VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MARCH 14, 1895.

NO. 50.

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.

Electricity and Leather.

Electricity is now used for coloring leather more quickly and deeply. The hide is stretched on a metallic table and covered with the coloring liquid. A pressure of a few volts is then applied between the liquid and the table, which opens the pores of the skin and allows the color to sink in.--New York Lodger.

Satiated.

First Boy--Did you have plenty of nice things to eat at that party? Second Boy--Did we? We had such loads of everything that w'en Mrs. Goodsoul gave me some iced cake to take to my mother I didn't even lick it going home.--Good News.

TOO MUCH. She had read in books of scientific lore Of the proper thing for babies, one or more. With a thirst for information she had studied incubation, and she read works on lactation by the score. She declared that paregoric was a sin, And the cradle was no place to put babes in, And she wrote for publication on pronounced regurgitation, and she plead renunciation of the pin. She had studied infants' cries and what they meant And could locate pain whene'er the air was rent. She was up on inhibition and all manner of nutrition, and she was in deglutination confident. But when her baby came she lost her head, And every night was heard her trembling tread, And she got so agitated o'er each symptom indicated that her husband, man ill fated, turned and fled! --Tom Masson in New York Sun.

Restaurants.

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 homelike accommodations.

PURE SPRING WATER. OPEN ALL NIGHT.

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 656 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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 706 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.

STEELMAN & ENGLISH, Contractors AND Builders,

Ocean City, N. J. Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished. Jobbing promptly attended to.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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"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 jeopardy on ac-

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Bishop WILLIAM TAYLOR, 150 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y.

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MY LORD ELEPHANT.

When I was stationed up in the hill country, some 20 years ago, I used to be passionately fond of hunting. I had not been out from England long, and the novelty of following big game had not yet lost its charms. My duties did not occupy a great deal of my time, and I could often be absent a week or ten days without serious inconvenience to any one. With a couple of natives and my old "Henry," I would set forth on Mowcha, my elephant. Mowcha was an exceptionally fine specimen of his race, endowed with all its virtues and but few of its faults. He was strong, patient, sagacious and devoted to his master. He had never been used as a working elephant, but only for the purpose of the chase. You should have seen his unwieldy bulk making its way noiselessly through the thick jungle grass, his great feet lifted and put down with the utmost caution, his flexible trunk darting in all directions to scent the game, and his small eyes gleaming with excitement. He seemed to know instinctively the moment to fire, and then he would not move a muscle. You

know it requires no small amount of nerve to stand perfectly still with a

Bengal devil in a striped skin charging at one, and too often it happens that your well directed shot is spoiled by

your elephant's speedy retreat. The natives deemed Mowcha super-

human, on account of his intelligence

and strength, and his mahout always

called him my lord the elephant and treated him with the greatest respect.

You know the Hindoo belief--that the souls of one's ancestors have to reside for a period after death in the bodies of animals till they have atoned for their shortcomings on earth, and, lest they might unwittingly treat some of their grandfathers or great-grandfathers with disrespect, which would be a criminal violation of their religion, it is their custom to give each of the inmates of the jungle a particular title as, for instance, his highness the tiger, our king the lion, etc. So Mowcha was more often addressed as my lord the elephant than by his real name. He was a great pet in the regiment, and for the children at the station there was no better sport than to climb into the howdah, shrieking with laughter, and have a ride on Mowcha. He seemed to enjoy it as much as they did and carried his precious burden with the greatest dignity. He was really handsome, as elephants go, and looked his best when adorned with his scarlet trappings and harness and bearing the howdah filled with merry children, and it was a pretty sight to see them afterward bestowing upon him his reward in the shape of pineapples, bananas and mangoes, all of which he loved to stow away in his capacious stomach. I tell you all these details that you may understand my grief when he suddenly disappeared one night in early spring. My lord the elephant had been restless for several days, his mahout informed me afterward, and that evening he had managed to break his chain and had vanished in the darkness. Whether he had been spirited away by a clever thief, or had decided that he had worked for man long enough and would now return to his native woods and the society of his kind, we never knew, of course, but we missed him more than one would think, and for some time the cry among the children was, "If Mowcha were only here!" I tried a number of other elephants for my hunting, but could not fill his place, and as my duties increased about

that time my gun rarely left its case, and my cartridge belt hung unused on the wall.

About three or four years later I was invited to spend the Christmas holidays with an English friend who was giving a house party at his place farther up in the hills. I easily obtained leave and started with but one servant, Ramon. He had formerly been Mowcha's mahout, but after that brute's uncanny disappearance he had attached himself to me and proved to be a very handy fellow. We were mounted on hardy little ponies, and the first day made about 56 miles, spending the night at the hut of one of the forest rangers who are stationed by the government as a guard along the edges of large and important forests.

The next day we plunged into the forest itself. Toward midday we were startled by hearing a fearful, thunderous roaring, as of some monster in the death agony. At that distance I did not recognize it as the voice of any wild animal I was acquainted with and turned to Ramon for an explanation. His dark skin was bleached to ashen gray. "It's a herd of elephants," he exclaimed, "and they are sounding their battlecry! If they come this way, it means certain death. We cannot escape them." It certainly seemed as though they were headed in our direction, for the noise grew louder, and we could feel the ground trembling beneath us at the trampling of many feet. "Follow me, sahib!" cried Ramon as he threw himself from his horse and hastened to one of the larger trees, which he began to ascend with the utmost rapidity. I did the same, my progress being hindered, however, by my heavy riding boots. We had no time to secure our ponies, and the frightened animals, as soon as they were released, sprang nimbly through the thickets and disappeared, and with them, of course, vanished our only means of escape through the forest, even though the elephants should pass us by unharmed.

We reached our position of safety none too soon. I could see the heavy forest branches shaking violently, and soon a huge gray mass broke through, shambling along at a remarkable rate of speed, not 20 yards from us and screaming with vicious rage.

"It's a rogue elephant, sahib," said Ramon. "They are chasing him from the herd."

Such indeed seemed to be the case, for 100 yards behind them came another enormous figure, which was headed straight for our place of refuge. As by lightning flash I saw the horrible death that menaced us. I already felt myself falling to the ground, in a second more to be trampled to death under those immense feet. But at that instant I heard Ramon call out boldly, "Let-rah gaj" (lie down). The great beast paused. "Let-rah, let-rah," again he cried, and to my astonishment the creature obediently went down upon its knees.

Ramon quickly descended, calling me to follow. Where a black leads, a white man does not lag behind, and down I went. I did not understand how the magical transformation had been effected, but as I turned and caught sight of the animal I comprehended it all. Around the great foreleg was a chain, the end of which still trailed on the ground. The quick eye of the native had seen it. He knew that the animal must have been in captivity at some time and called out the word of command, hoping that it would be obeyed. He was not disappointed, for, although the small eyes still gleamed with an

ugly red light and the trunk waved mutinously in the air, the great creature had not forgotten his former training. We approached him cautiously at first, but presently Ramon rushed fearlessly up to the brute and petted him effusively, calling him by every name of endearment. "Ah, 'tis thou, my lord the elephant! 'Tis thou, louder of the herd, wiser than the wise men of the temple, beautiful as a lotus bud, strong as the winds of heaven! O great Lord Mowcha! Thy slave salutes thee!" Truly enough it was our old Mowcha, who, in spite of lapse of time and change of place, had not forgotten his old masters and the familiar word of command. All this had happened within a few moments. The grat [sic] herd was still crashing through the forest all around us, trumpeting with rage and shaking the ground in their fury. Should one of them chance to come near enough to see us our lives would not be worth a farthing. Mowcha seemed to understand the situation perfectly, for, his anger all gone, he seized Ramon gently with his strong trunk and set him upon his neck, where the mahout usually rides. He grasped me with the same ease and placed me beside him. Then he rose and started off at a good pace in the direction opposite to that taken by the rest of his fellows, and soon their screams and thunderings had died away. We wondered where my lord the elephant intended to convey us, whether to his native jungles or to the post again. Ramon tried to guide him, but found it impossible without the help of the usual ankus, or goad, so we confined our efforts to keeping our balance and staying on his back, a somewhat difficult task without the aid of harness

or howdah.

Briefly told, his strong, steady pace never failed for over ten hours, until we entered the post again. Our approach had been descried from afar, and every living soul had turned out to view the spectacle. When it was perceived that it was Mowcha, dear old Mowcha, who was bringing us back in safety, a hearty cheer broke from all throats, a cheer for my lord the elephant. The children clapped their hands and shrieked with joy, and even the soldiers shared the general enthusiasm. We gave my lord the elephant a feast such as never elephant had had before, but he did not seem to enjoy the dainties spread before him so much as the moment when the howdah was placed on his back, and he was led forth, surrounded by the children, whom he once more bore solemnly around the post. For two days he remained with us and was the object of attention and love. Then he became restless, and we fancied he again longed for his forest home. So the cruel chain was stricken off his huge foot, and my lord the elephant, with roses and branches wreathed around his great neck and hanging from his stubby tusks, was led forth and given his liberty.--Our Animal Friends.

According to the tracks found in a stone quarry in Connecticut, a bird with a foot 11 inches in length once inhabited those parts.

MUSIC HATERS. Some There Are With an Aversion to Harmony's Sweet Strains. No greater mitsake can be made than to imagine that all royal personages are necessarily musical. True, there is a large number of melomaniacs among them, one of the most conspicuous instances having been the late King Louis of Bavaria. But, on the other hand, there are not a few who are entirely devoid of any ear for music and who even dislike it. Thus Emperor Napoleon III was exceedingly averse to melody of every kind and character, while his uncle, the first emperor, complained that the sound of music used to jar on his nerves and to give him a headache. King Humbert of Italy is equally devoid of ear, simply loathes the sound of instrumental music, and has so little notion of what is a false and what is a true note that the most efficacious threat that he can use when he wishes to induce his wife to stop playing on the piano is the declaration that he will commence to sing. The great Empress Catherine of Russia used to say that, no matter how she wised to appreciate music, the finest harmony and the most celestial melodies sounded to her ear as a buzzing noise. I have more than once discussed with eminent aurists in Germany the causes of this absence of what is known as the ear for music. They attribute it to one of two causes--either to cerebral deficiency or to a defect in the drum of the ear. Strangely enough one drum will sometimes be thus affected and the other not, and they cited the well known case of a famous scientist to whom the sound of music was a source of neurotic trouble and even downright agony until one day he happened to stop up one ear with cotton wool, when for the first time music became to him a source of pleasure and even delight. A king who objects to music is King George of Greece, whose pet aversion is the national hymn of the country over which he reigns. No matter where the unfortunate man goes, either at home or abroad, he is compelled to listen to the strains of this melody, which is invariably struck up in his honor, and I have been frequently amused by observing the look of positive anguish upon his face when the band began its work.--Chicago Record.

A Story of Harry Furniss.

Here is a funny story, though he did not tell it to me himself, that went the round of the New York clubs when Furniss visited the States. Be it known that American journalists and American flaneurs affect to read Punch as a production absolutely devoid of humor, and inasmuch as it is a paper written "by gentlemen for gentlemen" it probably fails to secure general appreciation in journalistic America, though in certain circles it is as popular in the great republic as it is here. Two men were quarreling in a club smoking room. "I tell you I saw a man sitting here an hour ago laughing over a copy of

London Punch." "Impossible!" replied his companion. "I don't believe there is a man in America who could laugh over London Punch." The discussion waxed furious, and at last bets were made on the subject. Suddenly a thought struck the second man. "What was the fellow like you saw reading Punch?" "A little, sandy bearded man, with a rather bald head and a big mustache." "Ah," replied his interlocutor, "now I see! Why, that was Harry Furniss himself."--Strand Magazine. Did Not Blame the Japanese. A pretty and talkative little girl, evidently her mother's pet, was riding in a Sixth avenue "L" train the other afternoon. Her mother accompanied her. The child often set the passengers laughing at her droll and ingenious remarks. Presently a remarkably fat Chinaman, in full Chinese costume, entered and sat opposite the child. She looked at him in apparent amazement, and then turning to her mother, with an air that showed she had "given it up," asked: "Mamma, what's that opposite?" "Sh! That's a Chinaman, my dear," answered the mother in a low

tone."

"The same kind of Chinaman papa says the Japanese are killing?" "Yes, my dear. Don't talk so loud." The child meditated a moment and then said: "Well, I don't blame 'em."--New York Herald.

Just the Same. She stood at the window of the water tax office, and the clerk to whom she had paid her money asked her what else he could do for her. "I want a recipe," she answered. "Madam," said the clerk, "this is not a cooking school. We give receipts, not recipes, here." "All right," she twittered. "I don't care what you call it. I know I had to stew and boil to get the money to pay it. S'long." And she pocketed the paper and sailed off.--Detroit Free Press. According to the old church caucus, the Christmas festival lasted from Christmas eve to Feb. 1, by which date all the decorations must be removed from the churches.

A marble [?], life size, cost during the reign of C[?] about $1,000; in the time of Charlemagne, nearly $3,000.

THE SNAKES AT THE ZOO. An event has occurred at the zoo. Very high among the marvels we rank it. There's a reptile resting there who Accidentally swallowed is blanket. But that story has now become old, And that feat surpassed by another. There's a snake still alive, we are told, Who by accident swallowed his brother. One would think such an odd mental fit Of abstraction--excuse the suggestion--Would be followed up after a bit By a fit of acute indigestion. And, moreover, although one pretend To be free from internal sensations, Still a rupture is apt to attend Such a straining of friendly relations. But there's no such result we can find. Though the former has swallowed the latter, So we say it's a triumph of mind Or absence of mind over matter. Should there still at the zoo be a snake Who may wish that the record be beaten, He must swallow himself by mistake And pretend not to know what he's eaten.--C. J. Boden in Spectator.

CLEVER AMERICAN MECHANICS. Their Ingenuity In Woodwork Attracting Attention In Foreign Countries.

The mighty advance in wood working machinery in the United States has evoked surprise everywhere. In America the idea is to make everything of wood without hand labor, automatically where possible. This desire has been so successful that it is a rare exception a factory is found employing handwork. Every known description of woodwork, out of every kind of wood, is made entirely out of machinery. Many of these machines are veritable wonders, performing their work with a readiness and accuracy that excite the most profound attention. Some of the English experts say of them that they are the best examples of ingenuity ever produced, but of a lighter construction than English makes. But one must bear in mind hat American iron, when cast into form, is very much tougher and hence does not require so much of it to give their machines strength and solidity. This is hardly true of English iron, and in consequence their machines contain a great deal more in weight in iron and consequently look more massive, but by experience it has been proved conclusively that the latest improved American machines are just as strong and just as capable in durability as those made

by the English makers.

Progressive English manufacturers--and there are a few of them--are gradually waking up to the fact that if they want to hold their own in the commerce of the world they will be compelled, through necessity, to employ the later and more economical methods to produce their manufactures. To do this they will have to turn to the Americans, much as it may be against their inclinations. American furniture, made entirely with machinery, is now getting a foothold in England and attracts the admiration of English buyers not only for its beautiful designs and finish, but for the superb construction, and lastly it can be obtained at a moderate price. Other articles of wood for domestic vehicles, agricultural, building uses, etc., are fast creeping in to the disad-

vantage of the English manufacturer. Indeed wherein the American manufac-

turer succeeds it is only through the use of machinery, and therefore the Englishman, in order to protect himself from encroachment, must adopt the American idea by using American machinery, for is it not a fact that the Englishman is behind the times in getting "up to date" wood working machinery? If this statement is not correct, show s the fallacy of it. Machinery saves time and labor, consequently money.--Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.

Babies and Babies. "I remember very well when Charlie, my oldest, was a baby he was simply angelic. I was sometimes tempted to pinch him, just to see if he could cry. He slept hour after hour and always awoke with a smiling face and a cooing voice. And, I, silly young thing that I was, plumed myself on what an excellent mother I was and felt a deep contempt for all mothers of crying babies. But I was doomed to have a fall. When Willie came, I don't think there was ever a more sensitive bunch of nerves existed. He cried, it seemed to me, continually and woke from his fitful slumbers on the lightest pretext, and I was ready to run to the gate when I saw visitors coming to apologize for what I had said in the past and to tell them pease to walk softly. I then learned that there are babies and babies, and physical conditions have everything to do with a child's temperament."--Womankind. [?] With English Wives. It is a curious fact that, [?]- ing the strong prejudices which the French entertain toward Britain and the British, the French gentlemen have a decided preference to British ladies when they mean to marry. An Englishman visiting Paris is surprised by the number of English ladies with French husbands whom he meets in the city. If a British lady of [?] remains long unmarried in Paris, the presumption is that the fault is her own. It is worthy of remark, on the other hand, that a British [?] very rarely marries a French lady.--French [?]. A [?] [?].