VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MARCH 7, 1895.

NO. 49.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor. $1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $1.50 at end of year.

Another Victim. Collector--See here, when are you going to do anything on this account?

Madge--I don't know. I have been hypnotized so that I can't go through the performance of paying, even when I have the money. I'm awfully sorry, I assure you.--Indianapolis Journal.

A BROKEN SONG. "Where am I from?" From the green hills of Erin. "Have I no song now?" My songs are all sung. "What o' my love, then?" Alone, I am farin. Old grows my heart, an my voice yet is young. "If she was tall?" Like a king's own daughter. "If she was fair?" Like a mornin o' May. When she'd come laughin, 'twas the runnin wather; When she'd come blushin, 'twas the break o' day. "Where did she dwell?" Where onest I had my dwellin. "Who loved her best?" Th' are no one now will know. "Where is she gone?" Och, why would I be tellin? Where she is gone, there I can never go.--Moire O'Neill in Spectator.

Several knives, evidently intended for table use, have been found in the catacombs near Memphis.

The Greeks had [?], but used them only as food for their horses. Mancy, Pa. was named from the Minsi Indians.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc. DR. J. S. WAGGONER, RESIDENT Physician and Druggist, NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Pure Drugs, Fine Stationery, Confectionery, Etc., constantly on hand.

DR. J. E. PRYOR, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, Ocean City, N. J. Special attention given to diseases of the Nose and Throat, and of Children.

DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J. Will be in Ocean City at 636 Asbury avenue every Tuesday.

C. E. EDWARDS. J. C. CURRY. DRS. EDWARDS & CURRY, DENTISTS, Room 12, Haseltine Building, Take Elevator. 1416 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa.

MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS FOR LADIES AND GENTS. No. 1321 Market Street, Three Doors East of City Hall, PHILADELPHIA. STRICTLY TEMPERANCE. MEALS TO ORDER FROM 6 A. M. TO 8 P. M.

Good Roast Dinners, with three Vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners, 35 cents. Ladies' Room up-stairs with home-like comforts. PURE SPRING WATER. OPEN ALL NIGHT.

ISRAEL G. ADAMS & CO. Real Estate AND Insurance AGENTS, Rooms 2, 4 & 6, Real Estate & Law Building, ATLANTIC CITY, N. J. Commissioners of Deeds for Pennsylvania. Money to loan on First Mortgage. Lots for sale at South Atlantic City.

BAKERY,

601 South Twenty-second Street. Ice Cream, Ices, Frozen Fruits and Jellies. Weddings and Evening Entertainments a Specialty. Everything to furnish the table and set free of charge. NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED ON SUNDAY.

H. M. Sciple. J. M. Gillespie. H. P. Sayford. H. M. SCIPLE & CO., DEALERS IN Boilers and Engines, Every Size for Every Duty, DUPLEX STEAM PUMPS, Third and Arch Sts., PHILADELPHIA, PA. WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage. PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention. D. S. SAMPSON, DEALER IN Stoves, Heaters, Ranges, PUMPS, SINKS, &C., Cor. Fourth Street and West Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Tin roofer and sheet-iron worker. All kinds of Stove Casting furnished at short notice. Gasoline Stoves a specialty. All work guaranteed as represented.

Contractors and Builders. S. B. SAMPSON, Contractor and Builder, No. 305 Fourth St., Ocean City, N. J. Jobbing promptly attended to. Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished. JOSEPH F. HAND, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J. Plans, Specifications and Working Drawings furnished. Estimates given on Application. Satisfaction guaranteed. Nicholas Corson, CARPENTER AND BUILDER, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Plans and Specifications furnished. Buildings put up by contract or day.

D. GALLAGHER, DEALER IN FINE FURNITURE, 43 South Second Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA. L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN Grading, Graveling and Curbing. PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY. Eighth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Bakers, Grocers, Etc.

JACOB SCHUFF, (Successor to A. E. Mahan,) THE PIONEER BAKERY, No. 765 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Fresh Bread, Pies and Cakes daily. Wedding Cakes a specialty. Orders delivered free of charge. Nothing delivered on Sunday.

McCLURE, HERITAGE & CO., Successors to Finnerty, McClure & Co., DRUGGISTS AND CHEMISTS, 112 Market Street, Philadelphia.

Dealers in Pure Drugs, Chemicals, Patent Medicines, Paints, Oils, etc.

Plasterers and Brick-Layers. W. STONEHILL. G. O. ADAMS. STONEHILL & ADAMS, Plastering, Range Setting, Brick Laying, &c. All work in mason line promptly attended to. OCEAN CITY, N. J.

HARRY HEADLEY,

OCEAN CITY HOUSE,

717 Asbury Avenue.

PLASTERING, BRICKLAYING. Ornamental Work of Every Description. All kinds of cementing work and masonry promptly attended to.

Attorneys-at-Law. MORGAN HAND, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW Solicitor, Master and Examiner in Chancery, Supreme Court Commissioner, Notary Public, CAPE MAY C. H., N. J. (Opposite Public Buildings.) LAW OFFICES SCHUYLER C. WOODRULL, 310 Market St., Camden, N. J. JONATHAN HAND, JR., Attorney-at-Law, SOLICITOR AND MASTER IN CHANCERY,

Notary Public, CAPE MAY COURT HOUSE, N. J. Office opposite Public Buildings.

G. P. MOORE, ARCHITECT, BUILDER, AND PRACTICAL SLATER, Ocean City, N. J. Best Roofing Slate constantly on hand. GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Buildings erected by contract or day. LEANDER S. CORSON, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J. Plans and specifications furnished. Terms reasonable. First class work.

STEELMAN & ENGLISH, Contractors AND Builders, Ocean City, N. J. Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished. Jobbing promptly attended to.

Plumbers, Steam Fitters, Etc. J. T. BRYAN, Practical Plumber and Gas Fitter No. 1007 Ridge Ave., Philadelphia.

Circulating Boilers, Sinks, Bath Tubs, Water Closets, Lead and Iron Pipes, Pumps, Etc., furnished at short notice. Country or City Residences fitted up in the best manner. Sanitary Plumbing and drainage a specialty. Orders by mail promptly attended to.

Y. CORSON, DEALER IN FLOUR AND FEED, No. 721 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

TREATMENT BY INHALATION! 1529 Arch St., Philad'a, Pa. For Consumption, Asthama, Bronchitis, Dyspepsia, Catarrh, Hay Fever, Headache, Debility, Rheumatism, Neuralgia, And all Chronic and Nervous Disorders. It has been in use for nearly a quarter of a century. Thousands of patients have been treated, and more than 1000 physicians have used it and recommended it. It is agreeable. There is no nauseous taste, nor aftertaste, nor sickening smell. We give below a few of the great number of testimonials which we are constantly receiving from those who have tried it, published with the express permission in writing of the patients.

"Please accept my sincere gratitude for the restored life of health and vigor and usefulness that the Compound Oxygen has certainly given me. "While I was always considered a healthy child, I was known to be dyspeptic from babyhood. It was inherited. For two years I was confined almost constantly to the lounge. For more than four years I did not know a moment free from pain. All this time dyspepsia continued its ravages, except when temporarily relieved, and aggravated other serious disorders. My friends and physicians thought I would never recover. To-day I am entirely cured of dyspepsia, can enjoy articles of food that I never dared use before in all my life. For the past year I have been up and going in ease and health, with sufficient vigor to take some part in domestic work of the most laborious nature. As my strength continues to improve, since leaving off Oxygen, I feel that I can conscientiously recommend the treatment, not only to cure (provided the doctors' directions are observed), but to be lasting in its beneficial effects. "MISS JAMIE MAGRUDER, "Oak Hill, Florida."

"The Oxygen Treatment you sent me for C. O. Harris, a year ago, one of my missionaries from West Africa, whose life was in danger on account of lung trouble and a severe cough, he now testifies has greatly benefited him. He has entirely recovered his health, married a wife, returned to his work in Africa, and taken his wife with him. Bishop WILLIAM TAYLOR, 150 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y.

"Compound Oxygen..Its Mode of Action and Results" is the title of a book of 200 pages published by Drs. Starkey & Palen, which gives to all inquirers full information as to this remarkable curative agent, and a record of surprising cures in a wide range of cases--many of them after being abandoned to die by other physicians. Will be mailed free to any address on application. Drs. STARKEY & PALEN, 1529 Arch St., Philadelphia, Pa. 120 Sutter St., San Francisco, Cal. Please mention this paper.

GRIPMAN M'CHUNK. Through the rough woof and warp that made up the character of Gripman Andrew McChunk there ran a silver thread of sentiment. To those who simply saw the uncouth exterior of the man, as day after day he stood upon the front platform of the car over whose performance he presided, playing rudely on the alarm gong, swearing at the truckmen who would block his triumphal passage this would have seemed almost impossible. But the thread was there nevertheless and showed itself on every afternoon when he was off duty, and with two youngsters, the property of his landlady, Mrs. Halligan, hanging to each hand, he left the small flat on the fifth floor of 5054 Ninth avenue and he took himself to Riverside park. Gripman McChunk loved nature, not as she reveals herself in the hothouse atmosphere of the so called gardens that line the Harlem, but as she discloses herself on the Riverside. He loved the broad, silent stream, the high, wooded palisades, the green grass at his feet, the green leaves above his head, in which the birds chirped and fluttered to and fro on the balmy summer days. Many a pleasant afternoon as he strolled along the narrow gravel pathways he would close his eyes to shut out the sight of the endless line of equipages rolling by, and trusting to the guidance of the children at his side would listen to the twitter of the sparrows and robins and to the swishing of the breeze among the carefully pruned branches and imagine himself back up country. Now, had he not some little sentiment he would have spent those same afternoons sitting in his shirt sleeves by the open window of Mrs. Halligan's stuffy flat smoking his pipe and gazing

stolidly d own on the elevated trains as they rattled along below.

To the man who delights in wandering among green trees and over green grass, where he can see overhead a few thousand acres of blue sky dotted with white clouds, unsoiled by black smoke and unbroken by the rough outlines of factory chimneys, the time always comes when in imagination a purely ethereal some one gazes with him on those same beauties. Perhaps it takes form of a creature clad in light, airy drapery, with

long, golden hair, deep blue eyes and seraphic smile. Andrew McChunk, when

he first began to stroll on the Riverside, went alone, with the exception of the two Halligan children. Then, as the days flew by, the purely ethereal creation walked with him, and those were the times when he used to close his eyes and squeeze little Miss Halligan's hands

quite tenderly. Later the ideal form

took upon itself a change; the golden hair assumed a dull red hue; the eyes

once blue became snappy black; the form shortened a little and spread out in proportion; the airy draperies were changed into solid red calico. In fact, the ideal some one that once walked by the side of Andrew McChunk became the exact counterpart of the buxom young woman who dispensed lemonade and knotty apples from a small stand at the southeast corner of Trinity churchyard. Who was this creature? Andrew McChunk did not know her name. He always thought of her as "her" and "she." Her customers knew her as plain Annie. McChunk had presided over a cable car for a whole year before he first came beneath her softening influence. For that year he had been the most daring gripman on the whole line. His conscience never smote him in the least when he flew by forlorn females as on rainy days they stood on the corners frantically waving their umbrellas. No look of compassion ever passed across his stolid face when he left behind him a truckmen helplessly dancing about broken wheels and axles. Then the change came--slowly, surely. One day as his car was spinning by Trinity churchyard his eye fell upon the form of her. She had taken the place of the old woman who for years had kept the stand there and was sitting beneath the shade of a green umbrella. With one eye she kept watch upon her glass covered case, in which glistened the surfaces of numberless blocks of chocolate of various sizes;

with the other upon her customers, to whom she was dispensing 1 and 3 cent glasses of lemonade. She was a short woman, not over 35 perhaps and had wavy red hair, a complexion not unlike that of the apples in the basket before her and a broad countenance beaming with good nature. The very next day on his down trip Andy McChunk looked her way again and the next day, and the next day, until at length he acquired the habit of straining his eyes to see her from several blocks up the street. But she never noticed him until one day when passing he petulantly jumped on the gong pin. She smiled, and he smiles, and the car banged into a truck. A moment later as he spun by Andy McChunk smiled his unconcern at a profane and injured driver. It was for the first time in his career on the road. After that as he clattered along toward the churchyard he used to pound the alarm. Then she would look up and smile, and his joy was complete. And thus his love grew up on him. Then came the time when he used to squeeze little Miss Halligan's hand as he walked along the Riverside, with his eyes closed, on his half days off, trying to imagine her at his side. He no longer bumped trucks off the track without warning, but considerately gave the alarm, like a rattlesnake before coiling to strike. Unless he was behind time he never ran by corners, but always graciously stopped at the sign of the waving umbrella. And so from the most reckless gripman on the line Andy McChunk became the most considerate, the most polite.

Then came his great disappointment. One Sunday afternoon in the early fall when he was off work he fixed himself up in his best, and for the first time on a day off started out without the little Halligans. But he did not go for a stroll in the park. He journeyed down town instead, intent on enduring no further suspense, but to know both her name and address and to talk to her. He had purchased a chrysanthemum to give her as a token of his regard. He left the train at Rector street all joy and expectancy and rushed through the area. He reached Broadway and looked up the pavement. Then his heart sank, for she was not there. The stand, too, was gone. She did not do business on

Sunday.

So the relentless cable rolled on and carried him by her day by day. Sometimes it stopped, but it always left Gripman McChunk at Union square or at some other spot on the line in which he had no interest. How he used to long that someday it would break down when his car was in front of the churchyard! Then he would be able to talk to her, to find out her name, and perhaps that would be the beginning of an acquaintance to end--in moments of reverie like these a pleasant smile adorned the face of Andrew McChunk, a smile that not all his growth of stubbly red beard could conceal. He would strain his eyes as if to see her from the postoffice. "Plinkety, plung, plung," would go the gong. She would look up and smile, and he would smile. Then the relentless cable would carry him on, a dark look would come into his face, and he would dance viciously on the alarm, and perhaps if an opportunity offered would vent his anger on the unfortunate wagon that might happen to intercept his passage. At last the meeting and the separation. It was a disagreeable, rainy day in early November when his car rattled along lower Broadway. He made out the great green umbrella from Cedar street and saw the lower part of the imitation seal plush cloak beneath it. There a mail wagon intercepted his view for a moment. "Plunkety, plung, plung," went the gong. His eyes were riveted upon the stand. She was not there. His astonishment knew no bounds, for never before had she been absent from her post so early in the day. "Plunkety, plung, geplung, geplung, b-r-rung-b-r-rung," went the gong. Perhaps she was behind the stand. Gripman McChunk's bones were chilled to the marrow. Up from under the very platform upon which he was standing came a scream. He jumped on the gong, and it sounded one single triumphant clang. Round whirled the grip wheel, round whirled the brake wheel, and the car came to a standstill. They picked her off the fender and carried her away in an ambulance. So Gripman Andrew McChunk's heart was

broken.

A big policeman stood beside him on the platform on the trip up town. The gong sounded seldom on that mournful journey. When it did ring, it had lost all former life, and the notes came forth in a mournful toll as they gave expression to the player's feeling. Next day the police justice decided that the whole affair was an accident and discharged Andrew McChunk with a warning. The company discharged him, too, but without a warning. He got a job as a street cleaner, and one bleak day in the following February, as he was shoveling the snow out of the gutters on Columbus avenue, he chanced to look up, and his eyes fell upon a blue and gold sign over a small but neat looking store. Upon it read, "Miss Wilkins, Delicatessen." He looked through the window and saw her standing there behind the counter. Their eyes met, but she gave him no smile of recognition. As he bent down over his shovel he muttered, "If I'd 'n' kep' my eyes down th' track, I wouldn't be here, and she

wouldn't 'a' got damages an be there,

but then I'd 'a' never know'd what et

was ter have that queer wishin ter see her from three blocks up th' street."

He leaned on his shovel and gazed blankly into the brown snow.--New York Sun.

Michigan's Buried Wall. The mysterious buried wall in Evergreen township, Sanilac county, Mich., is still attracting a great deal of attention. It has been traced about five miles so far.

SAFETY IN WEARING A BEARD. It Guards Against Threat and Is a Protection Against Facial Paralysis.

It is to be feared that too many deprive themselves of what Shakespeare calls "valor's excrement" without counting the possible cost. Whether the

beard be an ornament to the masculine countenance we must leave the ladies to decide. It certainly has its uses in hiding a weak chin, and in some cases it seems to be cultivated as a vicarious compensation for a hairless scalp. It is not, however, in its cosmetic so much as in its hygienic aspects that the blessedness of the beard--in which term we include the whole of the harvest usually claimed by the razor--is most apparent.

That it is a safeguard to the throat is generally admitted. The writers of authority have insisted on its value as a protection against toothaches and facial neuralgia. This is a goodly sum of advantages to the credit of the beard.

Dr. Chabbert of Toulouse has however, yet more to say in its favor. Ac-

cording to this practitioner, the beard seems to be a very efficient defense

against that form of facial paralysis which is caused by cold. This affection is far more common in women than in

men, though the latter are of course

much more exposed to the cause which produces it. When facial paralysis a frigore does occur in men, they are almost invariably individuals to whom nature has been stepmotherly in the matter of beard or have wantonly thrown away the protective covering with which she had clothed their faces. Dr. Chabbert cites the experience of several physicians, in addition to his own, is [sic] support of his opinion. Professor Andre of Toulouse has seen several cases of the affection in question in women, but

not one in man. He had heard of one indeed which would appear to be an excellent example of the exception which proves the rule, for the patient was a "lyric artist," with the faccia di musico so distasteful to Lord Byron. Professor Pitros of Bordeaux has seen 12 cases in women and only two in men. Both the latter shaved, though as one of

them underwent that operation only

twice a week his case perhaps does not count for much unless it be held that his face was more vulnerable after these periodical denudations. Similar obser-

vations are quoted from Dr. Olivier of

Toulouse and Dr. Sude of Carumu. These facts, though hardly sufficient to found an induction on, seem at least

to establish a prima facie case for the utility of the beard against facial pa-

ralysis of the kind referred to. In these

days, when man's traditional privileges are one by one being invaded by the "new woman," he may perhaps be forgiven for making the most of such advantages as may be considered exclusively his own.--British Medical Journal.

The Cost of Powder Puffs. An English journal warns the London ladies that their powder puffs, those airy necessities of the toilet, are heavy with the blood of slaughtered innocents. It is stated that as many as 20,000 young swans--cygnets, as they are called--are killed every year to supply this dainty fluff, to say nothing of innumerable young birds of the elder duck and wild goose variety. The bulk of these are imported, the swan and geese from the islands of the Baltic and from Norway and Sweden, and the eiders from the northern and more ice bound seas.

One cygnet will make nearly a dozen average sized "puffs," which show how many women must be, to greater or less extent, addicted to the use of

powder.

The puff trade is highly profitable, as may be judged from the fact that the down of a cygnet costs little more than 25 cents, the poor creature often being

plucked alive so that it may bear an-

other crop, while the puffs are sold at from 75 cents upward, nicely mounted in bone and blue or pink satin, which adjuncts amount to comparatively nothing. The ladies of Paris and Vienna are the largest consumers of puffs, owing chiefly to their fastidiousness in casting aside puffs as soon as they lose their pristine

delicacy.

Give Proper Food. Liebig says, "The use of spirits is not the cause but an effect of poverty."

The craving for stimulants in children as shown by the desire for tea and coffee often comes from the same source--that is, lack of a sufficient amount of the right kind of food. When a laborer earns by his work less than is required to provide the amount or kind of food which is indispensable in order to restore fully his working power, an unyielding, inexorable law of necessity compels him to have recourse to spirits. He must work, but in consequence of insufficient food a certain portion of his working power is daily wasting. Spirits by their action upon the nerves enable him to make up the deficient power at the expense of his body, to consume today that quantity which ought naturally to have been employed a day later.--Table Talk.

A Thirteen Superstition. "The superstition as to 13 being an unlucky number crops out sometimes in unexpected ways," said a shopper.

The other day, when in a big dry goods store, I saw a woman pay 14 cents for an article, the price of which was 13 cents, because of it. The shop girl stared, and with a disdainful smile gave the extra penny to the cashboy." --New York Sun.

QUEER FREAKS OF NATURE. Occasions When the Sun Became a Black and Deadened Orb.

The ancient historians mention several instances of the sun "going out" or failing to shine and give forth its usual amount of heat and light for periods of time varying in length from three hours to several months. According to Plutarch, the year 14 B. C. was one in which the sun was "weak and pale" for a period approximating 11 months.

The Portuguese historians record "several months of diminished sunlight" in the year 924 A. D., and, according to Humboldt, this uncanny period ended with "strange and startling sky phenomena, such as loud atmospheric explosions, rifts in the vaulted canopy of blue above and in divers [sic] other rare and unaccountable freaks." In the year 1091, on Sept. 29 (see Humboldt's "Cosmos"), the sun turned suddenly black and remained so for three hours and did not regain its normal condition for several days. According to the noted Helmuth's "Solar Energy," the days of seeming inactivity on the part of the sun, the days following the sudden blackening of the great orb, were noted for a peculiar greenish tinge and are marked in old Spanish, French and Italian records as "the days of the green

sun." February, 1106 A. D., is noted

in the annals of marvelous phenomena

as a month in which there were several days that "the sun appeared dead and black, like a great circular cinder float-

ing in the sky."

"On the last day of February, 1206," says Cortovza, an old Spanish writer on astronomy, astrology and kindred subjects, "the sun appeared to suddenly go out, causing a darkness over the country for about six hours." In 1241 the European countries experienced another siege of supernatural darkness, which the superstitious writers of that time attributed to God's displeasure over the result of the great battle of Liegnitz.--St.

Louis Republic.

BOTH FOOD AND POISON. The Wonderful Qualities of the Cassava Plant of Brazil.

Among the plants which supply food for man a foremost place must be given to the cassava or manioc plant, from which Rio tapioca is prepared, being a native of Rio de Janeiro and the warm provinces of Santa Catherine, Brazile, South America, where they employ improved machinery for preparing it, making it worth 18 cents per pound in the latter province. The height to which the cassava plant attains varies from 4 to 6 feet. It rises by a slender, woody, knotted stalk, furnished with alternate palmated leaves, and springs from a tough, branched woody root, the tender collateral fibers of which swell into farinaceous parsniplike tubers, brown externally and of great size, sometimes weighing 30 pounds. The rind being removed, the tubers are reduced to a pulp by rasping or by holding them against a wheel or grindstone. The pulp is washed with water, pressed and baked upon iron plates and now becomes Rio tapioca, while the starch floats off in the water, in which form it is imported under the name of Brazilian arrowroot. Life and death are strangely blended in the cassava root. The juice is a rapidly destroying poison, the [?] a nutritious and agreeable food. The poisonous juice of the tubers is removed by heat or washing, but if the recently extracted juice be drunk by cattle they soon die in convulsions. If it is boiled with meat and seasoned, it forms a wholesome and very nutritious soup. In Jamaica they make use of it to preserve the meat, game poultry, etc., that are left after meals in what is known as the pepper pot, one family having kept a pot in use for this purpose for over 20 years.--Epicure.

Baked Beans and Brown Bread. In a number of New England towns the local baker bakes beans for half the town. Saturday nights the pots are taken to the bakeshop, where the baker

marks each one with the initials of the owner and places them in his big oven.

Next morning the owners call for their beans and pay the charge of 10 cents

and invest 10 more in brown bread. It is an amusing sight for a Sunday morn-

ing to see a line of citizens going from the bakeshop to their homes, each with a bean pot on one arm, and a loaf of brown bread on the other. Good, old fashioned brown bread is the proper accompaniment for baked beans. Here is a famous recipe for Boston brown bread of the proper kind: One cup of rye or graham flour, a cup of white flour, 2 cups of Indian meal, a cup of molasses (scant), 2 teaspoonfuls of soda, one-half teaspoonful salt, a cup of sour milk and 1½ or [?] cups water. Steam for three hours and then dry in the oven for half an hour. The brown bread should be eaten warm, and what is left over can either be steamed again or toasted.--Exchange. [?]. Lord Dumley, did you ever hear the joke about the museum keeper who had two skulls of St. Paul; one when he was a boy and the other when he was a man? The Englishman: No; what is it?--Life. The [?] of a[?] over [?].