Morning journal and courier., 1882-08-30

mostly scientific chaps, think they know all about this matter. I had ono of lem down here once. I think he a skipper or something high up in the 'Cademy of Science in San Francisco. Well, what do you think that chap says? Why he spins a yarn like this: He says that the thrasher, which the same chap had a Latin name for as long as capstan bar, the thrasher, lie says eats the same kind Of small fry as the whale takes kindly to. Well, the thrasher don't like him on his ground, natural enough, and he can't drive him off alone. he hires the sword fish, kind of pirate of a fish. to help him. Now there's yarn for you. But the yarn I tell, which the same any sailor who has been whaling will make affidavit to- is this That sword fish sticks the whale from below to make it rise, and the thrasher calks mp his spont hole to make it open its mouth. But why don't it open its mouth at onco And this same asks of tho scientific chap. Why don't he open his mouth at once ?' "Why don't the whale open his mouth the first time the thrasher covers his spout hole? Because it knows by instinct that the instant is mouth is opened it's tongue is bit out"
 'I spoke" resumed the captain, "of a lit tie fish that you didn't Well, he fol lows close along and whenever the whale be- comes used up for want of breath that it must open it's mouth then the little fish darts in, bites off the big fellows tongue and is away with it in jify- The little fish, the sword fish and the thrasher divide the tongue, ana It $ that mOrSel the WnOle DaCtle IS TOT. v Since the captain told us the story I have heard the same thing asserted by land author ity.
 The Girl NhoHas Not Been Anywhere.
 From Progrsss.I
 The real misery of this young lady is only about beginning. No doubt there has been good deal of actual discomfort in staying in town all summer, when all of her set were away; but the misfortune had it's compensa tions, and were it not for one thing she would hardly have minded it. She kept indoors much of the time, and she knew that the darkened house cooler than the midday sun on the beach. Her room was large and comfortable, and it her own room she was not cooped up in cubby-h hole of place at great hotel, and there no danger of her dresses being rumpled in Q Saratoga trunk. She could, if she would, go to the music gardens and if it was warm at night, she victorious anyhow over the mosqui- toes under her net, ,an invention almost unheard of at the resorts. It cool, too, in the park in the evenings and 12 cents for ride there and back in the street cars does not break one There bill to worry either. At the seaside the inevitable hop got to be & bore, after little; 1t was t1resome tramping about in the mountains, and at the springs the ill-tasting water was considerable of nuisance. Here at home she was her own mistress, did not have to dress for dinner when she had headache, could keep her apartment without having to explain to crowd of people why she did SO, and to sum 1t all up, the case not hard one, would not be but for the one thing
 And that one thing was the coming home of her set.
 Oh how she dreads it How she watches the calendar of the wall and prays that about Sept 1 some kind fairy would pick her up, and fly away with her to n region where she does not know & single soul. But all the fair ies dead, and there is no help for it. She must meet her fate.
 She understands exactly what her torture will be. Why should she not Has not she herself tortured others under similar circum- stances ? This will be something in the way of it, She will meet her dearest friend one afternoon on Chestnut street, and the friend will say very sweetly: ''Why, my pet, how pale you look See how brown I am. Where were you this summer?" though the friend knows that she was nowhere. If she tells the truth, which she does not often do, try ing to get out of her disgrace about some- body being sick (while the friend smilingly listens to her, laughing the while in her sleeve if, I say she tells the truth, and says plumply, 1T was home, couldn't afford to go away" it does not help her a particle. Her set nag her just the same all through the winter. They begin telling anecdotes of the season at Summerville, and innocently ask if she does not remember So and So at such and such a time, and then pretending to A"fO AoA 5OoIOh' 7uJ iiSAte ouI OOioAS oNcly body ''dow stupid of me- you did not go away last summer !" And so the thunderbolt falls just, perhaps when she had half-for- gotten her trouble, and was almost in her old spirits again. Her escort eyes her queerly, and is apt to shy off forever. Whats the use of girl," he says to himself, "who doesn't go away in the summer" And that was one of the effects intended, the chief one, I would say, were it not that the delight of her friends in making her miserable was ahead of it.
 The girl who has not been anywhere is to be pitied. The ghost of her shame will start I up before her amid the brightest gayeties of the winter. Her rivals will crush her with | the awful sentence "Poor child, she is not well; she was not anywhere last summer, | you know" As a matter of fact her health 1 has not suffered from her summers rest. Maybe, there are those in her set who feel 1 the effect of their summers dissipation, but i the situation counts against her. Next sum- mer she will go somewhere, by hook or by crook, and papa is made to recognize that l unmistakaby.