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Don’t go out of» town to
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w..—
* A» THOUSAND TRICKS.
AMONG OTH ER ACCOMPLISHMENTS.
HE CAN READ AND WHITE.
Hm Key Horse Is from Kentucky, and as
a. Silver Democrat~Didn’t Vote for Mc-
Kinley -——Takes His Today; Handles
Money and Makes Change. '
“One of a. party of men in Dr.
Field’s stable in East Twenty-fifth
street yesterday afternoon,” says the
New York Herald, “asked a horse
what his name was. The answer
came promptly, “Jim Key.” The ani-
mal being a native of Tennessee, and
visiting in this city, the subject of
politics arose. Jim Key said he was
a silver democrat and had not voted
for McKinley.” '
Of course, the horse did not speak.
That would be too great a feat even
for Jim Key, to whom, however, al-
most all things else seem' possible, but
he made known his name by spelling
It, and discussed President McKinley
by first picking out his name from.
many others and then discussing him
by negative and affirmative shakes of.
the head. i
sons 0F JIM’S TRICKS.
Jim did all this behind a wire screen
and under festoons of five thousand
rabbits’ feet. Not that Jim takes
much stock in the potency of these
decorations, but his master, Dr. Wil-
liam Key, believes that without them
all the fates would be against him.
The “doctor” pins particular faith in
the rabbits’ feet he keeps in a rusted
iron pot, unearthed in a remote spot
In the South with $2,500 in gold in it,
and which has been blessed by
Schlatter, the Divine Healer.
This faith tells for itself that Dr.
William is colored. He is venerable
now. He was the property before the
war of John F. Key, at prgsent of
Washington, and when freedom came
to him, having been a voodoo cele-
brated among the negroes around
Shelbyville, he established himself in
the patent medicine line. That is
why they call him doctor.
It is interesting to know that Dr.
William is reported to be worth $42,-
000. Dr. William, alive to the value'
of assembling auditors to whom he.
could expatiate on the marvellous vir-
tues of his medicines, got an Arabian:
mare, trained her to do wonderful
tricks and exhibited her in market
places throughout Tennessee. It was’
a successful project and to it the doc-E
tor owes his wealth. When the mare’:
died eight years ago she left an only:
son, Jim Key, whose father was a?
Hambletonian. Dr. William took Jim
in hand at the age of two months to'
train him in the footsteps of his moth-
er. He says Jim is smarter than his-
mother ever dared to be.
The Doctor is so attached to the ani-:
mal that he hardly ever leaves him,
and sleeps at night in the stable close
to the animal’s side. . ,
'Dr. William, with a short whip in
his hand, stepped into the centre of
twenty feet square, and called to Jim.
The horse, without halter or any'
piece of harness, came from the rear
and'took his place beside his master;
So perfectly is the animal trained that
the' trainer does not touch him with
hand or whip. First of all Dr. Wil-
liam told Jim to begin the day by ring-
ing the rising bell. The horse went to.
a corner, opened a box with his nose,
took out a bell, rang it and replaced it
in the box. Told to announce break-
fast, he took a smaller bell from the
box, rang and returned it.
Dr. William next carried on a con-
versation with Jim, the latter ans’wer-
ing yes or no by shakes. Then a
dozen coins, from a penny to a quar-
ter, were placed on a shelfby the
spectators. A cash box with a bell
register was strapped to Jim, who was
told "to get a dime and registerfiit.
The horse picked out the coin from
the others and carried it in his mouth
to his master, then bending down and
seizing the strap attached to the regis—
ter, rang the bell twice. For a nickel
he rang once, for a quarter, five times,
for a penny not at all. He did not
once make a mistake in selecting the
coins named to him or in registering
them properly.
He took coins from ,the ledge. car-
ried them across the exhibition Space
to a cash box, opened the drawer,
registered the sum'he was told to
leave there, picked out the correct
change with his lips and returned
with it to his master. g
A telephone against the wall rang.
Jim walked over to 1?. took down the
receiver, apparently listened :9 some-
,body at the other end, hung up the
receiver and rang off. He played an
organ by turning a crank, making his
head move in a circle, a motion said
to be most difficult for a horse. He
went to- a letter box against the wall
‘ with thirty pigeon holes in it, got the
Awning Maker, .
, 53 Cross St. Norwalk.
papers from any box mentioned by
number, carrying them to his masmr.
the exhibition place, which was about .
He walked. over to a. pail of water and
DiCked a silver dollar from the bottom
without drinking any of the water.
Jim was asked at this point if he
would like a drink out of Griffin’s bot-
tle. Griffin is Dr. William’s assistant.
Tim nodded his head “Yes,” and going
to the rear of the ring, nosed around
in his straw until he found a black
cottle. This he carried to his master
who held it while Jim drew the col-1:.
Then the horse took a drink with ap-
parent enjoyment. ,
"There’s a man here who wants to
buy you,” said Dr. William. “Do you
want to leave me?”
“No,” answered Jim. His master
assured him the only way he could
keep from being sold was to pretend
that he was unsound, whereupon Jim
limped painfully around the ring.
“The man’s gone,” said Dr. William.
Iim pran'ced gayly, and, asked if he
was all right, now, nodded his head
in assent. ~
He went to a blackboard and wrote
after this and performed other tricks,
'liS stock seeming limitless. Jim can
perform one thousand feats, according
to Dr. William, who taught him all of
them, using only patience and kind-
ness in the task.
SLOT MACHINE 2.000 YEARS OLD.
the Contrivance That Dispenses Drinks
To-day but a. Diodification of It.
If any one were inclined to throw a
doubt upon the oft-quoted dictum of
King Solomon, to the effect that “there
is nothing new under the sun,” he
would probably feel bound to make an
"exception in the case of the penny-in-
the—slot machine.
There is very good evidence, how-
ever that a coin actuated machine was
invented, if not actually in use, more
than 2,000 years ago. Here is a cor-
rect picture of the machine itself,
' which is copied from that which ap-.
pears in the book on “Pneumatics,”
which was writ-ten by Hero of Alexan-
rlria 150 B. C.
Now this writer, according to his
own showing, treats of many inven-
tions and discoveries which had been
handed down by others, so that it is
quite possible that this particular pen-
ny—in—the-slot machine may be consid-
erably more than 2,000 years old. But
even if we assign this remote date to
it, it must come as a surprise to many
that a thing which they believed to be
so modern was actually contrived be-
fore the time of Christ.
A SLOT MACHINE 2,000 YEARS OLD.
The machine is described as a “sac-
rificial vessel, which 'flows only when
money is introduced,” and the manner
in which this result is brought about
can be readily understood by reference
to the drawing. A coin dropped into
the slit at the top of the base depresses
a lever, which has at its end a broad
plate upon which the coin momentar-
ily rests. At the other end this lever
raises a plug from the mouth of a
pipe, causing any liquid with which
the vase may be charged to flow out
at the side. ,
Whether the vase was filled with
holy water or what part it took in the
religious ceremonial of the time can-
not be gathered from Hero’s book.
There is simply the drawing and de-
scription of the apparatus, which, as
will be seen. is a penny-in-the-slot de-
vice pure and simple. ,
And, curiously enough, the dispens-
ing of liquids by slot machines is one
of the Very latest. adaptations of the
intention. We have had for some
tiny;- a machine at the railway stations
which will, upon the insertion of a
penny, squirt a few drops of scent up—
on a handkerchief. But in various
Continental towns drinks of all kinds
can be procured in the same way.
But, as any one can prove, the idea
is not new, and must be credited to
Planet Alexandria, who lived in the
second century before Christ.
A humorist says: “Love is sed to be
blind, but I know lots ov phelows in
love who kan see'twice az much in
their sweethearts as I can."
A PARIS SUGGESTION.
A’l‘ MIDDAY- PRAYER.
INTERESTING SIGHTS AT THE BUSI-
NVESS MEN’S NOON MEETING.
the Poor and the Rich Jostle Each Other
Daily [III the Old John Street Method-
ist Church—Never Closes Its Doors at
This Hour Sumlner or Winter.
"he downtown sights of New York
are a joy to the New Yorker, who has
a rural visitor on his hands, and with
the Brooklyn ‘Bridge, the exchanges,
the Battery Park, the various high
buildings, the churches and the crowds
that ebb and flow through the congest-
ed thoroughfares, the man from the
country is usually an animated excla-
mation point by the time the show is
over. Still, his guide has usually omit‘-
ted to point out to him one of the. most
remarkable things in that part of the
great city. It can be seen only between
noon and 1 o’clock, but if it happens to
be on the list of the sightseer the recol-
lection of the place will outlive some
of the more conspicuous points on the
tour. it is the business men’snoon
prayer-meeting in the old John Street
Methodist Episcopal Church. The edi.
lice is the oldest of that denomination
on the island, and it looks its age.
It is queer. quaint and old-fashioned,
standing crowded In between business
houses. In a commercial centre it
looks strangely out of place, and yet
its plain, sturd'y exterior seems to look
defiance at those who would have it
replaced by a house reared for the ac-
quirement of dollars and cents.
A few minutes before noon every day
in the year the door is thrown wide
open, and then the place seems to grin
open-mouthed at the people who look
at it askance. Men and women enter
the open deer and descend to the class-
room; a few feet below the street level,
and sit ‘on old-fashioned settees, placed
closely together. A musical instrument
stands near the platform, and the
walls, yellow with age, are decorated
with old prints representing scenes
from the Scripture and portraits of
men prominent in the church. Noise-
lessly and reverently the people come,
and by the time the prayer—meeting is
opened the seats are well filled by two
hundred men and women who, in the
heart of the business part Of New York,
with the hum and buzz of metropolitan
traffic coming in through the open
doors, forget the world, lose sight of
dollars and’cents, and interest and dis-
count, and with prayer and song com-
mune with God. “When does the pray-
er-meeting season close?“ a stranger
asked one of the members of the con-
gregation recently. "When do you
have your vacation?"
“There is no such thing here,‘ was
the reply. “In the uptown churches
‘business ceases ”during the hot weather,
but we know that the devil is just- as
hard at work in summer as in winter,
and we keep our prayer-meetings going
through the summer on that account.
Come here any day and you will find
men and women who are anxious to
find God and who, having found Him,
know no greater pleasure than to serve
Him.”
It is an odd crowd that one sees in
the little chapel. There are old men
who lead in prayer in uptown churches
and who have always gone to church
and taken every opportunity to attend
religious services, but there are men
also to whom going to church was a
thing unknown until'they wandered in-
to the John Street place. Then they
became interested, came again, and
were finally numbered among the reg-
ular attendants. To those who have
noted the audiences at similar gather-
ings, the large number of young men
becomes remarkable. Clerks who have
only an hour for their noon meal spend
the greater part of it there: young wo-
men came in from neighboring com-
mercial houses, mechanics going from
work so; on the benches beside the men
who give them employment. and men
in the uniforms of the Fire and Po-
lice departments, and sometimes one
conspicuous in the white uniform of
the Street Cleaning Department, form
a part of the mixed audience. When
the hymn is given out, one can see by
the way in Which they all sing that the
visit of these people is not their first,
and that the music is familiar to them.
Sailor men, brawny fellows, whose
looks and clothes stamp them as
“tough citizens" and men of refine-
ment elbow one another in the little
room. ~
“Funny how I drifted in here,” said
a middle-aged man. "I am a New
Englander, and I left. the farm. like
many other boys, to make a fortune in
the city. Also, like many other boys,
I didn’t. make it. Doing 1'an down-
town was my fortune, and one day,
while I was helping to load a pier-e of
machinery onfa truck in this street 1
got a reminder of home. Over the
noise of the street, I heard the chorus:
“Oh, Beulah Land!” and it seemed as
if I had never heard it sung so well
before.
with me must have thought me silly,
but the old tune took me back home.
I felt a lump in my throat. and I don’t
think I lifted an ounce when the word
came: ‘Now, all togethér!’ I wished
they'd sing it again.‘ They didn’t. but
they sang another tune I knew just. as
well,'and I vowed I’d go there next day.
I did; and I have gone whenever I
could since then."’—New York Tribune.
’
Transparent Sea.
In the neighborhood of the Ber-
mudas the sea is extremely trans—
parent, so that the fishermen'can read-
ily. see the horns of lobsters protrud-
ing from their hiding-places in the
rocks at conSiderable depth.‘ To .en-
ticexthe crustaceans from these cran-
and dangle them in front of the cau-
tious lobster. When he grabs the ball
they haul him up. '
The men who were working
.p—
nies‘they tie a" lot of snails in g,_ball -
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ALASKA’S NEW GOVERNOFI.
John Green Brady, Once a Homeless Waif‘,
CAKE os’ TOILET soar? IN EVERY PACKAGE.
fr. ' - "x
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'wn' AND'HUMOR. "'1
Mrs. Doolan—“An phwhy is Misther
Rescued from the'sneets of New york, 9. Casey not on dooty to-day? ‘ Is it sick
The brilliant man, John Green
Brady of Indiana, who has been ap-
pointed Governor of Alaska, has had.
an interesting and romantim career.
To the best of his knowledge he is a
native of New York city. He never-
knew his parents nor the name they
gave him, if any. He, grew up a ver-
itable street arab in the utmost pov-
erty. In 1860 he was sent to Indiana
with a car load of waifs as miserable-
as himself.
The car reached Tipton, a county
seat thirty miles north of , Indiana,
and a number of the youngsters were
committed to the care of residents.
Judge John Green, a prominent citi-
zen of the place, called for the “ugliest,
raggedest, and most friendless” in the,
lot. "Jack,” as he was afterward
known, was promptly presented; and,
at first, the Judge, appalled at so much
misery in bulk, was inclined to go
back on ‘his demand, but finally took
the lad home to Mrs. Green. She was
out of patiencewith her husband for
his action, but the absolute destitution
of the boyr appealed to her and she
got down to the real boy by a process
of thorough cleaning. After the ex-
amination she thought she might learn
to like him and Jack’s new life began.
He appreciated his home and the
kindness of his benefactors, and dill-
gently applied himself to study, prov-
ing himself capable and efficient. A
course, at the public schools ..wa's fol-
lowed by a year at Waveland Academy
a well—known preparatory institution,
and that by four years at Harvard. He
had determined to be a preacher, and ’
after he had been graduated at Cam-
England to pursue his theological
studies. Returning to Tipton in 1876,
the next year he went to Alaska as a i
missionary under the auspices of the l
Presbyterian Church, and he has since
remained there. His interest in the
field was not confined to his mission-
ary labors, and in 1881 he visited the
States, displaying specimens of its
gold and silver ores, and telling mar-
vellous stories of its natural resources,
As a result of his talks_there was a
large increase of the population of the
Territory, capitalists and prospectors
being attracted by his enthusiastic de-
scriptions. Mr. Brady contributed
largely to the reports of the census of
1890 respecting Alaska and in the Har-
rison Administration served as Com-
missioner of the Territory.
Outwltting a Store Detective“
The Philadelphia Record says a de-
tective in a well-known retail store of
that city is engaged in the mental pro-
cess of kicking himself Whenever he
thinks of a certain transaction which
took place last week. At a time of
day when the store was crowded the
detective, who was keeping a ~Sharp
lookout for evil-doers, was approached
by a well-dressed, intelligent-looking
man, who informed him‘”that he was
employed as detective in another
store, and had followed a shoplifter
from his firm’s store to the present
place,_where they would find her at the
glove counter stealing gloves.
“Let her alone,” said the strange de-
tective, “and when she loads up I will
follow her home, and we can” then
make a big haul.” '
Consent was given to this plan and
the shop-lifter stole $200 or $300 worth
of gloves upmolested. Then she went
or t, followed by the strange detective.
:lLat was the last ever seen of the
pair, and the store detective wonders
how on. earth he was duped so easily.
Carrying It too Far.
“Henrietta doesn‘t seem to believe
anything she sees in the newspapers,”
said Mr. Meekton thoughtfully.
“It’s a good thing not to be too cred-
ulous.” '
“Yes; but she goes too far. She
can’t even read the advertisement of a
bargain sale without going in person
to find out whether it’s true in every
particular.”—Washington Star.
bridge he was sent by Judge Green to I
I
he is?”
Mrs. Casey— “No, he’s discharged
from the foorce. He’s got so fat that
he couldn’t shtand between two cable
cars widout pushin’ thim off
thrack.”—Life.
“I am sorry, count, but papa says
he’d rather see me dead than married
to you.”
“Inde—e—edl Your fat‘halre is evi-
dentlee an—what you call—an econ-
omicle persone. He knows ze funeral
cost not so much as ze wedding."—
Pittsburg , Chronicle.
Type-Writer—“I am rapid encugh
and understand business forms all
right, but I must admit that I.cannot
spell.”
Business Man—You won’t do then,
even at the price. I can’t spell, either.
—Indianapolis Journal.
George—“I just saw\you coming from
the conservatory with Miss Goldie.
Rather handsome girl, but too reserved
for me.”
Thomas—“Yes.
her for life.”
“Gracious, Jack, what immense shirt
studs you wear!”
“Well, you know how buttonholes
act. I’m going to keep up with them
fit it takes a dinner plate.”—Chicago
Record.
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“What have you in the shape of or«
; cnges?” asked a customer; and he was
:inclined to be angry when the grocer
i replied.-
“Well, we have baseballs."
“My friend,” said the philosopher,
"you should try to be content with
what you have.”
“I am. said the man who had been
grumbling. “it is what I ain’t got that
l am dis; fished about." ’
Juck—"l'd like to. know why a light-
‘ llill-fJ.‘ rod branches out into three forks
{when it reaches the roof.” Pat—
"Shure. ye duffer, why, t’ catch th’
i'orked lightnin', av coorse.” Jack—-
I see now.”-—-
"Oh. yes: 0‘ course.
Lurks.
“How is it that your son’s head.
seems to be drawn to one side? Only
a year ago he was straight as an. In-
uiun." .
“I can only account for it through
the fact that he did his courting on a
taudcm.“—D(iroit Free Press.
‘A siiBn Cut.
“Mr. I‘riggs is a very ordinary sort
of a man,” remarked the candid. olr
server.
“Undoubtedly,” replied Senator Son
ghum.
“While Mr. Dlggs is exceptionally
brainy."
“I believe so.” ‘
“And yet Priggs has succeeded and
Diggs has failed. How do you account
for it?"
“Easily enough,”
Sorghum. “Diggs put in his time try-
lng to learn more than other people,
while Prlggs devoted himself to con-
vincing them that he already knew it.”
~Washington Star. .
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No Dannting This Young Woman.
The Kansas City Journal tells how
Miss Ethel Hosklnson the other day
started from Corning to Seneca to take
the examination for teachers. Reach
ing a stream whch had been swollen
by the floods, her horses and buggy
were washed away. She kept her
dead, however, and the horses man-
aged to swim out on the other side,
after floating quite a distance down
the stream, though all the time the
buggy was so far below the surface
that the water came up to her arm.-
"its.
cdly into Seneca, borrowed some dry
:lotlics from an acquaintance, ran ever
u the courthouse, took the examina-
. 21nd triumphantly bore elf a.
;-st-giusduate certificate.
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