wings, and a large flock of mallard
settled near me. Before I could raise
my gun the entire lot walked out on
the pebble bank, and, to my astonish-
ment, began to disgorge a lot of small
stones like the ones already there.
This occupied but a short time, and
the flock began quacking and sailed
into the lake, and I shot several. This
settled the mystery of the pebble
beach. In the spring I was again
hunting in the lake, and when the -
first warm weather came the ducks
began to go home. They would come
to the beach, and, after a few prelim-
inaries, swallow a lot of the pebbles,
then fly around fo'r a,few minutes in
order to see if their balance was all
right. If they were too heavy they
would disgorge a few stones, or if
too light swallow a half dozen more.
“I found byobservation that in or-
der for the ducks to make long flights
it was necessary for them to fill’ up
with a certain number of stones to
secure a proper equilibrium for the re-
turn trip. After I found this out I
always had plenty of game to show
my friends."—New Orleans Times-
Democrat.
ZIM M ERHACKLE’S OBSERVATIONS.
Some men never settle up because
they never settled-own. ,
Nothing will clean the dirt out of
bottles and the air out of bicycle tires
like carpet tacks.
home months are always getting
their owners into’ trouble and others
are always getting‘them out. '
There is no objection to a young
woman being able to play the piano.
But she should also learn to cook.
Music won’t satisfy a hungry stomach
it great while at a time.
band will find time to out three times
every day, but he will only find time
to listen to-ycur piano playing on a
full stomach. Learn the piano, but
don’t neglect the kitchen. You may
be lucky enough to marry money
enough to hire a cook, but even then,
there will be thousands of times that
you will thank your stars you know
how it should be done.—-—Dansville
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of the radiator to the fire-pot has been a matter
_ of great study and experiment on the part of the
manufacturers of the Bay State Furnace. Many
manufacturersplace a large radiator on a small
fire-pot. The customer believes that he is getting
a large furnace for a little money, whereas he will
get more heat from a smaller radiator on the same
fire-pot. The reason is simple: the gas and pro-
ducts of combustion do not fill the lines, so that
the greater part of the radiation is useless. The
Bay State Furnaces all have a fire-pot. which is
of the proper size to fully develop every possi-
— ~ Ability of the‘ radiator. Con-
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